<?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-4380358196898809421</id><updated>2012-01-15T06:51:04.104-08:00</updated><category term='interest'/><title type='text'>Hoping for the Blissful Shade</title><subtitle type='html'>Khaliq, jangan butakan pandangan akhirat kami dengan nikmat dunia. Sesungguhnya kami hambaMu yang sentiasa mengharapkan bimbingan dariMu dalam setiap langkah yang kami lalui.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>207</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-5419500137451237938</id><published>2012-01-15T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T06:51:04.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>adeh.</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant do anything now. I NEED to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in IPBA, Mdm Junainah used to say 'budak2 jiwa kacau'. I normally laugh at it. I pictured jiwa kacau to be such a funny thing. and now...I am &lt;em&gt;Jiwa Kacau&lt;/em&gt;. isk. mmg kacau sungguh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say your fate was set since ure in the womb and i totally believe in it. Jodoh, rezeki, ajal, kebahagiaan kite...every single thing is there. written. tapi, tak salah berusaha untuk membahagiakan diri sendri, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Allah tidak akan mengubah nasib sesuatu kaum, melainkan mereka berusaha mengubahnya'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line mesti suka yang neh : "andai ini jodoh aku, biar aku lawan untuk jodoh ini"...&lt;br /&gt;(well, aku rase mcm pelik...sape bleh tlg check balek ayat zahiril adzim yg sbnanye?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walau apepn, walau korang tak paham amende yg aku tules, aku pasti Allah akan faham. sbab aku tgh serabut. gnite. besok skolah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-5419500137451237938?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5419500137451237938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=5419500137451237938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5419500137451237938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5419500137451237938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2012/01/adeh.html' title='adeh.'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-4995514384349192491</id><published>2011-12-19T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T09:52:25.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ingin berkongsi cerita dan rasa namun takut kau fobia. hanya disinilah aku curahkan warna supaya dapat dihadam bila-bila bersedia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oit, guna streamyx ke online henpon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-4995514384349192491?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4995514384349192491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=4995514384349192491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4995514384349192491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4995514384349192491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-1160287705943762265</id><published>2011-12-19T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T09:47:47.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engkau yang berharga seperti tiada tempat di dunia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQU6EUxkc0w/Tu93NawrgjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/uUNTIA2HZog/s1600/old%2Bman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687895926797730354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQU6EUxkc0w/Tu93NawrgjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/uUNTIA2HZog/s320/old%2Bman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cerita apa yang dulu sering kau putarkan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cerita bagaimana yang kau dendangkan hingga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gamat ketawa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apakah dulu ada peluang terbang melihat tempat oran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seperti kami yang selalu berkunjung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;untuk melihat peradaban?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kamilah yang sering melihat peradaban di tempat orang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lantaran tiket untuk terbang yang tidak menipiskan wang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi kamilah yang terlupa untuk beradab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;berbanding kau yang tidak melihat dengan tubuh dan mata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi melihat dengan hati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hai si tua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waktu kita tidak sama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;namun zaman lampau milikmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;menjadikan kau sangat berharga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ada sesuatu yang aku ingin &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ketahui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari itu panas. Tapi di langit awan hitam tetap ingin berlumba dengan awan putih. Mahu lihat siapa yang memiliki langit Allah yang terbentang barangkali. Panas menyengat dengan bau rendang besar mengisyaratkan bahawa inilah masa yang sesuai buat perut untuk memulakan dendangan. Aku mengatur langkah laju ke tempat orang ramai beratur. Tua. Muda. biasalah tuh. semua ada. Hanya dua khemah didirikan. Pilihlah suka hatimu. Mau tunggu kosong satu meja buat kamu dan kerabatmu?silakan. Mahu masuk ke dalam makan bersila dengan jemputan? tiada bantahan. Mahu susup aja di mana-mana yang kosong? baik sungguh begitu. Barisan panjang. Aku rimas dengan suasana ramai. Kotor dan sesak. Aku cuma melihat keadaan sekeliling untuk memadamkan bosan di dahiku. Ada sekumpulan suri berpakaian serupa. Kainnya tidaklah gah mana. Coraknya juga tidak seberapa. Mereka juga bukan anak dara muda. Tapi....senyumnya...sampai telinga. Manis sungguh dengan kedut di muka. Hmm..aku pandang. Kerja sudahlah di tengah panas. Mesti keringat berjela-jela. Senyum lagi. aduh. apa yang suka sangat kerja sebegitu? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Belum pun pinggan di hulur, hati suri penceduk sudah kembang dengan suka bertemu sahabat yang dulu sama-sama menghalau burung tiak di sawah tok ayah. Sambil menceduk mulutnya becok, bertanya perihal sahabat yang kini jauh dimata. perihal suami sang sahabat yang sudah menyahut panggilanNya. giliran yang lain tiba. sambil mata menguntum senyum, minda kembali ke dekad lalu...waktu panas tidak berbahang begini.Waktu muda remaja, waktu bersuka-suka. Sahabat yang dulu sama ketawa kini hanya sekali sekala berjumpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Di bawah bumbung inilah panas bahang memasakkan daging-daging manusia di bawahnya. Menggaul semua bau keringat, warna kulit, senyum manisnya atau muka mencuka...menjadi suatu hidangan perpaduan yang empuk dan asyik sekali jika dihidangkan. Yang tua bersemayam di atas kerusi plastik murah, dihiasi mahkota yang semakin nipis memutih, berseri dengan garis wajah yang semakin dalam...sedalam pengalaman yang tiada ternilai. Duduklah si tua di situ. Yang muda satu persatu datang mencium tangan kematu, tangan hikmat membawa rahmat. tetaplah mereka di singgahsana itu, menerima tabik hormat atas azimat yang dicurah suatu masa dahulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini yang aku ingin kamu tahu. Di suatu majlis keramaian yang sulaman kasih sayangnya masih padu. Zaman ini kamu kurang mahu begitu. Sibuk sungguh dengan mainan tipu-tipu. Ipad segalanya canggih belaka. Namun hal ini aku mahu kamu peka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-1160287705943762265?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1160287705943762265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=1160287705943762265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1160287705943762265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1160287705943762265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2011/12/engkau-yang-berharga-seperti-tiada.html' title='Engkau yang berharga seperti tiada tempat di dunia'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQU6EUxkc0w/Tu93NawrgjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/uUNTIA2HZog/s72-c/old%2Bman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-409139019339222210</id><published>2011-08-28T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T09:39:54.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AKU</title><content type='html'>im finding it hard to spill things here because i dont want this blog to get too narcissistic or personal (i think it has been that way somehow or rather). hm. well. here's something that ive been looking for since Ada Apa Dengan Cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kalau sampai waktuku&lt;br /&gt;‘Ku mau tak seorang ‘kan merayu&lt;br /&gt;Tidak juga kau&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tak perlu sedu sedan itu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aku ini binatang jalang&lt;br /&gt;Dari kumpulannya terbuang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biar peluru menembus kulitku&lt;br /&gt;Aku tetap meradang menerjang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luka dan bisa kubawa berlari&lt;br /&gt;Berlari&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hingga hilang pedih peri&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan aku akan lebih tidak perduli&lt;br /&gt;Aku mau hidup seribu tahun lagi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chairl Anwar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slamat hari raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dalam mencari cinta, carilah Cinta yang sempurna, selayaknya hanya Dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-409139019339222210?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/409139019339222210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=409139019339222210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/409139019339222210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/409139019339222210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2011/08/aku.html' title='AKU'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-798901002939968860</id><published>2011-08-14T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T05:34:30.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IQRA'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imran kene denda sebab die patahkan mainan kuceng mama yg baru beli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;mama:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pilih satu antara due. im nak mama bawak jumpe dentist ke nk dtg bace iqra' ngan mama lepas maghrib selame seminggu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;imran&lt;/span&gt;: im nak bace iqra' lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;mama:&lt;/span&gt; okay. mule besok awak kene dtg kul 8, smayang maghrib ngan mama, pastuh bace iqra'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BESOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8.30mlm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si keding datang membawa beg iqra', amek air smayang, smayang maghrib, bace iqra'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARI NEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;imran dah tak datang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patut tak aku bawak die jumpe dentist???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-798901002939968860?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/798901002939968860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=798901002939968860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/798901002939968860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/798901002939968860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2011/08/iqra.html' title='IQRA&apos;'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-4697366035623732837</id><published>2011-08-07T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:08:28.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAMBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;setiap helaan nafas atas namaMu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setiap degup jantung aku rindu padaMu.&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/4380358196898809421-4697366035623732837?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4697366035623732837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=4697366035623732837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4697366035623732837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4697366035623732837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2011/08/hamba.html' title='HAMBA'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-3236881093710465932</id><published>2011-08-02T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T06:57:29.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Ramadhan tiba...Ramadhan tiba ~'</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum semua,&lt;br /&gt;Hari kedua puasa, aku dah mc. ntah pape ah tiku. kakmam kate aku taik penyakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati rase berbunga2 masuk Ramadhan. entah. perut nervous nk puase sbb perut minta diisi. Setiap hari sbnanye aku ade list yang aku tules. sume aku nk makan. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;honeystars,teh ais mamak, spaghetti secret recipe....just name it.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tapi bile berbuka je, air teh sket, air masak and kurma je aku jamah. biasela...bile lapar, jadi tamak.font neh apsal mcm merapu?bengong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;malas nk pk font. aku nk tules je. skill menulis blog dah berkarat, ade hati nk join bengkel menulis nstp. tapi mahal. ceh. napelah aku tak ingat nk simpan duet utk join bengkel penulisan. So, back to the topic, hatiku berbunga. sebab....ustaz fairuz kate, bulan puase dapat pahala kali seribu. uish. banyak. mane owang nk bagi mende ribu2 camtuh. so, jom2. bace quran. beribadahlah mane yg mampu. hayati puasa. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tiku taknak g bazar sbb kat bazar air die kaler2. mcm nk suh abang jual air tuh jual di tempat tertutup sbb tiku tak tahan tgk air cantik tuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moto bulan puase: BULAN PUASA BULAN MEMBACA. ecewah...cool tak? cool kan? kan?kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buku bulan ini:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Lord of The Rings (The Two Towers) - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;2. The Miracles of the Quran - M. M. Sha'rawi&lt;br /&gt;3. Dari Salina ke Langit Petang (proses mencipta novel) - A. Samad Said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, ringankan badanku untuk beribadah kepadaMu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga setiap jiwa mendapat keampunan dariNya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-3236881093710465932?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3236881093710465932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=3236881093710465932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3236881093710465932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3236881093710465932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2011/08/ramadhan-tibaramadhan-tiba.html' title='&apos;Ramadhan tiba...Ramadhan tiba ~&apos;'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-2070876621619200881</id><published>2011-07-30T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T08:08:41.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALHAMDULILLAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yeay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; finally i can update my blog. I know it will sound lame but 'i forgot how to update'. see, being a teacher is killing me (but i love it anyway).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, how's life sygs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am good. happy and content being at home. Busy berangan nk beli perabot here and there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since I succeed in refreshing my 'blog' memory, i will write again (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and ill see you later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALAM RAMADHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-2070876621619200881?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2070876621619200881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=2070876621619200881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2070876621619200881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2070876621619200881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2011/07/alhamdulillah.html' title='ALHAMDULILLAH'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-4222402618841182473</id><published>2011-01-01T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:06:21.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masih Mencari</title><content type='html'>Its been a year. And I hope to continue writing, and upload my posts every once in a while. This is just a brief one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was hectic and full of memories. Of course I will not be able to paint the whole picture instantly..but....ill be back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doakan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dunia yang penuh dengan warna membuai kita hingga terlena,&lt;br /&gt;tanpa taliNya, tiada guna nikmat hidup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-4222402618841182473?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4222402618841182473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=4222402618841182473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4222402618841182473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4222402618841182473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2011/01/masih-mencari.html' title='Masih Mencari'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-4637553953661156172</id><published>2010-02-20T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:34:04.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7th Sept 2009/0648&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wahai Tuhan Maha Sempurna, satu-satunya yang layak disembah. Tiada lain selain Engkau. Seluruh tubuh, minda dan segenap inci diri ini terabdi untukmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku lantunkan melodi hati buatMu, bukan dalam halwa telinga. Tapi melodi yang mampu aku ukirkan dengan kata-kata, agar aku bisa memperdengarkannya sekali lagi, andai aku tersungkur menyembah bumi. Tuhanku, aku pernah merasa tersiksa sendiri ketika aku sendirian di sini. Hati bagai dihiris saat Kau jemput pulang wali utamaku. Alhamdulillah, selepas setahun berlalu, aku diperlihatkan hikmah ngilu hatiku. Andai hal itu tidak berlaku, entahkan aku masih hanyut dalam dosa-dosa yang hitam pekat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tuhanku, hati ini sungguh sayu sewaktu ibu berbicara tentang dirinya sendirian menunggu khabar gembira kemenangan orang yang berpuasa. Sayu dan sedih. Andai bisa aku terbang pulang, tidak aku berkeluh kesah untuk mengepakkan sayapku sepanjang malam. Demi menemani dia. Aku ingin solat bersama. Aku ingin berdua ke masjid, mengabdi pada Sang Pencipta. Namun aku jauh, dan segala angananku tak termungkinkan.  Aku cuba pujuk hati, berkali-kali mengamati sabdaMu bahawa anak yang solehah itu doanya sampai untuk orang tuanya. Oleh itu tuhan, aku ukirkan di sini, harapan seorang anak yang sarat merindu kehangatan kasih ibunya. Seperti hangatnya linangan airmata yang merembes, tidak mengerti penat mata menangis. Agar suatu hari, andai aku yang Kau jemput dulu sebelum ibuku…tidak akan merasa terkilan tidak sempat menyatakan kasihku. Kerana bingkisan ini menjadi bukti bahawa setiap detik, setiap masa jantungku berdenyut, doaku untuk kedua mereka tak pernah putus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wahai Tuhan yang Maha Kuasa, yang menciptakan aku dari dua insan mulia…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Aku pohonkan seribu kemaafan buat arwah abah yang kurasakan baru semalam kudengar ledak tawanya di sisi. Aku panjatkan kemaafan buatnya. Aku inginkan perlindungan dariMu ya Allah, tuhan Maha Esa untuknya. Allah…kau ampunkan segala  dosa-dosa nya, jauhkan dia dari api neraka. Aku ingin sekali menjadi anak solehah yang akan membantunya di sana. Aku ingin sekali doaku sampai kepadanya. Aku ingin alunan kalimahmu yang aku ajukan saban hari menjadi penyejuk dan pelindung untuk arwah abah. Ya Allah, sungguh aku zalim keatas diriku selama ini. Bantu aku menyucikan dosaku, agar doa-doaku sampai kepadaMu. Agar doaku untuk arwah, tidak terhijab dan terus kepadaMu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Resapkan ketenangan dalam hati manusia yang menanggung azab melahirkanku, tatkala dia sendirian. Temani dia andai dia merasa kesepian. Wujudkan yakin di hatinya bahawa dia tidak berseorangan. Ya Allah, tuhan semesta alam. Khabarkan kepadanya yang aku sungguh-sungguh menyayanginya. Dan aku ingin berusaha menjadi penyejuk hatinya. Agar sakit melahirkan aku dahulu diganti bahagia. Semoga bercahaya senyum tawanya. Tuhan beri aku kesempatan untuk bersua muka dengan ibu, dan ibu kepada ibuku…agar kami dapat berjemaah bersama. Aku dapat aku dengarkan kalimah sucimu, agar dapat aku sampaikan kepada mereka tentang besar cintaMu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-4637553953661156172?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4637553953661156172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=4637553953661156172&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4637553953661156172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4637553953661156172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2010/02/update-2.html' title='update 2'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-1235291157133868544</id><published>2010-02-20T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:11:40.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update 1</title><content type='html'>bring back the memories&lt;br /&gt;sown at the place i once loved&lt;br /&gt;send me to&lt;br /&gt;the past that would never be present&lt;br /&gt;build for me a dwellings&lt;br /&gt;of crystal&lt;br /&gt;adorn myself with musk&lt;br /&gt;bathe me in the mediterranean&lt;br /&gt;with the wave not too harsh&lt;br /&gt;with the wind softly brushes against me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BuatMu Pencipta&lt;br /&gt;selayaknya cinta seorang hamba&lt;br /&gt;bukan buat yang akan binasa&lt;br /&gt;bila rasa makin mengusik&lt;br /&gt;hinggakan dunia terasa sempit&lt;br /&gt;hanya bimbinganMu aku harapkan&lt;br /&gt;agar cintaku kekal untuk Sang Pencipta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunia ini tidak lama&lt;br /&gt;makin lama semua makin binasa&lt;br /&gt;buatku bergetar menghadam al-Zalzalah&lt;br /&gt;dengan cerita dunia yang sudah semakin lelah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila terasing di tempat sendiri&lt;br /&gt;aku tagih janji&lt;br /&gt;semakin kurang normal&lt;br /&gt;atas kenormalan buatan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu, ya Rabb,&lt;br /&gt;jangan butakan aku dengan nikmat dunia...&lt;br /&gt;Rabb,&lt;br /&gt;aku idamkan akhirat yang bahagia&lt;br /&gt;walau kini derita&lt;br /&gt;berperang dengan segalanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Verily, i am Allah. There is no god beside Me. So serve Me and establish prayers to remember me. The Hour of Resurrestion is coming. I have willed to keep the time of its coming hidden so that everyone may be recompensed in accordance with his efford."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sungguh, aku ini Allah, tiada tuhan selain aku. maka sembahlah aku dan laksanakan solat untuk mengingat Aku. Sungguh, hari kiamat itu akan datang. Aku merahsiakan waktunya agar setiap orang dibalas sesuai dengan apa yang dia telah usahakan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive us, Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-1235291157133868544?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1235291157133868544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=1235291157133868544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1235291157133868544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1235291157133868544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2010/02/update-1.html' title='update 1'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-2337845770213159680</id><published>2010-02-20T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:57:55.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, hows life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum, dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that we've not been in touch for weeks. I am busy doing nothing. Lately mcm tak lalu makan (tiku tipu), ala2 angau. mungkin kerinduan yang aneka jenis membuatkan reseptor lapar tak berfungsi. i miss my family though ive been travelling back and forth to penang frequently. I miss my house 20 mates, ini sume gara2 blog zati. Tadi dah call nad and zati, tapi call hana tak dapat. malu gaks la ttbe call ckp rindu, tapi ape aku kesah, kate syg kan... he he. sarah yang sebelah katil pn aku rindu, and line and tasha too. pdhal slalu je lepak blok 3. mungkin perlu letak baju2 sket kat sane, tak yah asek2 balek amek barang kalau nk tido sane. enough wit rindu2. next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hobi baru, saye suke melepak di kuburan. bukan waktu malam ye kawan2. ntahlah kenape. it is a place that will stay still, at all time of the day. Tenang, sunyi, menghibakan, menakutkan and mcm emosi boleh hadir bile lepak kat kuburan. eh, why do i call it 'kuburan'? nape tak panggil kubur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini adalah post yang tak tersusun, this is on the spot. sedar tak sedar ive got few posts written in my pendrive but tak post kat blog. hampehs. tgk la, jap g ill put it in kot. dah la kot eh. tak suke tules takde motif, nnt melalut. da~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss 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/4380358196898809421-2337845770213159680?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2337845770213159680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=2337845770213159680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2337845770213159680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2337845770213159680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-hows-life.html' title='hey, hows life?'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-2408219971382781067</id><published>2009-12-24T12:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:29:52.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SAYE SANGAT SEDIH NK TINGGAL BEETHOVEN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-2408219971382781067?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2408219971382781067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=2408219971382781067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2408219971382781067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2408219971382781067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-2974463934395193261</id><published>2009-12-16T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:19:39.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Surely Allah has purchased of the believers their lives and their belongings and in return has promise that they shall have paradise. They fight in the way of Allah and slay and be slain...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who constantly turn to Allah in repentance, who constantly worship Him, who celebrate His praise, who go about the world to serve His cause, who bow down to Him,who prostrate themselves before him, who enjoin what is good and forbid what is evil, and who keep the limits set by Allah. Announce glad tidings to such believers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At-Taubah: 111-112&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila dipikir2kan, sebenarnya kita neh tak berharta kan? Body pinjam, umur pinjam, sume pinjam. Selame2 hidup neh, rupenye baru tersedar yang kite hidup atas ihsan Allah. kalau Allah tak bagi kesihatan untuk kita, mmg tak sehat la kan. Hurm. This is actually a respond for  the book 'Return of the Pharoah' by Zainab al-Ghazali. If i were to preach about the content, it would be no use. You can look for the book and read it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book made me reflect on us, the youth that lives in our comfort zone. Comfort zone here does not means living in luxury, buy having the luxury yang kita tak nampak. Apa comfort zone kite ek? Kite..(you and me, our friends) live in good health with just occasional fever or flu...fatigueness. We insyaAllah normally have morsels to eat. We have time in our hands and we still have the strength to do the chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lalu kemana agaknya kita belanja kan 'allowance' kita? Aduh, bila saye reflect, saya risau dan takut. Banyak mana sangat la kebaikan yang saya dah buat, berbanding yang tak berapa baik? Bayangkan kalau kita ada jam pasir kan, rupanya waktu kita hanya beberapa hari lagi...atau pun sampai kejap lagi je. eisy. chuak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the book i mention above, kalau nk dicompare the way manusia2 kental neh diseksa...saya rasa second day saya kat penjara pn saya dah innalillah kot. disebat berulang2 kali..bukan dalam masa sehari..tapi berminggu2. Bila pengsan, diberi some substances supaya kita sedar balek, bukan untuk diubati tapi untuk diseksa. bukan setakat fizikal, malahan mental pon kene seksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerdilnya saya rasa bila membaca tentang perjuangan tokoh2 yang bermatian menghidupkan Islam di muka bumi, sedang kita...kita sendiri cuba membunuh Islam yang ada dalam diri. Astaghfirullah, takut dan risau kalau taubat tak diterima. Tapi Allah dah cakap kat atas tuh (112), jika kita balek kepada Allah, dan menghidupkan agama ini...sangat beruntung. Masya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8 days and counting. Malam2 semakin lena. Alhamdulillah masalah tidur satu bulan lebih dah okay. Saye sbnarnye agak nervous nk balek Malaysia. On one side, i am excited, undeniably...to go back. Nk lawat kubur arwah abah, nk tengok satu-satu wajah yang hanya Allah yang tahu betapa aku rindu. Abes la kuceng2 di rumah, mak kucing dah balek. Hehe. &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/4380358196898809421-2974463934395193261?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2974463934395193261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=2974463934395193261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2974463934395193261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2974463934395193261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-believe.html' title='Do you believe?'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-4935139514383760635</id><published>2009-12-15T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:24:36.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am counting days...not to be a mum, but to run in the arms of the beloved people back in Malaysia. I am here not to babble about my emotion because i think the excitement to leave, the 'dragging feet to board the last bas' is understood. Here i am, to reflect on the almost two years duration i have spend, and look at the things i have observed and learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Positive Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The reading culture.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to talk about this because i know people who will be reading this are most likely the people who are close to me. They know how i like 'reading'. Mind you, i like reading and i like to read are two different things. The reading culture here is something that amazes me the first time i stepped outta the plane, and until now. I am so moved about this beneficial habit because i realize that the effect is so great that it is more to benefit rather than the other side of it. I am interested in this topic, so i did about 'Encouraging Reading for Meaning' for my dissertation and i hope Allah give me chance to pursue this topic in my further study. Imagine a country full of people who love books. Wouldnt be a great resource because people who read is people who think. If not, the first ayat reveal to the prophet would be Iqra', wouldnt it? Here, in two years time i trained myself to read. Starting from half a page a day before sleep, now i read quite regularly. But not an avid reader or book addict yet. Even if i am, i think that is a good addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Punctuality&lt;br /&gt;The bus, the train and of course the people (well, not all but most) are on time. Not late, not early...just on time. I would not elaborate on this for we all know 'our Malaysian time' -  the attitude Malaysian has when it comes to time management. Hurm, i am terrible at this. Truly, i am. Adoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Working&lt;br /&gt;Ha, time neh baru tawu langit tinggi rendah. Ive been working since April 2008 and last friday is my last working day. Tangan dah berkematu but it gives me satisfaction. i get to know different people, i learn to handle myself for work - preparing the documents, claiming tax, naek turun pejabat cukai and urge people to refund my tax. I would say that most of the companies that i worked for are very effective when they deal with thr worker. Its not that in Malaysia there is no company that possess this characteristic, but this is something that we could look up to, and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back for the other side of the story.&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/4380358196898809421-4935139514383760635?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4935139514383760635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=4935139514383760635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4935139514383760635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4935139514383760635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/12/9-days-and-counting.html' title='9 days and counting'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-4608739688015456473</id><published>2009-12-13T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:02:41.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sape tawu makne boring?</title><content type='html'>Salam and muah2 to readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring tau nggak kawan2? Aduh. Lagi 12 hari nk balek and i am surrounded with silence and coldness that makes me feel like hibernating. Uish. I dont like to be in this condition. Cube kasik tau ape2 idea untuk hilangkan keboringan aku neh..setakat ini aku hanya mampu mengisi masa dengan membaca buku. Nk tgk movie online takde mood. nk browse2 utube pn takde mood. aku cume nk balek msia aje. Kalau ade beetho ok la sket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-4608739688015456473?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4608739688015456473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=4608739688015456473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4608739688015456473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4608739688015456473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/12/sape-tawu-makne-boring.html' title='sape tawu makne boring?'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-1101701487503759866</id><published>2009-12-09T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:01:58.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing comes for free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i cant sit still, i am always moving around. i am having a hard time to focus, especially in class. even if it is only a one-hour class..i find it difficult to sit for such a long time. every now and then i need to off-task. ill go to toilet, i flip open my phone and check the contacts for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost two years here, ive learnt one thing - nothing comes for free. You want a job, seek. You want new friends, go out and mingle. From a view...Islam is not a miraculous religion. If you dont work for it, you get nothing. Sedangkan nk pahala pn kena usaha, even the effort does not show (like pray for your friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not random. i am writing this for i have an exam tomorrow. this is the first time in life that i study. i never really study before. not for pmr, not for spm. i wonder if i did study for those exams...i might be on the path to be a verterinar. Owh...how wonderful. But this is the path laid down for me. The path for me to venture till the time comes for me to leave. With that, i hope to purify myself along the way, so ill be granted Jannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jalan menuju syurga itu bukanlah jalan yang indah, kerana nikmat di syurga terlalu mengasyikkan. tentunya mahar untuk ke sana bukan sebarang mahar, mahar yang menuntut manusia berperang dengan diri sendiri. Allah, kdgkala terlalu sukar untuk mengawal diri...tapi aku yakin janji Allah itu pasti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best kawan2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst: glad that mak's home now. Not gonna disturb her for the moment, let her rest. she's not very well. (pesanan untuk kakmam)&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/4380358196898809421-1101701487503759866?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1101701487503759866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=1101701487503759866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1101701487503759866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1101701487503759866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-comes-for-free.html' title='nothing comes for free'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-1428703375641299819</id><published>2009-12-04T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:53:42.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tamat masa berhibernasi</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum and hye readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to blogging i guess. Ngee. Mcm lame je tak menulis, ecewah. Pdhal tak pn kan. Heh. So, the dissertation is over, packing pn dah. Cume yg last2 minute tuh nnt kite pack. Now tak seswai. This is cliche, but ill say it anyway. Lots of things are swimming in my head, so i cannot put my sentences right. Better that i stop here, kan. Stay tune for the next post. Tata..mish you all. phewit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Tiku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-1428703375641299819?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1428703375641299819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=1428703375641299819&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1428703375641299819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1428703375641299819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/12/tamat-masa-berhibernasi.html' title='tamat masa berhibernasi'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-3619862483118890939</id><published>2009-10-29T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:56:34.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owh Tomok...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was listening to Exist's Diranta Digelangi Rindu when suddenly this thought popped in. "I wanna watch Exist's vids on Youtube". This act then led me to Rahsia Pohon Cemara, and on the side bar, there was a link to Tomok's performance on OIAM. He sang Rahsia Pohon Cemara, of course. Do you want to know what i think? He's nice. I mean, the way he sang that song. OK. Good. (Nad's gonna grin reading this). Well,next. I think he's cute. Okay la. But then. Aha. This made me write this post. I was imagining, what if suddenly this country was invaded? What if, suddenly seruan Jihad untuk mempertahankan agama itu datang secara tiba2? (Owh, i am going to be bombarded...coz the calls are there already lah tiku). I mean, what if all those things ive been reading, like the war that is currently happening in Palestine happens in beloved Malaysia? are we going to be able to be in the frontline, dengan hati yang sedikit pon tidak gentar berhadapan musuh...semate2 untuk mempertahankan agama Allah? Bagaimana kita, the youngsters yang selama ini hidup dengan Melodi (Tiku), One in A Million (Tiku), segala hiburan yang memang sangat seronok (Tiku lagi)...akan bermujahadah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, saat ini, hati rasa mcm dicarik dengan besi tajam yang panas. Perut rasa menggelegak sebab saya takut. Again, sorry to take Tomok as an example, bukan ape...sbab video youtube yg saya tgk tadi melambangkan the youths kat Malaysia, termasuk saya, of course. Oklah sayangs...jangan pandang jauh. Tgk diri sendiri. Sejauh mana kita, saya mewakili an-nisa menjaga pandangan mata kita dan hati kita sewaktu bershopping. Saya kalau masuk sports world ttba rasa perlu semua benda. Bila browse Clarks, suddenly sy rasa saya tak cukup kasut. Bila saya browse adidas, royal albert...sy rasa semua itu sangat2 saya perlukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah. memang. Dunia ini sangat ini, menarik...menggoda. Sungguh, menahan nafsu itu sangat2 susah. Sangat susah. Sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are naturally tempted by the lure of women, children, treasures of gold and silver. horses of mark, cattle and plantation. These are the enjoyments in the life of this world;but with Allah lies a goodly abode to return to. (Ali Imran:14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memang. Kita semua mahukan syurga. Saya ingin berehat di syurga. Saya ingin di sana, sebagai reward atas segala yang saya kerjakan di sini. Tapi sejauh mana kita telah menahan nafsu, sejauh mana kita menjaga hati kita, to keep ourselves pure....to entitle us to this permanent success? Layakkah kita? How hard and how far have we strive for Jannah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah...forgive us that we have wronged ourselves. We hold on to your Guide, to lead us to Jannah. Forgive us and our parents, for the excess we have commited. Truly, You are the Magnificent.&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/4380358196898809421-3619862483118890939?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3619862483118890939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=3619862483118890939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3619862483118890939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3619862483118890939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/owh-tomok.html' title='Owh Tomok...'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-2369895229268911504</id><published>2009-09-29T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:21:23.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Tunnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;lets stop using the egocentric word 'i' shall we. at least lets try. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. well, you have to get to the end to confirm the saying. During the process of finding that answer, one needs to experience the 'tunnel'. They will know how smelly the tunnel is, the coldness that lies in it, etc. Same goes with growing up. I thought (whoopsy, i use the word 'i')... that growing up is easy. Study, graduate, work, have family and tada....you live happily ever after. Well, that is not the case. Being an adult carries huge responsibility to the people around you. Being selfish is not in the option, but sometimes we just cant help it. Or..maybe we are just too greedy to fulfill our desire, so eager that it blinds us. Owh, am i a thinker? am i? am i not? forget the answer. not important to me. I was always sure of my future when i was a child. I saw myself as a vet, having my own clinic, living life the way i want - peaceful and smooth. Dear...that is not how it turns out to be. I am going to be a teacher in two years time, InsyaAllah. and how about that passion with animals? it is still there, just without the qualification of being a vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked permission from my brother to go back, since mak is going to pilgrimage. And he replied "No, dont come back. Mak didnt agree. Save the money for the future". You see, my brother's word is law. I mean...im sure he must have given it a thought. I respect him, so there it goes.... i am staying with my heart about to burst missing mak, and go to bed sobbing like a child. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word 'future' struck me. "yeah, maybe people who went overseas are more mature coz they move on" - Lesley Woodhead. Aha. Future...Future. (Fairtrade's slogan - growing better future for coffee). What do i want? I do have some sort of poorly drafted plan but maybe i will need to lay it down carefully. Come on, who wants to help put up their hands! For now, lets just strive to be the best muslim, and focus on dissertation, alright love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite sometime since i write a post this way. Coz ive been thinking about stuffs that it messed my mind. But then again, didnt i believe in Allah's promises? That He hears every prayer, that He is near to me that the jugular vein? Therefore i feel calm now. Ya Allah, forgive me for my sins. Help me to be your faithful servant, and dont blind me with the wealth in this world. Guide me to live this life, the blessed way. "You alone do we worship and You alone do we turn for help".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kucings that i met at Turki, to the little child that suddenly give me a hug. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum, take care coz i care. wah?&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/4380358196898809421-2369895229268911504?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2369895229268911504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=2369895229268911504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2369895229268911504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2369895229268911504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/09/smart-tunnel.html' title='Smart Tunnel'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-2887228100491858236</id><published>2009-09-29T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:58:11.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bukan counting crows, but counting days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sbab sy malas nk tules pepanjang sbab otak sy serabuts, sy letak dlm bullet point aje eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ kalau hari2 kite mimpi malaysia, itu maknenyer ape?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ kalau ade owang tuh bacekan kite surah an-naba' dlm mimpi, makne ape plaks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ kalau kite bukak mate aje, satu badan kite lenguh gile sbab tido tak bergerak2, cube teka apa maksudnye?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~pas tuh kite bangun tido siap2, g libry trus bukak Microsoft Words....?? mungkin tiade maknenye. heh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;akunakbalekmsiakalaubolehsekarangjugakmintakpinjampintusukehatidari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;doraemonma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ne2kucengygakujumpepasnehsiapahkenepenyek..nkpanjatpokok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rambutanmakanbahulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;limebungkussukehatilankmakanbanyakmane,akubeli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;guneduetsendrisianakukanbilepening2l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;alats..biaselainikanpembawakanbudaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;iskcuacebestplaksarinehdahla,dgrlaguzinnirahjoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ok bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-2887228100491858236?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2887228100491858236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=2887228100491858236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2887228100491858236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2887228100491858236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/09/bukan-counting-crows-but-counting-days.html' title='bukan counting crows, but counting days'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-6380513329105640890</id><published>2009-09-22T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T06:41:29.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>introducing the cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-61c81da4247ad103" 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=6380513329105640890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6380513329105640890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6380513329105640890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/09/introducing-cats.html' title='introducing the cats'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-4235199287975220528</id><published>2009-09-20T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:30:55.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mabuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ada puisi untuk dia&lt;br /&gt;yang sering aku alunkan dalam kepala&lt;br /&gt;dan aku bawa bersama&lt;br /&gt;setiap langkahku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan kukuhkan tuntunanMu padaku&lt;br /&gt;kerna aku mabuk rindu&lt;br /&gt;mabuk rindu bertemu ibu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angin menyapa, kirimkan berita&lt;br /&gt;tentang aku yang baik-baik sahaja&lt;br /&gt;wahai angin; perihalkan kepadanya&lt;br /&gt;tentang aku yang melihat senyumnya&lt;br /&gt;di mana-mana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tentang aku yang mengirimkanmu&lt;br /&gt;segarkan dia dengan aroma rinduku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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title='mabuk'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-1858106619732156057</id><published>2009-09-16T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:25:57.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shhh...dah mlm. owang sume tido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wahai penilai hati, rahsia itu hanya engkau yg tahu. tuntun aku, agar sabar menanti"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-1858106619732156057?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-9151005640808096114</id><published>2009-09-16T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:23:16.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jangan maen mercun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sape nk join saye re-visit my syawal?? tanak ikot sudah. ini ajak2 ayam. kalau bukan ayam, takyah la ikot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Awatif 'Adilah versi kanak2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mende paling wajib ade menjelang lebaran are handbag and heels. Phewit! pakai heels dr kecik. ahaha. hari raya lipstick wajib eh. Pagi bute, tak g smayang raye...tggu arwah abah and mak balek dr surau. Salam sambil mate jeling ke arah angpow. Dalam hati buat target brape banyak duet raye yang bakal dikutip. Lepas ry kat umah sendri, g umah sblah ajak aziz and azizi g beraye. Then bermulalah episode raya dr Tamah Haji Abdullah Fahim sampai masuk ke kampung Permatang Bertam. Time neh, kalau masuk sampai ke dlm kampung kutep duet ry mmg masyuk la. Bile handbag dah penuh...kne balek kosongkan handbag. Hand the money to mak. Sambung beraye. Tapi for me, takleh raye seharian kat umah sbab nnt tghari dah nk balek umah tok. Tak la jauh mane, kat Permatang Buloh aje. Sampai umah tok,dapat duet banyak sket. Yelah, salam ngan pakcik mak cik kan. paling kurang dpt RM5. Ok la tuh. Tok kalau cucu2 yg kecik dapat sikit je duet raye. Untuk cucu2 yg dah remaje, dlm RM50 insyaAllah kompem. Biasenye duet raye akan digunekan untuk membeli brang2 idaman...like rollerblade...pencil case little bobdog (eyh, mahal la pencil case neh. Kat Parkson Ria Sg. Petani dlm RM13.90) or yg paling selalu ialah beli cassette2 Backstreet Boys, 98degrees and yg sewaktu dengannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Awatif 'Adilah versi dah remaje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bile remaje, dah segan sket nk kutip duet raye. Raye means dapat baju kurung baru. Feveret is baju kurung bunge kecik2 ala2 nk g ngaji. Barulah ayu. Pastuh kne ikot mak beraye ke umah kawan2 die. Br bleh kenal2 ngan bakal2 mak mentua. Ceh. merapu. Part best is pegi beli baju raye itu sendiri. Pergh. Rambang mate babe. Handbag tak layan sgt dah time neh. High heels still takleh tinggal. Uhuhu... Mase hari raya dihabiskan didepan TV dan berborak ngan sepupu sepapat. Yelah, kate mude remaje. Br lah 'in' raye borak2 ngan tgk siaran tv time raye. Bile mak ajak g jalan..mulelah malas bla bla bla. Tapi takpe, kalau g umah Arwah Tok Njang kat Jarak...bleh cuci mate tgk Abg Wan. Ade skali kantoi ngan Kak Jee. Whopsy. What to do. Darah mude kate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Awatif 'Adilah versi remaje menginjak dewase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looking forward to raye sbab bleh basuh umah. But for me, basuh rumah haruslah hari sy tak puase. Br bleh makan kan. Blaja buat ketupat ngan tok, but still tak lepas2. One or two days before raye, g umah makngah kacau dodol. Penting tuh blaja mende2 neh. Kite kan generasi pelapis. But still, belum berjaye 100 percent. Time neh dah rs penting rapatkan silaturrahim ngan sume owang, esp sedare mare lah kan. Yang Negeri Sembilan balek Penang...cume yang Johor je blom penah raye skali lagi. InsyaAllah kalau ade rezeki...tahun depan kot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My favourite time is mase salam2. Hall mmg akan kosong, and ade 6 cushion je. Duduk ikot turn. Start with Abg Mus, KakMelia, Abang Met, Kakmam, Dilah and Saddam. Si kecik berdua tuh biarla kejap. Mak will start dengan bagi ucapan. weewit! Apa bila hidung mak mule merah, dan kakmelia mule terisak2...kite buat2 cool. Sampai ke sudah kite buat2 cool. Tapi di hati, siape yg tahu kan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;My recent raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All these while ive been here, for nearly two years...sy blaja untuk sangat bersederhana. Raye kueh buat sendri, baju pakai yang bawak mase mule2 dtg. Bukan mak tanak anta, tapi rsnye tak perlu. InsyaAllah cukup ape yg ade. Ramadhan mmg sangat sederhana. And i really love it. Bukak puase hanya dengan semangkuk sup, and nasi. or Nasi and lauk2 pauk sket, sayur and kueh. Terawih..then sahur ngan air, and kurma(kalau ade). Kalau kat msia, asal nk dkat berbuka mule gile g bazar ramadhan. Abes kalau dah pegi mulela rambang mate. Itu nk, ini nak...abes penuh meja. Arwah abah mmg sangat2 tak suke bile ade yg tak abes. Saye risau kalau lauk penuh meja...takut kang abah biseng. Now i know knape abah biseng pasal lauk tak abes. Sedey la kalau buang lauk tuh kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pasal kad raye plak, mmg tak pay attention. Ade je jual kat kedai Conti tuh, tapi mahal sket. Last year, anta kad krismas kat mak buat kad raye. Ehehehe. Gune la ape yg ade kan. Mak mesti paham punyelah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ramadhan neh, kerja 3 hari je pon, tapi sy rase sedikit teruji. Hari2 keje mesti dahage. pdhal sejuk je pn. Ujian la tuh namenye...:). Br saye paham kenape ade owang yg sedey satu syawal...sbab ramadhan dah berlalu. And now, sy sendri rase berat hati memikirkan bile lagi nk jumpe ramadhan seterusnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bersempena ngan hari raye neh, meh saye buat ucapan sket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Assalamualaikum, Dear Mak and the gang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Mustapha, Amelia, Azmir, Akmam, Saddam), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope everyone is healthy and happy menjelang raye. I havent prepare anything for raye, and i doubt that i will. Takde ape pn. Raye dengan sembahyang raye and makan2 ajelah kot. Exclusively to mak, Selamat Hari Raye. For the 2nd year i am not around, tapi jangan risau, next year kita raya skali na. Nnt dilah basuh rumah and kita p teraweh and shopping sama. (Caution: Mak,sila jangan start nanges...nnt jangkit). For the second year, kita suma raya without abah.  Semoga tabah ye. Mak kan cakap abah tinggal harta paling berharga untuk mak... anak2. Harap jangan sedey2 pagi2 raye...abes baju lawa nnt. InsyaAllah anak mak kat sni okay. Dah nk balek kan. Lagi 3 bulan...then kita bleh lepak skali ye mak. I love you! (Dilah balek dr France 21st Sept, 22nd bertolak ke Turki sampai 26th). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To my sayangs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abang maman, awak gebu sangat ke skarang? Ibu cakap awak asek maen game aje. Tak best la asek dok dlm umah maen game. Mummy pn report kat mama yg awak dah tanak maen basikal. Mama balek nnt mama bawak awak naek basikal pusing satu taman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imran tuh maken nakal ye. Eii...geram! cubit2!! Ade ke nanges sbab kalah maen game, tak cool la im. Camne nk bercinta dengan Umi Qazrina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abang maman ngan iim baju raye kaler ape neh? Duet raye tuh simpan kasik mama sket. Awak nnt raye jalan ngan ibu ayah ke ngan maktok? ke iim jalan ngan makwe? weewit! Mama takde duet raye la, awak g mintak ngan mummy. cakap mama suh kasik lebih sket.  Mummy dah prepare duet raye. Die dah letak dalam sampul. (iim ngan maman...apelagi...serang mummy!!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kengkawan yang jauh di mate&lt;br /&gt;Raye sile ingat Tiku. Or else...or else takde mende pn. Mintak maaf dari jauh eh. Muah2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk awak yg br beli jubah raye...selamat hari raye dengan pak arab. Jubah pn jubah la, nk br cenggane kan. Layan~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-9151005640808096114?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/9151005640808096114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=9151005640808096114&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/9151005640808096114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/9151005640808096114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/09/jangan-maen-mercun.html' title='jangan maen mercun'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-3125754545557898648</id><published>2009-09-14T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:03:12.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kata-kata pecah berkeping-keping begitu sampai pada cinta. Tuhan, aku rindu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-3125754545557898648?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3125754545557898648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=3125754545557898648&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3125754545557898648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3125754545557898648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/09/kata-kata-pecah-berkeping-keping-begitu.html' title=''/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-9113188557730743909</id><published>2009-09-13T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:46:45.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;smlm aku tak boleh tido. ade perkara yang asek terpikirkan, sampai tido aku terganggu. betol. aku rasa masalah ini sangat perlukan perhatian, abeh dah name pn masalah. tapi for the time being, i prefer to diam kejap. and biarlah aku pk dulu. insyaAllah akan aku lontarkan kat sini bile masenye. Sorry blog neh maken bersawang. banyak tulesan2 aku yg aku buat pekasam, or aku share dengan owang2 tertentu. sbab aku takut aku bias dlm penulisan aku. tido dulu. assalamualaikum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jangan lewatkan solat, tinggal solat lagilah jangan. &lt;/span&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/4380358196898809421-9113188557730743909?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/9113188557730743909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=9113188557730743909&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/9113188557730743909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/9113188557730743909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/09/smlm-aku-tak-boleh-tido.html' title=''/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-3229706400454685623</id><published>2009-09-11T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T03:42:57.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Gala Bingo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SqooExq9sbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/68TBNilk440/s1600-h/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380156767365607858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SqooExq9sbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/68TBNilk440/s320/time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum. :). Ceh, nk maen lottery pn kena bagi salam ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was on my way back from Inland Revenue regarding my tax claim. Thats why i woke up early today. Or else my normal wake up time would be 11 sumtin. Isk. Tak senonoh anak dara tido lelame. Eisy. It didnt take long, just 10 mins or so. Then, i went back to Marjon and settle my library books, went to iVillage to print bus ticket. And still, its not even 11 yet. I met my friend, who was up and about very early i guess, cos she was due to meet her supervisor regarding her dissertation. I transformed to a post-lady, and godek2 surat. And kelas2kan surat. and yet its still not even 11 yet. Then...tada~ here i am. Answering surat2 peminat. Ecewah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What makes me think of writing about lottery today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Meeting my friend at Inted. 2. The journey and process at Inland Revenue. 3. Replying surat peminat. 4. Tazkirah teraweh beberapa hari dulu yang baru sekarang saye digest. Opps. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First and foremost, please forgive me kalau ade kate2 yang rasa tidak pantas dizahirkan di sini. Andai ada yang mungkin tak kena, maafkan saye ek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Andai Mesir diserang lepas Subuh, nescaya negara itu akan dapat dikuasai begitu sahaja" (Habiburrahman el-Shirazy, ayat-ayat cinta). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The true mukmin is the person who sleep less, who eat less" (Amin, owang Sudan...time tazkirah teraweh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lately i was thinkin. Kan ade Qailulah subuh, meaning lepas subuh, kite stay awake sampai mentari mula kuar dari pembaringan. pastuh tido. pastuh bangun dhuha. Part tido tu la yang disebut Qailulah. Saye tak tau sangat pasal neh, sbab sy br tau. I was like...okay. Abes bile nk tido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2300 - Lepas Isyak tido &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;tido: 5jam&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0400 - bangun sebelum subuh untuk Qiam &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0630-0645 camtuh matahari terbit &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0645-0830 tido balek smpai waktu dhuha &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;tido: 1 3/4 jam&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kelas bla bla bla bla bla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1330 zohor &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;tido: 1/2 jam&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1330-1400 nap &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asar-riadah-maghrib-isya etc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aik, banyak la plak waktu tido sbnanyer. uiks. hurm. And kalau dilihat jadual yg saya buat neh...banyak masa untuk kita buat kerja. Untuk diri sendri..maknanye buat Dz la kan. Tapi, saya...banyak...tengok....Youtube! Haah, and banyak masa saya yang dihabiskan dengan merepek. yaitu berborak lame2. dan berangan. Jangan tatawu...saya mampu berangan sepanjang malam. This is a reminder for me, and insyaAllah kalau ada yg bace neh terkesan...moh le kite. (Sy mmg, cakap va va voom, tapi nk laksanakan...???) Tapi itulah kan, Allah dah bagi guideline cantik dlm hidup neh. Saya nk jugak g buang mase. Bile dipikir2kan...entah2 mase saye kat dunia dah tinggal brape hari. Macamane tuh? Dah la banyak tido, suke makan. Abes nk productive cemane? Dissy tak jalan neh. Aiyak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;        I dont know owang Mesir tido ke tak lepas Subuh, Habiburrahman el-Shirazy yang cakap. Saya kira apa yang dia tules mesti berasakan pengamatan dan pengalaman die dok kat sane. Ini takde kene mengena dengan Mesir, cumenyer bile direflectkan, di Malaysia pon. Usah tengok jauh, saya sendiri bangun lambat. Ha, cemane tuh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;        And kata-kata Amin tuh mmg menusuk sekarang. Time dengar arituh masuk telinga kanan, tapi simpan dalam otak. ini br proses. makan banyak, nnt ngantok. cemane nk buat keje? One of the 7 deadly sins is gluttony. iaitu...excess in eating and drinking or excessive indulgence. One of the worst vessel a man filled is the stomach. A Muslim only need a few morsels to keep his back straight. See...kita tak perlu banyak makan. Takut jadi tamak. Tapi cube u olz letak a plate full of my favourite food. Isk. Saye tatawu la saya mampu ke tak nk tolak. Tapi saye tau, kalau makan banyak nnt sy ngantok..dan saye ade keje nk buat. Cemane tuh? Ah..ape lagi. Pk tiku pk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lalu...dimana lottery nya? Aha...this is the message yg membawa saya ke idea "Lottery"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Qiam dan tahajjud tuh motifnya untuk kita ingat Allah time owang laen syok lena. Bayangkan la kan...betapa bestnya lena. Time 3 4 pagi tu la owang kata paling masyuk lena. Tapi owang yg bangun Qiam? depa tak kesah pn tinggalkan tempat tidoq yang bapak best tuh, semata-mata untuk bersendirian dengan tuhan. Time sepertiga malam tuh, malaikat yg jaga kita p jumpa Allah. Allah tanya kat dia.."aik, awat mai naek kat aku. Abeh hamba aku tuh sapa nk jaga?" Malaikat tuh jawab, " hehe...dia tengah solat. Aku biaq la dia ngan hang. Takmo kacau". Cute kan. Time tuh hanya kita dengan Allah...takdak hijab. Pintu2 langit terbuka. Pergh. Mana masyuk? Lena ka...boleh ada jackpot doa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Allah, izinkan malam hariku&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;jadi waktu aku bercinta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;denganMu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rabbi, penuhi siangku&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;berusaha mengejar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;redhaMu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tuhan yang Satu, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;isikan masa senggangku&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dengan ingatan tentangMu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;bukan angan-angan palsu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;agar aku...tidak menzalimi diriku&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Okay sayangs? Maaf salah silap terkasar bahasa. Slamat ari raye...saye takde baju raye...sy cume nk makan kueh raye.Okeh korang. gtg. nk amek barang2 kat Inted. Tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-3229706400454685623?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3229706400454685623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=3229706400454685623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3229706400454685623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3229706400454685623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-gala-bingo.html' title='Lets Gala Bingo!'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SqooExq9sbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/68TBNilk440/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-1006407279126129363</id><published>2009-09-09T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:03:30.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Espana, jadilah milik kami semula</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bac74b147827bd42" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbac74b147827bd42%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329911961%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A41AF5E72AD5BCF3043DD83BD5668E67FA18924.5F8F0A88FD8E6ECEC37E2CE09B1CAAB85F8A232B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbac74b147827bd42%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_M9bGphh0IerYg8SibEwuO78w7U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbac74b147827bd42%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329911961%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A41AF5E72AD5BCF3043DD83BD5668E67FA18924.5F8F0A88FD8E6ECEC37E2CE09B1CAAB85F8A232B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbac74b147827bd42%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_M9bGphh0IerYg8SibEwuO78w7U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan yang berlalu jangan dibiarkan pergi. These last 10days is a bonus for us. Jom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-1006407279126129363?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1006407279126129363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=1006407279126129363&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1006407279126129363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1006407279126129363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/09/espana-jadilah-milik-kami-semula.html' title='Espana, jadilah milik kami semula'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-6829240154269560076</id><published>2009-09-07T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:59:51.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TORA datang lagi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mulanya Ramadhan, aku menangis haru&lt;br /&gt;punya teman sama mengabdi padaNya&lt;br /&gt;makbul sudah doa yang lalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengahnya Ramadhan, aku menangis pilu&lt;br /&gt;bimbang ibu sendiri&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku tahu Dia di sana&lt;br /&gt;Lalu aku bisikkan pengharapan untuknya&lt;br /&gt;lewat malam aku berdua dengan Dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menjelang akhir Ramadhan rinduku membuncah&lt;br /&gt;ingin bertemu Ramadhan seterusnya&lt;br /&gt;agar dapat aku rasakan lagi&lt;br /&gt;Rahmat seperti ini&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/4380358196898809421-6829240154269560076?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6829240154269560076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=6829240154269560076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6829240154269560076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6829240154269560076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/09/tora-datang-lagi.html' title='TORA datang lagi!'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-4696521060812332297</id><published>2009-08-30T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T11:30:26.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>air pressure dlm flight</title><content type='html'>On reaching Malaga from Gatwick, the air pressure made my ear ache. The penetrating pain was killing. Sangat saket. I told Mira, and she said it will soon be over. Inhale, exhale. Minutes seem like years. And the pain grew stronger. I feared my head would burst, not realizing that tears started rolling down my cheeks. At that time, if it is my time, i pray that i would never loose grip on Him. I wish that till my last second, my heart stays with Him. The pain made me think of my purpose in the world, and that scares me. I am afraid the 22 years of my life is wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before departure, i search for the source of my three ultimate worries, which are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was afraid that i cant stand the weather, its awful hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid that the flu will get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid that something happened during the journey which will deter the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I failed to get the answer. Then i decided that i cannot do anything. The next day, i wonder why do i bother to be worried for i have prepared and double check everything. Ive made my list and stuff. Why should i worry when He is there. Why should i? Didnt i believe in Him? Didnt i know that he's closer than the jugular veins? Alhamdulillah, everything went well. Will update the pictures later. Tata!&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/4380358196898809421-4696521060812332297?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4696521060812332297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=4696521060812332297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4696521060812332297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4696521060812332297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/air-pressure-dlm-flight.html' title='air pressure dlm flight'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-8772210629171476925</id><published>2009-08-24T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T07:55:16.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tamat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Telah tamat perintah berkurung...ecewah. Aku tak buat mende pon. Demam. Alhamdulillah, Allah uji jugak bagi demam. Doakan la eh aku tabah demam sambil puase dan pergi berjalan2. Juga akan menjadi experience pertama aku tido airport Malaga besok mlm. Urm, aku rs nk bawak blanket, bantal, winter jacket bla bla bla. Sbab kalau aku tak tahan sejuk camne? Aku dah la demam kan. Urm...aduh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jangan takut, Allah ada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Byes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love, Awatif.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-8772210629171476925?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/8772210629171476925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=8772210629171476925&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/8772210629171476925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/8772210629171476925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/tamat.html' title='tamat'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-1968914958037030970</id><published>2009-08-18T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:02:57.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jangan kawan ngan die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SorCmvBFg7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/lVoCbnc1ZJw/s1600-h/tikugile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SorCmvBFg7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/lVoCbnc1ZJw/s320/tikugile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371319476304577458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;korang, kalau korang jumpe budak neh. sile jangan kawan ngan die sebab:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. die malas nk buat dissertation&lt;br /&gt;2. die asek offtask..amboi2&lt;br /&gt;3. die banyak tido, die banyak makan&lt;br /&gt;4. die ade keje yg penting nk dibuat, tapi die tak buat. eisy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;die skarang tgh didenda oleh awatif adilah.&lt;br /&gt;die hanye boleh off task 2 jam je sehari.&lt;br /&gt;okeh, dah. bye korang. jgn nakal2 ye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingat pesan aku...jangan kawan ngan die sampai weekend neh aje. i lebiu.&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/4380358196898809421-1968914958037030970?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1968914958037030970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=1968914958037030970&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1968914958037030970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1968914958037030970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/jangan-kawan-ngan-die.html' title='jangan kawan ngan die.'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SorCmvBFg7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/lVoCbnc1ZJw/s72-c/tikugile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-5818705499683103601</id><published>2009-08-17T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T04:38:49.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Segmen: Mari Berangan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SolBPLEx8sI/AAAAAAAAAPo/AC2iyimWW7Y/s1600-h/kucing+biase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SolBPLEx8sI/AAAAAAAAAPo/AC2iyimWW7Y/s320/kucing+biase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370895759542710978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SolAbjkHySI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OwRDUZQMue8/s1600-h/Kucing+Kurap.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/_foWygPg9NOY/SolAbjkHySI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OwRDUZQMue8/s320/Kucing+Kurap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370894872763418914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assalamualaikum semua.. (aku ala2 pengacara tv la)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     Aku suka kucing. Everytime aku tengok kucing, mesti aku rs nk dukung dia. tak pun sekurang2nya nk p berborak sat ngan kucing. kan elok bertanya khabar. Aku mmg dah lama ada impian neh, tapi starting date impian neh bermula aku tak sure. Korang nk tawu ke, tanak tawu ke, aku tak kesah. I m gonna write it down anyway. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     Nanti bile dah besar..(aku now neh kecik lagi...mude remaje), aku nk sekotak whiskas sentiase ade dlm keta aku. Sebabnye...everytime aku g pasar or memane tempat yg banyak kucing berkeliaran, bleh la aku bg makan. Aku kesian la tgk kucing2 tuh, mane la derang cr makanan. Kdg2 g kedai makan, ade kucing2 yg dtg meow2 kat sblah, aku jd sedey nk makan. Yelah, aku makan, die tak makan. Aku kenyang, perut die entah2 pedih gila sbab lapar. Oleh itu, dengan adanya sekotak whiskas yg sentiasa ade dlm keta aku, aku bleh la g amek whiskas jap, dan bagi kucing2 tuh makan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     Next, aku nk bela kucing yg saket, buruk, berkurap...ala, jenis2 kucing yg owang tanak pegang pun tuh. Owang asek nk bela kucing lawa, comel. Abes sape nk bela nasib kuceng2 mcm yg aku describe tadi? Sape nk letak ubat kurap kat die? Sape nk cuci luke die? Sape nk mandikan, sikatkan kutu2 die? Sape? Sape? hua....aku sedeyh mengenangkan nasib kuceng2 mcm neh. Aku nk bela derang, at least sampai sehat. Pastuh kalau ade owang nk amek, amekla . Hopefully aku tak berat hati nk kasik owang. Or...aku lepaskan balek kuceng tuh kat tempat aku amek die. Semoga die ok kat sane. Kalau bab kurap, aku insyaAllah boleh ikhtiarkan. Dulu ade jgak kuceng aku yg ade kurap. G farmasi, beli la hydrogen peroxide...ngan ubat kurap kuceng. Tapi untuk anak kuceng, bear in mind that you have to dilute hydrogen peroxide tuh dlu. Taku anak kuceng tuh tak tahan kan. sian die. hurm, pasal luke2 kuceng tuh, bukan la aku tak geli. tapi aku rsnye aku mmg tak geli. haha. cakap merapu. Bukan ape, senang hati bile tengok luke die makin kering. Kalau tak letak ubat, ntah2 maken teruk. Sian kuceng tuh. Mesti die saket. Tapikan..kalau kuceng tuh aku amek hari Isnin, hari Selase die mati. Tak meraung ke aku nnt? Tak sanggup, tapi lagi tak sanggup kalau kucing tuh mati takde owang kebumikan.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Itu sahaja untuk hari ini. Kite jumpa lagi di hari dan waktu yg sama...minggu hadapan. Sayangi kuceng anda!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst: Neh, si Beethoven neh mane pegi? Lame tak ziarah mama die neh. Kalau mama die sampai demam rindu camne?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-5818705499683103601?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5818705499683103601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=5818705499683103601&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5818705499683103601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5818705499683103601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/segmen-mari-berangan.html' title='Segmen: Mari Berangan...'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SolBPLEx8sI/AAAAAAAAAPo/AC2iyimWW7Y/s72-c/kucing+biase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-6912535656799532415</id><published>2009-08-16T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T07:51:32.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the person you're trying to reach...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's away. leave message.&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/4380358196898809421-6912535656799532415?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6912535656799532415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=6912535656799532415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6912535656799532415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6912535656799532415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/person-youre-trying-to-reach.html' title='the person you&apos;re trying to reach...'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-7884734407375287926</id><published>2009-08-13T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:59:12.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of caramel pudding cake, ketika cinta bertasbih dan asics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SoSYNXzECDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZVtw-UljSCQ/s1600-h/asics+GT2140.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SoSYNXzECDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZVtw-UljSCQ/s320/asics+GT2140.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369584011226384434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;malam.&lt;/span&gt; aku dah bertungkus lumus abeskan ketika cinta bertasbih, yang membawa aku balek cairo. ecewah. rindu weyh. pastuh dengan penuh kepura-puraan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(aku konon tak heran jam kul brape, konon tak tggu pon detik 13 august..pdhal mata menjeling2 jam), &lt;/span&gt;aku teruskan membaca ketika cinta bertasbih sambil ingin tggu subuh. takut terlepas lagi. tapi subuh dah lambat, maybe aku tido dulu lah. Tak hope housemates wish lagi, sbab derang br balek dr Belfast. Penat tuh, biar la derang rehat. Pk...pk...nk puase ke tak eh besok. khames, tapi birthday. hurm. tapi mane ade owg ckp takleh puase kalau birthday, aku je la yg gedik2 tanak puase. okeh, jgn layan. teruskan aje puase. bulan shaaban dah nk abes pn. syg la...sementara masih boleh puase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0000&lt;/span&gt; yeay! dah masuk birthday! birthday 2 tahun kebelakangan disambut lebih 24 jam. sbabnye...dr kul 5ptg 12/8 (uk), aku dah celebrate dgn owang kat msia...maknanya...dlm 29 jam aku sambut birthday. suke hati la tiku...sengaje biar laptop bukak, supaya every email masuk aku bleh trus bace...ha ha ha. merepek. tok! tok! tok! uish, tkejut. sape laks ketuk tingkap memalam bute. oh, Nabilah akhirnya dah jadi ahli mesyuarat tingkap. oops. thanks Nabilah.&lt;br /&gt;okeh, owang2 penting dah wish. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bakda 0000.&lt;/span&gt;masa untuk muhasabah diri...kita muha'sabah' ye, bukan muha'sarawak'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pagi 1308. &lt;/span&gt;nk buat ape yeh...takde mende sgt pn. agak free, sbab puase kan. takde nk makan..so bleh la bace buku banyak2. aku suke puase, walaupun aku asek teruji nk bukak puase, sbab aku rs aku banyak mende bleh buat. bleh terdampar atas katil, bace buku dengan bahagia. sebab dah tak larat nk gerak...tukar langsir. telefon family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tghari&lt;/span&gt;. okay, bau dr dapur yg menyelerakan. isk. derang neh masak nk celebrate bday aku ke eh. alah. sian la plaks kalau tak bgtau aku puase. oleh itu, mase iron langsir, aku bgtau la aku puase. hana - cover yg die dah suh nad kuarkan ayam. tiku - buat2 tak paham. tak best la kalau kantoikan derang. :p. okeyh, kite jgn kacau housemates kite buat persiapan menyambut bday. kite. biarkan aje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mlm&lt;/span&gt;. so aku senyap2 dlm bilek sampai kul 8 lebey. tak larat nk berkurung. pening dah kpale aku. okeyh, g dapur. buat2 tolong. masuk bilek balek. bukak puase, smayang. makan. okayh, ramai plaks yg datang umah. dah sampai mase la tuh. kuhik kuhik. control tiku, control. dah abes makan. ade puding name tiku. yezza! special utk bday girl. okay, ade hadiah2 atas meja. buat2 tak excited. perut terus kenyang. ecewah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeng jeng jeng. &lt;/span&gt;upacara penyampaian hadiah! ahahaha...aku dah agak dah akan dapat hadiah ini...tapi buat2 tak tawu sbab tak sure kan. ehehehe. sampai sekarang aku belum tanggalkan, walaupun kaki aku dah start berpeluh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to housemates (including zati yg dirindui &lt;/span&gt;- balek nnt kami nk dera hang) : tima kasih sangat banyak. dah bertahun aku ngidam ini. juga atas kasih syg yg tak boleh dijual beli.&lt;br /&gt;nabil and ja, the first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wishers, the company&lt;/span&gt; yg dtg makan, iman, mariam, mira (wuhu..jubah pink la nnt), kawan2 yg wish guna segala method yg ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; yg jauh di mata dekat di hati, kalau tak wish pn rs cukup aja (tipu...tipu). ehehehe. mana besa tak wish kan. mesti wish punya. he he. nnt sampai la kad tuh, kak tau. bangmet wish sampai dua kali...mungkinkah dia puasa?love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;owang di benua yg laen&lt;/span&gt; : doakan la ye, dec nnt. ade rezeki insyaAllah sampai. :) wink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurm, itu aje kot. takde azam ape2 utk bday. sbab takyah tggu bday nk berazam. bebile pn aku boleh je berazam. yg penting, besok aku ngedate sama micheal. waduh2, nervous sih! doakan aku nggak gentar ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awatif Adilah Atan @ Abdullah, Happy 21st Bday for 2nd year (tanak 22 taun!). muahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku nk g check wrinkles or uban.&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/4380358196898809421-7884734407375287926?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/7884734407375287926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=7884734407375287926&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/7884734407375287926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/7884734407375287926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-caramel-pudding-cake-ketika-cinta.html' title='of caramel pudding cake, ketika cinta bertasbih dan asics.'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SoSYNXzECDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZVtw-UljSCQ/s72-c/asics+GT2140.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-3398000734754453023</id><published>2009-08-12T05:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T05:52:25.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la la la lat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aku ingin lihat saat kau tidur&lt;br /&gt;saat di pembaringan&lt;br /&gt;saat bibirmu lelah melepas zikir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saat hatimu berkunjung ke semesta sana&lt;br /&gt;memuji tuhanMu, mengEsakan Zatnya&lt;br /&gt;lalu pikiran menerawang&lt;br /&gt;bersulam bersama awan gemawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pingin saksikan matamu berat&lt;br /&gt;dengan sisa tangismu&lt;br /&gt;menyesali dosa yang tak mungkin bisa&lt;br /&gt;kembali ke waktu dahulu&lt;br /&gt;untuk mengikis kotornya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku berhasrat berada bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;tatkala kau tinggalkan kebahagiaan dunia&lt;br /&gt;bila kau lupakan keperluan beradu&lt;br /&gt;untuk kau pergi mengadu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weyh, tiku. g tules chapter 1 la! oops...(sengih2...otak terngiang2 kata2 sini encik Dewan. ouch! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;charlie bit me&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/4380358196898809421-3398000734754453023?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3398000734754453023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=3398000734754453023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3398000734754453023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3398000734754453023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-la-la-lat.html' title='la la la lat?'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-7260372917448648700</id><published>2009-08-11T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:52:24.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On your mark, Get set....GO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SoC_73rHzUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QPZIgZZi1o8/s1600-h/solat.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/_foWygPg9NOY/SoC_73rHzUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QPZIgZZi1o8/s320/solat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368501791103634754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;National Geographic channel and encyclopaedia are one of my favourites. I love to see nature..and  that provide reasons for me to sit for hours on the beach. I am a dweller. Saya kagum dengan rahmat Tuhan yang sebenarnya sangat dekat untuk kita amati. Back to National Geographic, i am amazed by volcanoes. They are wonderful, yet they warn us. Bagi saya...volcano yang meletus sama seperti manusia yang tiba-tiba marah. Mcm cikgu yang lama cuba bersabar dengan karenah students, one day die dah tak tahan...hah kau. kan dah meletus. Begitu juga dengan volcanoes. I like to imagine myself kat tempat insan yang mengalami kejadian itu (walaupun sy sbnanya sgt takut). I imagine me running from the flowing larva, finding shelter, suffocated by the smoke and cocktail of gases. Will i survive? Oleh itu kawan2...doakan saya sampai ke Naples, untuk saya menyaksikan kebesaran tuhan dengan melihat sisa tinggalan letusan Mount Vesuvius. Body cast yang ada di situ mmg terbaek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the earth is rocked by her final earthquake, when the earth shakes off her burden, and man asks...Whats the matter with her? On that day she will tell her news, for your Lord will have inspired her" (Al-Zalzalah 1-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to another 'letusan'. Letusan dunia. Bumi ni meletus ke tak? (Dont ask me, i dont know the answer). All this while...we acts to fulfil our desire..we follow our lust. We do anything we like. Karena kita pengurus khazanah yang  ada di perut bumi ini. Bumi diam sahaja. Kita melata di perutnya, kita tebas hutan, kita rosakkan apa yang ada. Bumi masih bersabar. Kita berbunuhan, kita bermusuhan...kita mempersekutukan Tuhan...nauzubillah. Bumi pejamkan mata. Sampai satu ketika nnt...the day when she couldnt bear it no more, the day God whispers to her to let go of her burden...baru kita nak ternganga. Ala2 kita terkejut bila owang yang pendiam atau ceria sokmo mengamuk gitu. Letusan terakhir ini bukan calang-calang letusan. The final eruption will cause indiscribable ruin that leaves man in awe (but we wont, coz that time we will be busy reflecting our deeds). Dan ketika inilah setiap yang bernyawa akan tenggalam punca, setiap kita akan mula mengira amalan kita di dunia. Takut, risau, bimbang...segala perasaan yang wujud tak mungkin akan dapat kita tafsirkan lagi. Dan di saat ini jugalah ibu tidak akan mengenal anaknya kerana setiap insan akan menjadi selfish, kerana setiap insan itu takut akan pengakhirannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya mmg penakut. Apa aja la yang saya tak takut. Ketakutan saya untuk bergelap masih kuat, membuatkan saya susah untuk bangun malam. Namun kawan2...(ape neh cakap mcm host rancangan kanak2), sangat beruntung owang yang bangun malam. Perasan tak bila lewat malam...mood kita jadi syahdu semacam. Time hening tulah kita jadi romantislah...sayu la...feeling terlebih la, emo segala. Tapi time tuh jgakla time saya akan pejamkan mata rapat2, atau paksa kakmam temankan saya ke tandas. Dahlah suruh teman, paksa borak plak tuh. Bukan apa, saja nk makesure dia tak lari tinggalkan saya sorang2 kat tandas. Time neh jugaklah time paling lena tido. ahahahaha. tambah plak dengan hujan...mmg masyuk la beradu. Kerana keeenakan tido time neh la, pada pendapat saya terletaknya rahsia kenapa owang yang engagae in night vigilance neh tinggi martabatnya di sisi Allah. sebab dia berperang dengan diri sendri. sebab dia mengutamakan Allah dari tidurnya. Dia sanggup meninggalkan katil empuknya, melupakan keperluan rehatnya untuk bangun dan mengesakan Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa lagi kawan2, jom sama2 biasekan diri bangun malam. solat 2 rakaat je pn ok. Pastuh tumbang la balek. saje train diri untuk kaut berkat ramadhan nnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbye. Love you! Assalamualaikum.&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/4380358196898809421-7260372917448648700?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/7260372917448648700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=7260372917448648700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/7260372917448648700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/7260372917448648700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-your-mark-get-setgo.html' title='On your mark, Get set....GO!'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SoC_73rHzUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QPZIgZZi1o8/s72-c/solat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-5967164708622942870</id><published>2009-08-09T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T07:53:22.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hari ini panas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aku pulang&lt;br /&gt;ke malaysia&lt;br /&gt;menaiki haba yang menghangatkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pulang&lt;br /&gt;melihat satu kekosongan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagai ditampar&lt;br /&gt;aku sedar&lt;br /&gt;ada rindu yang tak dapat dilunaskan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak mahu pulang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-5967164708622942870?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5967164708622942870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=5967164708622942870&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5967164708622942870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5967164708622942870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/hari-ini-panas.html' title='hari ini panas'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-6712926794457831207</id><published>2009-08-04T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T04:16:09.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kes kes kes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kes 1: permintaan sewaktu mintak kerja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minah saleh: Would you mind to take the headscarf off during work? coz im afraid of the infection risk&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Minah melayu: owh, i do mind. I am afraid i cant take it off. Will it be okay if leave one here, and change before i start work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minah saleh: owh, i will see to it. I am not sure. You see, because we need to take great care of the hosp reputation. This hospital has 0 percent of infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minah melayu: Its fine then. If i have to loose my headscarf then id rather loose this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan minah melayu itu dapat kerja di situ, dan juga everytime dia dtg..akan ada satu bilek yang kosong supaya dia boleh smayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kes 2: permintaan untuk bercuti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minah lebih kurang saleh la: jom la dtg umah atuknenek i. derang baek, pemurah. Derang pn suke u dtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minah Melayu: boleh2. nnt bile i free i pegi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minah lebih kurang saleh la: tapikan u, sorry eh tapi i rs kne bgtau u. My atuknenek mintak u tanggalkan tudung bile u datang sini. sebab its against prinsip kebebasan derang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minah Melayu: Owh, ye ke. Takpelah camtuh. I g lawat umah sewa u kat Negeri Mat Saleh aje la eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terkedu dengan permintaan kedua yang baru saja diminta tadi. Opps. aku nk la pegi tgk care hidup derang camne. Tapi skali 'bertentangan dengan prinsip kebebasan' derang. Hurm. Juga bertentangan dengan prinsip kebebasan aku. Sebab aku nk bebas amalkan apa yang aku percaya. Takpelah. Laen kali la eh kite jenjalan g sane. he he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kes 3: Kali neh takde dialog. Ak tgh duduk mengelap meja. Mata2 mat saleh yang dari tadi tgk aku masih lagi menghala kepadaku. Aku jadi tak keruan. Mmg la suka attention, tapi kali neh pandangan mereka pelik. So, aku buat keje cecepat. Pastuh ade sorang mamat dtg kat aku, bertanyakan yang aku pakai atas kepala tuh apa. Aku cakap la 'headscarf'. Pastuh die mengekspresskan kepelikan dia sbab dia rasa mesti aku panas gila. Padahal aku lega, sbab kalau tak mesti aku sejuk gila. Sebab aku tak tahan sejuk, tak tahan panas. suma pn tak tahan. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada jugak sekali tuh, aku tgh beratur nk bayar barang kat kedai supermarket. Skali aku rs ada owang tarik tudung aku. Owh, rupanya makcik kat blakang tgh tgk sulaman kat tudung aku. Aish, makcik neh pn. Bgtau la, tak la tertarik tudung aku. Kan dah rosak shape. Haha. Macam-macam kes yang aku rs mesti antara korang ada jugak yang been thru this kan. Kadang2 menguji, kadang2 lawak. Tapi banyak yang boleh diambil pengajaran. Terutamanya cara mengexplain. Sbab kita taknak derang rs offended. And kita taknak derang rs agama ini menyusahkan.Itulah pentingnya ilmu. Supaya boleh terangkan kat owang2 yang curious neh dengan logik,semoga mereka dapat lihat indahnya agama ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nnt la kalau aku teringat cerita ape2 lagi, aku cerita ya. Okay korang. gua tido dlu. nk join beethoven yang dah beradu.&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/4380358196898809421-6712926794457831207?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6712926794457831207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=6712926794457831207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6712926794457831207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6712926794457831207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/kes-kes-kes.html' title='kes kes kes'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-6919225270062362522</id><published>2009-08-02T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:08:41.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>isk. tanak balek die neh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puas kutilik kemana hilangnya&lt;br /&gt;setiap ceruk aku teliti&lt;br /&gt;setiap lapis aku halusi&lt;br /&gt;namun tidak ketemu&lt;br /&gt;di mana kamu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedarlah aku, bahawa dia tak pernah balik lagi&lt;br /&gt;ke sisi kerana dia telah jatuh di sana&lt;br /&gt;di sana di mim sad ra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan ditanya mengapa&lt;br /&gt;hanya jasadku yang pulang ke sini&lt;br /&gt;kerna jiwaku...&lt;br /&gt;masih berlegar menghirup debu Kota Cairo&lt;br /&gt;jiwa itu, masih terbakar bahang Giza&lt;br /&gt;menemani Sphinx yang setia&lt;br /&gt;menyaksikan kemegahan peradaban dunia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hati yang tidak mahu kembali&lt;br /&gt;masih gagah mendaki batu-batu di Jabal Musa&lt;br /&gt;pandangan masih meliar,&lt;br /&gt;meneguk sisa umat yang disesatkan&lt;br /&gt;Ya Tuhan,&lt;br /&gt;keagunganMu membuat aku rase kerdil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbi, izinkan aku ke sana sekali lagi&lt;br /&gt;untuk aku pujuk diri, membawa jiwaku kembali&lt;br /&gt;supaya mampu aku hias indah&lt;br /&gt;kenanganku di sana, dengan tasbih untukMu&lt;br /&gt;menjadi suluh jalanku di titian Sirat&lt;br /&gt;lantas membawaku&lt;br /&gt;ke sisiMu.&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/4380358196898809421-6919225270062362522?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6919225270062362522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=6919225270062362522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6919225270062362522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6919225270062362522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/isk-tanak-balek-die-neh.html' title='isk. tanak balek die neh.'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-447447195664492292</id><published>2009-08-01T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:11:48.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by  Mejah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SnTmnAh0CDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rfvsnqknR5E/s1600-h/tiku.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/_foWygPg9NOY/SnTmnAh0CDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rfvsnqknR5E/s320/tiku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365166613936212018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nama yang diberi:&lt;/span&gt; Awatif 'Adilah Atan@Abdullah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nama tipu2:&lt;/span&gt; Tiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tarikh lahir: &lt;/span&gt;13th August 1987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tempat lahir:&lt;/span&gt; Penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makanan kegemaran:&lt;/span&gt; Pape je, asal tak pedas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minuman kegemaran:&lt;/span&gt; Tak sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hobi: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bukak pintu umah, panggil nama Beethoven. Borak ngan Beethoven. Dukung Beethoven. Tapi malangnya beethoven bukan slalu ada kat umah aku. so, ini adalah ilusi  sahaja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kawan baek: &lt;/span&gt;Sume kawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kawan jahat:&lt;/span&gt; Dah sume kawan baek, mane nk ade kawan jahat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kawan yang dibenci:&lt;/span&gt; Isk, tak baek la benci kawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pengalaman yang tak dapat dilupakan:&lt;/span&gt; G snorkelling kat BlueHole. Sbab sy sangat takut nk mandi laut. Sbab sy penah lemas. Takut ade jaws. Tapi subhanallah, sangat cantik. Mcm ade satu dunia yang laen. Subhanallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cita-cita: &lt;/span&gt;Dr kecik nk jadi veterinar. Ttbe besar bakal jadi cikgu selain isteri kepada orang. (wink!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ucapan: &lt;/span&gt;Selamat Hari Raya dan Maaf Zahir Batin kepada....blablabla. Maaf tahun neh tak balek raya blablabla. Tak sangka menang anugerah neh...blablabla. Iim ngan maman, nnt bagi mama pinjam crayon awak eh. blablabla...pening suda.&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/4380358196898809421-447447195664492292?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/447447195664492292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=447447195664492292&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/447447195664492292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/447447195664492292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-by-mejah.html' title='Tagged by  Mejah'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SnTmnAh0CDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rfvsnqknR5E/s72-c/tiku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-7267978831508419484</id><published>2009-07-24T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:49:52.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When i miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dilah, aku teringat gambaq hang kat mak"&lt;br /&gt;(eh, gambaq? mana satu. ada satu frame gambaq yang aku masukkan dalam beg mak, spy mak bawak p skolah and letak atas meja dia. ada jugak gambaq aku yang aku sendri masukkan dlm purse mak, spy mak nmpak muka aku everytime dia bukak purse. owh. mungkin gambaq dlm purse)&lt;br /&gt;"Mcmana hang bleh suka hati boh gambaq sendri dlm purse mak? Merapu la hang neh"&lt;br /&gt;"Abeh, aku nk mak ingat aku, aku boh la gambaq sendri"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i miss home, or sesape la yang so dear to me. When my heads are full of ideas yg konon2 sweet, maybe i will laksanakan ideas2 tuh at that very moment. Once i feel like i wanna make mak smile, i sent flowers from here. Of course la tak bgtau dulu kan. Tak surprise la. pastuh buat2 call bila bunga tuh dah sampai. But mak will always be mak. Kenal sangat dah ngan anak dia. When she sees that flower basket, die mmg dah agak its from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i feel like, balek msia nnt rs cam tanak inform. Skali ttbe dah terpacul kat pintu umah. Mcm best kan. (skal suma owang takdak, p holiday or mana2, amek ko. ak nk lepak mane.) Ini hanyalah angan2. Mungkin jadi, mungkin tidak. For the time being, aku tak kesahlah ade owang nk amek kat epot ke tak, sbab aku akan turun Bayan Lepas anyway. Amek cab, balek umah. takyah pening2 sesapa nk mai amek. Oleh itu, kena la minimize barang2 from now. Whoa, jom ship suma benda sampai tinggal sehelai sepinggang. Oops. I found myself smiling at this idea. Haish. Tiku! merapu lagi.&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/4380358196898809421-7267978831508419484?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/7267978831508419484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=7267978831508419484&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/7267978831508419484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/7267978831508419484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-miss-you.html' title='When i miss you'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-620653709755706463</id><published>2009-07-23T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:54:01.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagi-lagi saya dan dia</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ini adalah update pasal relationship aku ngan Encik Dewan. Lets cut it short. Last Wed, ive to submit 1000 words on the core issue about my dissertation. I am supposed to meet him tomorrow at 2pm. He sent me my writings with his comment on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Next time, provide a list of reference"&lt;br /&gt;"Aik, Micheal neh tak nampak ke aku dah tules kat bawah tuh"&lt;br /&gt;scroll-scroll-scroll-the references is not there-scroll-check word count-661. Astaghfirullah. Dunia gelap. Cucurku sudah rase pasir. Baru berbuka puasa dengan apple dan cucur, perut rs terlalu kenyang. Heart palpitate. Lutut lemah. Bilik rase panas walaupun heater tak on.&lt;br /&gt;"Pergh. Baek punya. Abes la aku besok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, i am too clumsy. Aku dah terkedu di tepi katil. Ha kau. Aku bingung. Lalu aku teruskan acara berbuka puasa sambil diiringi housemates aku yang aku tau bersimpati denganku tapi takleh tahan nk gelakkan aku. Adoiyai. Tiku..Tiku..&lt;br /&gt;Lalu malam ini, aku diam dan minda berputar. Salah tang mana neh chek? Lame aku pikir. Aha! There you go, laen kali lambat la lagi solat. Lalai dengan Allah, buat keje tak bersungguh. Blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sume salah sendiri, yang penting dulukan Dia,skali lalai dia bagi peringatan mcm neh..baru terase bersalah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orang Islam malamnya bercahaya seperti bulan, dirinya mengabdi untuk Tuhan.Siangnya bercahaya bak mentari, terang menyinari menyuluh duniawi.Allah...terima kasih untuk peringatan ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-620653709755706463?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/620653709755706463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=620653709755706463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/620653709755706463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/620653709755706463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/07/lagi-lagi-saya-dan-dia.html' title='Lagi-lagi saya dan dia'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-4547086672986729196</id><published>2009-07-22T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:51:24.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Smelx1GQkrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZYCSBE-mdO8/s1600-h/ladybug-reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Smelx1GQkrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZYCSBE-mdO8/s320/ladybug-reading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361436156893369010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Recite in the name of your Lord who created" (Al-'Alaq 96:1)&lt;br /&gt;When you read, you can never go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mak taught me to read in such an early age. She did not start with the alphabet, but she starts with syllable. ka ki ku. ta ti tu. That brown book. i remember. Before masuk tadika i am a fluent reader. I dont have my book yet at that time, always needs to borrow Kakmam's fairy tales book. I still remember, it is yellow in colour and she likes Snow White during that time. Maybe she still likes it now. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tak suke pegi tadika sbab cikgu ajar eja ayam. The first day pegi tadika dapat buku latihan. the next day, ive done it all. That creates boredom in tadika. Mak handles library in her school and i grew up accustomed to library. The house is filled with books. Mak and her collection of detective stories...and also Malay literature. Mak was always absorbed with her 'Biggles' and when she is reading, there is no point to talk to her. I was exposed to encyclopedia. I found every fact in the encycopedia as valuable and interesting. My favourite will be about nature and wildlife. Not a surprise that i fond of National Geographic documentary and animals. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every month, when its payday, Mak will come home with a pile of books. Oh how i love that day. Bambino, Kawan. Dewan Pelajar. Mastika. Excitednya! One of the rooms in my house are the 'library'. There is a bookshelf lining the wall. The most collection is Mak's detective stories. Siri Salma, Siri Hadi...maybe sume siri2 penyiasat pn ade. There are also fables from other countries. That was my bedtime stories. You see, i dont read English much. I got this English from the songs and movies. I seldom listen to Malay songs when i was little. Dont ask me why. I watch English movies, but not Disney. Again, dont ask me why coz i wouldnt be able to answer.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Also, every month, Mak will bring Kakmam, Saddam and I to Harfa in Bagan Ajam. This bookstore is the place mak looks for books for her school library. The carboot would be filled with the books and i got to read it first before mak puts it in the library. While mak search for suitable books to order, all three of us will wander in the bookstore. Heaven, seriously. Mcm nk pengsan gembira dapat dok kat bookstore camtuh. What a treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, when i went to secondary school. I lost it all. I do not read anymore. I was just too busy. And i regretted it. Very much.   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak reads Arenawati, A.Samad Said, Keris Mas and other. Me? Ill go to Shahnon Ahmad. Ummi dan Abang Sheikul (cant really recall the title), Shit, my favourite will be 'Detik-detik Diri di Daerah Daif'. Awesome. Kampung Banggul Derdap dan Bukit Srengenge...how can i forget. Ayat2 nye naked. Mmg bare habis. While i was reading the book, my mind was full with questions - 'if i ever write, will i ever be able to write as honest and truthful as his words' I am still looking for that book. Balek nnt mmg nk lepak kat DBP (ill drag line and tasha with me..and Sarah, IF she reads Malay). Ill borong all the novels that i desperately want now. Ramlee Awang Murshid, Habiburrahman El Shirazy and Shahnon Ahmad's Mahabbah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this farway land, where people read like crazy...i hope to bring that habit into my community.&lt;br /&gt;People who read much, for me is the richest people. And by bring a wise person that i can carry out my task as a Khalifah in the short time that i have in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to be continued (not a promise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awatif Adilah&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/4380358196898809421-4547086672986729196?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4547086672986729196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=4547086672986729196&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4547086672986729196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4547086672986729196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/07/jom.html' title='jom!'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Smelx1GQkrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZYCSBE-mdO8/s72-c/ladybug-reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-1084525259113572293</id><published>2009-07-14T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T06:54:56.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue saye dan Dewan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Saturdays:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in my heart we got issues,&lt;br /&gt;dont know if i could hate you or miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiku sings:&lt;br /&gt;Oh Micheal now ive gotta write issues,&lt;br /&gt;Dont know if i wanna run to Mogadishu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Saturdays: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I Feel like I’m going out of&lt;br /&gt;My mind,&lt;br /&gt;Boy the way you do me is a&lt;br /&gt;damn crime,&lt;br /&gt;But then you smile at me&lt;br /&gt;and its all right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiku sings:&lt;br /&gt;All the time, i feel like im going outta my mind&lt;br /&gt;Mike the way you do me still can be considered a normal crime&lt;br /&gt;but then when you supervise my dz, needs me to stay awake all night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Micheal ive got a week to think of my issues&lt;br /&gt;now i think i will need some tissue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Har Har Har...caffeine please....&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/4380358196898809421-1084525259113572293?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1084525259113572293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=1084525259113572293&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1084525259113572293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1084525259113572293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/07/issue-saye-dan-dewan.html' title='Issue saye dan Dewan'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-4628868574834579458</id><published>2009-07-11T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:28:45.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalan Pulang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SlkfdsforAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XLxWnYPcNKQ/s1600-h/taubat.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SlkfdsforAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XLxWnYPcNKQ/s320/taubat.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357347826754432002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Di sepertiga malam, terimbau kisah lama.&lt;br /&gt;Di sudut mata hati terlintas segala noda-noda yang lalu&lt;br /&gt;bagai laut tak bertepi&lt;br /&gt;takut mencengkam diri&lt;br /&gt;Di mana jalan kembali?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku padaMu, walaupun jauh tersimpang...terkandas&lt;br /&gt;tetapku mencari cintaMu&lt;br /&gt;Padaku tunjukkanlah jalan pulang&lt;br /&gt;Lebarkan lembayung rahmatmu dengan cahaya imanMu oh tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah ya Tuhanku,&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana harus aku tebus...?&lt;br /&gt;tak sanggup aku menjai daun kering di padang mahsyarmu oh Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai terjentik rasa kacau dalam diri sepanjang perjalanan ini, lindungi aku dari rasa putus asa.&lt;br /&gt;Apa erti pilihan ini andai tidak diuji, namun kadangkala langkahan terhenti..Pandangan samar dek kehitaman dosa-dosa yang lalu. Terlalu hina untuk bertemuMu, namun keampunan yang dijanjikan membuat segala keperitan seperti pelangi. Indah namun sukar disentuh. Yang pasti pelangi itu ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My servants who have committed excesses against themselves, do not despair of Allah's Mercy. Surely Allah forgives all sins. He is Most Forgiving, Most Merciful. Turn to your Lord and surrender yourselves to Him before Chastisement overtakes you; for then you will receive no help. (Az-Zumar:53-54)&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/4380358196898809421-4628868574834579458?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4628868574834579458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=4628868574834579458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4628868574834579458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4628868574834579458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/07/jalan-pulangd.html' title='Jalan Pulang'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SlkfdsforAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XLxWnYPcNKQ/s72-c/taubat.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-5849029044179057560</id><published>2009-07-06T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:34:10.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bila larut malam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bila..larut...malam...tra kucha...tara kucha cha cha...suasana sepi...lalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okeyh. saya ingin melaporkan bahawa sang beethoven semakin belagak dengan saya&lt;br /&gt;dan membuatkan saya rs nk penyek die kat dinding. beetho...kan mama g amsterdam arituh.&lt;br /&gt;i know youve waited kat depan pintu (nabilah bgtau), and rumours has it that you kencing in&lt;br /&gt;my room. But ive check dear. its the tap leaking...and abes carpet bilek basah. i dont blame&lt;br /&gt;you. I even bought whiskas milk tau. apsal la jual mahal. nk dtg umah pn kene panggil ka.&lt;br /&gt; isk2...tak sian ke mama dok sowang2. bEethOven BelAgaK!eeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii aku nk&lt;br /&gt;dukung kucing!!! nk kucing! nk kucing! nk kucing.... wawawawawawawawawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;beethovenblagaksampaiatibuatmamacamnetakpatutsungguhtaksenonohtaksianke&lt;br /&gt;mamarinduabeswhiskasnehsapenkmakantakkanmamaplakyangnkmakanbuatbreakfast&lt;br /&gt;cerealtakdekejenyenkmakanwhiskas.Beethoven...bgtaumakbeethobelagaknntmama&lt;br /&gt;balekmalaysiasapenklayanbeethohapdanmukenntawakplakrinduhabarutawu&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/4380358196898809421-5849029044179057560?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5849029044179057560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=5849029044179057560&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5849029044179057560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5849029044179057560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/07/bila-larut-malam.html' title='bila larut malam'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-220452924294102639</id><published>2009-07-06T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:16:44.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nah.hadiah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;ini adalah hadiah untuk korang2 yang melapangkan mase jengah blog merepek neh. tiku malas la nk bt esaimen...aduhai. tapi...kite takleh malas2 sebab kite owang Islam. Owang Islam menepati masa kerana kita telah dididik dengan waktu solat yang wajib kita patuhi. imran pn tau time azan kene senyap sbg tanda menghormati azan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sume angkat tangan, nk bace doa neh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wahai Rabb, jadikan kami hambaMu yang mengingatiMu setiap detik dalam hidupnya. Jadikan kami hamba yang tidak menzalimi diri kami sendiri. Ya Allah, semoga setiap langkah kaki yang kami hayunkan menbawa kami dekat dengan syurgaMu, menjauhkan kami dari azab nerakaMu. Wahai tuhan yang Maha Mendengar, kami ingin waktu terakhir kami dalam pelukan rahmatMu. Janganlah engkau simpangkan hati yang telah kembali berada di jalanMu. Tetapkan perjalanan hidup ini di jalan yang engkau redhai. Sesungguhnya kami hanya hamba yang lemah, hanya kepadaMu kami bergantung harap. Ampuni dosa kami ya Allah,dosa ibu bapa dan muslimin dan muslimat. Satukan hati kami untuk berjuang di jalanMu. Amin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-style: italic;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;psst: iim, apsal la pukul maman, sian die sembunyi bawah dashboard. Abang maman takde plak pukul2 awak. Mama balek nnt awak nakal2, mama lastik. love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9xGCeIERlY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9xGCeIERlY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-220452924294102639?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/220452924294102639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=220452924294102639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/220452924294102639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/220452924294102639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='nah.hadiah.'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-5969913399320749649</id><published>2009-07-06T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:18:01.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mengapa kita jauh...</title><content type='html'>saat ini aku rasakan december itu terlalu jauh. takkan terkejar oleh langkahan ini walau aku pecut sederas mana pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ngeteh+rotibakarnganmakandtok/buliiimandmaman/cubitlastikanaksedareyangnakal/bawakbudakkecikberduerondanaekbasikal/&lt;br /&gt;bukakmateterusmaenkucing/lepaknganfarid/bebelkankakmelia/kuarnganboprenmamat/rempitkerumahtok.makngah.cikli/turunjblepaknganzatinaemyangrindutapitanakngaku/bulisarahWNG123/carigaduhngansepettam/merjaukngadegeligelidengantam/bagisarahnangestaktentupasal/sklatasrooftop/turuntganukacohafiznntdiebawakjenjalan/supayamtakpedasscud/paklang/amjalmidvalley/joggingkonon/kuargpasar/rondarondapasarmalam/durian/rambutan/manggis/murtabak/charkoeyteowbertam/ngadengadedengansaddam/antaiimmamangtadika/balekstfsajecucimate/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh. its endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AKUNAKBALEKMALAYSIALAWEYH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-5969913399320749649?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5969913399320749649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=5969913399320749649&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5969913399320749649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5969913399320749649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/07/mengapa-kita-jauh.html' title='mengapa kita jauh...'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-4108616176344614296</id><published>2009-06-23T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:18:53.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>satu demi satu kembali, tinggal kita menanti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kematian itu satu pengajaran. Lihat saja sekeliling kita, satu persatu insan yang kita kenali telah kembali menyahut panggilan Ilahi. Benar, hidup ini terlalu singkat untuk kita serahkan jiwa. Amat pendek masa untuk kita bergembira semahu-mahunya. Saya suka mengamati perumpaan syurga di dalam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al-Ra'd: 23-24 dan Muhammad:15.&lt;/span&gt; Kerana saya irihati dengan insan yang memiliki tempat di situ. Pengakhiran untuk insan keliling kita yang telah pergi itu sudah berlalu. Bagaimana khabar pengakhiran kita. Saya dahulu tidak mampu tidur dalam suasana gelap gelita kerana bimbang dengan 'momok', tapi kini saya tidur dalam keadaan hitam pekat. Muhasabah untuk suasana kita di dalam kubur. Genap setahun abah pergi, air mata masih berlinang. Saya masih kerap terjaga pada waktu awal pagi, dan saya selalu berkira-kira untuk menelefon dan bertanyakan khabar arwah. Kerana itulah aktiviti saya sebelum arwah pergi. Walau telah saya hilangkan telefon hijau itu dari pandangan mata, kadang-kadang saya terlupa dan bingkas bangun ingin mencapainya. Kepedihan yang berbekas tambah melunakkan hati. tanpa luka dan calar balar seperti ini, manakan mampu kita memiliki sel kulit yang baru bukan? Saya yg sememangnya cepat tersentuh emosi, bertambah-tambah mudah mengalirkan airmata. Berita kepulangan ayahanda 2 sahabat saya membuat saya ingin balik berlari dan memeluk keduanya. Ingin saya khabarkan kepada mereka, bahawa Allah tidak akan pernah menghadiahkan ujian itu jika mereka belum bersedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Al-fatihah buat Atan@Abdullah b. Zainal Abidin, dan semua muslimin muslimat yang kini berada disampingNya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-4108616176344614296?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4108616176344614296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=4108616176344614296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4108616176344614296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4108616176344614296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/06/satu-demi-satu-kembali-tinggal-kita.html' title='satu demi satu kembali, tinggal kita menanti'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-7798064705194456324</id><published>2009-06-19T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:22:51.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SjtnN4FeugI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vvG6Zvt2d60/s1600-h/hehe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SjtnN4FeugI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vvG6Zvt2d60/s320/hehe.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348982470523927042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;wah...aku ade kakak yg buat master kat Exeter lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kakmam2...kita jumpa kakak kita lagi satu la....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-7798064705194456324?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/7798064705194456324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=7798064705194456324&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/7798064705194456324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/7798064705194456324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SjtnN4FeugI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vvG6Zvt2d60/s72-c/hehe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-1267210625928209765</id><published>2009-06-16T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:22:52.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Sje39Zoeo0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/dteuG4pZris/s1600-h/self_help_library_home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Sje39Zoeo0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/dteuG4pZris/s320/self_help_library_home.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347945348006323010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one side of the story-technology fails me. It puts me off since i can only use the computer when im in library or ivillage or places like that. However, i feel blessed because this situation makes me think-if only i have the laptop with me, will i be focusing on my work. get the idea? nope? okay...ill explain then. &lt;br /&gt;Currently, i can only use the net or 'word' around 9am-8pm. I can use it before class (in the computer-room-next-door) or up to 8pm in the library. There is a 24-hour computer room, but i will only use it if my life's on the brink. So, there goes the limited usage of the net. BUT...since i cant surf in the room, i spend most of my time reading. Read..and read..and read. Finished JK Rowling's, starting on Sophie Kinsella. not forgetting my academic reading. i think this is the answer of my prayers. Used to pray for more time to read. I like lying in bed, just read. Wishing for more time in the library. Now i know what people meant when they say that God works miraculously. Not much interruption from the internet. Selamat dari offtask. My fingers are aching for writing more that i am used to, but thats okay. Lets call it &lt;em&gt;internalizing data&lt;/em&gt;. Still thinking of getting a new laptop, but thats a 50-50. That would cost me a fortune kan, so need to think about it thoroughly. So, there i go.Love you. da~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-1267210625928209765?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1267210625928209765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=1267210625928209765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1267210625928209765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1267210625928209765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/06/technology.html' title='technology'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Sje39Zoeo0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/dteuG4pZris/s72-c/self_help_library_home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-1889478718043267942</id><published>2009-06-14T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:48:19.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>could you please be good, just this time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know youve been with me alla time, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and i thank you for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;really loves your company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like to trace my finger on your body, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tap on your....ehem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and i know you like my touch, (smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you keeps me awake at night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(dont tell me you forgot our sleepless night)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just never grew bored of you. i love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but dear, could you please let me know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;things that made you cold lately.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i didnt wanna replace you. nope.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sbab aku takde duet weyh nk beli laptop baru. wawawawawawawa.... T__T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now neh aku dah saket kpale sbab tahan diri dari mengamuk, (dah lame kot tak rs nk burst camneh). Tapi takkan la aku nk burst kat laptop neh kan. haiya. Dah la aku kat libry neh. Serious aku takleh buat esaimen lagi neh. maybe not until ptg neh sbab mood aku dah takde. Oleh itu, im just gonna go back, and on laptop lagi skali and transfer segale yg patut ke hard drive (ke hard disk???), and email (in case takleh detect HD aku). walau selame mane pun ia mengambil mase. Sambil2 tuh aku nk basuh baju, mandi...blablabla...mintak2 beetho dtg, bleh aku dukung2 die...sabar tiku sabar. Pastuh aku nk bace Harry Potter, and buat esaimen dengancara traditional: tules tangan! tata~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eyh, chup! Rasulullah ade pesan kat sahabat: 'jangan marah'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kenape marah tak brape best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Marah-jantung pam darah laju-cepat la darah ngalir to parts of body.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rgan2 berfungsi dengan cepat (taktawu la nk kate effective ke) - excrete hormone yg banyak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hormone2 yg berlebihan weakens immune system - penyakit lah ape lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lagipun, kalau marah..muke berkedut. haiya. nk awet mude tak? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oleh itu, aku nk balek mandi. semoge sejuk sikit. kalau tak sejuk jugak, aku nk tido. semoge bangun nnt aku ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;erm..btw, kalau korang nk buat amal jariah, boleh la sedekat sepound due kat aku buat tabungan beli laptop. Eish, Siyes aku nk nanges. dah. bye.&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/4380358196898809421-1889478718043267942?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1889478718043267942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=1889478718043267942&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1889478718043267942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1889478718043267942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/06/could-you-please-be-good-just-this-time.html' title='could you please be good, just this time?'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-4667851145609043160</id><published>2009-06-11T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T04:57:07.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Ucp Marjon, Plymouth. UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SjF6w6KHKYI/AAAAAAAAANw/GTSwd0xAnb4/s1600-h/hsemates4.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/_foWygPg9NOY/SjF6w6KHKYI/AAAAAAAAANw/GTSwd0xAnb4/s320/hsemates4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346189213329467778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SjF6tWqd7sI/AAAAAAAAANo/fR47IsTK_5U/s1600-h/hsemates3.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/_foWygPg9NOY/SjF6tWqd7sI/AAAAAAAAANo/fR47IsTK_5U/s320/hsemates3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346189152261893826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SjF6qMHooMI/AAAAAAAAANg/Alh42Xlh6Pc/s1600-h/hsemates2.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/_foWygPg9NOY/SjF6qMHooMI/AAAAAAAAANg/Alh42Xlh6Pc/s320/hsemates2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346189097891832002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SjF6mMX6Y_I/AAAAAAAAANY/WC1LJjiTEsE/s1600-h/hsemates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SjF6mMX6Y_I/AAAAAAAAANY/WC1LJjiTEsE/s320/hsemates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346189029240628210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kawan2 macam bebudak kat atas neh of course la tak termasuk aku kan)...mane nk cari ooo. Baek, cantek, caring, pandai memasak (aku dah kate...doesnt include me lah!). Utk parents derang: bahagie ade anak2 cam budak bertiga neh. Kpd Yubi, Zaidi, Abg Fakhri - beruntung tau! abes la bulat dpt derang yg pandai masak...aku pn membesar 'vertically'. Kepade bakal anak2 derang...ur mum is very precious. mcm mutiara kat laut merah. ecewah. ade ke mutiara kat laut merah? kene g lagi skali nmpaknyer utk check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadhirah:&lt;/span&gt; Lembut memujuk ala seorang kakak. Selalu mengalah supaya tidak berbalah. Semakin terer bab menyanyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Izzati:&lt;/span&gt; As wise as a mother. Air tangan die yg buat ktrg slalu dengar ckp die. Hantu maen mafia wars. Geng Jamie Oliver. Mak die nk dtg nnt...boleh tumpang kasih syg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hana&lt;/span&gt;:Geng kepala gonjeng, tapi die ade element manje sket. Boleh karaoke pepagi bute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kawan2 di atas : you are a blessing.  Definition of friends dah tak valid utk korang, sbab nk kate kawan...tak sangat ah. more to adik bradik kot. Tapi yang penting, "Ya Allah, temukan aku dengan bidadari-bidadari ini dalam SyurgaMu..ampunkan dosa2 kami..".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-4667851145609043160?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4667851145609043160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=4667851145609043160&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4667851145609043160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4667851145609043160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/06/20-ucp-marjon-plymouth-uk.html' title='20 Ucp Marjon, Plymouth. UK'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SjF6w6KHKYI/AAAAAAAAANw/GTSwd0xAnb4/s72-c/hsemates4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-1649933833016434669</id><published>2009-06-02T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:49:17.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wek wek wek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fail to shut my mind while im sleeping&lt;br /&gt;i fail to stay wide awake when during the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the wrinkles starts to appear&lt;br /&gt;and large amount of concealer doesnt seem to hide the dark colour&lt;br /&gt;underneath the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha, dah tuh, apsal dok melepak kat blog. haish!&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/4380358196898809421-1649933833016434669?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1649933833016434669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=1649933833016434669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1649933833016434669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hati&lt;br /&gt;merenung ke kaki dan&lt;br /&gt;putarkan kembali waktu yang telah sia sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan kemudian&lt;br /&gt;dia menghela lelah yang lama diam di lubuk&lt;br /&gt;"usah dicari dia selagi kau belum menemukan bayangmu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kembali dia kepada Dia&lt;br /&gt;kerna bukan dia yang dia mahukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan di sini,&lt;br /&gt;dia putuskan untuk berhenti.&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/4380358196898809421-2190409999859061482?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2190409999859061482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=2190409999859061482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2190409999859061482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2190409999859061482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-coloured-traffic-lights.html' title='one-coloured traffic lights'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-2318488437286649723</id><published>2009-05-26T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:39:32.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ Aries (14th and 9th April)</title><content type='html'>Cintai aku,&lt;br /&gt;seperti Atan mencintai Jamilah&lt;br /&gt;sehingga terzahir airmata lelakinya,&lt;br /&gt;kerana takut ditinggalkan didunia&lt;br /&gt;tatkala dia berbicara dengan rahmatNya yang lima,&lt;br /&gt;diwaktu Hawa itu derita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seperti Atan mencintai Jamilah,&lt;br /&gt;hartanya dikongsi bersama,&lt;br /&gt;suka bersama, duka berdua&lt;br /&gt;walau perit, masih tertawa&lt;br /&gt;selalu berdua, membonceng kapcainya&lt;br /&gt;melewati detik2 muda remaja, sewaktu bercinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasihi aku,&lt;br /&gt;seperti Jamilah mencintainya Atan,&lt;br /&gt;yang saat akhir cintanya itu,&lt;br /&gt;masih redha walau akan sendirian menempuhi harinya&lt;br /&gt;lalu dengan tenang, melepaskan genggaman&lt;br /&gt;dihiasi malamnya dengan bicara dengan Tuhannya&lt;br /&gt;untuk kesejahteraan si dia di sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seperti AJ Aries yg kekal menghiasi kalungan emas itu,&lt;br /&gt;seperti cinta yang hilang dimata, diganti dengan doa.&lt;br /&gt;cintai aku seperti itu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-2318488437286649723?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2318488437286649723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=2318488437286649723&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2318488437286649723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2318488437286649723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/05/aj-aries-14th-and-9th-april.html' title='AJ Aries (14th and 9th April)'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-3204076515520636745</id><published>2009-05-25T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:37:33.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Fatima Kirana Khalija al-Masoud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ShsdTSwKR0I/AAAAAAAAANI/WOVvD79CCPA/s1600-h/Picture+012.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/_foWygPg9NOY/ShsdTSwKR0I/AAAAAAAAANI/WOVvD79CCPA/s320/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339894000466413378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ShsdOA545PI/AAAAAAAAANA/TS6Sqq5ilHo/s1600-h/Picture+002.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/_foWygPg9NOY/ShsdOA545PI/AAAAAAAAANA/TS6Sqq5ilHo/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339893909776033010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ShsdISrQvOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VsocEHqaqts/s1600-h/Picture+014.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/_foWygPg9NOY/ShsdISrQvOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VsocEHqaqts/s320/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339893811467304162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ShsdCjKHTNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/mpXV17QSJG0/s1600-h/Picture+005.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/_foWygPg9NOY/ShsdCjKHTNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/mpXV17QSJG0/s320/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339893712812461266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Shsc8UA9n8I/AAAAAAAAAMo/nvsDAieO_8A/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Shsc8UA9n8I/AAAAAAAAAMo/nvsDAieO_8A/s320/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339893605668331458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Shsc2Id3jPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zPXawjLuSRE/s1600-h/Picture+009.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/_foWygPg9NOY/Shsc2Id3jPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zPXawjLuSRE/s320/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339893499489127666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet...demure...and, exotic! spends her time writing poetry and well versed in middle eastern work. best of all, she's only 16. Vote for me to marry Sultan of Melaka. Not that Tom Yam Kung or Curry Candidates. sape rs aku vain, senyap sudah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-3204076515520636745?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3204076515520636745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=3204076515520636745&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3204076515520636745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3204076515520636745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/05/princess-fatima-kirana-khalija-al.html' title='Princess Fatima Kirana Khalija al-Masoud'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ShsdTSwKR0I/AAAAAAAAANI/WOVvD79CCPA/s72-c/Picture+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-8092110874101023432</id><published>2009-05-24T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:16:12.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jin dai bun sara lu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ShnxRaMvQfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/knFbJHEiNbU/s1600-h/flashman20team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ShnxRaMvQfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/knFbJHEiNbU/s320/flashman20team.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339564114617254386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha. kecik2 dlu korang suke tgk cite ape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLASHMAN&lt;br /&gt;ini mmg cerite yg menyentuh emosi. episode last flashman tuh, tiku ponteng mengaji. siap nk nanges bile derang sume balek balek ke planet derang. mmp lagi mlm tuh. isk. mmg tngkap cintan sama bun. (bun tuh flashman kaler biru). die dah ah ensem, kaler biru plak tuh. mungkin time tuh la tiku jd obsess ngan biru. now dah tak sangat. (aku tipu). siaran flashman ari isnin kul 5 ptg, tv2 kot. tak sure. nnt slalu ade owang yg mcm semut merah tuh, ala...yg mulut die ade mcm sepit crab byk2, and boleh grak2. tumbuk skali je dah bleh mati. pastuh ade sotong satu mate, yg bos jahat tuh dtg. kalau derang nk transform nnt die ckp "shut goggle'. baru skarang aku phm ape maksudnye. ceh. dulu kecik2 pakai cakap je. hampeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELETUBBIES&lt;br /&gt;tadi azar kantoi tgk teletubbies sbab die tau name2 derang. tiku tak sure tinky winky and dipsy kaler ape. g google ah. tapi cite teletubbies mmg tak byk cakap kan. cute la. siyes cute. mule2 menyampah sbab mcm ntah pape ah cite tuh. tapi skali TERtengok. pastuh lekat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okeh. bosan lagi. nk tido ah. bye.&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/4380358196898809421-8092110874101023432?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/8092110874101023432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=8092110874101023432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/8092110874101023432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/8092110874101023432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/05/jin-dai-bun-sara-lu.html' title='jin dai bun sara lu.'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ShnxRaMvQfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/knFbJHEiNbU/s72-c/flashman20team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-2188405637700146535</id><published>2009-05-24T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:34:57.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i should be sleeping, really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pernahkah Engkau Nak Ambil (kisah) Tentangku? - PENAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ecewah, pandai tak tiku buat mende alah kat atas neh. I wish i would write about something else but...tada~ here i am. About this thing - the Malaysian Fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you did not realize that you barely spend time at home, and ttbe mate panda mcm mate kite (sbab mate kite lagi teruk dr mate panda), and kite terlupe yg mulut. kite ade ulcer...ape maknenyer itu. Owh, ade lagi...dan bile kite ckp merapu2, pastuh kite rs owang yg ckp ngan kite cakap tak kene topic, ape maksudnyer??? maknenyer.... ko PENAT la ngeng! merujuk kepada amende ntah yg owang panggil tuh (bukan acronym), penah tak kite pk ape owg laen rs? meaning, yelah, kite penat, pastuh bile kite tgk owang skeliling kite tuh...derang rs penat tak ek. Okeh, kerana sy tak ngantok, cume kepale weng-weng, i dont really see the point of this post. Bace la kalau nk, kalau taknak sudah. Bukan tiku byr suh bace, and bukan korang byr tiku pn kalau nk bace kan. kuang kuang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh, mengapakah topic ini yg diutarakan when i should utarakan mimpi (di ketika ini?) sebab... i was observing ppl. ppl and the way the handle things. Yg tak best tuh kite senyap2 jelah kan. Yg best tuh kite ikot la kan. I am very interested in owang yg u kasik die keje, die mmg buat smpy habis. Alah kire cam u kasik a task, and die tau task die, and tak payah bersuruh. Cukup mase, siap la. Paham ke tak? Tak paham takyah tanyer, tiku tak pandai nk terangkan. Okeh, sambung balek. Sebabnyer, i am easily distracted kalau buat keje. payah weyh. nk focus sejam pn susah kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, dah takde idea pasal topic tuh. tukar plak lah. ha, pastuh kan, kalau penat2 kan... (alah, jenis penat yg rs bdn shaking, lemah lutut segale tuh), ape yg akan membuatkan korang still boleh go on? eye candy? ha, mmg la. (lantak la korang nk jawab ape, ini blog aku kan). Ade eye candy, mmg la bleh go on. penat buat keje, sekali dtg beetho dgn muke manje. aduh. terlupe plak tgh penat. sbnanyer bukan beetho kan tku? (ntah, tatawu). issue eye candy menjadi issue fevret tiku and ilani suatu ketika dulu. ktrg suke list kan eye candy. uit. stuck la topic neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tukar. owang dan keje halus. haish. when i observe ppl dengan keje2 berseni neh, this thought  will never fail to cross my mind :"bile la aku nk boleh buat camneh?". bukan sebab tak nak, tapi takde talent. u nk suh i nyanyi, ok. nk suh i nari, no prob. nk suh i bersukan, boleh tahan la. nk suh i melukis....itu mmg chuak chuak chuak takot (versi video nora dlm facebook). parah la kalau nk tiku melukis. hancur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time berlakon. never thought i would act. not once. tapi sy selesa dengan orang2 keliling sy. siyes. entah. rs selese lah. sbab sume housemates pn berlakon. tapi kesian ngan zati arineh, sy menjauhkan diri. sebab muke die menakutkan. takut takleh tido malam. huahuahua...die jd nenek kebayan. muke scary. tanak tgk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next. bile korang sedar yg korang byk keje, tak cukup tido segale..korang buat ape utk makesure korang boleh menempuhi jam2 yg mendatang? ade owang yg akan ttbe jadik moody and abes marah owang keliling. ade yg bilek die jadi tunggang langgang. ade yg tak sempat mandi lah hapelah. korang? (okeh, simpan jwpan dlm hati). i would try to make sure yg ape yg patut buat, dibuat. meaning, balek penat sume kan, tapi baju tak basuh lagi kan. i would tahan mate jap, basuh la yg penting2. yg boleh KIV, KIV la dlu. Bukan ape, 1. kalau biar, kang ttbe nak gune kan susah, takde baju. 2. kalau biar lame2 pn nnt kene basuh jugak. 3. biar baju bertapuk kang busuk la. aiseyh. 3. ade je kan kawan2 kite yg jenis bz mcm nk mampos, and yet derang still kemas, nmpak terurus mcm byk je mase die. kan best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bosan la. dah. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: post neh takde conclusion. itu homework utk korang.&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/4380358196898809421-2188405637700146535?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2188405637700146535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=2188405637700146535&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2188405637700146535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2188405637700146535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-should-be-sleeping-really.html' title='i should be sleeping, really.'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-345771007074454532</id><published>2009-05-17T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:35:05.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>found it at last :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" width="425" height="344"&gt;This weekend: Harry Potter and Disney mode.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" width="425" height="344"&gt;Ttbe terbrowse balek video neh. and i realize that this actually the words that i wanna say to my little rascals kat umah tuh. &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;Dear abang maman and adik im, &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;Here is a video that mama wants to dedicate to both of you. Takpela kalau tak paham lagi kan. Tgk video tuh pn cukup. Mintak la ibu cite pasal video tuh. Bukan mama ckp awak berdue mcm gorilla tuh or tarzan, tapi sebab one day when you grow up...mama just wants you to know that whatever happens, you can just come to me. Regardless the condition, just come to me. Kalau awak berdue neh pon slalu mama pk, apetah lagi ibu. Mesti la ibu slalu pk pasal awak kan. So, jgn peningkan kpale ibu tau. &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;Hari-hari pon mama teringat kat awak. kadang2 mama tepon maktok, tapi mama dengar je suare awak maen kat blakang. mama tawu awak tgh tgk cite astro ceria. smlm ngan hari sabtu, mama borak ngan abang maman. comel aje la suare awak. eeeiiiii! geram! seb baek abang maman angkat tepon, bleh dengar suare beethoven. kan ade mama cite pasal kucing mama kat sini kan. gemok sangat. kaler oren. die suke la kalau owang dukung die...owang baring atas perut die. die tak kesah. tapi ade je mama kene gigit. tapi tak kesah la. cumenye..mama takleh la nk bawak balek beethoven neh.kan umah kite ade kuceng dah. nnt mama balek mama nk penyek abang maman ngan im. abang maman tuh dah la gebu, pandai pulak borak2. pastuh kulit now neh mcm udang sbab maen rounders. wah. hebatla awak g maen rounders. nnt bleh ajar mama maen rounders eh. adik im, nnt kite bleh duet, bleh merapu skali. kita ajak maktok g balek pulau cr durian bile musim die. pergh. mmg masyuk la kite makan durian kan im. &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okeh. itu je la kot utk awak. besok mama nk kne g jumpe dentist. takut neh. eeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;cepatla balek msia kan. mama dah tak sabar nk bawak awak g ronda2 naek motor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;nak balek umah la. nk balek. nak balek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JIVaUcE4kAM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JIVaUcE4kAM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-345771007074454532?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/345771007074454532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=345771007074454532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/345771007074454532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/345771007074454532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/05/found-it-at-last.html' title='found it at last :)'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-5774946870394275593</id><published>2009-05-16T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:44:14.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>puan, posto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   kalau boleh, hari2 pn nk telefon, bercerita itu ini. penah jugak terfikir, isk sian mak. aku asek tepon. satgi boring plak mak. hehe. dlm sehari kdg2 tak sngaja tepon 2 kali. kadang2 just merely ckp pasal kucing. once, perbualan aku ngan mak hanya berkisarkan kucing yg dulu merupakan penghuni umah yang telah pergi entah kemana, now kucing tuh dah balek balek. mak ckp kucing tuh maybe just nk pegi tgk dunia luar, skali die rase tak best. sbab tuh dia balek umah ktrg balek. Lepas tamtam mati dlu, ade kuceng baru anak branak dtg umah. Aku ngan mak panggil dia 'teddy'. sbab comel mcm teddy. kami jugak suka maen 'cak-cak' a.k.a main agah2 kucing, or aci sembunyi dengan kucing. juga selalu borak2 dengan kucing. kami suka lepak depan tv, sambil lipat kaen yg rs 'garing' sbab hari tuh matahari terik. dari kecik, mak mmg sogokkan ktrg dengan buku. walaupun buku tuh sume bersepah2 atas katil, mak tak bising. myb die lega sbab bile anak die ade sumtin nk buat, takdela kacau die nk rehat kan. Pendek kata, aku dan mak banyak persamaan dari segi kesukaan terhadap kucing, minat baca buku sastera (konon: ini refer to tiku, bukan mak die), mata aku mcm mata mak. senyum aku pn kakmam ckp mcm senyum mak. mmg rambut aku mcm rambut mak. kulit pn sama. uhuhuh...anak mak. ececece. (adik bradik laen jgn la jeles, kasik can kat aku la, aku kan jauh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   sbnanya takde intention nak amek tesl, tapi entah mcmana bila mak suggest amek tesl, and aku igt pasal berkat ikot ckp parents, aku ikotkan aje. alhamdulillah, aku mmg suka this field. now mmg aku nk stay in education line. tak kesah la as cikgu or pensyarah, or maybe owang kat kementerian. ahahaha. brangan nk gubal curriculum ke tiku??hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   for me, mak mmg seorang yg authoritative. ape yg ktrg nk buat sume tak penah dibantah. apa yg aku nk slalunye mmg dapat. klu petang tuh, ikot suke nk kuar kul bape nk maen kat padang, nk balek kul bape pn tak kesah. kalau lepak umah Nabila, smpy malam pn, mak takkan panggil balek. mmg diberi kebebasan sepenuhnya. mungkin mak tau, bile die bagi ktrg sume ikot jln sendri, ktrg tau yg everything 'sendri mau ingat la'. kalau consequencenye buruk, bukan salah die tapi sebab itu pilihan sendri. mcm now, aku mmg suke tgk care mak layan si kecik berdue kat umah. lets say maman or imran nk basuh basikal. mak akan kuarkan basikal, berus and sabun and pasang paip air. lame mane die nk berus tayar, lame mane die nk maen air...maen la. but mak akan keep her eyes on them dr jauh. dulu aku slalu pungut anak2 kucing dr ntah memane...bawak balek umah nk bela. takde plak mak tak kasik. tapi akulah yg akan bertanggungjwb kalau kucing tuh buat mende2 yg tak spatutnye. aku la yg kene kasik makan and stuff. and that is understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   cume skarang neh, bile aku dah betul2 experience life sendiri, nw i realize the hardship faced by her. not fully, but part of it. i wonder how she stands the workload, added by household chores, plus anak2 yg ade karakter sendiri. mase arwah abah sakit dlu pn, sepanjang ktrg borak fon, tak penah skali aku dgr mak mengeluh. and sebab itu, kalau kdg2 kat sini ade sesekali aku stumble, kdg2 ade masenye aku rs tersepit, i would never confide it to mak. Not that i dont trust she would understand, but aku taknak mak risau.&lt;br /&gt;   ketabahan seorang ibu takde tolok bandingnya. (mak korang pn mesti tabah gak kan...go go mak korang). ini tatawu nk elaborate. pegi tgk brape garis kat muke mak korang, mirroring her hardships in life. mase lepas sedar lepas operation, the first thing mak tunjuk kat aku is stokin biru belang2 yg ade jari tuh,dah siap tersarung kat kaki aku. cute. ('cute' refers to the act of tunjuk stokin instead of beri kata2 smangat utk aku yg baru sedar, untuk stokin aku, dan of course untuk aku!haha). owh, before that, otw nk g hosp, mak suh aku nyanyi puas2 dlm keta. mak ckp dah operate nnt takleh nyanyi lame. aku pun taat...start melalak sampai nurse tolak masuk operation theatre. huish. obedient.&lt;br /&gt;   mase balek msia last year, sedih mmg la nmpak kat semua family members. tapi aku tak nampak riak wajah putus asa kat mak. she said mmg la sedey, and arwah abah tak tinggalkan apa2 untuk dia...selain...anak2. hah, part tuh mmg meruntun hati. tapi mestilah aku buat2 ok. sape tau dlm hati aku rs ape kan. takkan aku ttbe nk meraung. kang berjangkit kat owang laen...haru. sebab tuh seboleh-bolehnya aku akan tahan air mata neh dr tumpah mase tuh. mmg la aku sedey aku tak sempat tgk arwah abah for the last time, tapi aku tak sanggup nangis depan derang, lagi2 depan mak.. the moment i stepped in the house, i was greeted with swollen eyes and redden nose. of course that was not the sight that you wish to welcome you,lagi bile you just realize that you had barely sleep, and barely eaten anyhting..tapi takpe, itu sume dah takdir untuk aku. at least dengan kesihatan arwah yg kurang baek before tuh, kami dah dimuhasabah. dah boleh predict its coming. time tuh, bile anyone bercerita ttg arwah abah, ttg apa yg dia pesan dan buat before die pegi, i wish i could witness that. i wish i could have hold his hand for the last time, i wish i could hear his voice di saat2 akhir dia. tapi takpelah. yg itu bahagian aku. aku akan nangis time sume owang dah tido aje. (sbab aku still jetlag time tuh). sbab aku rs, kalau aku sedey, mak tentu lagi sedey. she was the closest to him of course. i wonder how she felt when a part of her ttbe hilang mcm gitu aje. and of course i felt lost sgt2 time tuh. but He showed me the way. He was with me, and still is. tapi bukankah witnessing mak's courage menyedarkan anaknya yg slalu merepek dan ntah ape2 neh..yg...kita (aku dan korang) adalah harta parents kita. untuk parents yg dah takde, doa anak2 yg soleh tuh insyaAllah bantu dia kat sana. kdg2 aku nk je tanya mak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"mak, mak...apa mak rs bila kami anak2 buat hal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"mak pening tak ada anak yg kuat merapu?" : yg neh aku rs aku tawu jwpannya. "nk pening camna, mmg dr yg tua smpy yg muda kaki merapu. dari tok, ke pakngah, cikli, mamat, kakmelia, dilah...sampai la imran. sume kaki merapu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   now neh aku segan plak nk mintak duet ke hape. sbab aku rs since now aku dah tawu berpikir (sblum neh mmg la bleh pk tp emotional sket..hehe), aku patut dah boleh handle diri sendri. Sbabnyer...cukup2 la ape yg mak endure before neh. Bukan la something mcm experience hardship during war ke hape, tapi setiap orang tuh ade dugaan die sendri kan. setiap owang, jalan hidupnya laen2. Sume tuh Allah yg tentukan, bersesuaian dengan diri kita. sometimes i wish i could have some kind like detector, yg boleh kesan kalau2 mak sedih or terasa or runsing. sbab kalau ckp fon, mana nk tawu die rs apa kan. now neh, bile mck ckp "terima kasih sbab telefon," aku mcm kene tampar. sbabnyer...kalau mak berterima kasih ngan aku hanya sbab aku telefon dia, mcm mana aku nk berterima kasih kat mak atas kehadiran dia dlm hidup aku yg slame...brape taun eh? 22 years neh. ha. mcm mane aku nk berterima kasih dengan kasih syg dia, yg buat aku jadi orang? sume tuh aku takkan mampu buat...melainkan, doa yg tak putus untuk dia, sampai la sampai masa aku nnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;   to mak, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;life is nothing without you. kalau diberi peluang pilih mak laen, i would never choose anyone but you. (sapa nk tukaq mak kan...). kdg2 kak risau kalau2 mak sedih, or saket. owh..i do worry. cuma cover. ehehehe. ampun dan maaf dipinta, atas segala salah dan silap, and segala kerunsingan yg telah di'initiate' oleh anak yg sorang neh jugak. Juga ampun dan maaf dipinta dari pihak adik bradik yg laen. Selamat Hari Raya. eh?haha. layan ja lah mak. (to kakak kerani yg maybe baca blog ini juga, selamat hari raya. kalau rajen boleh la pos kueh.kalau sampai sini dah hancur pn takpa.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   owh, pasal raya plak. aku slalu suka beli kad raya untuk mak and arwah abah (ini cerita dulu la, taun neh aku antaq kat krismas, lebeh kurang kat raya la tuh, eh, ke aku tak hantaq eh?). Pastuh aku tules tangan kad tuh (handwritten la ngeng). Pastuh aku sign guna nama:&lt;br /&gt;Ikhlas dari anakanda berlima (lebey kurangla):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Azmir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Akmam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Awatif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saddam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Pastuh aku sendri yg pos, ke alamat umah sendri. Saja suka2. Now neh, kdg2 aku hantaq kad or surat, tapi ke alamat skola mak. Sbab aku brangan la, konon2 kalau mak penat2 keja arituh, bla dpt kad aku, happy la dia. Aku juga telah meletakkan gambar aku sendri dlm frame, and bubuh dlm beg skola mak, supaya mak boleh letak gambaq aku kat meja dia. sbab aku jeles kat meja dia ada gambaq imran and maman. (igt maktok syg awak due je ke? maktok syg mama jugak tau). Okeh. thats all for now. To mak, (again), I lebiu. da~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-5774946870394275593?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5774946870394275593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=5774946870394275593&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5774946870394275593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5774946870394275593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/05/puan-posto.html' title='puan, posto!'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-5763002058355886583</id><published>2009-05-15T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:48:22.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hari ini dalam sejarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Sg2Aq3-iZPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/f5AAfUe-h9o/s1600-h/kittens+signpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Sg2Aq3-iZPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/f5AAfUe-h9o/s320/kittens+signpost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336062607573017842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hari ini Dalam Sejarah'&lt;/span&gt; - lagu ruffedge yg dinyanyikan oleh tiku sewaktu die membonceng motosikal yang 'dipandu' (dipandu? apsal cam pelik) kakaknya. Lagu ini dinyanyikan atas request kakaknya yg suke dengar dia menyanyi. Kerana tiku seorang yg taat, lalu dia nyanyikan lagu ini dengan penuh dynamic lalu mengganggu konsentrasi kakaknya yg sedang 'ride' motosikal. (Ride motorbike dlm BM ape eh? Memandu ke?urgh). Beberapa minit kemudian, sedar2...kedua-dua mereka terbaring atas jalan. Lepas tuh ramai orang dtg, tak lama kemudian dtg pula ambulans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16th May:&lt;/span&gt; Hari yg ditunggu2 oleh anak2 cikgu..untuk meng'kenjah' bonet keta mak bapak masing2. Juga ditunggu2 oleh anak branak cikgu Jamilah. operasi bukak hadiah. Takyah nk bukak elok2 wrapper tuh, koyak je. nnt buang jugak. hadiah common: mug. Mamat and the Gang (sepupu belah mak yg tak rasa mcm sepupu sgt. Selalu salah anggap sebagai adik bradik sendri) slalunya akan bagi kad kat mak, though mak tak penah jadi cikgu official depa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th May &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jugak&lt;/span&gt;: All The Best. Good Luck. Bonne Chance. Saye doakan dari sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan2...sape yg &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;panic attack&lt;/span&gt; or ttbe jantung die palpitate dek kerane kerja yg bertimbun...marilah bantu membantu. Mari bace utk dissy, and segale mak nenek esaimen. Jage diri, jage kesihatan. Jage tido, yg penting kite jage relationship kite dengan yg Satu. semoge Dia bantu kita. Amin. Jom bertheatre. Isk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rojak sentence. Tiku pening. &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/4380358196898809421-5763002058355886583?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5763002058355886583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=5763002058355886583&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5763002058355886583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5763002058355886583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/05/hari-ini-dalam-sejarah.html' title='hari ini dalam sejarah'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Sg2Aq3-iZPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/f5AAfUe-h9o/s72-c/kittens+signpost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-3955317609015457640</id><published>2009-05-13T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:44:08.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ting tong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woke up earlier than usual. 6.45am. Washed my hair, washed the clothes. wiped the sink. washed my hands a number of times in school. applied and reapplied handcream anytime i think of handcream. Got back from school, found my brain fuming at the messy stack of magazines. searched for pen and paper, start writing&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Dear Cleaner, I am sorry ive to tell you this but i found the house not being cleaned properly. The bin in the kitchen was not emptied and the stack of magazines was messed up. I mean, i dont mind you reading but please ARRANGE it back as it was. By saying this i mean...arrange it according to the size and do it neatly. The surfaces were not wiped too although ive made sure i left it clear (so you can clean it). Please, i dont pay to keep my house dirty. Many thanks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i found myself writing this in my head. I sat on the chair, took a deep breath. Went up to hide the magazines, cleaned the surfaces myself. Astaghfirullahalazim. Went into my room, wiped the sink, though its dry. Come here (to iVillage to print but write new post instead). Will send the file to Micheal Hall and gonna go back and basuh pinggan and vacuum ground floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oops. bahaye. i see red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY and JUNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th May - (exam? ;p) Finalize display for Msian Fest, buat kasut tempurung&lt;br /&gt;18th May - dentist 1430&lt;br /&gt;20th or 21st May?  - NUFFIELD training (Infection Prevention) 1400&lt;br /&gt;21st May - masak utk SBE&lt;br /&gt;27th May - Malaysian Festival&lt;br /&gt;1st to 8th June - Nuffield Outpatients Department&lt;br /&gt;18th June - Health and Safety Training Nuffield&lt;br /&gt;19th June - Submit Comparative Education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;READING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading skills&lt;br /&gt;Learner Autonomy&lt;br /&gt;Learner Training&lt;br /&gt;Study Skills&lt;br /&gt;SAWS&lt;br /&gt;Literacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-3955317609015457640?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3955317609015457640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=3955317609015457640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3955317609015457640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3955317609015457640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/05/ting-tong.html' title='ting tong'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-8854635940227533727</id><published>2009-05-10T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:39:29.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dialling...Amelia Atan.&lt;br /&gt;Maman: Ini siape? Mama ke?&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Haah, kenape handset ibu ngan abang Maman?&lt;br /&gt;Maman: Ibu tertinggal, ibu g Tesco ngan Im&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Owh, nape abang Maman tak ikot?&lt;br /&gt;Maman: Maman tak suke pegi Tesco. Bosan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aik. Kecik2 dah pandai cakap bosan. Aku terase la plak. Mcm terbayang muke chubby sepet tuh, buat muke 'malas nk layan' sambil cakap 'bosan'. Tapi untuk entry neh, bukan nk cakap pasal si Maman bosan ikot ibu die pegi Tesco. Cumenye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dialling: Aziatul Akmam Atan&lt;br /&gt;Dilah: Aku cakap ngan Maman tadi...blablabla...ibu g Tesco...blablabla....die ckp bosan....blablabla...&lt;br /&gt;Kakmam: ...blablabla...anak2 sdara kita mmg direct...blablabla...blablabla...ibu dia la...blablabla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aha. Baru aku prasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Situasi 1: Mama buat kek batik ngan agar2 sempena menyambut kepulangan si kecik berdue dari Tganu. Kek batik dah habis before derang sampai, agar2 tak jadi. Besoknya, bile aku kasik iim makan agar-agar yang tak jadi tuh (bajet die budak kecik die bantai aje la, tak reti komen eh?)... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Uwek, tak sedap. Im tanak. Mama buat tak sedap."&lt;/span&gt; Ouch! Makan dalam weyh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situasi 2: Perbualan telefon dengan Maman.&lt;br /&gt;"Abang Maman &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;dah tanak cakap la dengan mama.&lt;/span&gt; Abang Maman nak siapkan B-Daman (btol tak eh camneh spelling?). Lagipun abang Maman tak tawu nk cakap ape dengan Mama".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lantaran itu, aku pun me-reflect diri sendiri. Sape ajar jadik direct eh? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Direct dengan erti kate laenye...kalau suke bagtau. Kalu tak suke pn bgtau. Kalau nak ckp ye, kalau taknak ckp tak. Takde 'ikotla'... 'Em, suke hatila'. &lt;/span&gt;Entah. Aku tak pasti. Besok aku tanye mak. Tapi....aha, ade tapi lagi neh. Though for me,there is black and white....kene jugak terime yg kadang2 ade area yang akan menjadi kelabu...(part neh kalau tak paham buat2 paham...aku tak reti nk terangkan dah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat Hari Ibu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, aku tido sblah Imran. Entah mcmane die golek2 last2 tido atas tangan aku. Takpelah. Layankan aje. Aku pn tenung aje muke die. Alah budak kecik kan, mestilah cute. Skali die bukak mate. Dlm terkejut sbab die ttbe bukak mate, aku rase mcm jadi ibu kejap (sorry kakmelia, pinjam anak ank sat). Sebabnye lepas die terjage tuh, ttbe die senyum, tutup mate balek, lena. Haish. Meruntun hati..wuwu. Comel. Sebab tuh kdg2 bile ttgh malam aku diarahkan bangun buat susu untuk Maman ke IIm ke, (of course, oleh ibunya), aku akan bangun aja buat tanpa banyak songeh. Satu, karang kalau budak2 tuh nanges, kacau yang laen tido. Due, sebab tak sanggup biar derang lapar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same feelingnye bile aku balek klas, tgh Beethoven tido dengan gaye hamster atas katil. Muke die mcm...'nikmatnyer tido'. Tenang, khusyuk, takde masalah. Segale penat pun hilang, lantas aku salin baju dan join Beetho tido. Mase tido petang tadi, ttbe Beetho ade kat sblah. Bile mase die masuk pn tatawu. Aku pn tepuk2 die, pastuh aku pn ttdo balek. (Okeh, ini part yang ntah pape...tak relevan). Kadang2 si Beetho tuh akan bagun ttgh malam, biseng sbab nk suh isi bekas makanan die. Kdg2 die biseng nk keluar kul 3 4 pagi. Tapinye, kalau ade Beetho, insyaAllah subuh tak terlepas...sbab alang2 bangun bukakkan pintu utk Beetho kuar, baek aku smayang terus kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian sahaja, pengalaman saya menjadi ibu. (Jadi ibu betul belum la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For mothers, mothers-to-be, or any woman...Happy Mother's Day. &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/4380358196898809421-8854635940227533727?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/8854635940227533727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=8854635940227533727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/8854635940227533727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/8854635940227533727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/05/dialling.html' title=''/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-4703820307843011564</id><published>2009-05-08T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:29:12.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ku (harap aku mampu) katakan dengan indah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SgQzoHqS3xI/AAAAAAAAAMI/066I93eJ0T4/s1600-h/smile.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333444623057739538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SgQzoHqS3xI/AAAAAAAAAMI/066I93eJ0T4/s320/smile.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jangan ditanya kemana aku menghilang. aku sendiri tak tahu menjawab kenapa aku biarkan blog ini bersawang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Malam berlabuh lagi untuk kesekian kalinya. Hari yang semakin cerah disimbah cahaya mentari musim bunga masih aku rasakan pendek. Aku dihambat waktu. Leka dengan urusanku sehingga aku hampir lupa malam romantis aku dan Kamu. Saat aku hanyut memikirkanMu, sendirian Kita berbicara...lalu aku luahkan satu persatu, senak yang menyesakkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dan malam ini (seperti malam-malam yang kepalaku berselirat dengan fikiran yang tidak tahu hujung pangkalnya), aku kembali berbicara denganMu. Tunjukkan aku jalan untuk berbicara dengannya, agar setiap madah yang terzahir tidak melukainya. Ilhamkan aku kata supaya pandangannya tembus ke hatiku yang hanya mahu yang terbaik untuknya. Kerna itu aku menyuarakan rencana yang aku kira pantas (setakat ini) untuk keadaannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku tahu dia juga sepertiku, hidup dihimpit waktu. Oeh kerana itu, aku sangat berhati-hati dengan kataku saat ini. Terkadang hati ingin bercerita, namun aku pendamkan saja. Kadang ingin berbicara berkongsi rasa namun aku malapkan nyalanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Untuk pertama kali aku hilang idea untuk meyusun kata. Mungkin elok saja aku berbicara denganMu kerna Engkau tahu selok belok hatiku. Aku pohonkan ketenangan untuk dia di sana. 'penuhi hatinya dengan kasihMu, bisikkan kedamaian dalam kerisauan'. Aku hanya inginkan yang terbaik untuknya namun aku tidak punya apa-apa selain Kamu. Pimpin aku wahai Tuhanku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-4703820307843011564?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4703820307843011564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=4703820307843011564&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4703820307843011564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4703820307843011564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/05/ku-harap-aku-mampu-katakan-dengan-indah.html' title='Ku (harap aku mampu) katakan dengan indah.'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SgQzoHqS3xI/AAAAAAAAAMI/066I93eJ0T4/s72-c/smile.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-3057150394859200919</id><published>2009-04-24T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T05:44:10.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear sisters,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have to resort to writing this, or elxd my heart wont be at ease tonight. Resulting me to not being able to sleep the whole night. Thanks for telling me, all the stuffs you told me. The Putrajaya and the Tesco story. (sounds like secret codes eih). I am very sorry that i cant be there physically, but my thoughts are with you every minute. Seriously, i cant stp thinking about you, not because i dont believe both of you will manage to get through these, just that sometimes i wish i could tranfer the burden onto my shoulder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am not a wealthy merchant to lavish you with gold, nor am i a beautiful princess to adorn your eyes. I am just your little sister who will never stop being there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-3057150394859200919?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3057150394859200919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=3057150394859200919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3057150394859200919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3057150394859200919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-sisters.html' title='Dear sisters,'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-6968387219615023214</id><published>2009-03-31T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T06:43:23.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanita yang aku cintai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surat puitis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehadapan Mak,&lt;br /&gt;Andainya anakanda diberi peluang untuk memilih, pastinya anakanda akan memilih untuk selamanya dekat dengan mak. Kerna hidup ini terlalu sukar tanpa insan yang melahirkan. Pengalaman pertama kali hidup sendiri di asrama memang perit kerana terlalu biasa bergantung segala-galanya dengan mak. Saat yang paling getir hidup tanpa mak, mestilah di saat kekurangan ongkos...hehe. Itu sangat la betul. Anakanda minta maaf, atas keborosan anakanda yang melampau. Masih tersimpan kemas dalam ingatan, sewaktu mak menggunakan duit yang mak simpan untuk menunaikan haji untuk perbelanjaan visa anakanda. Sekali lagi, ampunkan anakanda kerana curi-curi melihat jumlah simpanan mak, kerana waktu itu..hati anakanda bagai disentap. Jantung bagaikan terhenti seketika, melihatkan tidak ada sedikit pun perubahan air muka mak sewaktu anakanda mengutarakan perihal wang untuk visa. Sedari detik itu, (walaupun anakanda masih boros), jikalau mampu...akan anakanda bahagiakan mak walau apapun.&lt;br /&gt;Semasa anakanda kehilangan buku nota muzik (kerana kelalaian anakanda sendiri), mak berjaga malam itu untuk mencari buku nota. Padahal anakanda nyenyak dibuai mimpi. Hanya kerana anakanda marah2 kerana tersalah letak buku nota.&lt;br /&gt;Pengorbanan seorang ibu yang tiada tolok bandingnya, membuatkan hati merasa ingin terbang kembali ke sisimu, untuk sekali lagi mencipta memori bersama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surat cool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everdearest my supercool mum, who stays cute whatever she does...&lt;br /&gt;Here i am, tapping on my keyboard while my mind wonders in the silence of the night, embracing the warmth of your touch. Dear mum, i will never forget the way you watch hindustan, which always distract me when it comes towards the ending. I just know that you will shed tears, no matter how happy, or how predictable the ending is. I knew it! told ya! I dont really like it when you have 'Biggles' in your hand, or any kind of books. Cause suddenly i become invisible though i am in front you. But i hope you know, that i really enjoy my time with you. Especially when we have cats with us. Its like, its only just the two of us, lost in our own world (with the cat of course). I dont mind to wait for you to come home from school, though i have to wait two hours..just to go to town. Just to walk around the shop, and of course buy something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surat dari hati,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mak,&lt;br /&gt;Kak takkan lupa 14th April, and your 'AJ Aries' necklace. Isk. cepatla december, bleh kita p jenjalan tgk pinggan mangkuk, or lepak2 kan mak? On your birthday, i wish you sentiasa dalam lindungan Allah, dan dimudahkan segala urusan. Semoga mak sentiasa tenang dan sihat sejahtera. Supaya kita boleh jumpa lagi! Nanti mak p mekah, jgn lupa doakan kak tau. (bab doa, nnt kita cita dlm fon..hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, wishing you a happy birthday. nanti sampai la tuh kad. Nnt kite belek royal albert!! huahuahua...cant wait. take care mak. i love you. Assalamualaikum.&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/4380358196898809421-6968387219615023214?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6968387219615023214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=6968387219615023214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6968387219615023214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6968387219615023214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/03/wanita-yang-aku-cintai.html' title='Wanita yang aku cintai'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-5217354025326157706</id><published>2009-03-28T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T06:46:05.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abang Maman...nah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9ed68493c4e843c8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ed68493c4e843c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329911961%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FF78E49DBCF182FAB1BBED50368E4C5EB9F1F1B.EF2A6C89E80C9E83CB55FB6CC39595E4659E323%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ed68493c4e843c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7QZ04-XuanqUfUzl97_rcI7Zlsg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ed68493c4e843c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329911961%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FF78E49DBCF182FAB1BBED50368E4C5EB9F1F1B.EF2A6C89E80C9E83CB55FB6CC39595E4659E323%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ed68493c4e843c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7QZ04-XuanqUfUzl97_rcI7Zlsg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; Maen papan gelongsor&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5c2e8b11fd237219" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5c2e8b11fd237219%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329911961%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D726B7499BCE05DC271565FAEF849A4D25017FF7D.BD4E26E12C6ADE0708EFB3A4D1E45D9BC438010%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c2e8b11fd237219%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dxq6xsPZW1uhvdQL5JubpoHpJhcU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5c2e8b11fd237219%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329911961%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D726B7499BCE05DC271565FAEF849A4D25017FF7D.BD4E26E12C6ADE0708EFB3A4D1E45D9BC438010%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c2e8b11fd237219%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dxq6xsPZW1uhvdQL5JubpoHpJhcU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Naek trekta tipu2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah abang maman, mama dah upload due video untuk abang maman tgk ngan im. Lagi satu video dlm kereta suruh mummy check kat email die. Okeh, jgn maen lilin. Imran jgn cr pasal ngan mummy, nnt die dah nk pindah Putrajaya. Im rindu die baru tawu. Tata~~ I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-5217354025326157706?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5c2e8b11fd237219&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5217354025326157706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=5217354025326157706&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5217354025326157706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5217354025326157706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Abang Maman...nah.'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-6907777963812616897</id><published>2009-03-26T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:38:27.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K.A.M.I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Scvz2zDZqoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FGMK9gbxY4s/s1600-h/sarah.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/_foWygPg9NOY/Scvz2zDZqoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FGMK9gbxY4s/s320/sarah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317611907783961218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScvzwU5tEXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hOfiWHKaEG0/s1600-h/linetasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScvzwU5tEXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hOfiWHKaEG0/s320/linetasha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317611796611010930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Deskripsi gamba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamba atas: Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamba bawah:&lt;br /&gt;Berspek mata: Tasha.&lt;br /&gt;Yang lagi satu mestilah Mazlinda Adnan @ Nan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisah 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Line:&lt;/span&gt; ha, ckp pasal rooftop, arineh xp lagi tgk blog ank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dilah:&lt;/span&gt; Lah, bukan aku update papa pon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Line:&lt;/span&gt; La..bukan kira update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dilah:&lt;/span&gt; Ha! Mesti ank rindu nk tgk gambaq aku kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(Line gelak2 malu…malu nk ngaku rindu). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah kawan saya, namanya Mazlinda. Dia selalu rindu saya tapi dia tanak mengaku. Kdg2 bila saya demam dia akan potongkan buah epal, letak dlm mangkuk dan bawak ke bilik saya (dulu2 la, masa kat IPBA). Selepas itu, dia akan letakkan buah epal tersebut di atas meja saya. Apabila saya bertanyakan Mazlinda perihal potongan epal tersebut….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilah: Line, neh utk aku ka? (Mulut dimuncungkan menghala ke arah potongan buah epal dlm mangkuk). Baeknya ank…tak sangka ank kesian kat aku jgak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Line:&lt;/span&gt; la, sapa bawak kat ank. Aku saja mai nk tayang. Neh aku punya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lalu Mazlinda akan membiarkan sahaja buah epal tersebut di atas meja,buat muka kering dan berlalu naek ke biliknya di tingkat 6. Perhatian: Bilik saya di tingkat 5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini saya sedar bahawa Line a.k.a Mazlinda menyayangi saya. Buktinya, beliau menitiskan air mata sewaktu saya mahu berangkat ke England. Ecewah, bunyi mcm zaman PRamlee lah. Lalu saya bertanyakan Line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilah: Line...hang sayang aku dak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Line:&lt;/span&gt; (dengan linangan air mata, dan menahan sebak di dada) Ya...ya, aku sayang hang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilah: Yes! Akhirnya hang mengaku. (Awatif Adilah tersenyum dengan hati berbunga, kerana akhirnya Line mengaku!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Kisah 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ada kawan. Nama kawan saya Tasha. Tasha sekarang gedik sebab dia ada bopren. Saya tak sabar nk balek tgk dia gedik2. Sebab sy nk join gedik2 ngan Tasha. Berbeza dengan Mazlinda, setiap kali saya telefon Tasha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiku:&lt;/span&gt; Tam, aku rindu ko neh. Nak balek! Nak balek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tasha: &lt;/span&gt;Tam, ko balek la cepat. Nape ko lambat aje balek. Balek la tam. Balek la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiku:&lt;/span&gt; kalau ade pintu Doraemon, skang jgak aku balek. Aku rindu ko. Wawawawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ataupun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tasha:&lt;/span&gt; Tam, taun depan kita kagum last. Taun neh aku tak besa la kagum ko takde. Ini first kagum olahraga ko takde tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiku:&lt;/span&gt; ko jgn nk buat pasal mase hari Kagum ko nak nanges2 kat aku mcm last year eh. (Sy risau, sbab nnt saye sebak).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tasha:&lt;/span&gt; Ko dok sane jgn nk gemok2 eh. Ko kene jugak lari. Aku tak sabar nk gelakkan ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiku: &lt;/span&gt;Ceh, nk aku lari sbab nk gelakkan aku baek tak payah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya dan Tasha akan mengaku bahawa kami saling merindu. Kadangkala kami akan berduet lagi Quest yang saya dah lupa tajuknya. Tasha seorang minah rempit. Namun, tahun lepas, Tasha jatuh motor dengan Hana depan Amjal. Untuk pengetahuan semua, Amjal merupakan restoran yang terletak di junction depan IPBA, iaitu tempat tumpuan orang ramai. Baru-baru ini Tasha telah memenangi anugerah Oscar pelakon wanita terbaik. Untuk cerita lebih lanjut, jangan tanya saya. Juga jangan tanya Anjut a.k.a. Mejah budak French tuh, sebab dia tak tahu menahu perihal ini.&lt;br /&gt;Mak Tasha merupaka tukang masak yang handal. Pernah suatu hari, saya berbuka puasa berdua bersama Tasha. Mak Tasha bekalkan Tasha dengan 'lauk ikan bilis tak tahu tajuk die' yang sangat pedas. Namun, kerana terlalu sedap, saya yang tak makan pedas langsung menjamah hidangan itu dengan sangat berselera. Saya dan Tasha juga menghabiskan nasi 2 setengah pot. Sudahnya, kami tersadai tak pegi semayang Terawih. Semayang Maghrib juga kami tersiksa kerana susah nk rukuk akibat perut yang sengkak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kisah 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, mmg nama sebenar, merupakan kawan saya yang mempunyai masalah tidur. Dia seorang yang susah tidur. Namun bila die tidur, dia susah pulak nk bangun. Dia juga jakun bila naek moto. Bile Sarah merempit dengan Tasha, Sarah akan record video sepanjang perjalanan. Hal ini merisaukan saya, bukan kerana saya takut dia jatuh motor, tetapi saya takut gigi dan gusinya tak cukup saliva kerana kering disapa angin malam. Hal ini kerana Sarah akan amek video sambil tersengih2. Ini adalah signifikan kerana Sarah ingin menunjukkan video itu dengan perasaan bangga kepada saya. Ini merupakan kesinambungan kisah saya amek video semasa membonceng motosikal Tasha. (sebenarnya, mula2 Sarah amek video nak tunjuk kat tiku. Pastuh Tiku amek video nak tunjuk kat Sarah). Masing2 amek video bila membonceng motosikal Tasha.  Perhatian untuk semua, jangan habiskan Yoghurt drink Sarah semasa dia tido, jikalau anda tidak mahu dimarahi Cik Yan. Tapi boleh dilakukan jika anda mahukan air yoghurt tersebut. Hal ini kerana apabila Sarah merajuk (sebab anda habiska air yoghurt), cik Yan akan membelikan air yoghurt yang baru untuk Sarah. Anda boleh gunakan kuasa memujuk untuk tumpang minum air yoghurt yang baru. Juga boleh digeneralize untuk smarties.&lt;br /&gt;Sewaktu berjauhan seperti sekarang, Sarah sering mengajak saya dan Mazlinda untuk buat conference. Saya dan Mazlinda selalunya bersetuju. Setelah beberapa line kami berbual, selalunya Sarah akan meminta diri kerana itulah, inilah. Akhirnya, saya akan conference dengan Mazlinda. Kami rasa comel kerana ber-conference berdua.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah juga sangat senang menitiskan air mata. Jika anda ingin menyaksikannya, apabila anda berjumpa Sarah...utarakan ayat ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda: Sarah2...you ingat tak pakcik jual otak2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda ingin tahu kenapa? Kerana Sarah kesiankan pakcik yang jual otak2 di pasar malam Kerinchi, kerana pakcik itu sudah tua dan nda ada owang beli otak2nya. lalu, Sarah akan beli dari mana2 penjual yang tiada pembeli, walaupun kadangkala kita maklum bahawa....bukannya dia takde owang nk beli. Mungkin owang2 yg nak beli otak2 belum datang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kami berempat akan buat roadtrip! Yeay! 9 months to go. Huahuahua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sarah merupakan antara orang yg excited untuk road trip ini (selain kami bertiga: Tiku, Tasha,Line), kerana dia teringin nk naek bas dan keretapi. Sarah mmg comel.&lt;br /&gt;Ba ok lah. Saket kepala sudah.&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-6907777963812616897?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6907777963812616897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=6907777963812616897&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6907777963812616897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6907777963812616897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/03/kami.html' title='K.A.M.I'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Scvz2zDZqoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FGMK9gbxY4s/s72-c/sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-2224600061739711777</id><published>2009-03-24T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:32:22.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaman dolu2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Scl0oQo1uAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/P4JagcAplgw/s1600-h/IMG_6798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Scl0oQo1uAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/P4JagcAplgw/s320/IMG_6798.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316909070097430530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Scl1ZWRpowI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZnEnnEjto6Y/s1600-h/international+night+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Scl1ZWRpowI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZnEnnEjto6Y/s320/international+night+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316909913424372482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Left: Nadhirah, Awatif, Izzati, Hana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Syazana, Awatif, Nabilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum. This is the second day saya tak keja, so sangat pening kapla. Sbab sy tatawu nk buat ape. ttbe bosan maen selendang lah, pegi mandi lah. hapelah. But now, mari kite ngeteh sambil kenang zaman kanak2 ribena dan zaman sekarang. (saya buhsan kan, apa lagi, mari blogging).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Zaman dolu2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sy paling suka bday. Oleh itu, sy akan menjemput kawan2 ke majlis hari jadi sy pada 13 hb lapan, walaupun terpaksa menggelabahkan mak dan kakak sebab ttba aja sy bgtau sy dah jemput kengkwan sempena bday saya. lalu mereka terpaksa buat persiapan on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hobi masa dolu2: panjat bumbung dan lepak2 atas bumbung walaupun hari tgh rembang (maknanya...tengahari buta). Balek skola, terus panjat bumbung umah, lepak2. Penah berangan nk suh abah buat satu bilek kat atas utk saya. Seronok bila boleh panjat dari rumah sendri, tapi turun kat rumah owang laen. Tapi skarang dah tak mampu, sebab sy gayat. Oh ya, saya juga suka panjat pokok. Pokok janggus depan umah tuh, slalu sangat sy panjat. Pasang pelita la, teropong owang balek smayang terawih la. Tapi pokok tuh ada kerengga. Penah jatuh dr pokok tuh, straight masuk dlm longkang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tak suka pergi tadika sebab buku kerja time tadika senang sangat. Lagipun makanan kat tadika pedas, tak bleh makan. tak tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Suke makan sayur petola, kueh ayu botak (kelapa yang kat bahagian atas dibuang), dan karipap takdak inti. maktok,pengasuh sy, akan asingkan kueh2 yang dia buat untuk saya. semua kueh untuk sy akan dipersonalize. maktok juga pandai masak. sebab tuh sy gemok mase kecik2...(skarang pn sy rs mcm zaman kecik2 sbab sy gemok). Tapi kalau duduk ngan maktok, tak boleh kuar umah. Oleh itu, bila maktok ttdo time tgk hindustan, sy akan kuar dan g maen congkak (yang lubangnya dikorek sendri di atas tanah, dan guna biji getah untuk 'guli') sampai petang. Bila mak balek baru sy berani menjengulkan kepala ke rumah maktok kembali. Kalau tak nnt maktok marah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Almost everynight akan ikot abah g beli ubat nyamok kat kedai 'traffic light', dekat on the way to SMKA al-Irshad. Bila balek, akan bawak air kotak dan kacang tumbuk. Namun apabila kakmam yang ikot abah pegi beli ubat nyamuk, dia akan balek dengan tangan kosong. Begitu juga apabila saya ajak abah g jenjalan ke Sungai Petani. Selalunya pujukan saya berhasil. Pujukan kakmam tak menjadi...haha. Oleh itu, kakmam akan suruh sy pujuk abah kalau die yg nk pegi berjalan2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. akan pusing satu taman kalau maen rollerblade. Termasuk la kedai mamak. Walaupun setiap kali mamak akan biseng sbab pakai rollerblade masuk kedai die sbab die takut barang pecah, sy akan teruskan aje. Buat muke kering dan beli aje pape, pastuh kuar la kan. Bile besar sket, saya suka bawak kuceng sy pegi kedai mamak pulak. Selalunya ok aja, tapi ada sekali ttba kuceng saya bercakaran dengan kuceng di kedai mama. Mana saya tau mamak ttbe ade kuceng. Slame neh tak penah2 mamak tuh bela kuceng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Menghadapi masalah tido seminggu bila tamtam mati sebab sy rasa kehilangan yang amat sangat. Sbab time tuh cuti before fly (eh, ini bukan cerita zaman kanak2 neh), and sy takde kawan. Sy mmg kawan ngan tamtam. Bile die mati sy lost. So abah carikan kuceng baru tapi tak berhasil sbab sy nk anak kuceng. Setelah beberapa lama, mak berjaya mengumpan kuceng liar kat blakang umah untuk dijadikan pengganti tamtam. Alhamdulillah sy dah jadi nenek. Tapi kuceng2 tuh still panggil saya 'mama'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Zaman sekarang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Saya masih suka bday. Bila august aja, rasa bahagia walaupun bday hanya pada 13hb sbab sy rasa bday sy mcm sebulan. Setiap bulan saya akan ada list hadiah yg sy nak. Hadiah pada tahun ini yg saya nak ialah lotion, hand cream, smarties,clementine, roasted seaweed...blabla. senarai hadiah akan berubah2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sy guna pensel kayu. Sy tak suka pensil mekanikal. Bosan sbab tak classic and tak bleh asah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. . Sy semakin pandai makan cili padi, dan makanan pedas. Tapi selalunya akan ke toilet beberapa hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Semakin hari semakin banyak lirik lagu yang saya nyanyikan dengan salah. Hal ini dimaklumi kawan2 serumah. Oleh itu, sy redha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Color obsession terhadap warna biru alhamdulillah sudah semakin pulih. Lebih banyak menggunakan kaler2 laen.  Obsesi terhadap penggunaan telefon juga semakin pulih. Ini sangat menggembirakan saya kerana bil telefon tidak lagi melambung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Sy dah tak pandai maen rollerblade. Sy sedar kini, usia saya semakin meningkat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah ah. bosan ah. nk tido lah. bubbye! Take care semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;psst:Jgn nenakal. &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/4380358196898809421-2224600061739711777?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2224600061739711777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=2224600061739711777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2224600061739711777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2224600061739711777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/03/zaman-dolu2.html' title='Zaman dolu2...'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Scl0oQo1uAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/P4JagcAplgw/s72-c/IMG_6798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-5806621186401202122</id><published>2009-03-23T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:47:01.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on y va!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScbVYfA_ENI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ba4KkNMvNP4/s1600-h/Dartmouth+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScbVYfA_ENI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ba4KkNMvNP4/s320/Dartmouth+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316171026776658130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScbU4i_1sdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/auL7y1n87Bw/s1600-h/Dartmouth+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScbU4i_1sdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/auL7y1n87Bw/s320/Dartmouth+213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316170478089777618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTRODUCTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;21st March 2009,If you were given a chance to re-visit your childhood (not your childhood sweetheart yah), would you take the chance? I already did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BACK TO CHILDHOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I went to the paddy field and i saw me riding Enon (the cow). This time i only stroke a pregnant donkey.&lt;br /&gt;~ I slid down the slid, this time its bumpy and colourful. Not mentioning the height. And i cannot see my house from this playground.&lt;br /&gt;~ i picnic in the sun, this time around its not Pantai Merdeka. Its such a long long distance from there.&lt;br /&gt;~ i sang in the car, but not with my normal siblings. Its my brand new so-called siblings. haha.&lt;br /&gt;~ i didnt go to Pesta Penang, but its Woodlands Leisure park!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScaGE5-JBCI/AAAAAAAAAII/LhD_5WNJNOo/s1600-h/Dartmouth+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScaGE5-JBCI/AAAAAAAAAII/LhD_5WNJNOo/s320/Dartmouth+225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316083828996506658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOODLANDS LEISURE PARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is meant for children, but since we paid. Layankan aje la kan. But i made sure that i didnt ride anything that involves spinning. Klu naek jugak, abes lembik ah saye muntah. I remembered when i went to Pesta Penang, naek Top Gun. The one that will hang you upside down. Turun aje, muntah2. Muntah smpy lembik. Trus balek umah. sampy now, i am not gonna do that again. Azab weyh. In Manchester last year, saye jadi mak. Tukang jage beg and amek gamba anak2 sy yg bermain segale macam permainan itu. Nk buat camne, nasib badan. Back to Woodlands Leisure park, everything's fine. Naek tractor, and i drove it. (tipu..sbnanyer die dah ade rail). And i stroke a pig. Eh, no. Keldai. G tgk aje 'Napoleon' tuh. Mane bleh pegang la. Kang kne cr air tanah plak.Itu pn tak masuk btol2 dlm kandang tuh. Br nak masuk, dah nk muntah. Mane taknyer, i was curious to know how pig smells like, and i inhale mase nk masuk dlm tempat tuh. Trus nk muntah. Trus kuar naek tractor. Laenkali takyah gedik nk bau 'Napoleon'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="435" height="305" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b9a2d6ad6fc1697c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db9a2d6ad6fc1697c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329911961%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A3C84FD70BEE73B36D74CDFBFC0485E8E0AAF2A.587D5871767CF9C5847C7910FB5FE89D0B701D1A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db9a2d6ad6fc1697c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNS-qU_ojqWJ8ThB19QMt7EL7o5U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="435" height="305" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db9a2d6ad6fc1697c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329911961%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A3C84FD70BEE73B36D74CDFBFC0485E8E0AAF2A.587D5871767CF9C5847C7910FB5FE89D0B701D1A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db9a2d6ad6fc1697c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNS-qU_ojqWJ8ThB19QMt7EL7o5U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PICNIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had bihun ape ntah, potato salad..owh so-good. and inviting ayam made by amira. sume pn gaduh tanak isi bodoh ayam. abes last2 tiku gak yg melantak isi bodoh ayam. siap ade byk plak tuh isi bodohnya. takpe. i loike! i seriously feel the heat. mmg panas smlm. Mmg takleh tanggal sunglass. bukan nk gedik tp sbab jarang nk dapat matahari, jadik silau. tapi sy bersyukur, kerana sepanjang minggu neh...matahari sudi menjenguk kami. alhamdulillah. Sorry kawan2...kite makan gune tangan. Bagus...kita berkongsi enzim di jari. ahaha. sbab tiku lupe bawak sudu and garpu. patut la 'mesra' aje. ahaha. ini lagi satu makanan berhantu. sape ntah masak. tiku makan 2 pinggan. huish. berhantu betul.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScexJisi8MI/AAAAAAAAAJI/COngUMoxuNo/s1600-h/Dartmouth+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScexJisi8MI/AAAAAAAAAJI/COngUMoxuNo/s320/Dartmouth+148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316412662624743618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScewrY0cGZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9yaVf33k-HU/s1600-h/Dartmouth+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScewrY0cGZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9yaVf33k-HU/s320/Dartmouth+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316412144577419666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belajar berjalan care Amira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScewxZbibZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/r6cMWwRWwjM/s1600-h/Dartmouth+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScewxZbibZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/r6cMWwRWwjM/s320/Dartmouth+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316412247820627346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left:tolak tiku jatuh laut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right: Tukang masak &amp;amp; Tukang makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAWLISH&lt;br /&gt;Owh,,,inilah Dawlish ghupenyer. slame neh tgk dr dalam ketapi aje. mmg teringin nk pegi. Best2. tapi cantek lagi pantai kat Msia la kan. tp oklah, bleh g amek2 gamba dan amek gamba lagi. Ktrg mmg focus kali ini. Pergi ke Dawlish dgn satu tujuan: amek gamba. and ktrg mmg btol2 amek gamba. ha kau. nk sangat cam-whore. dah. mission accomplished. The best part: Blanje kawan2 makan aiskrem...dan menghabiskan aiskrim2 yg kawan2 tak larat abeskan. walaupun mule2 kite blanje kawan dan kite yg abeskan aiskrim, kite ttp nmpak angelic sbab kite yg blanje. Tapi ape yg tak best...abang jual eskrem muke malas nk layan. Mungkin die bengang kene keje weekend, mase sunny day. Sbab die nk g pantai ngan gf die ke. or, die mmg malas nk keje. Or...ape2 lah. bukan saye yg bayar gaji die. Banyak sungguh si comel2 yg berjalan ngan tuan masing2. setiap kali si comel lalu, ktrg sume automatic jadi patung. chuak. Dulu penah 'hai' si comel, skali die terlebih friendly, die kejar la plak. Sy bertaubat tanak friendly ngan si comel lagi dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Scew2Ba6dMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hZyIcyYtRGQ/s1600-h/Dartmouth+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Scew2Ba6dMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hZyIcyYtRGQ/s320/Dartmouth+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316412327274902722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SceyTHrcbCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/y3UYYU98hSs/s1600-h/Dartmouth+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SceyTHrcbCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/y3UYYU98hSs/s320/Dartmouth+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316413926682684450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiku br beli keta. (tipu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di mana ade camera, di situ ada kami semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE CAR&lt;br /&gt;Sangkaan sume owang meleset..termasuklah sangkaan tiku. Sy bukan owang yg pertama tido dlm keta. The award goes to --&gt; Nadhirah Azman! yeah!. Berjaye menahan mate. tp logik la, sbab cerah lagi mase nk balek though dah pukul 6 lebey. Lupe...rupenyer dah spring. Arituh g Bath logic la tido kan. kul 4 dah malam. Tiku tak bersalah.  Lastly, enjoy the bumpy ride~~. Tata! ill see you next time. Dah semakin busy. Ecewah. Assalamualaikum and have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fd87afe23196d587" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd87afe23196d587%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329911961%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46400F3CC937A17E57073473E8BFB13E5A5929D6.8233D468B77BF19A892A98B370857275BE52D2AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd87afe23196d587%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaTU7oZBxVzqtPxhS_Ugsg4jcG7k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd87afe23196d587%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329911961%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46400F3CC937A17E57073473E8BFB13E5A5929D6.8233D468B77BF19A892A98B370857275BE52D2AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd87afe23196d587%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaTU7oZBxVzqtPxhS_Ugsg4jcG7k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-5806621186401202122?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b9a2d6ad6fc1697c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fd87afe23196d587&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5806621186401202122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=5806621186401202122&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5806621186401202122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5806621186401202122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-y-va.html' title='on y va!'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScbVYfA_ENI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ba4KkNMvNP4/s72-c/Dartmouth+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-7358814169878862721</id><published>2009-03-22T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:11:37.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Khaled Hosseini's and reasons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This time around, my post relates to the title. (It normally is, but you have to think why it the title and the post doesnt seem to connect directly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not much a reader. Not a bookworm. But this one: my all time fav, everygreen tau. I really like this part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mullah Faizullah admitted to Mariam that, at times, he did not understand the meaning of the Koran's words. But he said he liked the enchating sounds the arabic words made as they rolled off his tongue. He said that they comforted him, eased his heart. "They'll comfort you too, Mariam jo" he said. "You can summon them in your time of need, and they wont fail you. Gods's words will never betray you, my girl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Khaled Hosseini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was months ago. And dont believe it is true. However i cant tell much about it until recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The actual sounds of the language of the Quran - the breathtaking rhythms and words - are like medicine. From the perspective of energy dynamics, every substance has a resonance at a specific wavelength. A medicine resonates in order to cure the disease. So too the sounds of Quran. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hamza Yusuf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst: indah, bukan? mari kita coba.&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/4380358196898809421-7358814169878862721?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/7358814169878862721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=7358814169878862721&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/7358814169878862721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/7358814169878862721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/03/khaled-hosseinis-and-reasons.html' title='Khaled Hosseini&apos;s and reasons.'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-6573937614109008138</id><published>2009-03-20T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:40:44.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>datin orked abdullah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRRcT2cTkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/azANkhlREPw/s1600-h/IMG_6756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRRcT2cTkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/azANkhlREPw/s320/IMG_6756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315463007010836034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRRSlTdA2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/cw4InaE__oc/s1600-h/IMG_6710.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/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRRSlTdA2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/cw4InaE__oc/s320/IMG_6710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315462839897228130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRRB02PWtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YE7V1_OwGk8/s1600-h/DSC03658.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/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRRB02PWtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YE7V1_OwGk8/s320/DSC03658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315462552011889362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRQ7yW_PaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WDSQWdwOQC8/s1600-h/IMG_0355.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/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRQ7yW_PaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WDSQWdwOQC8/s320/IMG_0355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315462448264723874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRQ0HK-PqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zVJ84F9M6eA/s1600-h/DSC03611.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/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRQ0HK-PqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zVJ84F9M6eA/s320/DSC03611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315462316412518050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRQsGM64LI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7Vh8CjIoBas/s1600-h/DSC03598.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/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRQsGM64LI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7Vh8CjIoBas/s320/DSC03598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315462178713297074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRQiY43N3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/arwuZMTq-zQ/s1600-h/DSC03179.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/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRQiY43N3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/arwuZMTq-zQ/s320/DSC03179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315462011930752882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRQZ2Q7vFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8JN43BjzTJA/s1600-h/DSC02742.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/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRQZ2Q7vFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8JN43BjzTJA/s320/DSC02742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315461865197517906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRQOkYJenI/AAAAAAAAAGg/b1OaLJcHbcw/s1600-h/DSC02713.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/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRQOkYJenI/AAAAAAAAAGg/b1OaLJcHbcw/s320/DSC02713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315461671417379442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clock's showing 02.35 and its pass my bedtime already. Just a quick note. Here are pictures for all. Its non-chronological. Randomly selected. 9months to go. Seems just a short time, but for people i am missing, IT IS SUCH A LONG TIME. kalau mengandung pn sempat branak tau. Dilah ok kat sini. Safe and sound. Happy, content and relax. Duet tak byk, tapi alhamdulillah suma cukup.&lt;br /&gt;psst: Imran, jgnla buatkan keje skola maman. Nnt balek mama bace buku cite. Atas tuh bukan kuceng mama, kuceng angkat aje. Tp die gebu mcm abang maman la. Jgn bagi maktok mrajuk lagi tau! Mak: takpa la, nnt kak yg tunggu mak balek. terbalek court plak. Kakmelia: ya lah, klu takdak owang sambut, aku balek naek taxi. Brg2 nnt aku mintak pakcik taxi yg angkatkan. tapi aku yakin ank mesti tak sabaq aku balek kan...nk hadiah le tuh....wahahaha. ok2. pinggan mangkuk. terbukti anda perempuan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-6573937614109008138?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6573937614109008138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=6573937614109008138&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6573937614109008138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6573937614109008138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/03/datin-orked-abdullah.html' title='datin orked abdullah'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScRRcT2cTkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/azANkhlREPw/s72-c/IMG_6756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-231192752299286136</id><published>2009-03-18T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:38:00.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ape yg penting? Kerjasama!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScCiOgNENzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rk0alFzTQBo/s1600-h/Picture+337.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/_foWygPg9NOY/ScCiOgNENzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rk0alFzTQBo/s320/Picture+337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314425930343790386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;in yellow&lt;/span&gt;: aiman hakim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;caption&lt;/span&gt;: pose2...mama nk snap picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;in red&lt;/span&gt;: imran hakimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;caption&lt;/span&gt;: siap ah, lepas mama snap, aku nanges kuat2. owang nk maen camera mama tak kasik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama: abang maman buat ape neh? abang maman rindu mama tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maman: rindu. seribu juta kali. tgh tgk tv, tggu nk tgk wonderpets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama: owh...mama pn rindu maman jugak! mama takleh tgk wonderpets. mama takde tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maman: abes arituh mama nyanyi lagu wonderpets, mama tgk kat mane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama: mama tgk kat internet la. iim kan mandi kolam. apsal abang maman tak g mandi kolam? g la mandi kolam. g mandi g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutt. the other party ended the call. and i called back. talked to mak. and mak said maman is already with imran, mandi kolam. and he asked for laptop, nk tgk wonderpets kat internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tp bukan td die kate nk tgk wonderpets kat tv ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-231192752299286136?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/231192752299286136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=231192752299286136&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/231192752299286136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/231192752299286136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/03/ape-yg-penting-kerjasama.html' title='ape yg penting? Kerjasama!!'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/ScCiOgNENzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rk0alFzTQBo/s72-c/Picture+337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-628940361312600065</id><published>2009-03-16T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T03:49:12.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jambatan tamparuli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Sb4tdkF9uDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VKlfC4bwVco/s1600-h/IMG_6861edited.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/_foWygPg9NOY/Sb4tdkF9uDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VKlfC4bwVco/s320/IMG_6861edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313734596271913010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Membilang hari. Penantian satu penyeksaan. Namun fikiran ini menenangkan hatiku : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The world is the bridge to the Afterworld. Walk on it, but dont try to build on it. Sedarlah wahai hati, hidup terlalu singkat untuk diratapi. Terlalu sekejap untuk diamati indah pelangi.&lt;/span&gt; Walau apapun, persoalan hati jangan diselubungi emosi, kerna hati yang mengawal semuanya. Persoalan takwa, iman, segalanya dipersoalkan dari ketulusan hati. Saya bukanlah seorang yang sempurna serba serbi. Banyak yang masih perlu perbetulkan. Saya masih butuh bimbingan ilmuwan sekeliling. Akan saya gagahkan hari-hari yang berlalu. :) InsyaAllah. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-628940361312600065?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/628940361312600065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=628940361312600065&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/628940361312600065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/628940361312600065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/03/jambatan-tamparuli.html' title='jambatan tamparuli'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Sb4tdkF9uDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VKlfC4bwVco/s72-c/IMG_6861edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-3841684440463874433</id><published>2009-03-13T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:32:26.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeay! Umah dah ade tenet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SbsWgFo8U8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/2dV8r_fFbz4/s1600-h/IMG_5303.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/_foWygPg9NOY/SbsWgFo8U8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/2dV8r_fFbz4/s320/IMG_5303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312864925939160002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SbsWRYhuQMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5fl4g7HG8Wg/s1600-h/IMG_5414.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/_foWygPg9NOY/SbsWRYhuQMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5fl4g7HG8Wg/s320/IMG_5414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312864673311113410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SbsV_CgjkzI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3Y6oriZ4nXE/s1600-h/IMG_5423.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/_foWygPg9NOY/SbsV_CgjkzI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3Y6oriZ4nXE/s320/IMG_5423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312864358162993970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SbsV0OqvrYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/WzRTJxcXNnM/s1600-h/IMG_5425.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/_foWygPg9NOY/SbsV0OqvrYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/WzRTJxcXNnM/s320/IMG_5425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312864172448394626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SbsVj4CXszI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JsSZOwIqyXU/s1600-h/IMG_5444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SbsVj4CXszI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JsSZOwIqyXU/s320/IMG_5444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312863891495564082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SbsUf04Tt8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/1mBYPIDqHmM/s1600-h/IMG_5124.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/_foWygPg9NOY/SbsUf04Tt8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/1mBYPIDqHmM/s320/IMG_5124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312862722416949186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SbsUSFa2JAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2ykwJjztdC4/s1600-h/IMG_5127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SbsUSFa2JAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2ykwJjztdC4/s320/IMG_5127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312862486338610178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sape yg rase aku tak up-to-date sbab umah aku br nk gune broadband...erm...takpelah. ntah2 takde sape pn rs camtuh. Okeh. Malas nk ckp panjang, sempena meraikan kegembiraan ini, mari kita view gamba2 tiku. Gamba ini bertajuk Birthday Kami semua di Plymouth. Khas untuk tatapan keluarga nun jauh di Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imran, mama tak demam. And slama mama dok sini, mama tak penah masuk hospital. Simpankanlah 'sesuatu' untuk mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-3841684440463874433?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3841684440463874433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=3841684440463874433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3841684440463874433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3841684440463874433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeay-umah-dah-ade-tenet.html' title='Yeay! Umah dah ade tenet'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SbsWgFo8U8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/2dV8r_fFbz4/s72-c/IMG_5303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-4501935197606248369</id><published>2009-03-13T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:44:50.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saat ujian bertimpa-timpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saat ujian datang melanda, berduyun-duyun menimpa...janganlah Kau turunkan putus asa buatku. Tatkala hati sebak merintih, mengenang hari-hari lampau..memikirkan hari mendatang, kuatkan peganganku pada agamaMu. Setiap ujian yang kau turunkan buat hambaMu ini, moga dapat mensucikan hatiku. Moga dapat melunakkan jiwaku. Segalanya terlalu pedih, sangat kerdil aku rasakan. Ya Allah. Kuatkan hatiku, tabahkan jiwaku. Jangan kau wujudkan putus asa dalam hatiku, kerna aku sedar RahmatMu terlalu besar. Ya Allah. Bantulah hambaMu ini. Kudratku terlalu lemah, hatiku terlalu gundah.&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/4380358196898809421-4501935197606248369?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4501935197606248369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=4501935197606248369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4501935197606248369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4501935197606248369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/03/saat-ujian-bertimpa-timpa.html' title='saat ujian bertimpa-timpa'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-7632412401430507908</id><published>2009-03-09T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:52:54.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddam Hussein</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sejak kebelakangan ini, hati sarat menanggung rindu. 12 Mac 2009,  tarikh penting utk si kecik saddam yg nk dapat result besok. I dont wanna be puitis or whatsoever tonight...This is how i speak to him. This is for Saddam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;Dear Saddam,&lt;br /&gt;So, mak bgtau aku besok ank dapat result. amacam...chuak? i actually forgot about it, tp td ttba teringat tarikh besok. Sebab ank tukaq no fon...and i havent had the chance to ask kakmam for your new number(...and yes, new fon! ) so i am writing this khas untuk adik aku yg tak kecik mana. well, aku ada satu adik ja pn kan. First and foremost, bagusla bg fon jatuh gaung, dapat fon baru. syok la kan? bagus2...tapi persoalannya, apsal tak bagi aku fon no baru? owho...nk lari dari leteran aku ya! ceh...dont worry, ill find my way to get to you.&lt;br /&gt;know what saddam, tonight my heart reaches out for you. lately aku sangat malas nk buat kerja. sangat2 malas. tapi malam neh, thinking of you, teringat masa ank dpt result pmr dlu. mcmana ank berlakon depan arwah abah. mmg jadi. satu family pn cam tak percaya kan. hehe. bukan la apa...abes ank kan manja. even smpy now, dah la ank dok umah, duet berkepuk2...konon dah boleh drive..but we still see you as our adik kecik. sebab kalau boleh, aku taknak adik aku yg neh membesar. Ok fine. panjang sgt mukadimahnya.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, straight from the heart, i care for you. its just that i dont show it. That is why i ask kakmam to give you duet, so you can experience life after SPM the way you want it to. Buat dear Saddam, please bear in mind, the freedom that our family give you doesnt mean you can do everything sewenang2nya..okeh? Ada yg baek, ada yg buruk, and I think you know family kita tak strict. Sbab family believe that you distinguish between the good and the bad, sbab tu la you get the freedom.Yes, you may choose the path that you want to follow, kan? Kakak2 suma depend on you now. That is why you get your driving licence dulu dari kakmam and aku, sebab ktrg suma harapkan ank to take care of us. Big responsibility there dear. wahai budak kecik, even aku mcm kakak yg tak best, yg asek nk check your whereabouts after 12pm..(haah.ank mcm cinderella, aku kakak tiri), i hope you know...that whatever happens, i am here for you. Bukan bermaksud nk nag you spy balek umah tepat pukul 12, tapi hope si saddam yg ktrg suma syg neh paham, dalam umah tu ramai perempuan. Bahaya kan biaq kakak2 and mak dlm umah mcm tuh. Bukan bermaksud nk pk yg buruk..just being cautious. Check gate, check sliding door sume dah lock ke belom. Check tingkap2...kire kuceng aku cukup tak dlm umah. Make sure ibu kuceng tuh ada ngan anak2 dia. Tolong sama check suma keta2..tingkap tutup full ke tak. Pendek kata, keselamatan family is part of your responsibility now. If you need someone to talk to, just about anything, come and find me. I know you tell me bout your girlfriends la ape lah..and family tak object pn nk ade girlfriend kan. Tapi..ha, ade tapinyer lagi neh. Tapi, kene tawu la kan kita kat mana. Study semua jgn smpy lingkup ye... Send me sms, and ill call straightaway if possible. Just dont put these words " Dilah, call umah jap. Urgent". These make my heart stop. As years gone by, you grew up before my eyes (wah..ayat seorang ibulah!) Now the time has come for you to sail away from home but i love you the same anyway. Sorry that you dont get to share tomorrow with arwah abah, but thats ok kan. He is in our hearts. Kalau rindu2 arwah abah tuh, jgn lupa hadiahkan al-fatihah tau. Sometimes life seems hard for me here, aku bukan kuat mana pn. Konon nampak tough, tapi hati sangat lembut tau! hahahaha. Gelakkan la...gelak. Tapi apa yg penting, semayang jangan tinggal, buat apa pn, ingat Allah. I hope to include you picture here, tapi picture tuh masa kat airport dlu. Gambaq arwah abah ada, so aku belom kuat nk tgk gambaq2 tuh balek. Nnt la dah kuat sket, aku crop. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Hows kawan2 yg slalu lepak umah? still melepak kat bawah pokok janggus? owh, lupa...langkah dah makin panjang. Skarang lepak minum teh kat embun plak ea? lepak la smpy lebam. Jgn merepek yg bukan2 sudah. Oklah saddam. rindulah. nk buat esaimen plak. owang dah jalan laju, aku br nk start. Aku doakan ank dpt yg terbaik. Dapat result nnt ziarah la kubur arwah abah.&lt;br /&gt;Take care saddam busyuk. Assalamualaikum. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilah&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/4380358196898809421-7632412401430507908?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/7632412401430507908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=7632412401430507908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/7632412401430507908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/7632412401430507908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/03/saddam-hussein.html' title='Saddam Hussein'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-2011240359831740515</id><published>2009-03-05T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:49:38.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i spoiled my first time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Sa_mcLjPelI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sQe-Pne15e8/s1600-h/kubur.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309715857504434770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Sa_mcLjPelI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sQe-Pne15e8/s320/kubur.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: 3pt dotted"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;It was 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Feb 2009. Or maybe it was last July in the year 2008. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was dragging my feet to work lately. It has been a long time working as a cleaner for me. Or at least I feel like it has been. So I took 2 days off, because I plan to go to Young Entrepreneur conference at Eden, and helping my friend with her project at the Barbican. Things change at a short notice , I cannot undo my day off so I proceed with it. I was thankful though for having sometime to myself. Not only have I had 2 days off at work, but also 2 days off from class and lectures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I attended the Yassin recitation at a friend’s house. It was my first time really. I was excited, that I burned my flapjack. I had to do it second round. But it was easy-peasy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: 3pt dotted"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It started normal, like we normally did at Musolla. Started with selawat, and al-fatihah and stuffs. I opened the page, I saw people forming circles. I recognize the faces around. I saw someone sitting on the moo, I saw all girls bending their heads down, eyes following Arabic letters horizontally, mouth reciting it faithfully. All focused. The air was cold, as the window was opened. I feel cold. The sound buzzed in my ears. I started to follow. Then I stopped. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I looked around. The morning seemed quite. I saw the fluffy white fur of that creature which sat on the wooden platform erected in the middle of red earth. The creature meows. It looked at me, and I looked at it. ‘Thank you’, I murmured. Thank you for keeping him company. Thanks for staying with him, all these while when I couldn’t come. I was not clean yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I searched for the mat for me to sit. I like the white kurung I wore that day. With my white head scarf. I tried to dress as nice as possible, as presentable as I can. I brought along my favourite read, that blue book, quite heavy. I opened it to 903. My emotion did not tremble, at least not yet. I visited the journey that I experience, without sleeping, without the ability to swallow food&lt;i&gt;. My mind focused on many things, how ironic. The brain failed to recognize my basic needs. I don’t feel tired, that’s why I cant sleep. The brain failed to search to ‘hunger’ cable. So I rejected food. &lt;/i&gt;I looked at the letters. The letter Ya, with the duck-like shaped. And the letter ‘Sin’, a beautiful letter for me. I like the way it was painted with the last curve longer and heavier than the other two curves. Pretty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here I am, the first time in days, coming to tell you that I am back. That I am thankful to have you in my life, to have an ample time with you to at least let you know that I love you. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is my first gift to you, promising that other gifts will follow. I know our bond did not end, as mom’s bond with you end with your last breath. Didn’t you know that I was a part of mom? Yes, of course you know. Do you hear my heart? If you don’t, He listens and He knows. So I proceed. One by one line recited, with the trembling hands, accompanied by flow of tears. Flooded the two wells. Moistened the Holy page. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I felt that each and every word was the bridge between us. I spoke to you as I recited those magical words. I pour my heart out, telling you how I felt, how I missed you but couldn’t find you anywhere. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: 3pt dotted"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Before I knew it, it was the last line. The hardest part was coming to the last line. Its hard to end this conversation. Dad, I have come a long way, to find you not waiting for me. Dad, I have come all the way down to find your grave, without the last chance even to catch you last view. I know, He has greater plan for me. Maybe something better. Dad, I want to be a good and filial servant, so my prayer reaches you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The atmosphere was very different. I clutches the Holy Quran. Hold it tight to my chest. If I could, I wanted to bury it in my heart, so I have all the words ready to sooth me in times of need. I cant stop my eyes welling now. I am going to break down. Therefore I withdraw myself, feeling guilty for spoiling my first time. I withdraw myself and prostrate, for “seek patience with prayer”. The two rakaats wouldn’t seem enough to pour it all out. But He knows. He knows everything that I hide. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-2011240359831740515?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2011240359831740515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=2011240359831740515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2011240359831740515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2011240359831740515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/i.html' title='i spoiled my first time'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/Sa_mcLjPelI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sQe-Pne15e8/s72-c/kubur.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-1483898082780189917</id><published>2009-02-26T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T03:29:33.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another quick post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum....first and foremost, to those yg tak siap lagi assignment and comment, g buat dlu. siapkan yg penting, then come back here. (AWATIF: die break jap, jap g die sambung la). I have another blog, in fster, which was abandoned. haha. sian die. So, i was thinking of transferring the posts here. I plan to do that one by one of course, i dont want to suffocate...oops. Tut!&lt;br /&gt;Mestilah aku letak satu persatu kan, takut nnt korang tak larat nk bace plak, sbab blog tuh bukan best pn. I was just skimming through that old blog, and wonder at the way i think back in those days. oops, again. Tut! Hurm...Tambahan pula, aku dah ade satu post yang n'tahapeape. - means entah ape ape' tapi takleh di-paste kat sini. nnt ade mase aku tuleskan balek kat blogpost neh. Dah ade la sket aku tules balek, tapi mungkin mengambil mase sket. Sebab aku lately slalu letey  dan saket pinggang akibat jatuh rollerblade masih belum pulih. (mak, jgn risau, nnt baek la neh)..Oleh itu, mari kita mulakan dengan antara coretan tinta yang paling baru..(the latest?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE HOW IT GOES(June 3, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;i told myself a thousand times, that i am capable of anything that i think i am capable of. i believe in the power of mind, which is i can when i think i can. at the moment, i am very busy with msian fest preparation, assignment and work, plus class. i tried not to lose my head, but my body is getting weak. lack of rest and stuff, kinda make me exhausted. im losing focus now, cant take anything in lagi dah. nightmare. oh, what am i gonna do. hurm…ill leave it to God. may he shed some light and keep me strong each day. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE AS A BANDGIRL (May 29, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;i was watching the national bandcomp 2007, and my fav is that ‘happy feet’ part. hurm.. i am troublesome now. seems like i dont see any way out, but thats alright because there will be a way out. lets talk about band (sorry, i am mixing things up). i spent 5 years of my life in an institution called ‘band’. i have no idea why did i join it..but i guess its because i like music. i hate it so much, at first. it was all about physical, infact i called it ‘military-like’. i hate to stand in the line, which means i cannot move at all. i hate to be scolded and punished, its tiring. i simply hate it. and that was during early years of my experience. then, as time goes, i started to realize that there is more to that ‘physical torture’. i learnt about time management, i learnt about spirit and passion, i learnt about willingness to sacrifice time, i learn new things. the effect of being in a band is still there. i am thankful that i joined it, or else i wont be like this now. the things i like is about physical thing. keeps me fit and alert. in band, there’s no such thing is ‘tak tau pon’, ‘tak dapat pass up’.. or else, abes sume kene dende. i like the team work, the spirit. how i wish i am still in the band, how i miss the practice, how i miss being in the line…how i miss everything about it now. all in all, i am glad i learned the things i learnt. that makes the band an important aspect of my life.&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/4380358196898809421-1483898082780189917?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1483898082780189917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=1483898082780189917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1483898082780189917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/1483898082780189917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-quick-post.html' title='another quick post'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-4130134578882113396</id><published>2009-02-22T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:06:51.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am cleaner a.k.a. nurse tak bertauliah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SaG-Ydpt75I/AAAAAAAAAFE/fI2b7g-A15w/s1600-h/27012009698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SaG-Ydpt75I/AAAAAAAAAFE/fI2b7g-A15w/s320/27012009698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305731163504897938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick drop here, the pic edited sempena meng-offtask kan diri drpd membuat esaimen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-4130134578882113396?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4130134578882113396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=4130134578882113396&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4130134578882113396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4130134578882113396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-cleaner-aka-nurse-tak-bertauliah.html' title='I am cleaner a.k.a. nurse tak bertauliah'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SaG-Ydpt75I/AAAAAAAAAFE/fI2b7g-A15w/s72-c/27012009698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-2596664620792063928</id><published>2009-02-20T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:34:15.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nota pendek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadangkala terlintas di hati, adakah wacana penting untuk diri ini menulis? Sememangnya ada hajat di hati untuk menulis dengan serius, namun belum tercapai nampaknya cita-cita yang satu. Mungkin hati belum cukup kuat untuk itu. Namun demikian, setiap kali aku rasa impian ini semakin jauh, akan aku tarik balik angan-angan itu supaya dekat. Akan aku amati semula bentuknya, kukuh atau tidak. Akan aku pastikan kejelasan angan ku yang satu ini. Setakat ini, hanya di ruang blog ini aku memuntahkan segala isu yang kukira pantas untuk dikongsi. Isu-isu yang aku rasa agak menarik untuk kawan-kawan. Di sini aku memohon kemaafan atas isu-isu yang bagai angin lalu, yang tidak memberi maklumat atau mencetuskan pendapat. (seperti isu beethoven dicampak keluar tingkap). Ku kira tidak perlu untuk mengemaskini tulisan ku sehari-hari. Mungkin diamku akan membuahkan hasil, siapa tahu? Buat masa ini aku lebih selesa menyimpan semua idea-idea di dalam jurnal yang setia itu. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jage diri...jgn nenakal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Awatif 'Adilah&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-2596664620792063928?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2596664620792063928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=2596664620792063928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2596664620792063928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2596664620792063928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/nota-pendek.html' title='nota pendek'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-6908077171920759036</id><published>2009-02-19T03:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T04:06:36.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam, tolong aku.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          Kakiku terus-terusan melangkah. Setapak demi setapak. Punggung akur melenggok sealiran derapan kaki yang dipaksakan. Aku tidak hairan dengan mata yang mengamati setiap pelusuk tubuhku. Aku tahu, ada mata lain yang akan memperlakukan mereka sebegitu.&lt;br /&gt;          Jam besar di tengah tempat ku berteduh berdenting lagi. Aku pingin bertanyakan jam, 'bahagiakah kamu...saban hari menjadi penunggu? Apa cerita menarik yang kau ada untuk diriku? Jam...adakah engkau sedikit waktu?'&lt;br /&gt;          Kadangkala aku rasa keliru, kerna aku sering diburu. Aku semput pabila ku bersenang-senang, bila aku terbang di awangan. Terkadang aku gundah bila disaji kata bermadah. Kerna, ia tidak mungkin setenang hatiku di atas sejadah. Memuntahkan segala rasa dan penyakit minda yang ku kira mampu menjadi racun tanpa penawar. Ada juga ketikanya, aku rimas sungguh, ingin ku libas, tebas semuanya. Biar lapang dada. Biar kosong mataku.&lt;br /&gt;          Jam...Aku terkurung di padang ini. Aku buta disimbah cahaya. Sudah kukatakan bukan, hidup ini hanya untuk Dia. Namun asyiknya dunia, dipenuhi berbagai cinta, dihiasi indahnya cinta terus membuatku lupa. Nikmatnya dunia menggodaku untuk terus menguntum senyuman. Mekarnya warna-warni pelangi merona hidup ini, hingga tidak langsung terfikirkan kudis-kudis hatiku yang semakin parah bernanah.&lt;br /&gt;          Bagaimana harus aku bertemu Tuhanku? Aku malu sungguh. Jam, tolong aku. Aku lemas dalam nafasku.&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/4380358196898809421-6908077171920759036?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6908077171920759036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=6908077171920759036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6908077171920759036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6908077171920759036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/jam-tolong-aku.html' title='Jam, tolong aku.'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-2678600722896970778</id><published>2009-02-19T02:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T02:33:11.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beethoven, mama mintak maaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Beetho,&lt;br /&gt;while u were having a great time looking outta my window,i heard the creaking sound of the front door. We both know who it was. Yeah. Margaret. Banyak kali mama kene sound sbab kasik Beetho makan. Banyak kali jugak mama buat2 bodoh. Mama simpan Beethonyer makanan kat dlm almari, sorok2. Pinggan Beetho sume kene sembunyi. Sbab tuh bile Beetho datang mama kalut nk cari food and milk nk bagi Beetho makan. Mama suke je Beetho dtg, tapi sorry....arineh mama terpaksa CAMPAK BEETHO KUAR TINGKAP. sebabnyer...bile2 mase je Margeret boleh bukak pintu bilik mama. Beetho tawu die ade kunci bilik mama kan. Wawa...mama rase bersalah neh. Isk. Sian Beetho. Baru nk tido dah kene kuar. Sorry ye sweetheart. Kejap lagi kalau Beetho datang kite maen kejar2...Beetho boleh je tarik langsir pintu bilik mama. Sampai tercabut pon mama tak marah. You can have the bed to you alone. I wont disturb. Promise. Mintak maaf ye. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mama&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/4380358196898809421-2678600722896970778?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2678600722896970778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=2678600722896970778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2678600722896970778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2678600722896970778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/beethoven-mama-mintak-maaf.html' title='Beethoven, mama mintak maaf'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-2728968771085246909</id><published>2009-02-17T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:58:27.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is everything alright?</title><content type='html'>is everything alright?&lt;br /&gt;coz i cant sleep at night,&lt;br /&gt;though i hold on my pillow tight,&lt;br /&gt;but the tired eyes and the disturbed mind continue to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is everything fine?&lt;br /&gt;coz i cant stop the way my mind,&lt;br /&gt;cant seem to stop to whine,&lt;br /&gt;and the heart's starting to have layers of grime&lt;br /&gt;of worrying thoughts, oh...it doesnt rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant reach for the answers&lt;br /&gt;nor can i ask porters "have you seen those cute monsters?"&lt;br /&gt;for their answers did not promise me glitters,&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid it will make my heart shatters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah penat pk. smoga sentiasa dalam lindunganNya. ill stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-2728968771085246909?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2728968771085246909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=2728968771085246909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2728968771085246909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2728968771085246909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-everything-alright.html' title='is everything alright?'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-4697646613551382954</id><published>2009-02-17T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T04:54:18.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the videos</title><content type='html'>The first one: "salji sekejap 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Laen kali gue update lagi... neh utk hilang rindu. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-4697646613551382954?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5852f06395a32796&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=acbbe24cf598ed97&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4697646613551382954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=4697646613551382954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4697646613551382954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4697646613551382954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/videos.html' title='the videos'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-5558227007495154134</id><published>2009-02-16T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:57:51.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what blogging means to me (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SZl-0XMbx0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/m4l9_NU93ak/s1600-h/duilah+uniform.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SZl-0XMbx0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/m4l9_NU93ak/s320/duilah+uniform.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303409474249934658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOGGING: Tiku online dictionary: Staring blankly at the blog, with the roasted seaweed on the right hand, and the left hand struggle to press the alphabet key. Mouth: munching seaweed. teeth turning green because of seaweed, just because i desperately need sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to anyone yg malas nk bace 'what blogging means to me' (the one i wrote previously), tak yah. Mmg takde kaitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write letters home, i sent pictures back. Oops. Tutt. Haah, aku anta surat, siyes. Handwritten lagi. owh. tules tangan tau. Tp susah la nk bace kan sbab tulesan aku cam hampeh. So, sekarang neh, mak dah sedikit rajen nk bukak2 blog neh. Oleh yg demikian, aku akan mengubah sedikit stail penulisan dlm blog, juga merajinkan diri untuk include gambar2 dan video untuk mak (juge owang yg asek tak dapat nk tgk video kat facebook. huhu...). Oleh itu jgn la pelik jika blog ini akan semakin byk gambar2 aku. Langsung tidak terniat di hati untuk menjadi narcissist, tapi bear in mind yg ini tak ade kaitan dengan yg hidup atau pn yg meninggal dunie. aik? takdelah. memaen aje. Its for my family. so klu ttbe terlintas di hati   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"tiku neh apehal"&lt;/span&gt;...hentikanlah. ecewah. biar la korang nk kate ape, biar la kan aku nk buat ape. blog aku. :)&lt;br /&gt;So, btw, aku rase aku suke Fall Out Boy la. Mungkinkah aku sudah hilang jiwang? wahahaha. mungkin tidak... hidup jiwang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-5558227007495154134?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5558227007495154134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=5558227007495154134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5558227007495154134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5558227007495154134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-blogging-means-to-me-part-2.html' title='what blogging means to me (Part 2)'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SZl-0XMbx0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/m4l9_NU93ak/s72-c/duilah+uniform.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-3563263551912531649</id><published>2009-02-15T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:20:46.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mak,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SZfeWRK9_FI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aSyu8ELLwEQ/s1600-h/royal+albert2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SZfeWRK9_FI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aSyu8ELLwEQ/s320/royal+albert2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302951560399944786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;Sbab umah takde tenet, my mum will access the blog for my updates. (Mak, dont forget to afundi Dilah..:)) Neh ha, Royal Albert i am talking about. Nak ka? Next pic:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-3563263551912531649?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3563263551912531649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=3563263551912531649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3563263551912531649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3563263551912531649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-mak.html' title='Dear Mak,'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SZfeWRK9_FI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aSyu8ELLwEQ/s72-c/royal+albert2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-2170386868814680447</id><published>2009-02-14T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:27:11.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>isk. blogspot neh nk kene!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Assalamualaikum, hello... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Sehat ke awk? ehe. tak pasal. Ape ntah nk ckp tadi, aha. TIKU. Ok. mari2...cite2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;SEJARAHNYE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;      Back in Sekolah Tun Fatimah when i was in F2, i was in the same dorm with Awatiff Hanim Aznan. Banyak persamaan kami, bukan sekadar nama. Antaranya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~TUN TEJA&lt;br /&gt;kami berdua menghuni blok yg sama...iaitu Tun Teja (block A, kaler biru...slalu menang sports day...oops, jgn terase owang laen...abes aku kene kutuk kang)&lt;br /&gt;~ 2 TEGAS&lt;br /&gt;haah, kami due2 pon amek French. seb baek tak duduk sebelah2&lt;br /&gt;~ A1-13&lt;br /&gt;Bukan setakat satu dorm, bedmate lagik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REASON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;          Nk dijadikan cerite, seniors panggil due2 Awatif. (yelah, kan name aku, takkan nk panggil aku nadiah ke...puteri syurga ke kan, sorry puterup). there were times yg bilamana senior panggil, 2-2 menyahut. ade jugak time yg due2 buat bodoh. Yelah, abes dah tatawu derang panggil sape. Lame kelamaan kakak2 pn pening. last2 they come up with 2 nicknames. The first one is 'timok', sbab kawan aku tuh comel orangnyer. Die lawa beb, ade darah arab lagi. aku je darah melayu campur jawa campur bugis...air batu campur. Name aku jadik 'Tiku'. maknenyer, awatif kurus. Siyes beb, aku mcm ranting dulu2. awak bawak snare drum pn tak larat beb awal2 tuh. kdg2 bahu aku lebam. Pinggang? takyah nk ckp, aku rs mcm aku prektis untuk mengandung plak. Ade skali aku period pain tahap cipan teruk. Siyes tak larat up drum. itu dikire prektis utk beranak. haha. gile. pulak lepas tuh, si awatiff neh kuar skola mase f3. Dahla name die tak lekat kat awatiff hanim...name tiku tuh plak yg lekat kat aku smpy lah sekarang.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CIKGU PN JOIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If im not mistaken...Cikgu Azam was the first cikgu panggil aku Tiku. Once i was in the bandroom, die dtg jenguk kepala...cr 'Tiku'. I was like.." ah, sudah...cikgu panggil aku tiku plak". Kat Marjon, takde lecturer panggil tiku...smpylah one day kantoi ngan Katy yg derang panggil aku Tiku. Smpy now die panggil aku Tiku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEBENARNYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;          it was easier for me, to introduce myself as tiku. "hai, i am tiku". It is easier for mat salehs kat sini jugak to pronounce my name as Tiku, rather than "Awatif" yg akhirnya end up "Awaitif Atan". But then, Jason had no problem pronouncing Awatif. I changed my friendster from Tiku to Awatif Adilah. Sbabnyer, aku rase name tuh dah cukup cantik. name setiap owang dah cukup2 cantik dengan die. kan..? Oleh itu, sy sangat2 appreciate owang yg panggil aku Awatif rather than Tiku. Kan ade makne setiap name tuh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;          Makne name aku? Kelembutan perasaan. Mule2 aku tanyer mak...mak ckp Awatif Adilah means kesayanganku yg adil. Next, aku tanyer budak2 Oman. Derang ckp 'Awatf' means emosi. Aku tanye encik Abdul Haiyee kat nun jauh di sane, die ckp Awatif is from 'atif' which means lembut. Ok. fine. mane lembutnyer? (weiyh, tak tawu ke aku ayu?wahahaha). Then, adik kecik name Nadiah telah menolong mengconcludekan sume makne2 ini...Jadilah 'Awatif' - kelembutan perasaan. 'Adilah' - yg adil. Tawulah aku kat mane lembutnyer. (uit, aku soft-hearted ape, cube kasik kucing sekor, mesti aku bertukar sifat jadi 'keibuan'. kuikui). Oklah. tamat sesi merepek malam ini. Aku sudah ngantuk, juge rase sedikit bersalah sbab tanyer soklan merepek2. sudah2. dah besar, jgn nk asek merepek aje. kate nk PhD, asek nak maen2..camne nk PhD.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;psst: awak, sorry. &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/4380358196898809421-2170386868814680447?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2170386868814680447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=2170386868814680447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2170386868814680447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2170386868814680447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/isk-blogspot-neh-nk-kene.html' title='isk. blogspot neh nk kene!'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-2813127872472476132</id><published>2009-02-12T17:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:34:38.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>konteks ouch!</title><content type='html'>menusuk. thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-2813127872472476132?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2813127872472476132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=2813127872472476132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2813127872472476132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2813127872472476132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/konteks-ouch.html' title='konteks ouch!'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-5934171852660281286</id><published>2009-02-10T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:10:35.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dame Hannah Roger school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SZISePAggNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kagdFWyZuhQ/s1600-h/DSC03562.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/_foWygPg9NOY/SZISePAggNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kagdFWyZuhQ/s320/DSC03562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301320022002532562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag from buah hati kat Perancis:&lt;br /&gt;yang, i tipu. ini bukan gamba yg mcm u tules dlm blog u. i amek gamba neh saje nk tayang. wakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota gambar: Phone gedabak tuh bukan utk telepon atau bergayut. Itu tujuannyer sbg tour guide tak bertauliah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst: Tanak tag sape2. malas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah rase terbelenggu? hehe. Ok, jgn salah pk. Penah tak dengar lagu Di Persimpangan Dilema: Nora. (Bukan Norafizah Mohd). alah...ala2 macam ko nk kene siap2 g kelas tp ko rase sayang sungguh kat katil dan bantal. Juga seperti its time to go to work tp bontot berakar kat kerusi. Ha, Camtuhlah maksudnyer. Ok. Pendek kate meh aku cite lah kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rs sedikit suffocate this week. Sbabnyer, aku rs MACAM banyak keje, and aku rs aku MMG banyak keje. Tapi aku suke maen2 lagi. Isk. Ini tabiat buruk. Kdg2 aku ade keje, tp aku buat2 bodoh. Oklah. Pendek kate (dah brape kali pendek kate da...), aku nk list kan amende yg aku nk kene buat, and tarikh2 yg penting. spy takde yg tertinggal, or anything yg tak bagus. I wanna keep this post short, sbab KORANG PN KENE G BT KEJE KORANG. jgn asek blog hopping. haha. (Konteks ouch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petua owang tue macam aku bile malas&lt;br /&gt;1. Make sure dah smayang, sbab smayang tuh cam timetable&lt;br /&gt;2. Mandi, utk buang malas&lt;br /&gt;3. Klu ngantok sgt, baek g tdo. Bangun fresh, bleh bt keje dengan lagi cepat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/2-bawak adik2 pegi asda, beli brg asda.&lt;br /&gt;14/2-Fiqh Musafir, CNY celebration&lt;br /&gt;15/2-Mira perform&lt;br /&gt;16/2 - Draft online response, nk discuss ngan group&lt;br /&gt;18/2-Eden conference&lt;br /&gt;19/2- Barbican traditional dance&lt;br /&gt;           1000 words online response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Part-time (cewah...part-time!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pak Zul's sinopsis cerpen&lt;br /&gt;Godek Games&lt;br /&gt;Stuart's photo story&lt;br /&gt;Re-Organized Filing&lt;br /&gt;Godek Eden conference&lt;br /&gt;Godek camera and cocoon&lt;br /&gt;Budget&lt;br /&gt;Paris trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: dikala tensen, eloklah bace Quran. tp, hehehe...slalu tiku ngan mira(esp) akan layan PRamlee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-5934171852660281286?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5934171852660281286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=5934171852660281286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5934171852660281286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/5934171852660281286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/dame-hannah-roger-school.html' title='Dame Hannah Roger school'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SZISePAggNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kagdFWyZuhQ/s72-c/DSC03562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-8166433392505315957</id><published>2009-02-10T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:43:38.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku sebuah Beg, sebatang Pensel...lalala</title><content type='html'>Ingat lagi karangan autobiografi skola rendah? Hana ckp itu untk ajar moral: sile sayang barang2 anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ok, smlm aku g keje, toilet rosak. Pastuh aku masuk tgk ape yg rosak. Ade note: "Could you please clean the inside door handle?" ok. Aku tgk door handle. Something kaler coklat, in liquid form, ade ade serpihan pepejal yang berselepet di pemegang pintu. Yucks. euw. wawa....aku kene bersihkan ke? Ok. Tinggal jap. G buang sampah dulu. Pk. Pk. Pk lagi. Isk. kalu aku tak cuci, sape nk cuci, deparment aku, my baby. haish. Aku msuk balek, letak alcohol banyak2. G ECG room, amek glove bebanyak. Abeh sume mende aku letak...alcohol, sanitizer, all-purpose cleaner, air freshener pn aku letak. Haish. Lame sungguh aku 'mencuci'. Sambil cuci, apesal ntah aie mate meleleh. wawa...mengenangkan nasib diri sebagai tukang cuci.&lt;br /&gt;    Ok. Abes dah door handle. Otak: "erm...takkan kat door handle je kot, mesti ade tempat laen yang menerima nasib yang same ngan door handle tuh". cari. cari. cari. There you go. Kawasan bawah toilet bowl pn abes kene. adekah owang ini kene epilepsi sewaktu qada' hajat? ataupon die terencat? oklah. itu tak penting. yang penting kene bersihkan. takpe2...buat aje tiku. rezeki halal kan. Kan kalu tolong buang halangan utk orang laen dapat pahale. ok!. bersihkanlah.&lt;br /&gt;    Mira, Zati, Tiku's conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIKU: weyh, smlm aku kene bersihkan....tuut kat door handle. abes la aku makan gune fork and spoon pas neh&lt;br /&gt;MIRA: Aku penah je. Owang muntah dlm bath tub. Bau beer beb.&lt;br /&gt;ZATI: Mase aku cuci caravan dlu pn ade je tuut merate. euw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Okeh, pendek kati hidup sebagai cleaner, itulah cabarannya. Niat saya bukan nk merungut, cume kadang2 kalau kite dah gune toilet or anything, check. Check untuk memudahkan owang laen yg nk gune lepas kite (dan utk cleaner gak...sian cleaner), check untuk takde anything valuable tertinggal...check kot2 ade yang terlupe buat, lupe flush dsb. Kan aib kite jugak tuh. Tak gitu? hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;    For Mak, or Kakmam, nnt Dilah upload gambaq uniform yan menampakkan sy sebagai seorang Nurse, bukan Cleaner. ecewah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Nota kali ini tidak puitis sbab sy ngantok sangat. Beetho ade depan mate neh ha, tido. sy nk join die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-8166433392505315957?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/8166433392505315957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=8166433392505315957&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/8166433392505315957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/8166433392505315957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/aku-sebuah-beg-sebatang-pensellalala.html' title='Aku sebuah Beg, sebatang Pensel...lalala'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-2754716290567277947</id><published>2009-02-04T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:22:13.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crammed, boiled, breathless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kehadapan hati,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Bagaimanakah keadaanmu ketika ini? Adakah engkau sepi tanpaku? Adakah engkau ingin berlari dan mencari aku?&lt;br /&gt;    Aku tetap kuat dan utuh selama kau tidak menyedari bahawa aku tetap bersamamu, walau di ceruk mana pun engkau sembunyi. Aku tidak risau akan kehilanganmu, kerana aku tahu kau akan kembali ke sisiku. Sudah kujangka, kau tidak akan mampu hidup kerna kau mahu aku. Kau perlu cahayaku untuk menjernihkan kelammu.&lt;br /&gt;    Hati, aku di sini. Sebati dengan dirimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Salam rindu,&lt;br /&gt;    Semangat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weyh, tiku. merepek amende neh? tukar mode. Tuut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huish. siyesly, i am crammed and breathless. I dont feel like going to work cause i dont feel like it. Inilah aku bile gelabah. I want to vomit, and i wanna cry. But i cant. neh sume Beetho la neh. Gemok. Conquer katil Pastuh pose tido paling mengancam. Mmg menampakkan katil aku inviting. Wah2..post2 bahasa Melayu made me feel like a laureate. Wah. Go go shahnon ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;Other side of tiku:&lt;br /&gt;Cik Awatif, i wonder why do you have to panic. You have 2 days to go. You can work it out all night. Buat slow2 la syg, nnt lelame kang abes jugak kan. Dah2. tarik nafas dalam2. G semayang. Pegi keje. Balek la awal sket arineh. Pastuh jangan off-task. Resource, outline sume dah ade kan. Ape nk gelabahkan? Ok. Now, go. No more talking. Its a serious business now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh. Chiowz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Awatif 'Adilah Atan @ Abdullah...&lt;br /&gt;no tepon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine. merepek.&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/4380358196898809421-2754716290567277947?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2754716290567277947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=2754716290567277947&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2754716290567277947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2754716290567277947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/crammed-boiled-breathless.html' title='Crammed, boiled, breathless'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-4361006120629471362</id><published>2009-02-03T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T04:30:08.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AZIMAT ABAH....as promised.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Azimat Abah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Memori ini masih segar dalam ingatan. Waktu itu aku dikehendaki balik awal ke sekolah. Seperti biasa, aku pulang ke rumah bersama kawan-kawan bersempena dengan cuti semester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Hari pertama aku sampai ke rumah, aku sudah mula membantu emak, menolong apa-apa yang patut. Selepas makan tengah hari, emak dan abah keluar. Ke bank, kata emak. Lalu, aku pun meneruskan tugasku.......&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Sedang asyik aku membaca &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;surat&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; khabar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;“ Assalamualaikum, ini rumah Encik Hamdan?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Tanya seorang wanita dalam awal 30-an.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Siapa ni? Bisik hati kecilku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;“ Ya, boleh saya bantu puan?” tanyaku.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;”Saya baru pulang dari bandar, tadi saya nampak emak dan abah awak.......mereka......kemalangan...” jelas wanita itu. Dia nampak berat untuk menyatakan berita itu kepadaku.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;” Betulkah?” tanyaku seolah-olah tidak percaya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Aku terkedu. Kurasakan dunia ini ligat berputar. Semuanya nampak kau dan kelam.....Baru sebentar tadi mereka keluar. Ketika itu aku keseorangan, membuatkan aku bertambah kaget. Aku menelefon abang. Mujurlah dia dalam perjalanan pulang. Abang tidak terus pulang ke rumah sebaliknya dia terus ke hospital.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Tidak lama kemudian, abang balik, membonceng emak. Pelik, mana abah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;“Sabarlah, abah akan dimasukkan ke wad kerana dia masih belum sedarkan diri. Mungkin dia trauma.” ujar emak sambil membelai-belai lembut rambutku. Aku tahu, emak sebenarnya gusar dengan keadaan abah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Gelodak rasa yang kutahan sejak menerima berita tadi makin hebat berkocak. Aku ingin sekali menangis, namun aku tidak mahu mewarnai rumah itu dengan warna-warna suram ketika emosi semua penghuninya berada pada keadaan rapuh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Petang itu, aku, emak dan adikku melawat abah di hospital yang letaknya 15 minit dari rumahku.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Hatiku bertambah sebak melihat badannya berlumuran darah. Waktu iu, abah sudah sedarkan diri. Dia hanya mampu duduk di atas katil dan tidak banyak bercakap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Malam itu, tinggal kami bertiga yang menghuni rumah. Aku, emak dan adik. Aku berasa bertanggungjawab untuk berada di sisi emak untuk menyokongnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Dan….malam itu juga emak menceritakan bagaimana kemalangan itu berlaku. Kurenung wajah emak. Riak wajahnya tidak menggambarkan apa-apa perasaan, namun jauh di hati kecilnya, aku tahu perasaannya berkecamuk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Menurut emak, beberapa hari lalu, adik bongsu abah menelefonnya, meminta abah mencari sebuah van sewa untuk kemudahannya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Mak Su akan datang ke negeriku. Namun semalam ( malam sebelum kemalangan) dia menelefon sekali lagi dan membatalkan hasratnya itu kerana dia akan ke rumah abang iparnya di Balik Pulau. Dan semalam, abah menyatakan hasratnya untuk bertemu dengan adik kesayangannya itu. Ibu melarang. Katanya, tak usah pergi kalau tidak berjemput. Aku tahu ibu tidak bermaksud menghalang niat murni abah, tapi takut abah terkilan nanti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Air muka abah nampak suram sedikit pagi tadi, mungkin kerana terlalu rindu untuk bertemu Mak Su. Sebelum dia ke bank bersama emak pagi tadi, dia ada menyuarakan hasratnya untuk berjumpa Mak Su petang nanti. Tak sangka, hasratnya tidak tercapai. Dia tidak tahu di mana hendak mencari rumah abang ipar Mak Su itu kerana Mak Su tidak menyatakan lokasi sebenar rumah abang iparnya. Kata abah, jika ada rezeki, pasti dia akan bertemu dengan Mak Su.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Malam itu, aku tidak dapat melelapkan mata walau sepicing pun. Aku tahu abah sudah lama terputus hubungan dengan keluarganya. Hanya sekali-sekala menelefon dan menghantar kad sempena Hari Raya. Kali terakhir aku pulang ke kampung, sewaktu atuk meninggal dunia sewaktu aku dalam darjah 3.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Aku mengambil keputusan untuk membantu abah dala usaha untuk mencari Mak Su yang sudah lama terpisah. Pada mulanya aku tidak tahu apa perlu dibuat. Oleh itu, aku mengambil keputusan untuk mengikut abah ke Tanjung untuk bertemu Mak Su, tapi sungguh tidak disangka hajat abah tidak kesampaian.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Keesokan harinya, abah dibenarkan keluar hospital. Abang dan kakak-kakakku semuanya pulang setelah menerima berita kemalangan abah. Aku tahu, abah tidak cedera teruk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Syukurlah, abah sudah semakin pulih. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Malam itu, aku, along, angah dan kak Teh berbual panjang. Waktu itu, emak dan abah sedang nyenyak tidur. Peristiwa ini amat-amat menyedarkan kami bahawa abah sudah semakin tua dan kudratnya semakin lemah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Namun, abah terpaksa bekerja untuk menampung perbelanjaan kami sekeluarga. Tahun lepas, ketika bulan puasa, masih kuingat lagi…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Suatu hari, abah balik seperti biasa dari kerja, sambil menunggang motosikal buruknya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Sebaik sampai di pintu pagar, tiba-tiba abah hilang kawalan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Motosikalnya terbalik. Mujur pada waktu itu mak ada di hadapan rumah. Emak memapah abah ke dalam rumah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Walaupun abah sudah tua, dia masih memerah keringat untuk memastikan kami semua memiliki kelengkapan yang cukup dan hidup selesa. Bajunya tidak pernah berganti sejak beberapa tahun yang lalu. Juga tidak pernah kulihat dia membeli apa-apa untuk dirinya, walau sepasang selipar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Aku sedar abah terlalu sayangkan kami. Aku kasihan melihat abah, kerjanya bukannya mudah. Kerja mengangkat dan menyusun kayu balak yang dilakukannya saban hari sangat berat dan tidak setimpal dengan gaji yang diperolehnya. Aku pernah melawat ke kilangnya. Aku lihat abah bersungguh-sungguh bekerja di bawah terik mentari.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Aku di jadualkan balik semula ke sekolah pada 6 Jun. Pada 4 Jun, aku mengikut abah ke kilangnya untuk mengambil gaji. Hanya RM 66 yang dia peroleh dalam seminggu. Tengah hari itu abah mengajak aku berjalan-jalan. Aku menyatakan hasratku untuk membeli kasut. Lalu, abah membawaku ke sebuah pusat beli belah dan membelikanku sepasang kasut baru.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Kemudian, kami berlegar-legar di sekitar pusat beli belah itu. Kulihat abah membelek-belek sehelai baju di situ. Jelas sekali yang abah sangat berminat dengan baju itu. Beberapa kali abah mencubanya. Yang aku hairan, mengapa abah tidak membelinya? Sewaktu berjalan menuju kereta, emak bertanyakan perihal baju itu. Lalu, jawab abah, dia tidak cukup wang untuk membeli baju itu. Sebak yang bergumpal di dada kutahan. Aku hampir-hampir tidak dapat membendung perasaanku ketika itu. Tak kusangka kerana kasutku, abah tidak dapat membeli bajunya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Oleh kerana itu, akan kuhargai kasut ini dan akan kusimpan ia sebagai satu tanda kenanganku dan abah. Walau abah akan meninggalkanku suatu masa kelak, kasut ini menjadi kenangan yang tidak ternilai harganya buatku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Malah, aku akan berusaha bersunguh-sungguh untuk mengubah nasib keluargaku. Ketika itu, abah tidak lagi perlu bekerja. Akan kulayan abah seperti raja hinggakan dia akan melupakan bahawa dia pernah menderita untuk membesarkan anak-anaknya suatu ketika dahulu. Ya Allah, semoga abah akan sempat mengecap kebahagiaan itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Disebabkan itu jugalah, semangat abah akan terus bersemadi di setiap urat nadiku, selagi nafas ini ada, akan kusemat kegigihan abah sebagai azimat untukku menempuhi hari-hari mendatang dengan tabah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-4361006120629471362?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4361006120629471362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=4361006120629471362&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4361006120629471362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/4361006120629471362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/azimat-abahas-promised.html' title='AZIMAT ABAH....as promised.'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-3421278473418495367</id><published>2009-02-02T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:31:39.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Snowing...again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear, the coldness..eyh, bahase melayu lah tiku.  ok, let me start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah membute selame 13 jam...aku bangun jam 5 pagi. isk. mcm pelik aje bunyik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah 13 jam aku belayar dalam lena, aku terjaga sebelum azan subuh berkumandang. Saat itu sepi, sungguh sepi. Ditambah deruan angin yang kadangkala kurasa bagai cemburu akan manusia yang telah bersiap sedia untuk sujud padaNya menambahkan beban di mata.&lt;br /&gt;Dingin subuh yang menggigit tetap tidak juga hilang hingga sore. Kepulan asap tidak menyaksikan peningkatan suhu, bahkan setiap saat dunia makin membeku. Hariku gagahi dengan sisa kudrat yang ada. Mungkin kami akan beku hari ini. Kepala yang berdenyut membuat aku kembali lena setelah hati mengomel tentang si gemok jingga yg menjelajahi tempat peraduanku. Persis 'dunia ini dia yang punya'. Lalu, sekian kalinya aku lena ditemani si gemok yang tak endah langsung kehadiranku disisi. Dunia kelam mimpiku terganggu dengan jeritan ceria bidadari penghuni rumah yang lain. Ah, sudah kuagak...mungkin salji. Aku bingkas bangun, tanpa menyedari sigemok telah terjatuh di tepi katil. Persetankan. Aku mau ambil gambar sebanyak mungkin hari ini. Aku bersiap sepantas mampu, namun tidak juga memungkinkan aku menjadi antara makhluk pertama yang meraikan kelahiran buih2 putih yang menderu turun dari langit. Jiran baru kami telah lama bercanda di kawasan lapang antara rumah2 yang terdapat di situ. Puas bermain salji, dan merakamkan kenangan antara kami yang sudah tidak banyak waktu untuk bersama, aku meluru ke dalam rumah. Dek kesejukan dan keghairahan bermain salji, aku pingin berkongsi saat ini dengan seseorang. Seperti tahun sebelumnya, aku ingin berkongsi salji kali ini dengan dia. Lincah jemari mendail. Talian belum bersambung bila aku tersedar. Tak mungkin kali ini. Tidak akan. Ku kuakkan langsir, ku buka jendela. Rasa sejuk angin kali ini tetap sama seperti sebelumnya. Perasaannya jua sama. Bezanya, kali ini lebih syahdu. Lebih rasa sepi. Pungguh dilabuhkan dan mata tertancap keluar tingkap. Sama lagi. Namun kali ini, sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Catatan Salji 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1551,3rd march 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;steve's class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"write down the 6 key conditions...." . then someone in the class.. "is that snow?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone started looking out the window. the day's quite dark. and its freezing cold in the class..though tingkap bukak sket je. and i looked. nope. its just hail shower. hurm..hail shower will be followed with snow. hurm. lovely. no one can concentrate on the discussion now. we're too bz counting the tiny spots. :) "alrite, lets go out and experience the snow." steve knew that we wouldnt be able to focus again.steve let us go early. thanks steve. so there we went, after him.we throw snowballs to our buddies. it doesnt matter whether we have the coats on or not. we just want to feel it, stand in the coldness, let it cover our apparel. let it melt on us. let it be. subhanallah. it's beautiful. its wonderful. i thank god, for letting me witness this. if only i could have my family beside me. there i stood, feeling each member of my family in my nerves, giving them a chance to feel it too. i rushed back, called abah. i shared the moment with him. my housemates went out, amek gambar. but i didnt follow. i dont care if i dont portrait myself in the snow. for i was on the phone with abah. i watched the snow as i talked to abah. i shared my precious moment with him. outside, the hockey field turned into ice ring. i went for a walk outside, when the snow nearly gone. they melted. i walked around MARJON. capturing daffodils for mak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was looking at the rain drops..then i realized that the droplets became light.it flew.. i looked up, the flakes fell on my face. its snowing again. subhanallah. yezza! salji dah turun. i stepped out, let the snow fell on me. few minutes, its over. and i smile,shivering..for my sweater, socks basah.hehe. sejok. dah, lets go inside..cr heater. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;therefore, it is a 'snow day', its the day i shared with mak and abah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: talked to locals td, found out that it is very rare to have snow in plymouth. guess im lucky  then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-3421278473418495367?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3421278473418495367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=3421278473418495367&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3421278473418495367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/3421278473418495367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-snowingagain.html' title='Its Snowing...again!'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-2018152125612181620</id><published>2009-02-02T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T04:59:13.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trapped</title><content type='html'>its too complicated. i dunno the beginning, i cant expect the ending. I dont know. i dont know. i dont know. Sume salah. sume pon salah. Im off~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-2018152125612181620?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2018152125612181620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=2018152125612181620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2018152125612181620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/2018152125612181620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/trapped.html' title='trapped'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-6191628898680704759</id><published>2009-02-01T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:55:59.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aah...jatuh cinta lagi</title><content type='html'>Haah. harineh aku jatuh cinta. apsal? saket? eyh, lupe. ini bukan hasnul. been to town, walked in principles. Trus mate tertancap ke arah satu baju neh. yeah, tiku klu nk gedik2 mmg suke frill...yg flowy2, yg lace...sume itulah die. heels, and boots. gile. ape td, hah baju tuh. pergh. masyuk...tp sbab die br kuar, so kne sabar sket. mmg masyuk la melepak kat town hari ahad. tp tak masyuk sbab tak larat. dah tuh, dah tawu tak larat apsal g gedik jalan jugak. padan muke tiku. takpe2...nnt aku sehat, aku free...dan aku TAKDE DUET, aku jalan town 2 hari berturut2. ha. amacam, best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kepentingan berjalan2 sewaktu takde duet:&lt;br /&gt;1. klu nmpak something best, takde la trus grab, sbab takde duet.&lt;br /&gt;2. tak terbazir, sbab klu ade duet, asal rase mampu kompem nk sambar.&lt;br /&gt;3. mende2 kat sports world, nike adidas asics segala ttbe rase hambar. sbab takleh sambar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kepentingan berjalan sewaktu ade duet&lt;br /&gt;1. klu ade yg tgh murah, bleh la beli kan.&lt;br /&gt;2. klu lapar bleh beli sandwich or muffin costa...eheh, ye tak mira???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. score:&lt;br /&gt;takde duet: 3&lt;br /&gt;ade duet: 2&lt;br /&gt;3-2, sile lah jalan bile takde duet. (aku yg saje buat score die camneh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4380358196898809421-6191628898680704759?l=awatiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6191628898680704759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4380358196898809421&amp;postID=6191628898680704759&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6191628898680704759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380358196898809421/posts/default/6191628898680704759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awatiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/aahjatuh-cinta-lagi.html' title='aah...jatuh cinta lagi'/><author><name>awatif 'adilah atan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_foWygPg9NOY/R9FMg9kZ4CI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nOJQvXbiDw/S220/blog+pix.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-5927676062087662033</id><published>2009-01-31T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:40:15.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku nk balek</title><content type='html'>Tawu kenape? sbab aku nk balek la weyh. aku dah tak larat dok jauh dr umah. tak nak dah. dah tak larat. siyes. gedik ke tak eh. ntah. aku pon tatawu. 2 ari lepas, mase balek keja. ntah ttbe aku teringat kakmam. wah. sambil jalan balek keje, nk g Derriford Hospital kat zati, ae mate dah merembes. Isk. Aku NAK BALEK LA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foWygPg9NOY/SYTguVypyfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_XcbwY04bR4/s1600-h/kakmam.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/_foWygPg9NOY/SYTguVypyfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_XcbwY04bR4/s320/kakmam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297606148422748658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ini die my guardian angel. (yang tengah).wah. tgk aku dah nanges plak. nk period kot eh? Makhluk neh name die Aziatul Akmam Atan @ Abdullah. aku tatawu la die akan bace post neh ke tak. every post in blog neh, aku tak sure family aku bace ke tak...sbab umah ktrg takde internet. Kakmam,Bangmet,  surf kat office, Saddam surf kat cc, mak..? erm..tatawu. Mak ckp kat skola die ade internet. so, aku tatawu la. Oleh itu, aku akan berusaha tules blog dengan lebih 'melayu'.&lt;br /&gt;Berbalek kpd cerita kakmam neh, die neh slalu gossip ngan aku. Klu aku call, ttbe die nyer nada jd agak soft(tanak kasik owang dengar), pastuh ttbe cam ade termasuk nada nk meyakinkan aku atas cerita die tuh...ade la cite yg nak disampaikan. She is 2 years older, and that makes us quite close. Aku takkan penah ngaku aku syg die, tp dlm hati...Tuhan je yg tawu. I would definitely exchange my life for her happiness. Tgk...nanges balek. aku dah agak dah, aku neh homesick. Klu kat umah, aku suke hati je bantai maen pakai baju die. Baju die dah la lawa2...pastuh aku pakai kadg2 smpy rosak lah...baju laen turun kaler la, koyak la...sume kerosakan aku bt. Tp smpu skarang pon, die tak penah larang aku pakai baju die. Ade one time neh, aku demam. Mak kat KL kot. yg ade, arwah abah, kakmam and saddam. Kene pulak, aku demam yg teruk. 3 4 hari jugak la. Abes kakmam la yg bt sume. Masak, kasik aku makan, jelum kepala ngan aie asam jawa, bagi mandi...layan sume kemerepekan aku yg melampau. Kan bile kite saket kan asek nk merengek, pastuh cepat marah. Yelah, sbab tak selesa saket la kan. Ha, jgn nk tipu ko tatawu camne rase demam. Cepuk kang. Mase aku duduk asrama, everytime balek, kakmam mesti at least ade la skali...akan shampoo rambut aku. aku pulak memang ngade bile kakmam ade. Ttbe malas. ttbe nk owang siapkan baju, klu aku nk kuar. Dahla mintak siapkan baju, mintak die ironkan la, itulah. sume. Baju plak, sume baju die. Kalu kuar ngan minah neh, aku mmg tak risau. Duet? Beres. Takde la bawak banyak pon. tp kuar ngan die ttbe jadi mampu. Aku konon slame neh independent, skali klu ade ngan kakmam, ttbe sume mende aku tak reti nk buat. haiya. ape la die rase, ade adek ngade cam neh.&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite story ever:&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way back from skola agama, when i saw this pink guava tree. Mmg buah tengah ranum. Masalahnye, pokok tuh  tepi jalan. segan la kan aku nk panjat walaupun zaman tuh aku konon rock. Pastuh aku balek la, smbil pk care nk amek buah jambu tuh. Then, smpy umah, kakmam ade. Aku ckp ngan die:&lt;br /&gt;Dilah: Weyh, jom p Birthday kawan aku&lt;br /&gt;Kakmam: Ha, sat2, aku siap. (aku agak die neh mmg jenis suke g Birthday)&lt;br /&gt;Dilah: La, takyah la pakai lawa2. Birthday ja pon.&lt;br /&gt;         (Bongok. nk g birthday, takkan tak pakai lawa2)&lt;br /&gt;We both cycled to 'the Birthday Party'.&lt;br /&gt;Sesampainya kami di pokok  jambu yg dimaksudkan...&lt;br /&gt;Dilah: Weyh, sbnaqnya, takdak pon Birthday...aku nk buah jambu tuh.&lt;br /&gt;Kakmam: Ha? (Dengan tidak berkata apa2...turun dr basikal dan memanjat pokok jambu)&lt;br /&gt;Dilah: (Dalam hati...) YES. Dapat buah Jambu. pandai jugak aku neh.&lt;br /&gt;Once we talked about this, i asked her... "Hang rs nk tumbuk aku dak time tuh?"  and she answered.." Nak tumbuk jugak la, tp nk buat camna..dah ank teringin nk buah jambu". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her the Guardian Angel, sbab die la yg jage segala menda alah kat umah. Mase abah saket, die tolong jage. Sbab mak pon skolah, so die kene la tolong kan. Time tuh condition kat umah mmg agak kucar kacir. Sbab emosi sume pon fragile. Time tuh, aku mmg takde tempat nk bergantung selain kat die neh. Being in her position, i think it is the hardest. Coz she got her own life to handle...working in audit firm and  study. She needs to juggle her time between her life and family's. She needs to conceal her emotion, and put others first. At that time, sume yg die rase...die simpan. Sbab die kene makesure she doesnt look worried, or else, mak will worry, and tok. and abah will worry too. To make it worse, i was such a crybaby at that time. Whenever i called, of course i will ask about the condition there. Dah la aku yg tanyer. pastuh aku nanges. Klu jadik kakmam...pening. Yg aku kat sini fragile..sume pon fragile. I imagine her being the brightest star in the sky while the worlds below is getting dark. I imagine her being the thread that holds pieces that hangs from a cliff. The tense lie in the thread, and if that thread fails to hold the pieces...they will all fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahla weyh. Aku tanak tules lagi. Penat nanges beb. ngantok. Kang aku nk tunggu kakmam message...sbab nnt aku nk call umah. And ktrg nk gayut.! yeeha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dilah tak mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst: Gamba kat atas tuh, ialah Kak Fadz and Kak Farah. A special thanks to my sister's close friends yg tolong jagekan kakak saye tuh. Sbab sy bukan a good listener. Time kaseh tolong happykan kakak saye mase die down. 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