<?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-2736667941995361572</id><updated>2012-01-31T12:28:29.870-08:00</updated><category term='curiosity'/><category term='dynamics'/><category term='jazz'/><category term='technical'/><category term='desire'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='food'/><category term='books'/><category term='melancholic'/><category term='song'/><category term='heavy metal'/><category term='grunge'/><category term='environment'/><category term='tag'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='game'/><category term='heart'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Sound of Silence</title><subtitle type='html'>the beat of feelings, the jingle of words, become a very beautiful melody..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-3628199506877445725</id><published>2010-12-25T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T09:21:46.105-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dynamics'/><title type='text'>Top 5: the Most Memorable Moments in 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Assalamualaikum&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*for those loyal readers out there (if any) thousands apologize i begging you all for a very very long silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while from my last post. I'm sorry for taking so long to update my self here. 12 months might not a big number but it's enough to make my life goes up and down. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hu&lt;/span&gt;3. I hope its not too late to wish you Happy New Year 2011. Its just like a blink, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; realized that Year 2010 is actually gone. A year that full of surprises, happiness and even disappointments. Congratulations to some of you who might have achieved all your wish lists and targets and maybe some of you not yet. As for New Year post, let me start doing a list of my Top 5: The most memorable moments in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Officially &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Un&lt;/span&gt;-Employed and Broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is a must to feel down when you cant get things that you want most (while it is possible before). After 5 yrs of being pampered by scholarship, now I'm broke. How does it feels when its so close but yet its too far. Year end sale doesn't make sense anymore. But i take it as a good start for me not to be such a big spender (and it works). Ha3.&lt;/p&gt;2. Of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thinkplus&lt;/span&gt; and Arabians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;, after 2 weeks doing nothing at home, i got a call from who-not-to be-named offering a part-time job as a consultant for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thinkplus&lt;/span&gt;. The best word to describe this job, we are acting as external HR. I've got such a wonderful experience while working for this company. Almost half of the staffs are my colleagues and we had chance to go outstation where we took it as a graduation vacation. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Divorced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you the story about the call that change my destiny. Remember, everyday is not Sunday. A call that i expect to be a good news turned out differently. The fact that I've been released by my scholarship founder is just not break my heart but my parents' hope too. I can accept the fact that I'll not working with any of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Petronas&lt;/span&gt; subs since I've heard about this situation from seniors before, but the hardest part is to make them understand the scenario. Quite a tough period, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;, I get myself up in a short time. From now on, I'm on my own feet. How hard it is, I've to go through it no matter what happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Hunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass may be greener on the other side of the fence but u still have to mow it. Going for interviews, career fairs, sign up to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jobstreet&lt;/span&gt; and seeking for a job is such a valuable experience i ever had. This is what i dreamt before, seeking for a job by myself. But i didn't dreamt it would be this hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 could be one of the sadest year of my life . I lost my closest, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tremendous&lt;/span&gt; uncle in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-3628199506877445725?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/3628199506877445725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=3628199506877445725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/3628199506877445725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/3628199506877445725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2010/12/top-5-most-memorable-moments-in-2010.html' title='Top 5: the Most Memorable Moments in 2010'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-1384549353747924883</id><published>2009-12-01T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:53:02.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosity'/><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Finally i find a time to breath after a long silence. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sorry to readers (if any) for ignoring this blog stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; done with my projects. Second, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; done with my final exams.Third, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; done with my presentations.And the important is, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; DONE with my degree. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Insyaallah&lt;/span&gt;. What on earth &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; thinking about?? I am officially unemployed with no money in my pockets and &lt;strike&gt;single at the moment.&lt;/strike&gt;(Do i have to mention that?) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hu&lt;/span&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i have no idea what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going to write for this post after a long silence.Too many things to share, too many things to tell about. And what i am really sure is, i have nothing to do right now. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Owh&lt;/span&gt;, stuck in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;utp&lt;/span&gt; for two days with nothing to do will kill yourself, believe me (NOT). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hurmm&lt;/span&gt;, lets put things like this. There is one thing i curious to know. There is one thing that keep playing in my mind. A question that is very subjective, can be lots of answers, and might be no answers at all for my curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do people really care about money? Is money for everything or everything is money? Do people really can pay for what they wanna do? Or its just a common assumptions that people love to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, people always talk about the job they are going to choose, how much they wanna earn, when they want to get married, what a life they wanna have and so on.Everything do relates to money. I just wondering, do people with more money will have a good life? If there is a choice, do you want to be a single person but rich, or a married person but poor? I do have my personal thought about these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Qs&lt;/span&gt; but i still doubt it, if there are still reasons that must be put into considerations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV Dramas do show that money is a big influence on a person's life.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; no fan of Malay Drama, but most of them gave the same impressions to the poor person. There is said saying that, "The rich become richer, the poor become poorer". I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really know the true meaning of any of this, but i certainly do believe it. Subjective right?? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hu&lt;/span&gt;3..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-1384549353747924883?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/1384549353747924883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=1384549353747924883&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/1384549353747924883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/1384549353747924883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-4143888239798150767</id><published>2009-09-09T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:56:54.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Ramadhan and Final Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been a while after my last post. I think the load of works made me overlook on my dearest blog. Hu3. Im sorry dear. Alhamdulillah, finally its already 19 days we all Muslims celebrate our Ramadhan.. and I'm looking forward of bebuka at Masjid tomorrow. Insyaallah. Seems dis is my final year, i wanna try everything, EVERYTHING, every single thing that a student shud try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ramadhan dis year is quit different compare to my previous one. This year I celebrate Ramadhan wif my beloved babes and friends in UTP. Wake up early in the morning, having our sahur together is very interesting. Eventhough it ALWAYS nasi putih+ serunding Imah, but having it wif my friends is kinda enjoyable. ngah3. (Mama, if u read dis plz dont be sad. ur daughter is still big and healthy as usual. =P)  and da important is, we cook for berbuka &lt;strike&gt;(sometimes).&lt;/strike&gt; Hu3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Ramadhan is going to the end. Im going to miss this month very much. The bazar and tarawikh at Masjid will be one of the best memory as i leave UTP soon. When we miss our HOME, we can go back and having berbuka wif our family, but whenever we miss UTP after dis, its hard to gather all our friends to have da same experience again. This is fact dat everyone has to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facilities project (still in progress)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Final Year Project - lab, reports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Operation Management project (McDonalds, here we go)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Engineering in Society project - have no idea at all!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HRM project - the lecturer jz posted da title dis evening&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Final Year Design Project - major equipment in progress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Owh, projects for every subject dat i enrolled.&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/2736667941995361572-4143888239798150767?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/4143888239798150767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=4143888239798150767&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4143888239798150767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4143888239798150767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramadhan-and-final-year.html' title='Ramadhan and Final Year'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-9122284709109653391</id><published>2009-08-21T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:39:29.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>Keinsafan Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Dengan ini, saya pemegang mohor-mohor besar Raja-raja Melayu mengishtiharkan, tarikh puasa bagi tahun ini jatuh pada 22hb Ogos 2009..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;hatiku terus terlonjak-lonjak keriangan. Alhamdulillah. aku masih berpeluang bertemu dengan bulan Ramadhan tahun ini, bulan yang penuh keberkatan. Alhamdulillah sekali lagi. sungguh tidak ku sangka, masa begitu pantas berlalu. Ramadhan kali ini mungkin yang terakhir aku rai kan bersama teman-teman seperjuangan. mungkin lepas ini masing-masing di haluan sendiri. membawa segala ilmu didada menempuhi segala badai yg ada di luar sana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;kali ini, Ramadan hadir sekali lagi dalam hidupku. kali ini, ia hadir di tahun akhir ku di universiti. ku harapakn Ramadhan kali ini lebih bermakna buatku. Kuatkan diri, banyakkan bersabar. Banyakkan beribadat. Agar segala amalan ini diterima. Amin. Kepada semua, sekiranya ada terkasar bahasa, terlanjur bicara, sepuluh jari kususun memohon maaf. Bersama-sama kita berubah ke arah kebaikan. Insyaallah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;-Monolog-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-9122284709109653391?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/9122284709109653391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=9122284709109653391&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/9122284709109653391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/9122284709109653391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/08/keinsafan-ramadhan.html' title='Keinsafan Ramadhan'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-8667857529376320941</id><published>2009-08-07T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:37:49.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Craving for Pasta!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SnsmQSPvSYI/AAAAAAAAARI/OSpikCHaLso/s1600-h/pasta3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SnsmQSPvSYI/AAAAAAAAARI/OSpikCHaLso/s320/pasta3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366925442159692162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've lost count how many times I surf the same page, the same window, looking for this creamy, cheesy, fatty pasta. If people think that no wonder I've gained XX lb during my internship, i don't mind and i don't really care. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I care!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;) This is the moment i enjoyed my meals and good stuffs. Wahh, don't you think having a good meal can bring you to the other world? The world which can terminate all your problems and load of works? Hu3. I don't mean that my mom's cook doesn't taste good but I just want something cheesy meesy, moistly and nyummy. I'm very glad if people can tell me which is the best restaurant that can serve the best pasta in this world, (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too ambitious&lt;/span&gt;) in KL.  Hu3. Make it by my self will be a great idea but i know i'm not good in this. Hu3.  Help me ya!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/sakilah/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-8667857529376320941?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/8667857529376320941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=8667857529376320941&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/8667857529376320941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/8667857529376320941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/08/craving-for-pasta.html' title='Craving for Pasta!!'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SnsmQSPvSYI/AAAAAAAAARI/OSpikCHaLso/s72-c/pasta3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-6542675286593536829</id><published>2009-08-06T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:40:56.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Tag Episode 6: Bird itu Burung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*I've been tag by Birdie~here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anda rasa anda hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Kalau dalam bilik, ngan cuaca yang mendung, so far im just cool ~ ha3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;2. Upload gambar kegemaran anda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SnqNGsqrr5I/AAAAAAAAARA/qzeUij3PxHI/s1600-h/IMG_3560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SnqNGsqrr5I/AAAAAAAAARA/qzeUij3PxHI/s320/IMG_3560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366757052174282642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Kenapa anda suka gambar ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sebab die unik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The only photo album yg ade dlm lappy.yang len sume dm external. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bila kali terakhir anda makan piza?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurm, not quite sure. 3 months ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lagu terakhir yang anda dengar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better in time - Leona Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Apa yang sedang anda buat selain selesaikan tag ini?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Selain dari nama anda sendiri, anda suka dipanggil dengan nama apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Comel? ha3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. Tag lagi 6 orang dengan hati yg terbuka tanpa rasa kekesalan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hurm..sape2 nk wat silakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Siapa no 1 kepada anda?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;N/A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Bagaimana pulak dengan no 4?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;N/A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Kata sesuatu tentang orang no 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;N/A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12. Bagaimana pulak dengan orang no 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;N/A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Siapakah orang no 2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Bagi pesanan anda untuk orang no 6.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N/A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-6542675286593536829?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/6542675286593536829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=6542675286593536829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/6542675286593536829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/6542675286593536829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/08/tag-episode-6-bird-itu-burung.html' title='Tag Episode 6: Bird itu Burung'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SnqNGsqrr5I/AAAAAAAAARA/qzeUij3PxHI/s72-c/IMG_3560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-4744547946484077730</id><published>2009-07-24T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T06:53:21.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosity'/><title type='text'>How Do I Spell Sakilah!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah, and i always thought spelling was important!! he3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;have u experienced any of this, when you say something, the words came out is not actually what u meant it to be. its not actually what u think it is. Its actually totally opposite from the true meaning. hurm, I do  experienced it and it happens too many times. he3. at first,  i think its funny but then when i think deeper about it, i worried if it is a symptoms of amnesia maybe. i dont know. hu3. its funny when u want a cold drink in stead u order the hot one. u wanna say  "u look pretty", but then it turns out differently. hu3. sometimes it creates sort of conflict among ur friends because of this miscommunication. im glad to have friends who are very understanding.  if i said wrongly, they know what i'm trying to say. thank you. hu3. but i am curious why this happening? why the information from my brain transported through my nerve reflected wrongly? just wondering....hu3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: i could read above statement!! all of it!! he3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-4744547946484077730?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/4744547946484077730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=4744547946484077730&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4744547946484077730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4744547946484077730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-do-i-spell-sakilah.html' title='How Do I Spell Sakilah!!'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-636319992321151274</id><published>2009-07-17T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:50:44.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><title type='text'>Bahtera Sanggar Kirana</title><content type='html'>hari itu bahtera belayar kembali. kali ini, isiannya bersama nakhoda-nakhoda baru. belum usang. belum lagi punya pengalaman tentang pelayaran ini. di kotak fikiran mereka punya 1001 persoalan yang tidak mungkin bisa punya jawapan melalui kata-kata, barangkali. pelayaran ini membuka mata dan hati mereka tentang tanggungjawab sebagai nakhoda, barangkali. dengan pentauliahan Sang Nakhoda kepada seorang jejaka gagah, hensem bergaya, -Pd mengepalai para kerawitan sepanjang pelayaran ini, barangkali lautan samudera ini tidak mungkin begitu sukar. doa dipohon agar pelayaran dapat diteruskan tanpa gangguan anasir luar yang menyimpan dendam dan iri hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sauh ditarik, kemudi diputar, layar dinaikkan.Sang Nakhoda mula mengarahkan kerawitan bersiap sedia. dan itu, bermulalah pelayaran yang belum lagi diketahui pengakhiran nya. bahtera mula membelah lautan meredah ombak samudera menuju ke Bangi memetakan UKM di atas peta dunia. seperti pelayaran yang lalu, pelbagai badai menimpa bahtera ini. kesatuan sukar dilihatkan. perbedaan umur mungkin menjadi batas. tetapi, kebijaksanaan Sang Nakhoda dan hulu-hulu balang nya berjaya menyatukan kerawitan ini. dalam pelayaran, beberapa pulau telah menjadi tempat persinggahan. buah-buahan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(manggis and durian)&lt;/span&gt; telah menjadi hidangan istimewa buat kerawitan ini. bekalan-bekalan dari pekan malam sudah tidak bisa dihabiskan. sungguh indah pesta malam itu. Sang Nakhoda mampu tersenyum bangga sedangkan hati meronta-ronta inginkan "orang itu" bisa hadir di pesta. namun, beliau tetap gembira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelayaran diteruskan. samudera yang luas diselami untuk mencari harta-harta yang tertanam di dasarnya. persinggahan seterusnya inginkan yang lain. namun, kerawitan dengan amanah dipegang tetap bersedia dengan pengetuk di tangan, mengalunkan lagu, membunyikan irama buat pahlawan-pahlawan teratak ilmu tercinta. malam itu, pertama kali buat Nakhoda Tajol dan juga Nakhoda Amal mengalunkan lagu di khalayak ramai. bangga buat mereka. langit tidak selalu cerah, air ada pasang surutnya. mlm itu bukan terbaik buat kerawitan ini. barangkali ia persinggahan yang tidak dirancang. namun, bahtera ini harus meneruskan pelayaran yang belum lagi berpenghujung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malam itu, sungguh indah. bahtera akhirnya tiba di destinasi yang hampir sepurnama di lautan luas. sukar digambarkan dengan kata-kata. nakhoda-nakhoda lama turut di sana memberi sokongan tidak berbelah bagi buat kerawitan ini. rasa gementar dilempar jauh. rasa penat dibuang ke tepi. kerawitan masing-masing mengeluarkan senjata mengalunkan lagu yang bisa meninggalkan kesan hingga ke lubuk sanubari. Tekad di hati masih satu, melahirkan yang terbaik untuk tatapan warga teratak ilmu yang disayangi. sungguh indah. gerimis-gerimis halus mengalir di pipi tanda kegembiraan yang tidak terhingga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah berhempas pulas tenaga mengharungi lautan ini, akhirnya apa yang dihajati terlaksana. Sauh dilabuhkan, dan layar diturunkan. Para kerawitan harus meneruskan pelyaran-pelayaran kecil yang lain. Cuma, coretan potret dari kotak-kotak lensa bisa menyimpan memori ini untuk di kongsi bersama teman-teman yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SmDVscsFK0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/F19TvDLuGmo/s1600-h/IMG_2892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SmDVscsFK0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/F19TvDLuGmo/s320/IMG_2892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359518516162931522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-636319992321151274?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/636319992321151274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=636319992321151274&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/636319992321151274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/636319992321151274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/07/bahtera-sanggar-kirana.html' title='Bahtera Sanggar Kirana'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SmDVscsFK0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/F19TvDLuGmo/s72-c/IMG_2892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-2814329411552342469</id><published>2009-06-23T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:37:03.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A twist of fate will change our future plans forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SkD92LyurII/AAAAAAAAAQw/kvMHuTQc-F8/s1600-h/rosiedunne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SkD92LyurII/AAAAAAAAAQw/kvMHuTQc-F8/s320/rosiedunne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350555464636476546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/sakilah/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read this book entitle Rosie Dunne by Cecilia Ahern. Im sorry if im a lil bit a step behind from others since i just pick up this book recently, but this book really bothered my mind on one thing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A best friend can be your partner of crime&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your love and your soulmate&lt;/span&gt;- for real. I'm not totally agree about this before. My best friend will remains as my best friend, but the way Cecilia Ahern describe on the characters and the story is really related to our real life. i enjoyed reading this book and able to finish it within 2 days. Guys n girls, do you agree with Cecilia? Will you fall in love with your best friend? just wondering..hu3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-2814329411552342469?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/2814329411552342469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=2814329411552342469&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/2814329411552342469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/2814329411552342469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/06/twist-of-fate-will-change-our-future.html' title='A twist of fate will change our future plans forever'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SkD92LyurII/AAAAAAAAAQw/kvMHuTQc-F8/s72-c/rosiedunne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-6965216650012130480</id><published>2009-05-12T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:29:06.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><title type='text'>Matahari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sgmi5tT88VI/AAAAAAAAAQo/8seHnixc41g/s1600-h/SunCartoon%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sgmi5tT88VI/AAAAAAAAAQo/8seHnixc41g/s320/SunCartoon%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334974345896587602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Duhai &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matahari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila kau lenyap dari pandangan mataku,&lt;br /&gt;hidupku akan menjadi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gelap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gelita,&lt;br /&gt;tetapi &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bukan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; untuk selema-lamanya,&lt;br /&gt;kerana bulan akan datang dan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;menerangi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; malam yang gelap,&lt;br /&gt;walaupun hidupku diterangi dengn cahaya &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;aku tetap mencari &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Matahari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yang telah pergi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Ariana-&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/2736667941995361572-6965216650012130480?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/6965216650012130480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=6965216650012130480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/6965216650012130480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/6965216650012130480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/05/matahari.html' title='Matahari'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sgmi5tT88VI/AAAAAAAAAQo/8seHnixc41g/s72-c/SunCartoon%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-8565411264650806729</id><published>2009-05-03T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T07:30:04.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Pieces of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it has been a while after my last post. every moments being here i spent very wisely as i'll never experience it again. as im gonna remember it forever. as i'm gonna to laugh when i look at those pictures. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i know, time will never turning back. im gonna put the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PIECES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of me in a puzzle. a puzzle that can show a beautiful picture of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u will never &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chances&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERO&lt;/span&gt; inside u,  if u never try to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sf2mJ5ay9KI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eBZ4fFjJcuQ/s1600-h/IMG_2083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sf2mJ5ay9KI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eBZ4fFjJcuQ/s320/IMG_2083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331600222838781090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sf2m5yA-qFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8RwaquB1jVk/s1600-h/DSC_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sf2m5yA-qFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8RwaquB1jVk/s320/DSC_0170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331601045485168722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u will never&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bliss&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;juicy&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spice&lt;/span&gt; of life,  if u never &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;taste&lt;/span&gt; it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sf2mKWSiP0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/dIKr3-7T4GU/s1600-h/390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sf2mKWSiP0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/dIKr3-7T4GU/s320/390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331600230588759874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u will never &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hardwork&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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 mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;, if you dont &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;experienced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sf2mJUX6iMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SOluwHmaClU/s1600-h/IMG_2104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sf2mJUX6iMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SOluwHmaClU/s320/IMG_2104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331600212894582978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u have to believe, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; should be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;treasured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, should be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cherished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and should be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by everyone in this world because, u will never know..when its going to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sf2p8pWFcuI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jv2bO4Xo6es/s1600-h/IMG_1842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sf2p8pWFcuI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jv2bO4Xo6es/s320/IMG_1842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331604393232265954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2736667941995361572-8565411264650806729?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/8565411264650806729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=8565411264650806729&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/8565411264650806729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/8565411264650806729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/05/pieces-of-me.html' title='The Pieces of Me'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sf2mJ5ay9KI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eBZ4fFjJcuQ/s72-c/IMG_2083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-4370157473091935675</id><published>2009-03-28T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T04:49:54.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;switch off the lights just for only 60 minutes, the urgent needs for action on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; GLOBAL WARMING!!!!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sc9dVvndf_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/hMPFb4ss9TY/s1600-h/DSC_1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sc9dVvndf_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/hMPFb4ss9TY/s400/DSC_1810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318572313088458738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2736667941995361572-4370157473091935675?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/4370157473091935675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=4370157473091935675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4370157473091935675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4370157473091935675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour!!'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sc9dVvndf_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/hMPFb4ss9TY/s72-c/DSC_1810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-1239545435890646800</id><published>2009-03-26T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:52:27.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Of HOLIDAY!!</title><content type='html'>After 9 weeks of waiting, finally...Its MID TERM BREAK!!!! yahoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Vacation&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;i went to Bukit Tinggi for this midterm break. its such a nice place to rest our mind from the hectic days and load of works. with the efforts that I've done, (wake up at 3.00am, have shower during rainy days, convoy from UTP-KL-Bukit Tinggi), it really worth it. eventhough it was one day trip, it was really enjoyable. perhaps because it was my first time being there.. =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/ScuFqefwRVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/T0WCu5Or7uA/s1600-h/P1010233.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/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/ScuFqefwRVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/T0WCu5Or7uA/s320/P1010233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317490749828253010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/ScuFp8Ry6nI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zLftInuFDeE/s1600-h/P1010246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/ScuFp8Ry6nI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zLftInuFDeE/s320/P1010246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317490740642900594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/ScuCa48XaCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/nLWCbFqheRA/s1600-h/edit.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/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/ScuCa48XaCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/nLWCbFqheRA/s320/edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317487183514789922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Wake up at 12.00pm&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;checked&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;oh, this is the first thing i wanna do when im home. after 4 days at home, finally i can wake up at 12.00pm without any distractions. wonder why it takes too long?? it because there is house renovation next to my house and they always wake me up at 8.00am with the noise and drills thingy.haih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Squash &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;and my OPS Lemak still ON eventhough it is midterm break. squash wif pra, uruk and lisa at presint-9, putrajaya at 11.30am to 2.30pm is enough to give pain to my arms and body. thank God, its rainy day and make my life better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Burger King&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;checked&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;how much i miss their burger. Sorry, im not telling that i support the Israel things..it just..desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Tidy my room&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;checkeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;he he he. new room, new decoration. not much i can do to decorate my room. just change here and there.. need more ideas and MONEY to make my room alive!!! he3. perhaps my mom satisfied with my wardrobe. he3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;AF 7???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;its already 3rd concert isn't it? he3. it has been a while i didn't watched this reality show. but since Tiara Jaquelina is the principle for this season, it really catch my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Play with Ceri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the reason why i'm waiting for this midterm break so much. Ceri dh kurus.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FYDP, FYP, Msian Studies Project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet x-officemates, sifu, SVs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;and the list will expending. i still dont have dress or attire for my batch dinner. and projects?? i cant install the visio due to sum circumstances. hurm.. need to spend my holiday wisely..!!!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-1239545435890646800?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/1239545435890646800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=1239545435890646800&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/1239545435890646800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/1239545435890646800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-holiday.html' title='Of HOLIDAY!!'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/ScuFqefwRVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/T0WCu5Or7uA/s72-c/P1010233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-4683672293522794464</id><published>2009-03-11T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:28:08.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>17 + 5 = 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alhamdulillah. i am officially &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;22 years old&lt;/span&gt; today. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;WISH&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could be at home at this time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I'm grateful i didn't, because if i do, i will miss the only chance to be at UTP on my birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could study abroad with my besties,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;but I'm grateful i didn't because if i do, i wouldn't know these great people around me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could telling the whole world hows lucky I'm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm grateful, eventhought I'm a talkative person, people still patient listen to my stories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm grateful, eventhought I'm not a pretty person, people willing to be friends with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm grateful, eventhought I'm not a really pick-up person, people still tolerate with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm grateful, eventhought I'm not a brilliant person, people willing to hear me out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Abah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt; for being very understanding and patient grew me up until I became a useful human being.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Abe, Kakak and Abe One&lt;/span&gt; for being the greatest siblings ever. Always listen, help me out when I'm in trouble. Eventhough we always got fight, I love it and I miss it when I'm far away in Tronoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Cherri&lt;/span&gt; who always listen to me. Thank you. From your eyes, it shows everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Syaque&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Shahir&lt;/span&gt;, thank you very much for the surprise party last time. I really didn't expected it. I will always keep it in my mind as a greatest memories of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;all my friends&lt;/span&gt; who are there, being so supportive. Cheer me up when I'm feeling down. Being honest for telling the truth. Being loyal to this friendship. For accepting me as the way I am...And for this 22th Birthday, I do hope my journey will always be cherished with colors and and wonderful moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&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/2736667941995361572-4683672293522794464?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/4683672293522794464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=4683672293522794464&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4683672293522794464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4683672293522794464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/03/17-5-22_11.html' title='17 + 5 = 22'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-6238863133014909811</id><published>2009-03-02T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T07:36:54.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Being Kids Again Without Any Doubt</title><content type='html'>This is the very first time i think UTP is the coolest place in this world. (is it?..not really) ha3. it reminds me to the other world that i left behind about two decade ago. Every evening (almost, when its not rainy days), the park next to UTP's lake will be fulled with students playing this layang2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SazwQ4trM_I/AAAAAAAAANI/QT_QqtEIlp4/s1600-h/P1000727.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/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SazwQ4trM_I/AAAAAAAAANI/QT_QqtEIlp4/s320/P1000727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308882233655505906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preparation..&lt;/span&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sa0qXBu5CTI/AAAAAAAAANw/gJ9Eg7rlbhQ/s1600-h/P1000747.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/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Sa0qXBu5CTI/AAAAAAAAANw/gJ9Eg7rlbhQ/s320/P1000747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308946110830151986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost fly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SazwRfFBYWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dUHA3HUqHZs/s1600-h/P1000750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SazwRfFBYWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dUHA3HUqHZs/s320/P1000750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308882243953975650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flying without any doubt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Saz0PSvZLfI/AAAAAAAAANg/zg5xPzK-GG0/s1600-h/DSC_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Saz0PSvZLfI/AAAAAAAAANg/zg5xPzK-GG0/s320/DSC_0802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308886604328807922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;having pisang goreng as our snacks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SazwRp9gCNI/AAAAAAAAANY/RHzlgTyxSd8/s1600-h/P1000811.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/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SazwRp9gCNI/AAAAAAAAANY/RHzlgTyxSd8/s320/P1000811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308882246875220178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;posing time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Saz0PlXfCcI/AAAAAAAAANo/AkHX1N85KJI/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/Saz0PlXfCcI/AAAAAAAAANo/AkHX1N85KJI/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308886609328802242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with LEMAN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being kids again is really something. It is the moment when u'll never felt guilty when hurting someones heart, the moment when you got excited when you knew something new, the moment with friends, brothers, sisters and free. Free from the assignments, tasks, problems, jobs bla bla bla.. Fuhh.. i wish i can fly in the blue sky. Free as a bird. Fresh like the grass. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No matter how&lt;/span&gt; much we miss it, no matter how much we love it, there's no way to reverse the time.&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/2736667941995361572-6238863133014909811?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/6238863133014909811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=6238863133014909811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/6238863133014909811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/6238863133014909811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-kids-again-without-any-doubt.html' title='Being Kids Again Without Any Doubt'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SazwQ4trM_I/AAAAAAAAANI/QT_QqtEIlp4/s72-c/P1000727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-1541492709510030006</id><published>2009-02-18T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:20:22.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>Tag Episode 5: Of Random Six</title><content type='html'>* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been tag by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://yannedeclassic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kak Yan&lt;/a&gt; few days ago. and here it goes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Go to your photos folder in your computer. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the 6th folder of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Go to the 6th picture in that folder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the picture on your blog and description of it. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invite six friends to join the challenge. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Link them in your blog and let them know they have been challenged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SZyi73xz85I/AAAAAAAAAMY/tkHSX2neMtk/s1600-h/DSC05413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SZyi73xz85I/AAAAAAAAAMY/tkHSX2neMtk/s320/DSC05413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304293610604458898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture of Lisa and Karimah.&lt;br /&gt;Taken during i-chem dinner.&lt;br /&gt;The theme was Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;We eat, we sing, and we laugh together.&lt;br /&gt;We really had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Friendship never dies lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i tag:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://strawberrychocolatecheese.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soursoptangerine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadiahazli.blogspot.com/"&gt;Macob&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://akuenjoy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Telok&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kencingkucing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mok&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://life-of-a-lukehakim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Luqman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;p/s: tgk blk album lama2..mmg best!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-1541492709510030006?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/1541492709510030006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=1541492709510030006&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/1541492709510030006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/1541492709510030006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-episode-5-of-random-six.html' title='Tag Episode 5: Of Random Six'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SZyi73xz85I/AAAAAAAAAMY/tkHSX2neMtk/s72-c/DSC05413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-2096919096127399222</id><published>2009-02-16T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:59:17.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic'/><title type='text'>Of Kejang Tangan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;a day of ketuk2 bonang~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never taught it will end up with this wonderful night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just read about the controversial created by the students- i guess..&lt;br /&gt;somehow effected me a lil bit..but it's not last long..&lt;br /&gt;who cares, we know what we're doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SaJT9KneBBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/jFD9hIdQVMY/s1600-h/DSC_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SaJT9KneBBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/jFD9hIdQVMY/s320/DSC_0423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305895621282890770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stress???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was a very tiring day..&lt;br /&gt;comes to evening, make the conditions more worse..&lt;br /&gt;the eyes show the sleepiness..&lt;br /&gt;the music doesn't sounds nice..&lt;br /&gt;mistakes by mistakes over and over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SaJWQU5wWjI/AAAAAAAAANA/UXEyce3wut8/s1600-h/DSC_1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SaJWQU5wWjI/AAAAAAAAANA/UXEyce3wut8/s320/DSC_1385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305898149484714546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pak Eddie from Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise,&lt;br /&gt;Pak Eddie ask to play with him- on stage..&lt;br /&gt;again, there's butterflies in my stomach..&lt;br /&gt;will i do it great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SaJWQWkX4DI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DNZ_-9XxyS4/s1600-h/DSC_1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SaJWQWkX4DI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DNZ_-9XxyS4/s320/DSC_1398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305898149931900978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with Maya from Oberlin USA and Dewi from Gadja Madha, Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The grand night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we got trapped under croft almost right before performance..&lt;br /&gt;thank GOD, we managed to find a way out after 20 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;again, surprise from seniors, the came to join the event..&lt;br /&gt;more pressure but it was a pleasure to have them that night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SaJT9d_hnGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/QbZsisBEktU/s1600-h/DSC_1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SaJT9d_hnGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/QbZsisBEktU/s320/DSC_1365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305895626484063330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with seniors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When colors mix together..&lt;br /&gt;When people meet each other..&lt;br /&gt;It such a wonderful night that i'll never forget..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sanggar Kirana for being such a great family..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you juniors for being such an understanding sisters and brothers..&lt;br /&gt;And special thanks to Seniors, because of you we are here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamelan is always in my heart!!&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/2736667941995361572-2096919096127399222?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/2096919096127399222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=2096919096127399222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/2096919096127399222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/2096919096127399222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-kejang-tangan.html' title='Of Kejang Tangan'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SaJT9KneBBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/jFD9hIdQVMY/s72-c/DSC_0423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-7367473570755162161</id><published>2009-02-08T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:16:42.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>OPS Lemak!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;kerana lemak itu perlu dihapuskan...sindiket ini sungguh bahaya..AWAS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salut!!! Comment allez-vous? Je suis etudiante. Hu3. It has been a while after my last post. Thank you for those who are concern kept reminding me to update The Sound Of Silence. Being quit messy recently with the FYP, FYDP, gamelan and bla bla bla.. It might take sometime for me to get used to it. Alhamdulillah, it almost a month after my new sem begun and i still can survive overhere. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that make me proud of UTP, first for most, finally we owned futsal courts!!! Yahoo.. Its such a good start for me to accomplish my mission. OPS Lemak. hu3. My God!! Such a tradition, almost all students who came back from internship experienced this situation. No offense!! But this is the feedback i got from seniors and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whos the one that started this Operation, but what i know is, there are some of my friends who are not into sports finally take this opportunity to join this campaign. Hu hu hu. Its very happening when finally i saw the scenario in UTP changed lil bit when it comes to the evening. The jogging track in front of UTP will be hectic with students. Some of them jogging, dating, football, and the most interesting part is playing kites. So cute. Wanna try someday. Hu hu hu ..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SY8unPORrOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4MADMjofUYw/s1600-h/DSC00807.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/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SY8unPORrOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4MADMjofUYw/s320/DSC00807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300506538074549474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my initiative, I start with light exercise which is jogging. Yeah, this is my expertise besides sleeping and eating in my small-messy-room. hu hu hu. And today, the Operation improved. I played tennis, and it is something that i can be proud about..After 1 year i didnt touched the racket, I still can play it!! yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oppss, its already 3.10 am and i got a date with coach Bella tomorrow morning..Yeah, I got this jogging session at 6.30am..catch you later then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonne Nuit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-7367473570755162161?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/7367473570755162161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=7367473570755162161&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/7367473570755162161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/7367473570755162161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/02/ops-lemak.html' title='OPS Lemak!!'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SY8unPORrOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4MADMjofUYw/s72-c/DSC00807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-4410794549329917017</id><published>2009-01-09T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:16:37.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><title type='text'>a mi manera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Finally got out of my own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Finally started living for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally know that I needed to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally know that- Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceans a part day after day, finally this Internship come to the end. Alhamdulillah, it end up with full colors and just wait and see the grade later on. Amin. Internship did changed me a little bit especially on the way i think and the way i reflect but don't worry, i still the old me . Thank you very much to all Project Team and my beloved supervisors for guiding me through out this programme..And to all my babes, we are Final Year Student at last!!! ha ha ha. Syukur2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my new friends, new contacts, new buddies, best of luck to all of you. Do keep in touch okay. lots of things i want to share about my internship but i think its enough. let it be between those who are there with me. he3. so, there's only few days left for me to prepare myself before step into new semester. i really need to prepare physically and MENTALITY especially. Back to old life style, i think its not that difficult to get used to it. But what i really concern about is TIME constrain. I don't know if its enough for me to fulfill my wish list during this 1 year left as a student, Insyaallah. There are so many things i want to do while I'm being as a student. And there are lots of things also that i scared about. Projects, assignments and what so ever that will be make my life messy and bla bla bla bla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;However, life must go on right? There's a long long journey that I've to go through. Just need the strength and passion on doing things and survive this life. I hope this year will be beyond my imagination and desire. I hope i can fix everything that i mess up during my previous years.. and i hope there are still have tomorrows for me.&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/2736667941995361572-4410794549329917017?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/4410794549329917017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=4410794549329917017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4410794549329917017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4410794549329917017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/01/mi-manera.html' title='a mi manera'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-4002479297216615812</id><published>2009-01-05T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T05:30:05.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic'/><title type='text'>Of Psychic Mak Cik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Chineese girl, okey. Indian girl, okey. But Malay girl?? very trouble. Hey, dont be hypocrite.....tudung...sex...They are a bad girl..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh!!! It was yesterday, when I'm out with Lisa and Imah. This mak cik is very irritating, confuse, and a good word to describe her is PSYCHIC i guess. She's a Malay woman, free hair, her age is around 40 plus, quite chubby and not pretty at all. Inside and outside. It started when she's talking about a Malay girl without tudung that luv sex and bla bla bla that i can't catch up clearly. She became very emotional, stressed on 'MALAY girl is a BAD girl' several times and it made us uncomfortable. What a shame. Do respect us as well. Did she realize that we ARE the only Malay girls there? Did she just want to point on us because we are about to buy an ash-tray as a gift for our supervisor? Gosh!!! even the guy at the shop gave the 'look' on her..The point is, do we need to judge people  by only on their appearance?  Come on. Don't judge a book by its cover. Doesn't meant you are wearing tudung but smoking make u a bad girl. Why did she only stressed on Malay girl wif tudung? .. It's not fair. may be sometimes you are not at the right place and on the right time...oH Mak Cik, I dont bother at all if u saying this to the right people out there. But you humiliated the Malay girl, your own blood in front of other races...ishk2..pelik tapi benar.. Even the Chinese at the shop saying good things to us. may be to make us comfortable and calm i guess... Mak Cik..Mak Cik..hope to see you again. lots of questions i want to ask...&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/2736667941995361572-4002479297216615812?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/4002479297216615812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=4002479297216615812&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4002479297216615812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4002479297216615812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-psychic-mak-cik.html' title='Of Psychic Mak Cik'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-7921912857476129391</id><published>2009-01-04T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:59:28.632-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic'/><title type='text'>Colors of Life - 2009</title><content type='html'>It has been a while i didn't post anything on my blog. Being busy for a while finish up my final presentation, pending weekly reports, as well as my very final report. Alhamdulillah, now it comes to the end of my Internship program also known as my 'honeymoon' time. Sobbing. I hope it is not too late to wish you all Happy New Year 2009. May Allah will bless us now and forever. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, there are lots of things happened recently either it is expected or not. some of it brighten my days, gave joyness but some of it is very painful to be imagined. This is what we called life i guess. A journey that full of colors and melody. like a stage. You can be the actor or either the director of the play. Also like a slice of pizza, u need to taste every bites of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 shall be a great journey since it is my Final Year Semester. Alhamdulillah, I make it eventhough it's hard to believe i am away from my interest. This year could be the thoughest year ever in my life. Graduating during economy crisis could be a challenge for me too. But who knows. Just treasure every moment of the journey that shall be a part of of this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year means my wishlist expending. Yes, Manusia tidak pernah puas. I agreed with that. Eventhought there are my wishes already fulfill during this internship, but it increasing parallel to the desire. Ha ha ha ha. Btw, again, lets pray for the best for this new year 2009. Wachhaaaa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-7921912857476129391?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/7921912857476129391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=7921912857476129391&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/7921912857476129391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/7921912857476129391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2009/01/colors-of-life-2009.html' title='Colors of Life - 2009'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-8495710113387973397</id><published>2008-11-20T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:54:46.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Music, Lyrics and Me..</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here in the boring room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;its cold, sleepy and alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;its friday actually people rushed out ..to catch up the works load..but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;browsing, scrolling, searching for nothing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;too lazy to finish up all the works..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;looking for food downstairs, looking for handsome if there has any..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;to buzz, to call, to MSG ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing ever happens and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ur phone was out of battery, or maybe out of credit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hurm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;to waste my time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this internship make me more and more lazy..but why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;when i look at my window..its dark outside..raining i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning my head up and down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;its good for my sleepy head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning turning turning turning turning around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;until i got headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;dreaming all day long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;of sleep that can kill all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to go out taking a shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but i just take it this morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a heavy cloud inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;confused to make a decision..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;of waiting for nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put myself into bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;just imagine about it..since i still at my office..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing ever happens and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;when the clock will show the time at five..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-8495710113387973397?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/8495710113387973397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=8495710113387973397&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/8495710113387973397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/8495710113387973397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/11/music-lyrics-and-me.html' title='Music, Lyrics and Me..'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-4994588222308192842</id><published>2008-11-17T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:56:04.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technical'/><title type='text'>Tag Episode 4: Snapp!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://life-of-a-lukehakim.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lukman Hakim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Take a recent photo of yourself OR take a picture of yourself RIGHT NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* DON'T change your cloth. DON'T fix your hair, just take a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Post that picture with NO editing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Post this instruction with your picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Tag 10 people to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SSIZ9BduWGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5SK2lrPjSDM/s1600-h/DSC00597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269803050132723810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SSIZ9BduWGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5SK2lrPjSDM/s320/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; At my work-station, RNZ office at Great Eastern Mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What am i doing right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at my pc -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;check my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emails&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the updated blogs, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arrange the documents, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;list down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the things to be done, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and do some &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;research&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on slug catcher...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the documents at my side need to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;reviewed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to tag &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU x 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hu3 =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-4994588222308192842?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/4994588222308192842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=4994588222308192842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4994588222308192842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4994588222308192842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-episode-4-snapp.html' title='Tag Episode 4: Snapp!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SSIZ9BduWGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5SK2lrPjSDM/s72-c/DSC00597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-8956191471748320388</id><published>2008-11-11T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:34:21.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Ayat-Ayat Cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i addicted to this song..read the lyrics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desir pasir di padang tandus&lt;br /&gt;Segersang pemikiran hati&lt;br /&gt;Terkisah ku di antara cinta yang rumit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila keyakinanku datang&lt;br /&gt;Kasih bukan sekadar cinta&lt;br /&gt;Pengorbanan cinta yang agung&lt;br /&gt;Ku pertaruhkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reff:&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan bila ku tak sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Cinta ini tak mungkin ku cegah&lt;br /&gt;Ayat-ayat cinta bercerita&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku padamu&lt;br /&gt;Bila bahagia mulai menyentuh&lt;br /&gt;Seakan ku bisa hidup lebih lama&lt;br /&gt;Namun harus ku tinggalkan cinta&lt;br /&gt;Ketika ku bersujud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila keyakinanku datang&lt;br /&gt;Kasih bukan sekedar cinta&lt;br /&gt;Pengorbanan cinta yang agung&lt;br /&gt;Ku pertaruhkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat reff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika ku bersujud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-8956191471748320388?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/8956191471748320388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=8956191471748320388&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/8956191471748320388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/8956191471748320388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/11/ayat-ayat-cinta.html' title='Ayat-Ayat Cinta'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-6607228377394470449</id><published>2008-10-31T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:36:46.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic'/><title type='text'>Tag: Episode 3 - Some Random, Some Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been tagged by Telok aka Zafuan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog,some random,some weird&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird?..hurmm..(weird kah?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let see who am i,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Sakilah Si Smelly Shell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nick name given by this veto--&gt; farhana, laily, nab + syaque + ilani. yes, they're my buddies and always be. Sakilah ni asyek tersengeh mcm kerang busuk la..hu3. Reason nyer bcz they said that i always smiling even tgh duduk sorg2 and buat kerja. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Btul ke?&lt;/span&gt; mcm org gila pon mungkin? ishk3..tp, ak rse actually ak x senyum pn or sengeh ke..tp dh expression muke ak cmni kot..ho3. atau mungkin satu ketika dlu ak kne panggil ngn warden sbb x senyum kt senior or wat xtau jer kt senior2 skolah tu..lepas tu ble jumpe org jer ak prektis senyum..mungkin jugak tu..hu3.. papepon, senyum itu sedekah rite? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Jangan Lupe Lirik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give me a song, any song except lagu Negaraku, i can't sing the full song..sorry, mmg ak seorang yg susah nk ingt lirik. Even dh dgr hundred times pon, still sukar utk ak menghafal lirik2 itu semua. mungkin akn bercampur2 lagu tu nnti..he3. tapi i like to read the lyrics.. mcm mane ak taw lagu tu best? sbb lyrics die la..he3. Maybe after this I'll try to remember those lyrics yg best~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I can be a good friend but a bad enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i? i like making friends.. but when i lost them, it really hurts me.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. I LOVE arts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A'ah. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;used to be&lt;/span&gt; in arts class. Semangat x? My parents hntar pergi kelas melukis ketika ak kecil.Drawing competition? never missed. hu3. kalau diberi an abstract punyer lukisan, my interpretations will be differents compare to my siblings. and ak bru taw, my dad seorang pelukis suatu masa dlu.. like father like daughter..ye ker? he3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;pernah&lt;/span&gt; juge berlakon di pentas teater. english mahupon melayu.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; dulu&lt;/span&gt; ak tidak tahu erti stage fright.ha3..redah sajer bile di panggil.. minat teater ini mmbawa aku ke Istana Budaya menyaksikan teater2 di sana..Malim Kundang, Merdeka, dan beberapa lagi pementasan di situ..juga pementasan di balai budaya..semua pon aku redah sajer..ha3.. and i also like musics.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;used to be&lt;/span&gt; in a band time skul dlu, koir mmbers juge, juge nashid..hurmmm...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;? still go on with musics..gamelan tu boley di ambil kira kn? he3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Makan pakai tangan kanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hu3. Its normal la kn? tapi ak xtau nape ak rase ak pelik. Sbb tiap kali ak mkn nasi pakai tgn, yg pasti bekas2 nasi dan kuah itu pasti smpai ke tapak tgn. dan jari2 ak pasti kotor nya hingga ke atas. kata nye dek imah, ak x reti mkn pakai tgn..tp aku org Melayu yg dr kecil pon mak ak ajr mkn nasi pakai tgn kanan...hurm..aku masih mencuba untuk menjadi seperti org lain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. I dont like cats, but I love them so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o0o0o, i dont like cats. u know how was it when there were cats around. meja di mapley bisa di terbalikkn oleh ak. bukan aku seorg saje tp imah juge begitu. lisa juge pon same. o0o0, macob juge. ramai pule rakan2 ku terjebak dgn sindrom ini. tp tidak suka bukan bermaksud tidak sayang. Aku sayang kucing2 ini semua. They are so damn cute ble derg wat cat walk. Lagi2 ble derg buat muka mcm Pussy-In-The-Boots dlm cerita Shrekk tu. Boley menangis kalau tgk lame2...he3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Nature lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o0o0o0, i love nature. hijau itu indah. Biru itu tenang. Byk lagi outdoor activities yang aku sgt2 nk join and buat. Four wheel drive sudah..Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuhhh..is it weird? hurmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-6607228377394470449?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/6607228377394470449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=6607228377394470449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/6607228377394470449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/6607228377394470449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-episode-3-some-random-some-weird.html' title='Tag: Episode 3 - Some Random, Some Weird'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-6496219049650277482</id><published>2008-10-30T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:29:23.045-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>Of Free Eating</title><content type='html'>its hot over here. not only because of the chicks, but also the weather. hu3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for DFE Raya Celebration yesterday again, at Flamingo by the Lake, Ampang. Our arrival was welcomed by the seeding engineers with their sweet smiles and cute face. Thank you. Eventhough we're stuck in the traffic jam about 30 minutes, but we managed to be there right on time. 8.30 am sharp. No surprise since i left my home about 7.00 o'clock in the morning. Walla.. And it supposed to be half an hour from my house. hurmm.. 'we' here refer to &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;Naza&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;thanks for being so generous of driving us to the hotel&lt;/span&gt;), sarah, iman and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;thanks for providing us the transport&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQnO0HOpFGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/44OZcCJaOVQ/s1600-h/IMG_0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262965034248115298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQnO0HOpFGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/44OZcCJaOVQ/s320/IMG_0891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eventhough i didn't recognize anyone there,opss, not really, maybe most of them, even my boss only got to know me last two weeks, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(kesian kan kan kan)&lt;/span&gt; but i still can felt the warm of the celebration. at registration table, we were given a door gift by the committee of the event. Thank you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQnO0Uuw8FI/AAAAAAAAALY/zUa-ir2QC74/s1600-h/IMG_0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262965037872509010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQnO0Uuw8FI/AAAAAAAAALY/zUa-ir2QC74/s320/IMG_0869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lets talk a bout the food part, i only can give 2 stars out of 5. The saying said, dont judge a book by its cover. Taste it first before you say any words. Thats what i was doing and it end up with only a plate of food. The only meal that i like was the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;rendang&lt;/span&gt; and fruits. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yg lain?&lt;/span&gt; Average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQnO0hF1xKI/AAAAAAAAALg/2aeM2bLp0iA/s1600-h/IMG_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262965041190519970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQnO0hF1xKI/AAAAAAAAALg/2aeM2bLp0iA/s320/IMG_0883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The celebration was introducing the DFE band, who performed Collection of Lagu2 Raya, Rock Kapak, and special welcome to wanna be Malaysia's Jason Marz singing I'm Yours. The most outstanding performance. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sangat best itu pasti. &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, i dont know who's the singer. Plz do send my regards to him. He3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263119633834277058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQpba_kTeMI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZttbS9y57P8/s320/DSC05408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQnO1ma2ibI/AAAAAAAAALo/kHPUTYAYvzw/s1600-h/IMG_0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Aidilfitri was a blast. Im very grateful of being a part of this event. It gather the seniors and juniors. It mingled the bosses and the employees. It was a chance to get to know people around us. The most important is, it was a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;free eating&lt;/span&gt; on Wednesday. hu3..Kidding. =) Raya itu sebulan. Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Forgive me body and soul. Peace no war. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-6496219049650277482?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/6496219049650277482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=6496219049650277482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/6496219049650277482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/6496219049650277482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-free-eating.html' title='Of Free Eating'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQnO0HOpFGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/44OZcCJaOVQ/s72-c/IMG_0891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-1117242057150143099</id><published>2008-10-26T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:39:45.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Bowling at Flamingo</title><content type='html'>what a tiring week and days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQU1lmtO3zI/AAAAAAAAAKw/hac7UTWW5A0/s1600-h/IMG_0801.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/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQU1lmtO3zI/AAAAAAAAAKw/hac7UTWW5A0/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261670659813990194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after i came back from Yogyakarta last weekend, i need to rush to work on Monday. The following three days, i went for a training at Kelana Jaya..and on Friday? I went for a Bowling tournament at Flamingo Ampang. The reason i joined this tournament is to get to know the staffs of my department better since my workstation is not at KLCC..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQU1mlphceI/AAAAAAAAALI/eStTlIr3veU/s1600-h/IMG_0782.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/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQU1mlphceI/AAAAAAAAALI/eStTlIr3veU/s320/IMG_0782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261670676709863906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, the objective achieved and i got to know few new staffs and also to meet my seniors back to UTP then. The tournament was fun and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQU1mFwRg1I/AAAAAAAAALA/Nt_tFK2qkrg/s1600-h/IMG_0786.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/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQU1mFwRg1I/AAAAAAAAALA/Nt_tFK2qkrg/s320/IMG_0786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261670668148245330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after almost 4 months i didn't play the game, i managed to get 3rd place out of 5.orite la kan? ha3..and my team also got the same place and 2 of my team members manage to represent our department to the division tournament. Gud luck guys and have fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQU1l1MyUOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8SH-u94cRtw/s1600-h/IMG_0816.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/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQU1l1MyUOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8SH-u94cRtw/s320/IMG_0816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261670663704432866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-1117242057150143099?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/1117242057150143099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=1117242057150143099&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/1117242057150143099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/1117242057150143099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/10/bowling-at-flamingo.html' title='Bowling at Flamingo'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQU1lmtO3zI/AAAAAAAAAKw/hac7UTWW5A0/s72-c/IMG_0801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-4004014759210846261</id><published>2008-10-23T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:29:07.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technical'/><title type='text'>my first KISS</title><content type='html'>if you have any emergency, im here, ready to give my hands!! ha3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, last three days i went for a training that one of the course was required me to do the CPR. It looks like a simple thing but when i tried it by myself, its harder than i assumed before. Hu3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first: who want to give a damn kiss to a model?&lt;br /&gt;second: how to push the chest properly?&lt;br /&gt;third: why the chest was static even i blow the air into his mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the basic is very simple, blow the air 2 times, push the chest 30 times, repeat the steps for 5 cycles and do it in two minutes. in the mean while, call the ambulance. simple right? but do it by yourself will make you tired and fade up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i really appreciate the doctor out there. They did a really tough job of saving other lives.. peace no war~ =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQUvaaNNfpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DhE9Aj-SthI/s1600-h/IMG_0678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQUvaaNNfpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DhE9Aj-SthI/s320/IMG_0678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261663870410129042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-4004014759210846261?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/4004014759210846261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=4004014759210846261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4004014759210846261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4004014759210846261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-doing-cpr.html' title='my first KISS'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQUvaaNNfpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DhE9Aj-SthI/s72-c/IMG_0678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-1507675874544556081</id><published>2008-10-22T05:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T02:59:04.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>Cintaku Tertinggal Di Yogyakarta</title><content type='html'>Mungkin ini yang pertama dan bukan yang terakhir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di suatu mlm yang indah, ditemani gerimis halus membasahi Swift 5887, tanpa paluan kompang dan rebana, empat sekawan meluncur laju menuju ke teratak ilmu nun jauh di tronoh, Perak. Walau pelbagai rintangan dan dugaan yang dialami di siang hari &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(mcm xleh cuti ngn bos, keje belambak, jalan jam etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; empat sekawan tetap tersenyum manis girang ketawa sambil menanam tekad di hati masing-masing untuk meneruskan pelayaran yang sudah hampir lima purnama ditinggalkan dengan cemerlang dan jayanya. Doa dipohon agar pelayaran dapat diteruskan tanpa gangguan dari anasir luar yang menyimpan dendam dan iri hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP8sEKvHyII/AAAAAAAAAIo/02nEmaHzhR8/s1600-h/IMG_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP8sEKvHyII/AAAAAAAAAIo/02nEmaHzhR8/s400/IMG_0391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259971339905124482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Masih segar dalam ingatan empat sekawan, sebermula dengan satu persidangan yang ringkas, kerawitan ini tekad untuk melayari lautan api yang mungkin bisa menenggelami bahtera ini. Begitu payah sekali bahtera ini sukar dibina. Dengan badai yang menimpa-nimpa &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(mcm Ibu Sani x reply email, postpond tarikh, sponsor x cukup and etc)&lt;/span&gt; namun, kerawitan ini tidak mudah putus harapan. Dengan kebijaksanaan dan ketokohan yang hebat, seorang pemuda gagah dan tanggungjawab, telah menjadi nakhoda dan mengemudi pelayaran ini&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(credit to En. Mad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Sang nakhoda dimakhotakan dan diberi sepersalinan lengkap nakhoda gagah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP8_zbAy2-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vGSMyIcLluo/s1600-h/IMG_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP8_zbAy2-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vGSMyIcLluo/s320/IMG_0363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259993042448997346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP8_z8zcTbI/AAAAAAAAAJg/28O3-S5QWcA/s1600-h/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP8_z8zcTbI/AAAAAAAAAJg/28O3-S5QWcA/s320/IMG_0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259993051519798706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP8_zs2K_ZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CnlIYLZqcZ4/s1600-h/IMG_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP8_zs2K_ZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CnlIYLZqcZ4/s320/IMG_0336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259993047236279698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sauh ditarik, kemudi diputar dan layar dinaikkan. Sang nakhoda mula mengarahkan para kerawitan meneruskan pelayaran. Bahtera mula membelah lautan meredah ombak samudera menuju ke Pulau Jawa yang memetakan Yogyakarta dalam peta dunia. Setiap ahli kerawitan mula menjalankan tanggungjawab memainkan alunan muzik yang bisa membuatkan hati-hati para penduduk sekitar terpegun dan terkesima. Tekad di hati masih satu, melahirkan yang terbaik untuk tatapan warga teratak ilmu yang disayangi juga negara yang tercinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samudera yang luas mula diselami untuk mencari harta-harta karun dan khazanah berharga yang tersembunyi jauh di dasarnya. Borobodur juga dilawati agar tidak menyesali di kemudian hari. Kraton yang mungkin tidak pernah diketahui kewujudan nya juga disinggahi. Syukur, teman-teman dari dunia berbeda sungguh bermurah hati membuka pintu Malioboro buat kerawitan ini yang sungguh menagih kan harta-harta di sana. Kerawitan mengorak langkah pantas dan bertenaga mencari pelbagai sumber berkenaan Yogyakarta untuk dijadikan kenang-kenangan mungkin pahatan di hari mendatang. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(Credit to Syazwan, Zul, Aisyah, Rupa, Re'an, Ain, Marzuki, Kecik, Amru, Faris and etc)&lt;/span&gt;. Teman-teman semua sudah terpahat di dalam hati empat sekawan khususnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQBFX1inbjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/W2guFxSxFHk/s1600-h/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQBFX1inbjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/W2guFxSxFHk/s320/IMG_0636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260280640580316722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQBFYDh2o5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/tV2maPQkF54/s1600-h/IMG_0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQBFYDh2o5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/tV2maPQkF54/s320/IMG_0652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260280644335215506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQBFXkJltMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/yVrm6uQ4YX4/s1600-h/IMG_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQBFXkJltMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/yVrm6uQ4YX4/s320/IMG_0644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260280635911943362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQBHnz-8EbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nK9HjS-qVLI/s1600-h/IMG_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQBHnz-8EbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nK9HjS-qVLI/s320/IMG_0616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260283114063401394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para kerawitan yang diamanahkan tetap sedia dengan pengetuk di tangan, mengalunkan lagu, membunyikan irama, membetuk satu rasa yang bisa meninggalkan kesan hingga ke lubuk sanubari. Rasa gementar dilempar jauh, rasa penat dilontar ketepi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQBJZrJBB1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4TTuLh7cJ3c/s1600-h/IMG_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQBJZrJBB1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4TTuLh7cJ3c/s320/IMG_0597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260285070194837330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQBJZ_aFbuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DAThL1AIAbg/s1600-h/IMG_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQBJZ_aFbuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DAThL1AIAbg/s320/IMG_0583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260285075635138274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQBJaKiEMgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZZT-hBbdX0w/s1600-h/IMG_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SQBJaKiEMgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZZT-hBbdX0w/s320/IMG_0596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260285078621401602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Langit tidak selalunya cerah, air ada pasang surut nya. Namun, malam itu tetap meriah. Bukan hanya kerana kerawitan ini sahaja, namun teman-teman dari Gadja Madha terus membuatkan hati ini jatuh cinta dengan Yogyakarta. Begitu juga dengan teman-teman dari Atmajaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Betapa hati ini meronta mahukan ingatan ini tidak luntur ditelan badai, tidak kering disambar kemarau berpanjangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, bahtera ini harus meneruskan pelayaran pulang membawa harta-harta juga ilmu-ilmu yang bisa diturunkan kepada kerawitan seterusnya. Setelah berhempas pulas tenaga mengharungi lautan ini, akhirnya apa yang dihajati terlaksana. Sauh dilabuhkan, dan layar diturunkan. Para kerawitan harus meneruskan urusan-urusan yang sudah ditinggalkan selama lima siang yang mungkin tidak dapat digantikan dengan apa jua ingatan. Cuma, coretan potret dari kotak-kotak lensa bisa menyimpan memori ini untuk di kongsi bersama teman-teman yang lain. Sesungguhnya, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cintaku Tertinggal Di Yogyakarta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: do check this website for detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//melayuonline.com/news/?a=b05Ucy91UGlaM1ZBY2E%3D="&gt;http://melayuonline.com/news/?a=b05Ucy91UGlaM1ZBY2E%3D=&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-1507675874544556081?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/1507675874544556081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=1507675874544556081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/1507675874544556081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/1507675874544556081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/10/cintaku-tertinggal-di-yogyakarta.html' title='Cintaku Tertinggal Di Yogyakarta'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP8sEKvHyII/AAAAAAAAAIo/02nEmaHzhR8/s72-c/IMG_0391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-147164116432782216</id><published>2008-10-11T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T06:34:37.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>Raya Sakan!!!</title><content type='html'>Why I like this Raya so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, my family planned to celebrate  this Raya in KL. So, not much preparation we had here. But then, everyone of us were complaining about this raya and eager to go back to our hometown -Dungun. its last minute decision. So, the North-South Highway got additional 2 more cars and increased their income for toll fees. He3. We arrived there the night before Raya. Because there was no baju raya for this time, i had to borrow my mom's jubah for 1st day of raya. ha3. it was my 1st time wearing the jubah. and the funny thing was the kids were scarred of us because the way we dressed up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3HW-UYUFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SBFppiNvM5k/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3HW-UYUFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SBFppiNvM5k/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259579137338134610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3HXR3sbUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5DbpfSiHxmE/s1600-h/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3HXR3sbUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5DbpfSiHxmE/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259579142586527042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mcm taliban kn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hu3..but Raya is not over yet eventhough we came back to KL.&lt;br /&gt;A week after that, i had a convoy Raya that really made me crazy. i managed to go to 6 houses in a day. There were 32 of us convoy by 8 cars from Ampang to Bangi..This Raya was a blast!! It was a chance for us to meet each other after 4 months having our internship program which was scattered us miles away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3TNET5xzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0bhuXfoLqng/s1600-h/PA110201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3TNET5xzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0bhuXfoLqng/s200/PA110201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259592161287587634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;umah telok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3TNcyVjJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/y8J7Zmd7dtw/s1600-h/PA110209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3TNcyVjJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/y8J7Zmd7dtw/s200/PA110209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259592167857687698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;umah majinomoto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3WK2UIJJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/waxgP_yhOV0/s1600-h/PA110230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3WK2UIJJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/waxgP_yhOV0/s200/PA110230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259595421705577618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;umah pojan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3TOWi5MqI/AAAAAAAAAII/SKSXIt0g4fk/s1600-h/PA110245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3TOWi5MqI/AAAAAAAAAII/SKSXIt0g4fk/s200/PA110245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259592183362171554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the climax....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3TON3UkyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yDKb_1RI1Xw/s1600-h/PA110237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3TON3UkyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yDKb_1RI1Xw/s200/PA110237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259592181031932706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;umah kenny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3VCkFcQTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/z4DhhLi08Nw/s1600-h/PA110250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3VCkFcQTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/z4DhhLi08Nw/s200/PA110250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259594179861561650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;umah awin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3VDEsyJsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yZUt2r3Kp4c/s1600-h/PA110284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3VDEsyJsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yZUt2r3Kp4c/s200/PA110284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259594188616509122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;umah lisa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the best raya ever..len kali buat lagi yer...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;p/s: ramadhan i lost about 3 kgs and this raye i gained 3 more kgs. 3-3= 0 = no efffect&lt;/span&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/2736667941995361572-147164116432782216?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/147164116432782216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=147164116432782216&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/147164116432782216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/147164116432782216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/10/raya-sakan.html' title='Raya Sakan!!!'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SP3HW-UYUFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SBFppiNvM5k/s72-c/IMG_0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-6410176506694589969</id><published>2008-09-29T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:07:43.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>Sesuci Lebaran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SOF5IwLilBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/TcZ42_J8sRs/s1600-h/aidilfitri_by_siraplimau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SOF5IwLilBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/TcZ42_J8sRs/s320/aidilfitri_by_siraplimau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251611831769928722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of apologies for all my wrong deeds,&lt;br /&gt;my bad words and my jokes that might be hurt you..&lt;br /&gt;Here's me wishing you all the treasured moments of happiness on Aidilfitri and always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Salam Aidilfitri Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SOF4rQLaRxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GCdeD77HSYg/s1600-h/aidilfitri_by_siraplimau.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-6410176506694589969?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/6410176506694589969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=6410176506694589969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/6410176506694589969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/6410176506694589969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/09/sesuci-lebaran.html' title='Sesuci Lebaran'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SOF5IwLilBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/TcZ42_J8sRs/s72-c/aidilfitri_by_siraplimau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-4177117982376392163</id><published>2008-09-27T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:03:01.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><title type='text'>Past and present..</title><content type='html'>Past..&lt;br /&gt;i still remember, when i was kid, my mom always brought me to mosque for solat tarawikh. it was a wonderful memories because there're lots of things I've done without my mom's consent. hu3..Ampun. in my bag, I'll bring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Maggie&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eat after tarawikh 8 rakaat,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;fireworks&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah, it is a routine to play the bunga api and mercun with my friends&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;plastics&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this one is for bomb, have you ever play 'war game'? we put some water into the plastics, tight it, and throw it to the enemy!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah!!!&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;candles&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes, we like to go to graveyard, behind the mosque..he3~&lt;/span&gt;, and the list will keep changing depends on my plan. and sometimes, I'll bring my homework to the mosque while waiting for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;kad raya&lt;/span&gt; - lots.. we able to hang it on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;baju raya&lt;/span&gt;- average..about 4-5 of baju kurung + jeans and shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;kuih raya&lt;/span&gt; - i just eat it..don't know how to make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;duit raya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- wahhhhhhh!!! lots~&lt;br /&gt;this is how the Ramadhan when i was 5-10 years old. the memories remains in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present..&lt;br /&gt;Tarawikh- I went to the surau nearby because the mosque is quit far from our house, in my bag there is only sejadah..no more unnecessary things..hu3&lt;br /&gt;fireworks- still there, but need to be aware of corps&lt;br /&gt;kad raya- not even one!!!! people love to use sms and emails for greetings&lt;br /&gt;baju raya- only 1 i guess, dont have time to shop&lt;br /&gt;kuih raya- now, i made it by myself.. try it, taste it..he3&lt;br /&gt;duit raya- hurmmm, i dont know if i can have it this year..hopefully!! hu3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough the time passed by, the era keep changing, people are grown up, but the tradition is always remains.. the only changes is the way we celebrate it~ =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-4177117982376392163?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/4177117982376392163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=4177117982376392163&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4177117982376392163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4177117982376392163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/09/past-and-present.html' title='Past and present..'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-5032805080350954491</id><published>2008-09-25T20:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:03:01.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Being tagged: Episode 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i was being tagged by Yorke!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*it's okey york, since I've nothing to do rite now..here it goes~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any 1 questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RULE #2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by and continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/div&gt;- hurt defenitely and unforgiven ..but how could you betryed on me..so sad..ha3!!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;- i wish i have a time machine~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. If you are the opposite gender, what would you do?&lt;/div&gt;- I'll be a gentleman person, respect to the ladies, and masculine enough..ha3 ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;/div&gt;- Buy a mini cooper..its cool~ he3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your friend?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;- I think so..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/div&gt;- We need both, being loved and loving someone..that's how the beauty of love~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;- as long as he loves me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/div&gt;-that's the risk we have to face..hu3.. name pon secret admirer rite?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Have u ever been labeled as a snatcher?&lt;/div&gt;- am I? i dont think so..hu3 ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. What takes you down the fastest?&lt;/div&gt;- when people cheated on me... there's a saying said that telling the truth might hurt me but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;telling lies will kill me~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;- I still the old me..the same person with my own personality..i hope to become a successful engineer, a good wife and a great mother..Ameen~&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you really want at the moment of responding to this tag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- have a McD sundea ice cream..nyummy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/div&gt;- im not good in judging people, but what i know about him is, he likes Gothics, humble, and he can be a good friend..eceh..he3~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;/div&gt;- i like to say that i just want to be an ordinary person..average..&lt;br /&gt;not too rich but not that poor, the important is, i am happy~ he3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;/div&gt;- its weekend..back to sleep..ha3..recently i'll go to check my Cherry first..her food always not enough...gemok mkn byk..ha3~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/div&gt;- no way..still have lots to be considered~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;- the best man will win rite? hu3..try to avoid it..its not fair!!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sedangkan Nabi ampunkan ummat, apatah aku org biasa jer ni.he3...i'll forgive him/her but its hard to forget..and i dont think i'll forget about it~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;/div&gt;-single is simple, couple make trouble..ha3.. depends laa..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally, i'm done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i would like to tag:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Aizat&lt;/div&gt;2) Ain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Khairil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hu3..cant refuse okey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-5032805080350954491?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/5032805080350954491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=5032805080350954491&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/5032805080350954491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/5032805080350954491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-being-tagged-by-yorke-its-okey.html' title='Being tagged: Episode 2'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-3870150759681665716</id><published>2008-09-20T03:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:25:24.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grunge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><title type='text'>Makan2 bersama Amrel Nurman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;" class="postbody"&gt;its already 12.30 pm and i am so lazy of working. its Friday btw. you know why people are very lazy on this day. when the engineers rushed to Friday prayer, i went to KLCC to submit my leave application form for this coming Raye. Raye is just around the corner..yahooo!! since my headache was killing me, i went to LRT station and took a train to Gombak. yes, im going home.  he3.. and Pra was being so convincing to me to excape the work.tq. hu3..since i reached home early, i surfed internet and open&lt;a href="http://www.kembarautp.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=10&amp;amp;t=121&amp;amp;start=40"&gt; Forum KEMBARA UTP website&lt;/a&gt; to know any update on the club. and there it is. berbuka puasa bersama Amrel Nurman? he's back. he's back from Saudi Arabia i guessed and heading to Paris? what a tiring job he's doing rite now..ishk..Chaiyok Arel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;yellow2~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" src="http://www.kembarautp.com/forum/images/smilies/icon_twisted.gif" alt=":twisted:" title="Twisted Evil" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;latest itinerary niee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;kawan2 dr KL - kte gathered kat Alamanda putrajaya, as soon as korg available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;so kte buke simple2 je dulu (korek idung bak kate jijo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" src="http://www.kembarautp.com/forum/images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":mrgreen:" title="Mr. Green" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; ) sementara menunggu rakan2 dr UTP sampai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;meanwhile kte leh la buang tebiat seperti karok(theme nasyid-atau-lagu-raya hukhuk!)/bowling/shopping etc etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" src="http://www.kembarautp.com/forum/images/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="8-)" title="Cool" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;as soon as kawan2 dr UTP smpai alamanda,(0r wherever korg nak kumpul-jumpe kat bangi terus pon boleyh)..kte ramai2 g dinner di restoran seafood yang berjudul Village View. aku tak wat booking..huhu, harap2 ok jerr~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;sebarang kemusykilan, angkat talipon, call aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;klu kedekut taik idung masin credit seciput,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" src="http://www.kembarautp.com/forum/images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":mrgreen:" title="Mr. Green" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; sms aku..nnt aku call blk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" src="http://www.kembarautp.com/forum/images/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="8-)" title="Cool" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;azdi,kema,prathom,dien,matyo -korg tade alasan dah aaa tanak dtg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" src="http://www.kembarautp.com/forum/images/smilies/icon_evil.gif" alt=":evil:" title="Evil or Very Mad" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" src="http://www.kembarautp.com/forum/images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":mrgreen:" title="Mr. Green" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;jumpe esok yaaa!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" src="http://www.kembarautp.com/forum/images/smilies/icon_exclaim.gif" alt=":!:" title="Exclamation" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-19th Sept, 3.12 am, posted by Arel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="postbody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa..that was the post looks like. and i was very convinced of joining them. in the meanwhile, Pra alrady offered to drive me there. tq again. it has been a while im not hanging out with KEMBARIANS. i guessed since last semester. and it such a pretty good chance for me to get to know our new members and committee of the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it goes. we went to Alamanda Putrajaya as planned. thank you to Pijol for being so nice bought us McD. sundea is my fav as always. then, we waited for UTPians to be there for almost 3 hours. OMG. im starving. and thank God, they reached there at 10.30 pm. and we went to Village View to have our dinner. There, everyone were very excited, chating to each other. me? as always, be observer. hu3. how happy they are i can see. and i felt it too. the juniors and seniors were mingle like there were no seniority or juniority. everyone respect each other like a family. this is what make this club so special. .&lt;br /&gt;then we went to Putrajaya bridge. very beautiful. for the first time i went there to feel the beautiful of Putrajaya...what a wonderful memories.&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; here is one of the feedback about the gathering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Bukak Puasa Terbaik.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Thanks to Arel.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Thanks to Pejol, yang belanja alas perut sikit sementara menunggu kedatangan sume org.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Thank to all kembarians yg turun dr UTP.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;best gile kot meja panjang gile.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;lepak kat jambatan, bajet macam kat campsite siap leh men kad....- Uruk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all for giving me this chance. &lt;span class="postbody"&gt;im glad to have u all as my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-3870150759681665716?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/3870150759681665716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=3870150759681665716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/3870150759681665716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/3870150759681665716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/09/mkn2-bersama-arel-nurman.html' title='Makan2 bersama Amrel Nurman'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-5063242017602942349</id><published>2008-09-19T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T04:13:16.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic'/><title type='text'>Pohon Maaf</title><content type='html'>I don't know if this incident ever happened to you guys or not. But it happened to me this morning. Maybe there are lots of incidents happened in the train, but this one is really meant something to me. You can judge or say anything about my post. But i would like to share this feeling with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i went to LRT station since this is the best option for me to reach my workstation. It's not like yesterday, there are so many people at the station. So i need to queue for a quit long time. I take it as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dugaan bulan puasa&lt;/span&gt;. I know Allah always test His slave. Suddenly, i heard something that really caught my attention. i tried to find where is the sound came from. Few seconds after that, the next train arrived. Luckily, i managed to get in the train. Alhamdulillah. And guess what? The sound that i heard before is came from a girl. She's wearing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju kurung&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt;. I can say that she's an ordinary person. Not really pretty but she's not ugly. Cute but not baby face. Average. She's reciting the Al-Quran. She stands just next to me. i taught she's going to end her recitation when she got in but she kept continue it even they're lots of people pushing to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Insaf&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, she recited the Al-Quran all the way, page by page. It really put something on me. She reminds me on the cassettes  that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surau&lt;/span&gt; in my neighborhood played it during Ramadhan and also during &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subuh&lt;/span&gt;. Listen to her recitation, made me calm. Soft and nice. I still remember what my Ustadz told me back to my high school. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you can make people touched only by reciting the Al-Quran, u couldn't imagine how much the rewards that you will get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;. She also reminds me on my mistakes. Like a meditation for me. All things that I've done suddenly came out of my mind. On this opportunity, I would like to apologize to those who know me, to you who's reading right now, to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAMU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; sorry for giving you the hard time all this while, and to everyone that i ever spoke to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What else should I be&lt;br /&gt;All apologies&lt;br /&gt;What else could I say&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is gay&lt;br /&gt;What else could I write&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the right&lt;br /&gt;What else should I be&lt;br /&gt;All apologies - NIRVANA&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/2736667941995361572-5063242017602942349?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/5063242017602942349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=5063242017602942349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/5063242017602942349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/5063242017602942349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/09/pohon-maaf.html' title='Pohon Maaf'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-2519560575269273625</id><published>2008-09-14T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T06:10:51.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic'/><title type='text'>Ibu - Mama - Mummy - Mak - Ummi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="SV" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Previously, im not interested of reading the forward msg or email even from my friends. But i dont know how, i got this strong heart feeling about this email. and my heart proved it was right. This email almost made me cried and im really touched. as i mention before, when u read something and made u stop and think, u want to share it with people dat u care about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="SV" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Orang kata aku lahir dari perut ibu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila dahaga, yang susukan aku.. ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila lapar, yang suapkan aku...ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila keseorangan, yang sentiasa di sampingku.. ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Kata ibu, perkataan pertama yang aku sebut.. Ma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila bangun tidur, aku cari.. ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila nangis, orang pertama yang datang ..ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila nak bermanja.. aku dekati ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila nak bergesel… aku duduk sebelah ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila sedih, yang boleh memujukku hanya ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila nakal, yang memarahi aku …ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila merajuk… yang memujukku cuma..ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila melakukan kesalahan… yang paling cepat marah..ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila takut… yang tenangkan aku.. ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila nak peluk… yang aku suka peluk..ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Aku selalu teringatkan ..Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila sedih, aku mesti talipon… Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila seronok… orang pertama aku nak beritahu…Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila bengang.. aku suka luah pada ..Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila takut, aku selalu panggil.. "ibuuuuuuuuuuuuu! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila sakit, orang paling risau adalah ..Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila nak exam, orang paling sibuk juga Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila buat hal, yang marah aku dulu..Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila ada masalah, yang paling risau.. Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Yang masih peluk dan cium aku sampai hari ni.. Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Yang selalu masak makanan kegemaranku. . Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Yang selalu simpan dan kemaskan barang-barang aku, Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Yang selalu berleter kat aku.. Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Yang selalu puji aku.. Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Yang selalu nasihat aku.. Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila nak kahwin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Orang pertama aku tunjuk dan rujuk… Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Aku ada pasangan hidup sendiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila seronok… aku cari pasanganku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila sedih… aku cari Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila berjaya… aku ceritakan pada pasanganku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila gagal… aku ceritakan pada Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila bahagia, aku peluk erat pasanganku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila berduka, aku peluk erat Ibuku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila nak bercuti… aku bawa pasanganku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila sibuk… aku hantar anak ke rumah Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila sambut valentine.. Aku hadiahi bunga pada pasanganku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila sambut hari ibu…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; aku cuma dapat ucapkan Selamat Hari Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Selalu ….. aku ingat pasanganku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Selalu… Ibu ingat kat aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Bila..bila… aku akan talipon pasanganku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Entah bila.. …aku nak talipon Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Selalu …aku belikan hadiah untuk pasanganku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Entah bila... aku nak belikan hadiah untuk Ibuku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Renungkan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; "Kalau kamu sudah habis belajar dan berkerja... bolehkah kamu kirim wang untuk Ibu? Ibu bukan nak banyak... lima puluh ringgit sebulan pun cukuplah". Berderai air mata aku. Hari ini kalau Ibu mahu lima ratus sebulan pun aku mampu. Aku boleh kirimkan. Tapi Ibu sudah tiada.Aku tidak berkesempatan lagi.. bukan lima puluh ringgit.. lima puluh sen pun tidak sempat aku kirimkan! Hanya yang termampu ku kirimkan adalah doa dan amalan baik di dunia yang fana ini...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe after this i will read all the forward msg from u guys.. lots of things we should share rite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s: sesungguh nye, syurga itu terletak di bawah telapak kaki ibu.. lots of LOVE from me to all ibu out there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2736667941995361572-2519560575269273625?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/2519560575269273625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=2519560575269273625&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/2519560575269273625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/2519560575269273625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/09/ibu-mama-mummy-mak-ummi.html' title='Ibu - Mama - Mummy - Mak - Ummi'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-88514102746640051</id><published>2008-09-13T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T00:42:09.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><title type='text'>Arti Sahabat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes in life, you find a special friend;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone who changes your life just by being part of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just waiting for you to open it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak mudah untuk kita hadapi&lt;br /&gt;Perbedaan yang berarti&lt;br /&gt;Tak mudah untuk kita lewati&lt;br /&gt;Rintangan silih berganti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau masih berdiri&lt;br /&gt;Kita masih di sini&lt;br /&gt;Tunjukkan pada dunia&lt;br /&gt;Arti sahabat&lt;br /&gt;Kau teman sehati&lt;br /&gt;Kita teman sejati&lt;br /&gt;Hadapilah dunia&lt;br /&gt;Genggam tanganku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak mudah untuk kita sadari&lt;br /&gt;Saling mendengarkan hati&lt;br /&gt;Tak mudah untuk kita pahami&lt;br /&gt;Berbagi rasa di hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah...&lt;br /&gt;Tempatku membagi kisahku&lt;br /&gt;Kau sempurna...&lt;br /&gt;Jadi bagian hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Apapun kekuranganmu wooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s: a song for sahabat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-88514102746640051?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/88514102746640051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=88514102746640051&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/88514102746640051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/88514102746640051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/09/arti-sahabat.html' title='Arti Sahabat'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-8536576542250960001</id><published>2008-09-10T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:56:49.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><title type='text'>Puase</title><content type='html'>wahh!! its been a while i didn't post anything on my blog.. Ha3..i guess its not too late to wish u all Happy Eid Ramadhan.. Semoga Ramadan kali ni lebih bermakna dr tahun2 lepas yer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those yg first time celebrate Ramdhan kt overseas tu.. Epul and Mizah, i wish both of you good luck okey..hu3..i bet u guys will be missed bazar at utp rite? and for me, this Ramadhan is not as same as previous years.. if last year pergi bazar dkt UTP, this year pegi bazar dkt gombak..ha3.. but if last year pegi bazar dgn kwn2, this year i went there with my sister, if last year balik umah bukak puase dgn mama and abah, this year balik umah after keje bukak pose dgn kakak jer.. :( why? because they went to Mecca for Umrah.. Alhamdulillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the moment..its only me my brother and my sis at home. on the first day without parents kt rumah, we are so rajin for cooking. ayam masak kicap pon jd best. next day, tom yam, ikan masak 3 rasa...wahh..sume pon best..sbb bli kt kedai. kitorg just masak nasi!hu3. and come to the fifth day..no mood to sahur at all because we were suffering of diarrhea..so for this sahur, we just eat 1 set of sandwish with peanut butter and watermellon... sob sob sob..for berbuka..we just buy whatever we want to eat. only one meal and 2 types of kuih. thats it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time rse fully housewife. laundry, house cleaning, cooking, and buy the groceries? hu3..it is a wonderful experience. but PUASE is not an excuse to excape wahatever we supposed to do. i would like to take this opportunity to thank all housewifes in the world for doing a great job..and i admire them all.. I LUV U ALL MAMAs!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-8536576542250960001?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/8536576542250960001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=8536576542250960001&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/8536576542250960001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/8536576542250960001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/09/puase.html' title='Puase'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-2511473475000985991</id><published>2008-09-06T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:03:18.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic'/><title type='text'>HOT.CHAT!!</title><content type='html'>im listening to the radio dis morning on the way to office..as usual, slot panggilan hangit at HOT.fm will make me laugh and cheerish my day.. :) ..FBI and fafau mmg giler..ha3.. and since jln jamm and stuck in the traffic, dpt la jugak dgr hot chat arini..'Pengorbanan anda terhadap cinta'..wahhh..jiwang btul..but fafau made this topic more emotional when she tell a story about a blind girl..and what a coincident, i got the email about this story. Sometimes, you read something and it makes you stop and think.... and then you want to share it with every one you care about...and yes, i would like to share it with you all out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, excep her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including hey boyfriend. her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, will you marry me?" The girl was shocked when she saw her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"JUST TAKE CARE OF MY EYES PLEASE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This is how humans change when their satus changes. Only few remember what life was before, and who has always been there in the most painful situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we always remember where we came from....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-2511473475000985991?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/2511473475000985991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=2511473475000985991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/2511473475000985991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/2511473475000985991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/09/hotchat.html' title='HOT.CHAT!!'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-121341383229769247</id><published>2008-08-19T05:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:07:51.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic'/><title type='text'>Panas yg Hensem!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i went to Ramunia for yard visit last three days. it was 7 hours journey but fully occupied with ceramah agama..which means, good rite? hu3. the bus driver keep playing the Ust.Akhil Hye's forum or sumthing like ceramah along the journey. honestly, it was fun. it made me laughed through out the journey until we arrived at Bandar Penawar.he3..what a surprise, i never thought that the bus station is located in a neighbourhood..hu3..but Alhamdulillah, we arrived safely. but then, we've been told that the ticket going back to KL was sold out. okey, that moment i just thinking that, yes, boley ponteng kerja for the next day~ ha3..but then, my fren solved the problem.and bla bla bla..forget about it. lets talk about the visit. he3. for a very first time, i really want to be an engineer. yes i am..and guys, do pray for me okey.. Enjoy the pic!! hu3 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SLuVzGsefHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3sXK6raKxuE/s1600-h/P8120135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SLuVzGsefHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3sXK6raKxuE/s320/P8120135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240947296578731122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;topside&lt;/div&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/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SLuVzd40CnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3kmO98goYRY/s1600-h/P8120161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SLuVzd40CnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3kmO98goYRY/s320/P8120161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240947302804490866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at top of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SLuVzscKkjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nAgpmaqVAAI/s1600-h/P8130189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SLuVzscKkjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nAgpmaqVAAI/s320/P8130189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240947306710864434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on top of jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SLuVz6yJ7vI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wU4T8ErJs4Y/s1600-h/P8130213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SLuVz6yJ7vI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wU4T8ErJs4Y/s320/P8130213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240947310561193714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the group&lt;br /&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/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SLuV0HP94GI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MIsQmTNgPAo/s1600-h/P8130290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SLuV0HP94GI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MIsQmTNgPAo/s320/P8130290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240947313907458146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the ramunia&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/2736667941995361572-121341383229769247?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/121341383229769247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=121341383229769247&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/121341383229769247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/121341383229769247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/08/panas-yg-hensem.html' title='Panas yg Hensem!!'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SLuVzGsefHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3sXK6raKxuE/s72-c/P8120135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-928464716969889610</id><published>2008-08-16T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:21:05.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><title type='text'>It's Good to be True</title><content type='html'>All well known that we are going to celebrate our 51st Independence Day this coming 31st August. But, these past few days and weeks, our newspaper are very busy with political issue, oil price, kidnaps, ah-long, artists divorce, Indonesian, races and etc. These issues is enough to make people crazy to think and live in Malaysia which is labeled as harmony country and all that. Why do people keep arguing each other and keep blaming about an issue that can be solve with a good way. Why do people need to organize the demostration and all that? Honestly, sometimes i felt afraid to go out to shopping mall because of these things. i used to take a cab to go home from LRT station but its cannt be anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that can make Malaysian people to be proud and release is Lee Chong Wei, our badminton player. He's gonna be our 1st medalist tonight and everyone put so much hope on him to win the 1st gold medal during this Olympic 2008. His achievement at least can gives a hope of nation alive and make Malaysian at least to put a side the messy things and celebrate his achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lee Chong Wei, good luck and all the best. may force be with you. This post might be quit differ to the previous one. it might be sound pretty serious and diplomatics for me. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inilah suara hati.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-928464716969889610?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/928464716969889610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=928464716969889610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/928464716969889610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/928464716969889610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-good-to-be-true.html' title='It&apos;s Good to be True'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-8313920735845107180</id><published>2008-08-09T04:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T06:44:35.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grunge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy metal'/><title type='text'>Paintball = Pain-ball</title><content type='html'>i just transferred the pictures from memory card of my digicam to PC. Looking back on the photos, it reminds me to share about my paintball challenge organized by RNZ, celebrating their 15th years anniversary last week at Bukit Jalil Paintball Park. Actually it was my first time hang out with my DSK members.. so i bring my friends from line to accompany me besides, my team lack of girls member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SK673QOQe8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/K2QWd5lkCuE/s1600-h/P8010141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SK673QOQe8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/K2QWd5lkCuE/s400/P8010141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237329974600432578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siap sedia utk berperang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SK673yS6wEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PAEwMPKeaOA/s1600-h/P8020148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SK673yS6wEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PAEwMPKeaOA/s400/P8020148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237329983746785346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;position sudah diambil....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SK674J_yPjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VoTM5qPjFrk/s1600-h/P8010133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SK674J_yPjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VoTM5qPjFrk/s400/P8010133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237329990108986930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SERANNNGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SK674U3aMyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cxOPUJ5TYL8/s1600-h/P8020157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SK674U3aMyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cxOPUJ5TYL8/s400/P8020157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237329993026646818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;x kotor pon kan..he3..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SK6744-tXrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_9nRx6XBrtk/s1600-h/P8020162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SK6744-tXrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_9nRx6XBrtk/s400/P8020162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237330002720939698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;piece from Mr.Hafiz, Mr.Norizan and Mr.Nizam&lt;/span&gt; (^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was fun but very hot day so that my friends and i drive home earlier before my team make it to the semifinal. and Alhamdulillah, they won for 2nd runner up. Congrats guys!!! but, most of them got injured during the game. Too bad~ hu3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: thanks Wak-Lu A and B, for the cashed money..we spent it for pizza~ =P&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/2736667941995361572-8313920735845107180?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/8313920735845107180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=8313920735845107180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/8313920735845107180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/8313920735845107180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/08/hurm-minggu-lepas.html' title='Paintball = Pain-ball'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SK673QOQe8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/K2QWd5lkCuE/s72-c/P8010141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-2147061864177253973</id><published>2008-08-08T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T04:57:49.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dynamics'/><title type='text'>08-08-08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SJ2BDJXwCyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mt3UfeSmE3Y/s1600-h/P8080164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SJ2BDJXwCyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mt3UfeSmE3Y/s200/P8080164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232480233129511714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true certain date gives certain meaning in our life?  people said that 08-08-08 is very 'ong' number. Feng-shui believes in this. and i believe there are many people out there take this opportunity to celebrate their weddings, farewell, honeymoon or maybe did something awful for memoir of their lives. i listen to the radio this morning otw to my office and, how lucky this girl because she's going to celebrate her 20th birthday today.. meaning, her birthday is on 08-08-88. what a beautiful number!! but for me, what i know today is the launch of Olympic in Beijing and thats all. nothing interesting happens today accept one thing.. macob is here! OMG, it's been a while we didn't meet each other and yes, this gathering is full of emotional, exciting and sadness. we talk and talk like we'll never meet again..and the short meeting really gives a relief for us to catch up and share our trainee's life. and not to forget, kenny and imah also were there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad part, today is my last day to have Mrs. Sri Wangi as my supervisor. she's going to resign from PETRONAS and accept other offer which is more advantageous for her..and i do agree with her choice. being with her for this 2 months is a very enjoyable period. she taught me a lot and be such a good friend to me. .but i do accept, setiap pertemuan pasti ade PERPISAHAN.. no matter how much we like sumbody, love sumbody, one day we must let them go..inilah hidup. Kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-2147061864177253973?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/2147061864177253973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=2147061864177253973&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/2147061864177253973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/2147061864177253973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/08/08-08-08.html' title='08-08-08'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SJ2BDJXwCyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mt3UfeSmE3Y/s72-c/P8080164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-8901969234969926018</id><published>2008-07-14T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:46:43.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dynamics'/><title type='text'>Taste of Cherry?</title><content type='html'>Everyday checking on CIMB clicks finally worth it. Nothing can describe your feelings when you saw the number is changed with add up of rm500  of your savings. Alhamdulillah, thanks to PCSB for the tips. hu3. But this amount is just for a temperory..it only last for couple of days..ha3. giler sakilah. such a big spender i am. he3. but i spent it for good. and shahir, wanna know about  Cherry rite? he3..here she is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SJyAXhfZ1dI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8cwtEDV7YPE/s1600-h/ceri.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SJyAXhfZ1dI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8cwtEDV7YPE/s200/ceri.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232198008713106898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haaa..this is my Cherry..my baby. Owh gosh!! She's so damn cute rite? At first, I'm the only one who take care of her..feed her, clean the cage, and all that..but now, everyone in my family do take care of her..thanx guys..really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;Cherry is a very emotional girl. If one day u didnt play with her, she will keep distance from you. how special she is. no word can describe how precious she is. i LOVE her. this is my first time having a pet by my own self.previously, we got a cat..but it has been a while.. and i cant remember how old am i at that time. being the first timer is not that hard if you really wanna try something new. as long as you keep learning and willing to ask experienced people, you can survive Insyaallah. i learned a lot. and i do keep learning until now about her species. pray for my happiness with her..lots to tell you guys but limited of time. catch ya later~&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/2736667941995361572-8901969234969926018?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/8901969234969926018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=8901969234969926018&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/8901969234969926018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/8901969234969926018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/07/taste-of-cherry.html' title='Taste of Cherry?'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SJyAXhfZ1dI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8cwtEDV7YPE/s72-c/ceri.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-1324704208426365228</id><published>2008-07-12T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:47:33.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grunge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dynamics'/><title type='text'>Be Healthy!! =)</title><content type='html'>OMG, its been a while i didn't post anything on my blog. first is because there's nothing interesting I can share about for last few weeks, secondly, I'm so lazy to turn on my lappy during weekends, third, I'm so addicted to sleep and forth, I'm very into my Cherry -feeding her, cleaning her cage, talk to her and everything is about her. He3. Being at home for a month is enough to gain ur weight, get double chin, pimples, and one for most, sleep at 8.00pm.ha3. so, when i read uruk's status at ym, i definitely get excited. it has been 2 long I'm not playing futsal or tennis bcz its hard to gather people and get a free court for tennis..at least a cheap one.he3. so i joined them playing futsal last night and guess what..they choose Bangi which is out of my mind!!! jauh tuhhhhhhhhhh..who are them? (pra, bawan, nik, kema, eni, jijo, uruk, gedo, nani, king, md no, and kwn pra)..hurmm...but, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;thanks to uruk&lt;/span&gt; cz organized this futsal..i really enjoyed it.. :-) First 10 minutes, I can run from one goal post to another goal post. i am overzealous. excited until i get tired. really tired. i can feel there's pain everywhere. every joint on my body. OMG, it shows that I have to do something with it. I used to run around the football field for 4 times but now only 10 minutes on game? no no no...ha3. terlebih sudah. overall, futsal sgt best. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thanks to pra&lt;/span&gt; cz take me home with ur new wife =) bersukan sgt bgs utk kesihatan. i wake 'early' in da morning with joint pain and urat saraf....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-1324704208426365228?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/1324704208426365228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=1324704208426365228&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/1324704208426365228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/1324704208426365228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/07/be-healthy.html' title='Be Healthy!! =)'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-6008983694166021713</id><published>2008-06-23T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T09:00:32.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy metal'/><title type='text'>Jangan Jadi Ayam</title><content type='html'>As usual, i wake up early in the morning. take a train. and ready to work... hurm, im quite happy today cz im gonna to meet my supervisor at klcc for the very first time since my internship already started like 3 weeks ago. im happy bcz finally i can submit my confirmation placement form to utp  (that actually have to submit  it within one week of placement) ha3. you know me. last minute person. so, here it goes. i met her and i found out that she's quite friendly and very soft spoken. and yes, she's Indonesian. my first task: she ask me to bring a file that weight like tonne i guess to our work station. so today i took a bus from KLCC to GE with the FILE and my books and my handbag and myself. OMG, u can imagine how messy i am with baju kurung di tegah, tenha, tegnah, warghhh how to spell tengah? okey.. tengah hari...plus, i have to stand all the way to the GE with a crowd of people, with the smell,  with TRAFFIC JAM. very nice timing. OMG, how LUCKY i am...then, there i am. in front of GE tower. but...at different side of it. i have to cross the super duper hectic road. what can i say, i am the luckiest person in the world today. no one is there to guide me to cross the street. imah and awin, u know how i hate to cross the street rite? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dgn ketabahan dan kesungguhan, mimpi pasti jadi kenyataan&lt;/span&gt;. thats it. i cross the street with full of confidence. look at the right, look at the left, look at the right again, and i cross the street. i stop at the middle of it since there still have cars came from the opposite direction. and then, there are lovely drivers stop their cars and give me a chance to cross the street.....thank you..and...this is what actually happened. i dont know where it comes from but suddenly there is a motorcycle come from that direction. motor menyelinap di celah2 kereta? OMG, i almost accident? cant believe it.. at that moment, i just think that jgn jadi ayam!! the motorcycle actually touched me. and he almost felt down.. thank GOD. no accident. i can see people are staring at me from the other side. mama, lps ni xmo lintas jln dah~ Alhamdulillah. saya selamat. i didnt look at back after crossed the road. just walk in to the mall and hope everything is gonna be okey, eventhough there are still butterfly in my stomach... Hope tomorrow will be better than today. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-6008983694166021713?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/6008983694166021713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=6008983694166021713&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/6008983694166021713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/6008983694166021713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/06/jangan-jadi-ayam.html' title='Jangan Jadi Ayam'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-7432583599982688638</id><published>2008-06-21T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:44:04.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><title type='text'>Wait For Nothing</title><content type='html'>it almost 3 hours I'm sitting i front of my lappy. always alert with my phone. just have instinct it might be ringing. or it might be receive a msg. or it might be out of battery. or it might be nothing. i dont know. i wait for nothing. it is just a not-doing-anything weekend. and my mouse always click on friendster web page. here i look for updates. my friend's update. I'm very impressed with my friend's achievements. some of them will be a successful engineer. some of them will be our future docs. some of them studied abroad. playing with snows. they all become a successful  persons in anytime from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SFz34asoQ8I/AAAAAAAAADA/Xet62Pld-kE/s1600-h/sad+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SFz34asoQ8I/AAAAAAAAADA/Xet62Pld-kE/s320/sad+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214315017199436738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At this moment i realized everyone already make their on path. eventhough we used to be classmates, study our same add-maths and biology test books, eat at the same dining hall, live in the same hostel, but we already choose our different path. this is life. a life that full of consequences. wahh, my winamp plays a right song at the right time. "kenagan terindah". the melody match the soul. lalalala. if i can fly to the past. i want all the memories will be recorded in a tape. so that i always can play it. so that it wouldn't fade away...hurm~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-7432583599982688638?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/7432583599982688638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=7432583599982688638&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/7432583599982688638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/7432583599982688638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/06/wait-for-nothing.html' title='Wait For Nothing'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SFz34asoQ8I/AAAAAAAAADA/Xet62Pld-kE/s72-c/sad+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-4398820867115544636</id><published>2008-06-18T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:44:04.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grunge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dynamics'/><title type='text'>After 10 Years. Still My Friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SFkWhtmTzhI/AAAAAAAAACw/4cUrmoLO8Zs/s1600-h/72431499-friendsCartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SFkWhtmTzhI/AAAAAAAAACw/4cUrmoLO8Zs/s320/72431499-friendsCartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213222812089830930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How he looks like? Do he still recognize me? What should i talk to him? Should i start the conversation first? Let me tell you a story that change my destiny. destiny? ha3. No la.. change my plan. he3. What is your reaction when someone call you and said that he want to meet you but.. it has been 10 years ago you don't see him. Jeng3. What is your expectation when you go to see him? What if he thinks that you are a boring person? What if he thinks that you've changed? What if he still expect the OLD you? Wondering...hu3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never think that a joke becomes real. This is how the story. Today is my second day at Great Eastern Mall. Been attached to the project there. So, my training will be there for this 8 months onwards. Babes, lepak2 kat Great Eastern Mall la plak..hu3. Our lunch hour is at 1.00pm. As usual, I'll be texting my friend from RNZ to wait for me for lunch at 11.30. Suddenly, my phone was ringing 25 minutes later. And thats it. Unexpected one. What a surprise? Two words can describe my feelings. Excited and nervous. OMG, he's OTW. ha3. But I am who I am. Not really care what people think. Just be the real me. he3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our lunch at my place, bcz i only have one hour- to eat, to chat, to be nervous, to gossip, to toilet, and to meet him. ha3. We never stop chatting while eating. Lie. We are very friendly. True. Hu3.  During our conversation, i realize the butterfly is gone. I dont feel nervous anymore. He still the same. Nothing to be nervous pon. We talk and talk like there is no tomorrow. Eventhough 1 hour cannot cover 10 years stories, but at least we update each other. I am happy to see him actually. I appreciate our friendship. Thanks to You. How much friend means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this from one site. If they are scared of you when you need help, sorry, that's not friendship. If their attitude is "for better or worse," if they stick by you through thick and thin, that's when you can tell it's friendship. I do have some friends, but not as many as I thought. A friend will  tell you when he or she thinks you're full of shit, but always casts it that way, never as a statement of fact. Hurm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 years, he still my friend. Glad to see you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-4398820867115544636?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/4398820867115544636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=4398820867115544636&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4398820867115544636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4398820867115544636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-10-years-still-my-friend.html' title='After 10 Years. Still My Friend.'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SFkWhtmTzhI/AAAAAAAAACw/4cUrmoLO8Zs/s72-c/72431499-friendsCartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-3588198369046752312</id><published>2008-06-14T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:44:04.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grunge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dynamics'/><title type='text'>The Good Old Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has been 2 weeks I work as a trainee in PCSB, klcc. What a release when it comes to weekend - no need to wake up at 6.00, no need to queue for train, no need to stand up in the train for almost half an hour, and one for most, i can sleep as long as i want. he3 =)&lt;br /&gt;But i cannot run away from one thing. I need to study. But its ok. Ive given a task and that task has to be done with passion. Believe me? Dont. he3. I learned to think positively these days. It makes me feel better I guess. The way we think is the decision for the next step. But making decisions is not my expertize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget about it. Hurm, I just finished watch the video clips of Euphonious. Seems like my post are too wordy, so here i upload some pictures of it during our jamming session and also during the final. Thank God. We manage to the final but only got consolation prize. He3. Its not about win or lose but the journey to the end of it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; of the best thing that happened  in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SFj4dJkHgQI/AAAAAAAAACY/RDwU40X3ETM/s1600-h/DSC02544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SFj4dJkHgQI/AAAAAAAAACY/RDwU40X3ETM/s320/DSC02544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213189748348649730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I never expect that I'll be one of this band. I never dreams that I'll be one of this finalist. But thats it. Alhamdulillah. People always planned but the best planner is up-there. We never know what is going to be next. How i miss the good old days. Old? Not that old. hu3.I miss the time when we go for jamming, escape the class, live like a fox, cari kereta, sound check, mapley at 4.00a.m? This is how I gain my weight. Ha3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SFj4c6ksC6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/bTrqQUgp23o/s1600-h/DSC02534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SFj4c6ksC6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/bTrqQUgp23o/s320/DSC02534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213189744324512674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stand (l-r): steala,tius, majin, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ME,&lt;/span&gt; faliq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sit (l-r): sebest, lisa, gedo, pet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I really need to be on diet during this internship programme. But tell me how can i reduce my weight? The condition is like this. I live with my family- my home, my bed, my kitchen, my fridge, my food. Works in aircond environment, always got free food since my work station just next to meeting room, go and back home by train, and sleep at 12.00a.m. hu3. This is my new schedule as being a trainee. He3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SFj4dg2Rb3I/AAAAAAAAACg/IYgbnH2xYsM/s1600-h/DSC02604-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SFj4dg2Rb3I/AAAAAAAAACg/IYgbnH2xYsM/s320/DSC02604-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213189754598813554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Talk about old days, I want to share something that really make sense. Someone told me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't live in your past. Lets the past being a good teacher for your future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; How much you miss the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; past, you cannot change a thing of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SFj4eJBUq2I/AAAAAAAAACo/3HYQX3fYEo4/s1600-h/DSC02593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SFj4eJBUq2I/AAAAAAAAACo/3HYQX3fYEo4/s320/DSC02593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213189765382581090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but its okey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2736667941995361572-3588198369046752312?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/3588198369046752312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=3588198369046752312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/3588198369046752312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/3588198369046752312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-old-days.html' title='The Good Old Days'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SFj4dJkHgQI/AAAAAAAAACY/RDwU40X3ETM/s72-c/DSC02544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-2000357624333724305</id><published>2008-06-02T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T06:00:50.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dynamics'/><title type='text'>Mumble...</title><content type='html'>Being in the office on my first day is not that awkward. I still can find my course mates in my own department, got briefing which gather all of us (UTP trainees) and such an ice breaking which was a common thing that introduced our selves to the seniors (who are also the UTP students).&lt;br /&gt;But when you have to sit down and do your readings is a weird thing because it such like my study week back then in UTP...&lt;br /&gt;when you have to wake up early in the morning (6.30 am) is a weird thing since it has been awhile i didn't woke up this early.. the last time is in SEMASHUR I guess....&lt;br /&gt;you have to wait until 1pm for lunch is a weird thing since it has been awhile I didn't tied with this schedule...&lt;br /&gt;you have to dress up formally is a weird thing since I only wear jeans and slippers to my class...&lt;br /&gt;But what i can summarize here is, all my daily life has to change back to my old boarding school. SEMASHUR. At this moment, I wonder what my friends doing after about 6 months they fly to overseas. Syaque, Fana, Shahir, and Nab. Not to forget Epul and Mizah. Make sure you come here and visit me at KLCC when you guys came back to Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;Im writing this post during working hours in KLCC. NO SKIP. But doing 'research' in PETRONAS Resource Centre. (Boss, dont scold me!!). Ha3. Actually, i dont have any yet. Shes out for site visit or something...&lt;br /&gt;Opps, gtg. Later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-2000357624333724305?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/2000357624333724305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=2000357624333724305&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/2000357624333724305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/2000357624333724305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/06/mumble.html' title='Mumble...'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-4420380771626114416</id><published>2008-06-01T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:48:51.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dynamics'/><title type='text'>From Top To Toe!!</title><content type='html'>OMG, It was late. My hand quickly reached my hand phone and start to text Awin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Awin, dh bgn blum. Ak br bgn..so myb lmbt sket yek. Msg ak dlu b4 grak taw".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I got plan. Since my scholarship dh masuk, so I plan to go out with Awin. Why? Because we didn't go out for shopping since Bandung trip. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;That was last semester break daaa... &lt;/span&gt;) Itu sangat lama. Hu3. So, here we go. One Utama. Since there is the best mall for us to shop. Easy and worth it. Even though the beginning is not that fun, because we got the wrong way, stuck in traffic jam for half an hour, have to make a call for rescue, round the same round about for at least 4 times, but finally we reached there after 2 hours drive. ( &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;it actually takes 20 minutes from my home to OU.LOL.)&lt;/span&gt; Ha3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after stuck in the car for almost 2 hours, the very first place that we catch up is Shogun. Its not a place such a karaoke box or something but it is a food restaurant which serve up the sushi buffet, western, and etc. It worth it with RM 40++ to eat that kind of meals, but unfortunately our stomach cannot accommodate too much food. Ha3. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(Itu tipu..)&lt;/span&gt;. After one hour we spent our time there, we start the shopping thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wont believe it if i said that we shop from top to toe. We got sandals, we got pants, we got belt, we got dress. Ha3. it was fun when u spent your money. But at the end, when look at your purse and see only blue sheets, its not fun anymore. I broke. Ha3. Shopping is a fun thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for next month scholarship!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-4420380771626114416?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/4420380771626114416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=4420380771626114416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4420380771626114416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4420380771626114416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/06/from-top-to-toe.html' title='From Top To Toe!!'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-4190211532115802118</id><published>2008-05-28T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T07:24:38.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic'/><title type='text'>Being tag???</title><content type='html'>Actually, I don't have any idea of this 'tagging thingy'. Since I've been tagged by Epul, let see what I can do with this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Senaraikan 5 hadiah yang anda impikan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Porsche Cayman S&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White Beach House&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drum Set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfumes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 more wishes.... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Senaraikan alasan atas pilihan anda itu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I know I wont get ONE. Just can dreams about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I love nature but I can't build a house on top of mountains!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because it is a good way to release your tension through music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I love it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because 5 wishes never enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 impresi terhadap orang yang diminati:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really understand about this. is it my impression or, my dream-guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perkara yang paling hebat pernah dilakukannya untuk anda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since this tag is related to the above statement. i can't write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 ciptaan yang paling disukai(tdk semestinya melibatkan teknologi yang maju)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Human-beings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sugar Glider&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sushi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice-creams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apakah perkara yang paling dibenci?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hypocrites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back-stubborn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything that i don't like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 Orang yang yang mahu anda tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;YOU&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YOU&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YOU&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YOU&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YOU&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-4190211532115802118?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/4190211532115802118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=4190211532115802118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4190211532115802118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/4190211532115802118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/05/being-tag.html' title='Being tag???'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-7899587835761346322</id><published>2008-05-28T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:18:18.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic'/><title type='text'>Scholarship!!</title><content type='html'>It almost two weeks I struggling with my RM 100 to survive in UTP + home. Finally, the PETRONAS has being very generous to bank in our scholarship today. Thank you PETRONAS. You don't know how much I appreciate it. Hu3. I've been over budget this month since  I got lots of things in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, they bank in our last scholarship two weeks earlier (19 April).&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it looks like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt; every weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I bought something very valuable!!&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it's study + exam week.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, since&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; eat&lt;/span&gt; becomes priority.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;celebration&lt;/span&gt; is a MUST for every paper that I killed.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, going home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hu3.... Since there is no more classes, no more UTP-life for 8 months, what I'm gonna do for this month scholarship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPINGGGGGGGG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-7899587835761346322?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/7899587835761346322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=7899587835761346322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/7899587835761346322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/7899587835761346322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/05/scholarship.html' title='Scholarship!!'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-8132699150276162625</id><published>2008-05-25T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:44:05.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grunge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dynamics'/><title type='text'>Thank You So Much, Im Sorry, Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Thank you for your patience. You may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the hall now.” &lt;/span&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e Invigilator&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s how the end of this semester. The super duper hectic semester. The tiring one. Ups and downs. But lots of memories. Though, I didn’t feel anything. No exited-ness? Happy? Far from it. Usually, I’m the happiest person in the world when it comes to the very last-final-paper. But dis semester is different. When the invigilator announced to put down your pen, the very first thing that came out of my mind is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG, Im going for intern dh after dis.No way!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;..No more final paper for another 8 months!! Wow!! –still no sense. I’m supposed to be happy bcz the paper is not that tough. (But it doesn’t mean that I can answer it with flying colors. Just so-so. Hu3). So, I went to my room with no feelings. Just hoping that it would change when I met my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Oh, Imah and Lisa. Kte dh abes paper dh!!”&lt;/span&gt; shouting to them excitedly but it sounds freaky. The emotion and intonation didn’t match each other. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ishk, nape x rase ape2 ni? Tlg la!! Dh abes exam kottttt…I &lt;/span&gt;taught I’m the only one that feeling that way, but its not true. I share this feeling with my friends too. (Imah, Macob, Lisa…) hurm… hoping that it would change again when the night comes…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A-Night-With-Them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough it takes like 1 hour to gather all of us (me, lisa, nadia, imah, telok, pisem, hasrol a.k.a ayob, abu, shisha, gedo, majin, mok, and zali), but it really changed my mood for the day. We heading to McDonald’s since everybody were starving and didn’t take our dinner yet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kami adalah muka2 tegar McD. So jgn tanye kenape McD. Ha3. &lt;/span&gt;It looks like almost every week we’ll spend our time at McD to have sundae ice-creams. Nyummyyy~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SDqFWbf7e2I/AAAAAAAAABo/8oKqY5Pp0p0/s1600-h/DSC01165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SDqFWbf7e2I/AAAAAAAAABo/8oKqY5Pp0p0/s320/DSC01165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204618939765324642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lepaking,&lt;/span&gt; chatting, while eating was nice. It’s really fun when we started to talk heart to heart about our last2 moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Nnti bile dh kt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-style: italic;" st="on"&gt;Labuan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tu make sure sume pon pakai webcam”- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Nnti aku kt Kerteh nnti korg kene slalu visit aku taw!!”- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadia a.ka. Macob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Nnti kt Kerteh mane ade internet la Macob!!” – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Telok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Nnti kt JnJ aku sesorg dowh!”- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Aku nk kurus intern ni!!” – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Continue with photo shooting. Posing. And the very common thing -- Discuss what we’re going to do next. Again, it takes about 1 hour to decide where to go, what to do, who’s differ, who’s agree, who’s x kesah, mane2 pon boley. Aku okey jer.- u know who’s this guy...Ha3. Then, it was karok session since no one point out other ideas. Then, here it goes, three cars moving together heading to Shogun Batu Gajah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SDqFWrf7e3I/AAAAAAAAABw/EmVfgUuPOKc/s1600-h/DSC01221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SDqFWrf7e3I/AAAAAAAAABw/EmVfgUuPOKc/s320/DSC01221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204618944060291954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the way, I’ve a serious conversation with mok and zali talking about our internship.. rumah sewa.. and kerja? How much I felt like im too old to talk about these matters. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalau dlu, asyik dgr seniors jer ckp psl ni.. hu3&lt;/span&gt;. Then, we spent like 2 hours at Shogun. I can see how talented my friends singing Awie’s and Ella’s songs!! Mok, I luv &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; voice. Ha3. Nti duet lagi yer… Guess what? We select about 50 songs for that night… but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;unfortunately, &lt;/span&gt;we cant finished them all bcz the Shogun guy already give us warning &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by blinking the lamp! Crazy night…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, we heading to UTP. On the way, we fetch at Ameeth for the very last time before we go for internship. There, I met my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; KEMBARA&lt;/span&gt; friends. They just finished their meeting. How I really feel that I’m gonna miss them lots. We climb the mountains together, we spent our time at mapley together, we go for dinner together, and we have our futsal league together. It almost 3 years I know them and most of them are final year students. So, I’ll not see them after I coming back from internship. Gonna miss u guys…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, after eating and chatting about one hour, we decide to go back UTP. But, some of us came out with their crazy idea. They want to go to Lumut. They want to watch the sun rise. Ho ho ho. Very interesting idea but I cannot join them since I didn't  finished yet packing all my bags and things. So sad. But I really enjoy the moment we spent together. Here I wanna say thank you sooooo much to all my friends for cherish my days, thank you too all seniors who help me lots in my studies and to survive in UTP. I’m sorry for all my wrong deeds. Hope to see you all during &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; convocation day. I’ll come, Insyaallah since my sis also graduate as u r. That’s it. Good bye my friends. See you when I see you. Adios, amigos. Sayonara. Taaa~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When troubles come and my heart burdened be; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then, I am still and wait here in the silence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Until you come and sit awhile with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thank you.&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/2736667941995361572-8132699150276162625?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/8132699150276162625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=8132699150276162625&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/8132699150276162625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/8132699150276162625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you-so-much-im-sorry-goodbye.html' title='Thank You So Much, Im Sorry, Goodbye'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SDqFWbf7e2I/AAAAAAAAABo/8oKqY5Pp0p0/s72-c/DSC01165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-2384302915964445881</id><published>2008-05-20T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:44:05.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grunge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dynamics'/><title type='text'>100 bucks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Sikit-sikit lame2 jadi bukit”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Kalau jadi bukit, what can I do?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Boley jadi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kaye &lt;/span&gt;ke?” (whisper )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m pretty sure that every single of you have heard about this words. I used to have lots of piggybanks but not even one is full. I have this experience, when I broke my watermelon-piggybank just because to buy an ice-cream. So, from that day, I never use piggybank anymore to save my coins/money because it would be difficult whenever I want to buy something that I want. &lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Kenape x mintak je ngan mak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;à&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt; Skip that part..hu3. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And when I’m 12, my brother gives me a piggybank with a padlock for my achievement in UPSR. (I’ll never forget about it). Thank you bro. U r the best!!:D So, I guess this is good because I wont broke my piggybank anymore because it has padlock. And for your information, it almost 9 years but I still kept the piggybank with me. And it’s here. Right in front of me. He he he.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SDMmFKziGZI/AAAAAAAAABg/xmUT0R4HcrE/s1600-h/DSC00482.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/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SDMmFKziGZI/AAAAAAAAABg/xmUT0R4HcrE/s320/DSC00482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202543864784755090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Last semester, I got this inspiration from my roommate. She has lots of coins. And she inspired me to do so. Do I have to mention her name? Hu3. Okey la.. Her name is Nur Amnanie and people called her Nanie. Looking at her money, I become jealous and I came out with this idea. Whenever I have lunch or dinner, I won’t use my coins. I’ll save it in my piggybank so that I’ll see the outcome. And after about 10 months, TARAAAAAAAAAA…. My piggybank is full. I wonder how much is in it. Is it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt; bucks? Or &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bucks? Or more than that? I don’t know because I still waiting till the end of this semester to count it. Can’t wait. He3. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is an achievement for me because I never done it before. I’m excited, nervous, ambitious and waiting for the time to count it. So, for this time being, I’m wondering about what I am going to do with the money. I’m thinking to buy something valuable, memorable, and usable and have sentimental value. I want it to be something special that will remains in my memories. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here people, I need your suggestions and ideas. What should I buy with 100 bucks in my hand?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Handbag&lt;/span&gt;- I don’t think the money is enough for a handbag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wallet&lt;/span&gt; – I just got it for my birthday present.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dress/shirt&lt;/span&gt; – it will not remain forever. Common.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoes &lt;/span&gt;– Hurmm…boring. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Books? &lt;/span&gt;– interesting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What else??? What can we get with 100 bucks?? Think... and think… and think..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I realize, I always said that I don’t have money. But actually, when I’ve money, I don’t know how to use it. Most of my scholarship I spent for food. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;food &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;. I enjoy eating!!! Ha ha ha. So, help me out with this friends. I really appreciate it. Thanks. Adios. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Show me the money!! money!! money!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736667941995361572-2384302915964445881?l=sakilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/feeds/2384302915964445881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736667941995361572&amp;postID=2384302915964445881&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/2384302915964445881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736667941995361572/posts/default/2384302915964445881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakilah.blogspot.com/2008/05/100-bucks.html' title='100 bucks!!'/><author><name>Sakilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402954880943681370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SC9x3qziGVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zcnzuhvw5YQ/S220/Copy+of+DSCF6126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ4LPsTYxYE/SDMmFKziGZI/AAAAAAAAABg/xmUT0R4HcrE/s72-c/DSC00482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736667941995361572.post-4680383409742162976</id><published>2008-05-17T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:40:02.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dynamics'/><title type='text'>A New Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I move on from my not-really-user-friendly friendster blog to here. Hope it will be better than the previous one. It’s been awhile from my last entry… I guess I didn’t have ideas to write in this blog. Let see how it works..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here it goes. A new start of my writing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hi Readers, (if I have any),&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess this is my new start for blogging. Its already 6.10 early in the morning but I still can’t sleep. (Looking at my comfy bed. Soundless). It might be because of a glass of white coffee iced that I took like three hours ago..(mapley oh mapley). This is exam week and I supposed to study. Books on the table, notes like everywhere.. what a messy room u can imagine. I cannot read or study for my final exam at all. I think I’m too lazy, not in the mood and I’m not sleepy. zZzzZZzz. My attention is only to my black-shiny lappy~. So, I guess writing is the best way to spend my time with. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This semester means a lot to me. I’ve learnt lots of things, involve in several events and the best part when I met new friends. Start with Gamelan, and then Euphonious, 4-wheel drive, EDX, and UTP Tennis Open. All these events really left lots of memories in my diaries of life. Thanks to my parents and buddies who are always be by my side through up and down, thanks to my friends who teach me lots of things, thanks to all people around me... You made every seconds in my life very precious. Thank you very much. I can see how my life changed. I’m not a little girl anymore. I’ve to decide my own path, my own choice to lead my future. Too serious right? Hu hu hu. Just pretend to be an adult. Hu hu hu. I still luv ice creams. Don’t worry. I don’t know what I’m thinking right now but someone told me that, keep writing and you’ll feel better. So, this is a new start. I’ll keep writing and writing. I’ll come out with a new melody when I see you again. 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