<?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-2837173670841333917</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:46:58.317+08:00</updated><category term='safiyya'/><category term='meniarap'/><category term='inside'/><title type='text'>supermom's lazy afternoon</title><subtitle type='html'>lattes.books.gossips</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-2120397699228356786</id><published>2011-03-01T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T01:09:19.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh wait, another step to mama's big girl!</title><content type='html'>safiyya dah pandai duduk sendiri harini, and merangak a step ahead. shes 7 months n 3 days old. i love you sayang mama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-2120397699228356786?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/2120397699228356786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=2120397699228356786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/2120397699228356786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/2120397699228356786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-wait-another-step-to-mamas-big-girl.html' title='oh wait, another step to mama&apos;s big girl!'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-1144066579247565637</id><published>2011-01-29T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:35:48.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rompers vs hanya untukMU</title><content type='html'>salam all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soalan cepumas tuk hari ni: anda semua sedang tersenyumkah skg? truskan senyuman n sentiasa happy ok. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*safiyya dah pandai menyusup/mengengsot semalam, 28 jan 2011.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;title harini macam tu sebab ada 2 benda yang nak di share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. perihal baby dari kacamata saya. (betul. saya memang berkaca mata ;p)&lt;br /&gt;2. hanya untukMU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, kita bercerita tentang isu pertama dulu. apa yang ingin dikongsi ini bukanlah telah di-approve oleh mana-mana badan yang berkaitan dengan well being of babies and children, tapi berdasarkan pengalaman sandiri yang terhad. harapnya dapatlah saya memberi sedikit useful insights dalam membantu kawan2 di luar sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;rompers&amp;nbsp;dan jenis-jenis baju yang seangkatan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rompers ( swimming suit yang bukan utk swimming!) yeah, baru terperasan, rompers tu mcm swim suit kan?(haha, slow siput betul.) rompers ni adalah pakaian yang boleh dikatakan paling glam time zaman baby. apatah lagi, design yang cute-cute di pasaran, yang boleh menambahkan cuteness anak2 korang, memang mencabar untuk tidak beli! tapi, bagi saya, rompers ni tak berapa sesuai untuk infants yang masih berusaha untuk menguatkn tulang leher. serius susah nak pakaikan bile kepala infants tu ade possibility untuk beroleng-oleng kiri, kanan depan dan belakang. SERIUS SUSAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOxA0Z3AaSk/TQjMnr9_yNI/AAAAAAAACoI/bnp_3D3quf4/s1600/BabyGap_Ladybug_3-6m%252C_6-9m%252C_12m%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOxA0Z3AaSk/TQjMnr9_yNI/AAAAAAAACoI/bnp_3D3quf4/s200/BabyGap_Ladybug_3-6m%252C_6-9m%252C_12m%25283%2529.jpg" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;piccy googled. ni lah satu contoh rompers yang kiut! kiut kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pakaian yang paling sesuai at that age is 2 pcs, yang berbutang depan. baju tu memang bes dan jauh lebih mudah utk dipakai. especially untuk first time moms, or yang tak berapa berani nak pegang baby, and those yang menjaga baby sendiri without any help from mom ke, mom in-law ke, or sape-sape ajelah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.storkbabygiftbaskets.com/gift_bigdreamsoutfit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.storkbabygiftbaskets.com/gift_bigdreamsoutfit.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;piccy googled. ni baju butang depan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JADI, alaaa tak dapatlah nak pakaikan baby korang dengan rompers yang kiut miut tu. what a waste.. :(&lt;br /&gt;janganlah bersedih sangat. time paling sesuai is time baby tu dah kuat tulang leher dia, dah start meniarap, and paling helpful bila dia da nak belajr merangkak. kalau pakai seluar panjang or yang tutup lutut tu, asik2 slip je time nak belajar merangkak. jadi eloklah kasi die pakai rompers hari-hari.. aik,pulak dah? hahaha, tadelah hari-hari. as a mom, pandai-pandai lah korang agak2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni actually tips untuk pakaian daily wear je. kalau sekali-sekala, nak pegi jalan2, takpe lah. pakai aje baju ape yang kiut2. janji masuk badan budak tu dengan selamat. :D and korang tak terkial-kial nak pakaikan dia satu baju sampai sejam. kesian anak tu weh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey, 2nd issue pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanya untukMU. is actually a question to myself. dalam kita nak mendidik diri menjadi lebih solehah, menambah iman di dada, 'hanya untukMU' menjadi penting dalam setiap perbuatan kita. tapi, macam mana nak menjadikan diri kita labih alert dgn ungakapan tu and menyatukannya dalam perbuatan kita? tanpa kompromi.~~ ya Allah, mudahkanlah buat kami semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okeh, sebelum menamatkan post kali ni, sila enjoykan diri anda dengan piccies dibawah ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TUQbSAVcq1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/hDEiyMG5C8w/s1600/P1080096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TUQbSAVcq1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/hDEiyMG5C8w/s200/P1080096.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;happy family, InshaAllah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TUQb4u-V2dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/FTpjeUXZEiI/s1600/DSC01453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TUQb4u-V2dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/FTpjeUXZEiI/s200/DSC01453.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;cumel x?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TUQccX1Tj-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/rlTdV8lIee8/s1600/_DSC6166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TUQccX1Tj-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/rlTdV8lIee8/s320/_DSC6166.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;CAKKK!! mama saya yang jahit beanbag ni. kalu nak beli, dia ada jual. click kat &lt;a href="http://amattbeanbags.blogspot.com/"&gt;SINI&lt;/a&gt; ni ok. :) mekaseh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TUQciGeoyyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/58pIjtq59zw/s1600/_DSC6189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TUQciGeoyyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/58pIjtq59zw/s320/_DSC6189.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;serius ni! nak merangkak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TUQcnfv1EEI/AAAAAAAAAKc/a1zLkzztORk/s1600/_DSC6473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TUQcnfv1EEI/AAAAAAAAAKc/a1zLkzztORk/s320/_DSC6473.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;gelak kat atok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TUQcyv077qI/AAAAAAAAAKk/G3pPMbgvwqM/s1600/_DSC6546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TUQcyv077qI/AAAAAAAAAKk/G3pPMbgvwqM/s320/_DSC6546.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lihatlah mulut saya yang comot ni. baru belajar makan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;toodles frens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-1144066579247565637?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/1144066579247565637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=1144066579247565637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/1144066579247565637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/1144066579247565637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2011/01/rompers-vs-hanya-untukmu.html' title='rompers vs hanya untukMU'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOxA0Z3AaSk/TQjMnr9_yNI/AAAAAAAACoI/bnp_3D3quf4/s72-c/BabyGap_Ladybug_3-6m%252C_6-9m%252C_12m%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-4773207129952211108</id><published>2010-12-09T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T15:06:28.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interview oh interview~~ tips to sell myself</title><content type='html'>well, u see, right now, im very busy looking for a job. and i believe that many of us are looking for jobs as well. as interview invitation calls are coming, i, as the interviewee &amp;nbsp;(is it a valid word?) would have to prepare myself, aren't i? one of the preparations would be answering all the questions given to their interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i've googled on this, and stumbled on this very interesting yet helpful blog! the blogger has listed down 50, i mean 50 common questions in an interview. check &lt;a href="http://bhuvans.wordpress.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out. this might help u too..:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-hr.net/2007/11/04/55-most-frequently-asked-interview-questions/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; website is great too! it explains a bit deeper on HOW should u answer, them questions. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, just reading the tips wouldn't help much. yep, it does give some&amp;nbsp;enlightenment on this matter, nevertheless, we'll have to start rehearsing on our own before stepping into the interview room and sell ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-4773207129952211108?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/4773207129952211108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=4773207129952211108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/4773207129952211108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/4773207129952211108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/12/interview-oh-interview-tips-to-sell.html' title='interview oh interview~~ tips to sell myself'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-1772479922031692888</id><published>2010-12-08T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:19:39.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah! brand new kah? persiapan utk tahun baru kah?</title><content type='html'>apanya yang brand new tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brand new blog-face lah..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banyaknye masa ai kan.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak berkongsi same websites or blogs yang share blog templates chumell2. kalau berminat, sila lah surf k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://btemplates.com/"&gt;http://btemplates.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.yummylolly.com/"&gt;http://www.yummylolly.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.bloggerblogtemplates.com/"&gt;http://www.bloggerblogtemplates.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang the 1st two addresses tu best2 je templates die..rambang mata ai jap..adoii.. dok timbang2 yang mane yang paling berkenan di hati.. jadi ape yang korang tgk skg adalah pilihan hati ai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu, ai update skali blog-shop yang dah bersawang-sawang tuh. alhamdulillah. nampak lebih cantik rasenye. alang2 korang klik cari template 2011, klik lah &lt;a href="http://amattbeanbags.blogspot.com/"&gt;disini&lt;/a&gt; jugak ye. kalu berkenan, email aje ai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah..till next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhh,..jgn lupa, klik &lt;a href="http://amattbeanbags.blogspot.com/"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt; tuk tgk my blogshop k..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-1772479922031692888?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/1772479922031692888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=1772479922031692888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/1772479922031692888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/1772479922031692888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/12/wah-brand-new-kah-persiapan-celeb-tahun.html' title='wah! brand new kah? persiapan utk tahun baru kah?'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-3454876243387772755</id><published>2010-11-30T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:29:31.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safiyya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meniarap'/><title type='text'>its all about today!</title><content type='html'>important milestones that must be recorded. one of them is safiyya's rolling up skill. hahaha, senang keje ai nanti bile die dah besa n tanya pasal time dia meniarap. i'll just send her off to my blog..cari lah engkau wahai budak..kih kih kih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's 4 months &amp;amp; 5 days. and its this morning, i left her lying on the toto (somehow, dpt rase harini die akan meniarap!) and went to cook sup daging. check her from time to time.. tup2 dah meniarap dah. &amp;nbsp;pastu tolak die baring semula just to capture her video..hehehe... meraung budak tuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say that today is a day of blessings ( everyday is, actually, tapi hari ni lain sket..:-) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30am, kak long has safely delivered Qaira Arrysa at Naluri. dapat anak sedara baru, yay! alhamdulillah, everything went well, tho shes out earlier. kak long planned to induce on this coming friday.. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safiyya da pandai meniarap. maybe she can sense that adik Qaira is coming out today..heheh (wonder, perhaps she can walk by the time Ameer arrives.. would be nice, isnt it..heee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D ( kaseh2's job recruiter) informed him about the interview he undergone few weeks back. seems to be on the positive track. chances of securing the job is, 70%. D is negotiating on the salary with Aircom HR. Inshaallah everything will be well. pray for me people!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;s&gt;not yet&lt;/s&gt; new home is also in a good progress. Loan with BSN is approved &lt;s&gt;tho this BSN loan officer works like shit,&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;and mom in law with kaseh2 will sign the offer letter once ready. we've bought kain langsir (as mentioned in the previous post) and i've started gunting guntingan.. yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooppss, kaseh2 dah balik,, bye2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-3454876243387772755?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/3454876243387772755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=3454876243387772755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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something, think with the word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;full&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too, then u'll have that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;thoughtful &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;decision, inshaallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-4302687991557133676?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/4302687991557133676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=4302687991557133676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/4302687991557133676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;sibuk mencari kedai yang jual botol susu brand tommee tippee yang paling murah. so far, bagi yang sedang mencari good bargain, sile ke website&lt;a href="http://www.littlewhiz.com/"&gt; ni&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. tapi, downside of this kedai is, jauh from my house for cod. kat setia alam tuuu. bila call, tanya kalau nak guna pos, shop dia hanya akan layan process orders from internet on thursday. pastu nak pos ke umah, rm 10. kalau beli banyak, berbaloi lah. jadi, this another &lt;a href="http://littlebabyonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog-shop&lt;/a&gt; jadi lebih menarik. huuu..sekarang tangah berkira-kira, maybe angkut asma' ke setia alam on wednesday lah jawabnye..heee. jalan2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapa tommee tippee?&lt;br /&gt;pre-used comment: &amp;nbsp;bentuk dia ala-ala &lt;s&gt;boobies&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;payudara original. ada juga yang kata, teats lebih lembut dari silicone yang biasa2 beli kat kedai. e.g jenama anakku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post-used comment: TUNGGUUUU~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, cuba tengok links yang baru kita tambah kat sebelah tuuu.. ada minat???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;challoo dulu &amp;nbsp;bebeh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-5827422453926329607?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/5827422453926329607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=5827422453926329607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/5827422453926329607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/5827422453926329607'/><link rel='alternate' 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memang kosong lauk! setibanya di rumah, mengemas apa yang patut, menyiapkan sedikit projek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sesudah asar, kami ke nilai 1 untuk mencari kain langsir rumah baru nanti.. hehe... tak sabar nak pindah ni. kita dah dapat kain untuk guest hall, family hall, and langsir bilik safiyya..huuu habis beberapa rats jugalah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*adei,! kena kerja cepat ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;langsir untuk bilik safiyya colour biru, corak haiwan. ada sotong, ikan, jerung, etc.. yay, tak sabar nak jahit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... apsal entri kali ni skema gile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah, dah xde mood nak tulis sbenanye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, ape maksud 'bakul masuk'? &amp;nbsp;hiiii sila sila jawab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-3829631806649368840?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-6554173682458061839</id><published>2010-11-16T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T19:43:53.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>names</title><content type='html'>must write this down!&lt;br /&gt;safiyya ada banyak nama panggilan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safiyya&lt;br /&gt;amani&lt;br /&gt;amoi piyah&lt;br /&gt;moi moi&lt;br /&gt;gaby&lt;br /&gt;gaby moi moi&lt;br /&gt;tecit tonet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nanti update lg..heee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-6554173682458061839?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/6554173682458061839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=6554173682458061839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/6554173682458061839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/6554173682458061839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/11/names.html' title='names'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-3529845851599187637</id><published>2010-11-16T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T13:24:44.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>safiyya lagi!</title><content type='html'>safiyya is about 3mo &amp;amp; 3 weeks. 25th of nov, she'll be getting her 4 mo injection. &lt;s&gt;eiii, kenape tulis dalam english ni, should start writing in bahasa&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emak kata, baby akan berubah perangai ikut bulan (lebih kurang begitulah). jadi safiyya yang kini menghampiri 4 bulan, sudah menjadi sangat comel.&lt;s&gt; hahahahahaha..ayat baku sungguh!!!!! skema nye!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lama tak lama, sudah hampir 4 bulan aku bergelar mama. orang kata, sekejap je masa berlalu. tup tup, dah setahun dah budak tu. sedar2, dah nak masuk sekolah dah dia, etc. well, itulah yang aku selalu dengar sebelum ada safiyya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada aku, yang menjadi surirumah sepenuh masa buat masa ni, hmm, 4 bulan tu lama juga sebenarnye! tak adalah sekejap sangat spt yg diwar-warkan oleh orang lain. mungkin tu apa yang dilalui oleh ibu2 yang &amp;nbsp;berkerjaya. ibu yang berkerjaya di rumah spt aku ni, hari2 menghadap benda yang sama, kadangkala ada sedikit perubahan. tapi... dalam 80% menyeronokkan tau! kenapa 80% je? hihi., sebabnya, brestfeeding ni kadang2 memberi tekanan juga kat aku ni. iyelah, time breastfeeding tu, aku duduk je. tak reti nk bergerak2 kesana sini sambil menyusukan safiyya. &amp;nbsp;adoiyai.. sampai boleh rasa pening tengok skrin tv tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi satu yang memberi tekanan kat aku: sedang syok wat keje2 rumah, safiyya bangun tido, nak susu. kita pun berhenti dari buat kerja utk menyusukan dia. lepas dah menyusu, main-main dengan dia, main lagi, main lagi main lagi main lagi.. paham tak? maksudnye die tak nak ditinggalkan, nak didukung je sampai next feeding! adoiyai lagi sekali. kerja yg kita buat tu ditangguhkan ke tak tahu-bilalah-boleh-sambung-balik&lt;br /&gt;tapi alhamdulillah, sehari dua ni, safiyya dah tukar style dah. tak tahu lah sampai bila. tapi, buat masa ni, bila safiyya bagi sign nak susu, kita pun kasi susu. bila dia start memain cak-cak dalam menyusu tu, hah! apalagi time to stop. gelak2 dan gurau2 sekejap sebelum letak bawah layan diri. dia ok je. ngongoi sorang2,pastu penat, tidur sendiri. alahai anakku. baik nya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time main2, memang seronok. kita suka betul tolak2 badan safiyya supaya meniarap. hihiii.. dia masih tak pandai meniarap. tapi tulang sudah kuat. bontot berat sangat kot! hahaha ( sekarang berat 6kg+, berat tak??) sangat suka bila kita meniarapkan dia. boleh gelak2 jerit2 bila kita tiarapkan dia. hahaha... best betul lah anak mama nih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, safiyya dah tunjuk kan hobi dia. baca buku. kaalu dibacakan buku kat dia (abah safiyya suka bacakan buku),* bersembang you, anak ai ngn buku tu!* macam2 bunyi dikeluarkan bila tengok gambar2. alhamdulillah. kekalkan hobi tu ye sayang. mama suka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uihh banyak nye type. &lt;s&gt;safiyya tengah tidur, amek kesempatan lah ni&lt;/s&gt;!. undur diri dulu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-3529845851599187637?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/3529845851599187637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=3529845851599187637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/3529845851599187637'/><link rel='self' 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assignment to asma. whoa, finally finished and ready for her saturday wedding. then we went to pkns shah alam to look for her tudung. i carried safiyya in the ever useful sling. its like a kangaroo pouch. safiyya sat in that sling, cute and cuddly, plus attracted attention from people around her. its normal to hear people saying, "eeiii comelnye" , patted her 'vulat' bum, &amp;nbsp;and chatted with me on safiyya, ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of our tudung quest, i went to buy drinks. by that time, safiyya was already asleep rocked by 'sling-rocking'. one of the worker said " alaaa dia da tido ke??" with the&amp;nbsp;disappointed tone.. lolz.. a stranger was actually disappointed by that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** arghhh..why are u super adorable safiyya???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, when u have a super adorable baby, world is definitely without strangers anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: post was written on 12th nov 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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strangers'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-9076887211570189262</id><published>2010-11-05T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T23:39:22.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.14pm</title><content type='html'>...and im writing after the long abandonment to this blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life lately has been (buat-buat)busy? for this whole week, flu n cold have taken their time knocking us down one by one, including safiyya. poor thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week would be my best friend's wedding. i volunteered to prepare her veil. alhamdulillah, still progressing well though my nose keeps on running away from me. urghhh... nevertheless, will meet her next week for the tryout &amp;amp; alteration(s). inshaallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news on tv? hmm boring2..prep for galas n batu sapi elections. couldn't care less on the result. [YES!, i have to change on this part. will try to get involve into the politics news as soon as i can(?) BN won at galas.] TV3 news were always showing BN's goodside. too much of it is not good. Shows that the government/BN is trying too hard to impress &amp;nbsp;the people. &amp;nbsp;huuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merapi volcano blast is the latest in my list. well, natural disasters n tragedies are everywhere. we are definitely nearing the ending of the world. mahsaallah, my amalan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safiyya is 3 months and 2 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;she is SUPER ADORABLE!!!!!!. her head (or neck?) is strong now. she loves standing up. hardly sleeps during the day. but sleeps through the nite with a feeding around 3am. an early riser, around 7/8 am.&lt;br /&gt;and i must say this again: safiyya is SUPER ADORABLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: she can laugh with the sound too! not the silent laugh.&lt;br /&gt;p/s 2: kaseh2 hati's fren said that safiyya smiles a lot. alhamdulillah. good n gay personality inshaallah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-9076887211570189262?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/9076887211570189262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=9076887211570189262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/9076887211570189262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/9076887211570189262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/11/1114pm.html' title='11.14pm'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-4085360431501118803</id><published>2010-08-23T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T10:56:16.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 hari</title><content type='html'>genap 30 hari safiyya bernafas di muka bumi ni.. sebulan dah die.. cpt mase berlalu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, die makin comel! makin rase nk hugle2 je tiap mase.. alahai anakku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama safiyya pulak? hmm.. a bit slimmer..yay! penat bf budak sbenarnye.. dah biase bgn tgh2 mlm tuk every 2 hours, luka makin elok, alhamdulillah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bisik2 * rase nak kua je jalan2..maybe ujung mgu ni nak g ikea k, g curve k, ou k..oh, mid pun ok gak..hehehe, saya wat pantang saye tuk 30 hari je..;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-4085360431501118803?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/4085360431501118803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=4085360431501118803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/4085360431501118803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/4085360431501118803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-hari.html' title='30 hari'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-4607863399670304589</id><published>2010-08-16T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:49:29.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kelakarlah safiyya nih!</title><content type='html'>2 funny incidents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;safiyya nak susu.. dah atas riba dah, dah angkat kepala dah ke breast. situasi kelam kabut.. or safiyya yg kelam kabut sebenarnye. nak latch on, tp tangan letak dpn mulut! cemane tuh nak minum?&lt;br /&gt;terhisap tangan seniri,&lt;br /&gt;tersedar bukan nye brest mama.. keluarkan tangan dr mulut n trus menangis! adoiyai safiyya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lenkali, tangan letak lah tempat len..time tu jgk nk men2 ngn tgn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;safiyya dah tidur, mama letak kat tilam kecik tuh.. elok je menelentang tdo (die x suke tido meniarap).&lt;br /&gt;mama pon tinggalkan die, ninek plak masak kat dapo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uwek..uwek.. tetibe safiyya nangis&lt;br /&gt;cpt2 mama g cek.. alahai, anak aku dah terjatuh dr tilam, meniarap atas tikar rotan tuh..&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;tulah, x reti nk pusing balik! &amp;nbsp;cepat2 belajar pusing k safiyya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-4607863399670304589?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/4607863399670304589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=4607863399670304589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/4607863399670304589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/4607863399670304589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/08/kelakarlah-safiyya-nih.html' title='kelakarlah safiyya nih!'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-168513434719197526</id><published>2010-08-10T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:21:24.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a month full of barakah, ahlan wasahlan ya ramadhan</title><content type='html'>its not around the corner anymore, its here.. now is already 7+ pm. means we have entered the much awaited month, ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year has gone by, how fast the time flew.. it is ramadhan again, and the second for me n hubby to fast n try fill our time with ibadah and amal to Him. last year, i woke up in the wee hour to prepare our sahur. the two of us only at our home. but this year would be a bit different. i wouldn't be able to start my fasting tomorrow as i am still in my nifas period.. sad sad, very sad indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sahur is goin to be at subang permai. sahur wouldnt be a much fuss( as in getting up very early in the morning!). Safiyya is a blessing! her crying for feeding is our alarm clock now. she wakes up around 4 or 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope, i'll be able to fast tomorrow. we'll see about that.. ooo nifaas, pls finish up quick!&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can do lotsa amal this ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;i hope, i'll manage to pray tarawikh every nite at home ( its impossible to perform it at the mosque, safiyya wouldn't tolerate her feeding time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, answer my prayer.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat berpuasa to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-168513434719197526?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/168513434719197526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=168513434719197526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/168513434719197526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/168513434719197526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/08/month-full-of-barakah-ahlan-wasahlan-ya.html' title='a month full of barakah, ahlan wasahlan ya ramadhan'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-1025982480237121047</id><published>2010-08-02T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T09:30:02.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days old</title><content type='html'>it has been 9 days old since i gave birth to our little angel, Safiyya Amani. it has been 9 days ago i suffered fruitlessly in the labour room for 5 horrible &amp;amp; traumatizing hours. it has been 9 days since i started breastfeeding the little princess till my nipples swell, bleed and hurt like hell. it has been 9 days for me to hold the 'mama' title officially.. and in that 9 days, i cried, i woke up few times in the middle of the night, i tolerated with the safiyya's daily screaming for attention and going thru the emotional-hormone related roller coaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 9 days of extraordinary events that took place leaves me with gratitude towards Allah for destined me the best hubby any wife could ask for! thank you sayang.. and my thanks started from the day you accept me as your wife, all the supports that u've given during the pregnancy, staying by my side throughout the 3 times induction process, trying to feel the pain like i do, the du'as and prayers for my safety and a whole lot more in the future.&lt;br /&gt;i will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, guide us to ur blessings in every move we r choosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25th July 2010&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the 5 agonizing hours, writhing in indescribable painfulness, by 3 o'clock in the afternoon, kaseh2 hati determined to let me undergo cesarean. after all, 5 oc'lock would mark the time limit given by dactor bahiah and 3 cm is a long way to 10 cm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nurse prepared me for the c-sect process, gave kaseh2 hati a paper on anesthetics available, and wheeled me to the operation theatre. i couldn't think straight. contractions came in every few seconds. kaseh2 hati opted half-body epidural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the OT. i was alone without my significant other. it was an emergency according to the nurse. the anaesthetist, Dr Suraya injected me with epidural. i could feel the numbness spreed to my toes. the pain was gone instantly. it was a big relief! Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was laid down on the bed, the room was bright with the white light. i felt nothing. the procedure was about to start. my emotion was numb too, just like my lower part of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea for how long i stared at the white ceiling. i was wide awake. my hands were shaking because of the epidural. the chatters ( doctors n nurses) voice seemed far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the baby was out. Dr Yasmin the paediatrician took the baby out for some procedures. to check whether the baby is ok or not. then they brought the baby to me. its a girl. my Safiyya Amani is in healthy. down there, they were stitching my tummy.. Alhamdulillah.. its over.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whether i'm able to undergo the pain again or not.. i'll let the time heal my fear and decide later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, Safiyya Amani was born at 4.16 pm, and weight at 3.41 kg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-1025982480237121047?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/1025982480237121047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=1025982480237121047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/1025982480237121047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/1025982480237121047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/08/9-days-old.html' title='9 days old'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-9001219865990231010</id><published>2010-07-15T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:58:27.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sony E spring cleaning! : gamba ape lam henfon saye part 2</title><content type='html'>ok, this is the 2nd part, and the final part. pics of hafidz in my phone before marriage. x byk sgt.. guess im not that 'picture-mushy2' type..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6DWUgRdHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/F3MspriUTIM/s1600/Abg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6DWUgRdHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/F3MspriUTIM/s320/Abg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6Dd1rIl4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/yrGyDigJevw/s1600/Abg+robe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6Dd1rIl4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/yrGyDigJevw/s320/Abg+robe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;esok convo beliau...emsem nye!! hihihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6Do9KEMjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Qd7tCOc2Lbc/s1600/Abg+tomel!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6Do9KEMjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Qd7tCOc2Lbc/s320/Abg+tomel!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6D12NNtmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/75L0lsKPktA/s1600/Meow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6D12NNtmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/75L0lsKPktA/s320/Meow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6D-ucqpaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RN-EO5Urgng/s1600/Mu+hensem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6D-ucqpaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RN-EO5Urgng/s320/Mu+hensem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6EF1nvOCI/AAAAAAAAAII/wQOTB_SoT0I/s1600/Mumu+tdo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6EF1nvOCI/AAAAAAAAAII/wQOTB_SoT0I/s320/Mumu+tdo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6ETI8qz1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/foDczGzuNvQ/s1600/Wow+kacak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6ETI8qz1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/foDczGzuNvQ/s320/Wow+kacak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awal2 di comptel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okeh..7 je gamba yg ade (cukup supply utk seminggu!).. ni sume mms k. sy x g pon k umah beliau utk tangkap gambar2 ni.. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;______________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and, these were taken on 1st day raya, our 1st raya as hubby and wife..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;location, tangga batu, melaka. nenek's home. credits to hani for bluetooth-ing these..hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6FRVpyX3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/a55VVvkHH7o/s1600/DSC01255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6FRVpyX3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/a55VVvkHH7o/s320/DSC01255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6FinQKk4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/CJLdt_0gccM/s1600/DSC01259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6FinQKk4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/CJLdt_0gccM/s320/DSC01259.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from left: hafidz, abah, mak, and me!! kak long &amp;amp; family raye kat KL dulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6F5Q-z0aI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LUd8jtjIsq8/s1600/DSC01309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6F5Q-z0aI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LUd8jtjIsq8/s320/DSC01309.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and this one, US with the little one hiding inside my tummy! &amp;amp; ektorp too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6GNFjXr5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/S9QEEXyKGeo/s1600/P1020277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6GNFjXr5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/S9QEEXyKGeo/s320/P1020277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this coming raya would be the 2nd for us, and the 1st for us with the little one, inshaallah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;( hmm i need to reshape after this..x cantek dah bulat2 cmni..:( hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-9001219865990231010?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/9001219865990231010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=9001219865990231010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/9001219865990231010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/9001219865990231010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/07/sony-e-spring-cleaning-gamba-ape-lam_15.html' title='Sony E spring cleaning! : gamba ape lam henfon saye part 2'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6DWUgRdHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/F3MspriUTIM/s72-c/Abg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-7046242983632409633</id><published>2010-07-15T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:38:25.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sony E spring cleaning! : gamba ape lam henfon saye part 1</title><content type='html'>i've been delaying this entry for weeks. the content for today's entry had been boggling my mind ever since oma's arrival with my 'hand-me-down-phone'. &amp;nbsp;wee, now i have a more 'canggih' phone though its second hand (he has been using it for a year, but lol, why bother to buy a new one when u can get a good conditioned + up2date jgk la and most of all, its free!?? thx oma, &amp;amp; will be waiting for ur HTC desire after this.. :) now now, be a good bratha k. ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, its Nokia xpressmusic 5800.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to the objective, today, im just gonna put pictures that have been residing in my Sony E K800 for a while. only decent pics will be put here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD5x7G3qMMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pGbzzwOUn2w/s1600/DSC01182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD5x7G3qMMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pGbzzwOUn2w/s320/DSC01182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blom kawen! before going to pejabat agama islam to get the necessary form(s). At ALI, TTDIJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD52ux3rVnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Tg-srzhXKJY/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD52ux3rVnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Tg-srzhXKJY/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;still working with MIAT &amp;amp; single.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD53LAsaSHI/AAAAAAAAADE/ixH5c8Lwgxo/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD53LAsaSHI/AAAAAAAAADE/ixH5c8Lwgxo/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wajah anak dara ;p &amp;gt; induction course kat genting view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD53jX4t7OI/AAAAAAAAADM/akSJIodadjY/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD53jX4t7OI/AAAAAAAAADM/akSJIodadjY/s320/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;list made just after wedding. lotsa things to buy to built a home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD53w6KXu5I/AAAAAAAAADU/HojBjOZdawk/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD53w6KXu5I/AAAAAAAAADU/HojBjOZdawk/s320/5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;prima. after wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD54AIag0fI/AAAAAAAAADc/iNMTwIAyiBs/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD54AIag0fI/AAAAAAAAADc/iNMTwIAyiBs/s320/6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kawen da..ali's, ttdij&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD54OpUSYUI/AAAAAAAAADk/mok7SijDHSo/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD54OpUSYUI/AAAAAAAAADk/mok7SijDHSo/s320/7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;off to NZ, oct 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD54fjl9aEI/AAAAAAAAADs/qybgqEKmoew/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD54fjl9aEI/AAAAAAAAADs/qybgqEKmoew/s320/8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;proof of our trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD543OgJMNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Non2ne9hzoM/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD543OgJMNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Non2ne9hzoM/s320/9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lake taupo, NZ. sublime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD55Dsd8eJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gIFZGFqXncQ/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD55Dsd8eJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gIFZGFqXncQ/s320/10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wishing for this book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD55S8uw8xI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0-xsxXRZq7k/s1600/11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD55S8uw8xI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0-xsxXRZq7k/s320/11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehe, 1st buntalbeads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD55t-05PwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/y90CoN5yjXk/s1600/12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD55t-05PwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/y90CoN5yjXk/s320/12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;posing lg!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD557F2JqXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V6FsvrM1lq8/s1600/13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD557F2JqXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V6FsvrM1lq8/s320/13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying his sewing skills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD56IMKU88I/AAAAAAAAAEc/5Dif53FbVl0/s1600/14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD56IMKU88I/AAAAAAAAAEc/5Dif53FbVl0/s320/14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hasilnye:&amp;nbsp;muke stress.. maseh x pro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD56ZpfKSjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nLVNq_tyHVA/s1600/15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD56ZpfKSjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nLVNq_tyHVA/s320/15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okeh, cool down, cont. keje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD56mWmvysI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Cy1Hi8UxUgI/s1600/16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD56mWmvysI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Cy1Hi8UxUgI/s320/16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we love ikea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD56yUEPKHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VVQYYwIAj9c/s1600/17.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD56yUEPKHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VVQYYwIAj9c/s320/17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haris syg yaser! pak uda n makuda off to mumbai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD56_BVw0bI/AAAAAAAAAE8/n1lqgig6MsY/s1600/18.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD56_BVw0bI/AAAAAAAAAE8/n1lqgig6MsY/s320/18.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wooden flooring, another step in building a home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD57UBMSvfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ApF1A61bOlI/s1600/19.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD57UBMSvfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ApF1A61bOlI/s320/19.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dapur ku sebelum ade kitchen cabinet.. step 2 in building a home.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD57mEZ5kRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/D-irOWKGaF4/s1600/20.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD57mEZ5kRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/D-irOWKGaF4/s320/20.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;soya bean rage, Asma K is unstoppable!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD572BH0g2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/EnVhi2npr-4/s1600/21.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD572BH0g2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/EnVhi2npr-4/s320/21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;date wif girlfriends. Asma K n Syikin.. miss u guyz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD58EHaxqUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ksCjxHpkjyU/s1600/22.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD58EHaxqUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ksCjxHpkjyU/s320/22.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my lunch, @secret recipe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD58PwR1pRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yOA8YeO-EtU/s1600/23.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD58PwR1pRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yOA8YeO-EtU/s320/23.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mothers' day celeb @ mak lang's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD58zBo8ihI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ufOjdYPfork/s1600/24.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD58zBo8ihI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ufOjdYPfork/s320/24.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nenek! the oldest 'mom' in our family. Hafidz's side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD59AFZIZOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BTBeET6q_3M/s1600/25.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD59AFZIZOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BTBeET6q_3M/s320/25.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kanak2 ribena! luv them both.. hmm gamba blurry la pulak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD59W7IinsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AhujjWovwSI/s1600/26.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD59W7IinsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AhujjWovwSI/s320/26.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aqeel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD59hHXz9RI/AAAAAAAAAGE/goffaGFSVj4/s1600/27.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD59hHXz9RI/AAAAAAAAAGE/goffaGFSVj4/s320/27.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;line for little one..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD59vwfl1xI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6JVQIZnlNf8/s1600/28.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD59vwfl1xI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6JVQIZnlNf8/s320/28.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;abah in action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD5-AlNMWpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0pOl6YVNU3w/s1600/30.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD5-AlNMWpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0pOl6YVNU3w/s320/30.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kenny rogers, jusco equine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD5-OPtOcQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kEbO03ql8HI/s1600/31.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD5-OPtOcQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kEbO03ql8HI/s320/31.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;made and sewn with love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD5-n2guDSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Y6xDZl9AnVI/s1600/32.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD5-n2guDSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Y6xDZl9AnVI/s320/32.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KL sentral. interview wif maxis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD5-007ATFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S6kNW0qHXXQ/s1600/33.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD5-007ATFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S6kNW0qHXXQ/s320/33.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehe..posing2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD5_SsC0zXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5orUhfb6i88/s1600/34.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD5_SsC0zXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5orUhfb6i88/s320/34.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mane train ni??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD5_hfaX8JI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AuDl3sWkrAI/s1600/35.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD5_hfaX8JI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AuDl3sWkrAI/s320/35.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;off to apek's wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD5_s5-hJwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qNnDzju6-o8/s1600/36.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD5_s5-hJwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qNnDzju6-o8/s320/36.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;schweet couple! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD5_5Qqh43I/AAAAAAAAAHM/80kvtmWgF9A/s1600/37.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD5_5Qqh43I/AAAAAAAAAHM/80kvtmWgF9A/s320/37.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apek lmbat sgt! posing2 lah dulu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6AMAWUV2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ht5l-esiogM/s1600/38.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TD6AMAWUV2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ht5l-esiogM/s320/38.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me again! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-7046242983632409633?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/7046242983632409633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=7046242983632409633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/7046242983632409633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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entry</title><content type='html'>as the above title, i'll refrain myself from writing too much except for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;" i desperately need a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;new, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt; bigger fridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;! arghhhh.. its too stuffy in there..huuuu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;ok..thats it... x bley whining byk sgt..&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-6474037604366049704?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/6474037604366049704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=6474037604366049704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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personal programmer is doing his job well! the blog is getting better and nicer! &lt;div&gt;i love him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIGGGYYY MUAH MUAH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TApjyPRge1I/AAAAAAAAACg/SqGBx0rnFAo/s200/DSC_0422-edit.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479301611394202450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-2343892784225945900?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/2343892784225945900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/TApjyPRge1I/AAAAAAAAACg/SqGBx0rnFAo/s72-c/DSC_0422-edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-375970152527570437</id><published>2010-05-31T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T16:16:58.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling good</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;last weekend was superb! the weekend started on friday as it was a public holiday and lasted till sunday of course!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;friday daytime was spent on buntalbeads (beanbags) sewing. alhamdulillah, it went well. friday night was movie nite! we watched prince of persia at gsc alamanda. the movie was ok-lah. not dissapointing, nor great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;saturday was buntalbeads delivery day. left our house in sepang in the morning to meme's house. fill in the polybeads with yasir's help into 3 sacks. then photo moment wif the buantalbeads. pics will be uploaded later (some have been uploaded to beanbags blog).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;once done with the photo moment, we delivered to mak first. i am happy! she looks satisfied. slept on it duirng afternoon nap. and abah took his turn later on.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;waited for achik to arrive at abah's. the black buntalsbeads is for shasha. before achik arrives, pok came back with his little kids. they started to jump and what not on mak's buntalbeads. kaseh2 hati took out the camera and started taking pictures of their happy faces. when achik clan arrived, they too love the buntalbeads present.  hakim even ordered one for himself. heeeee another buntalbeads odered!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on sunday, we packed our things, and its time to return to our lovenest.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;first, we stopped at pasar ahad at the stadium for my kopiesatu ice blended cappuccino. then we went to sec 18 shah alam to aden tailoring. tempah baju melayu raye. then to midvalley to get some kain from kamdar. and afterward, off to sepang. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after zuhr, we continued painting the middle room. and finished with it by night, complete with the furniture arrangement.  yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now, langsir is in my mind...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-375970152527570437?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/375970152527570437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=375970152527570437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/375970152527570437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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kate: x payah la beli dulu, kite tunggu pasar hari khamis pulak. mane tahu bawang die lg cantik. berbaloi!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hati yg lagi satu menjawab: betul2.. kite tunggu dulu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari khamis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kaki terus melangkah ke gerai menjual bawang2. belek. belek. tgk bawang yang berjenis2 itu. belek semua bawang yang kecik2 comel2..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hati: alah, x cantek jugaklah bawang ni (sudah x bersemangat!). tp kat umah ade 2 ketul je kot bawang yg tinggal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hati yang lagi satu bersuara: beli je.sikit je..kotnye len kali jumpe yg cantik, beli banyak2 ( tersa bernas sekali cadangan ni!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;maka, pulanglah haritu ngn  bawang yang x berape cantik, adelah lam beberape ketul. survival kit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;isnin kembali lagi! (harini)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;singgah di kedai bawang..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;........ alaaaa tak CANTEK jugak! camne nih! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;susah sebenarnye nak beli bawang tau&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-488871790840817946?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/488871790840817946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=488871790840817946' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/488871790840817946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/488871790840817946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/05/al-kisahnya-bawang.html' title='al-kisahnya bawang...'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-7651994759307203629</id><published>2010-05-21T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:18:48.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>indahnya.. must read!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i copied this from a blog. bacaan untuk renungan bersama..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sesuatu yang berharga utk dikongsi bersama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Luangkan masa kalian untuk membaca.. ambil peringatan dari Baginda Nabi&lt;br /&gt;sempena keputeraannya tahun ini.. tunjukkan kecintaan pada Rasulullah&lt;br /&gt;s.a.w...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan Nama Allah Yang Maha Pemurah Lagi Maha Mengasihani...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah..lancar jari ini menaipkan sebuah pengalaman yg amat berharga&lt;br /&gt;dr seorang insan yg dipilih Allah utk berjumpa Nabi Muhammad s.a.w.&lt;br /&gt;melalui mimpi hari Khamis, 16 Rejab 1427H bersamaan 10 0gos 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nama yg dipilih oleh ayah beliau adalah Syamimi yg bermaksud&lt;br /&gt;'kesayanganku', jua gelaran Nabi pada puteri kesayangan Baginda,&lt;br /&gt;Fatimah. Ketika khilaf memilih nama itu, ayah beliau mengharapkan&lt;br /&gt;mudah2an suatu hari nanti anaknya akan menjadi salah seorang mutiara&lt;br /&gt;kesayangan Rasulullah s.a.w. Alhamdulillah, doanya makbul selepas 23&lt;br /&gt;tahun kelahiran anak sulungnya daripada 8 adik-beradik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Quran 30 juzuk terpelihara kemas dalam hatinya. Beliau menghabiskan&lt;br /&gt;masa 3 tahun utk menghafal 30 juzuk Kalamullah ketika berada di negeri&lt;br /&gt;kelahirannya. Beliau hafal sendiri utk memenuhi harapan ibu ayah yang&lt;br /&gt;mengharapkan ada dalam kalangan anak mereka menjadi seorang hafiz atau&lt;br /&gt;hafizah. Sebagai anak sulung, beliau mengambil tanggungjawab ini utk&lt;br /&gt;menjadi contoh kpd adik2 yg lain. Setiap hari beliau hafal 2 mukasurat&lt;br /&gt;Al-Quran dan tasmi' dgn ustaz di sebelah rumahnya. Sekarang beliau&lt;br /&gt;pelajar tahun 4 jurusan Undang-Undang Syariah di universiti ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akak ni memang diuji dengan sakit yg tak tahu apa punca sejak lebih&lt;br /&gt;setahun yg lalu. Sakitnya rasa seperti ditikam-tikam dengan pisau di&lt;br /&gt;bahagian belakang tubuhnya, tambahan pula kaki yang sakit di bahagian&lt;br /&gt;lutut sejak 8 tahun lalu tidak pernah sembuh. Pernah satu ketika,&lt;br /&gt;selepas makan, beliau muntah bersama segumpal rambut dari kerongkongnya.&lt;br /&gt;Penderitaannya hanya Allah dan dia sendiri yang tahu. Sudah lama beliau&lt;br /&gt;tidak terdaya ke kelas kerana sakit itu membuatkan dia tidak dapat&lt;br /&gt;berdiri atau berjalan. Hilang selera makannya hingga badannya susut&lt;br /&gt;hampir 13 kg. Beliau hanya menggagahkan diri untuk pergi berwudhu' 2&lt;br /&gt;hingga 3 kali sehari. Wudhu' itu dijaga sebaik mungkin untuk ibadah&lt;br /&gt;sepanjang hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari2 yang dilaluinya dipenuhi dgn membaca Al-Quran dan qiamullail&lt;br /&gt;sebagai pendinding daripada gangguan yg terus2an menyakiti diri.&lt;br /&gt;Diceritakan makhluk2 halus itu akan mengganggunya terutama pada waktu&lt;br /&gt;sebelum Subuh, Zuhur dan Maghrib. Beliau telah banyak berubat di merata&lt;br /&gt;tempat, berjumpa doktor2 pakar, malah ulama' yg faqih dalam ilmu&lt;br /&gt;perubatan islam serta akhir sekali bertemu sorang lecturer di sini. Tapi&lt;br /&gt;beliau hanya mampu bertahan. Pesan ustaznya, setiap kali beliau sakit,&lt;br /&gt;banyakkan baca Surah Al-Baqarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi Khamis itu, beliau berniat utk hadir kuliyah sebab sudah terlalu&lt;br /&gt;lama tidak mampu ke kelas. Beliau bangun kira2 jam 4.30 pagi utk solat.&lt;br /&gt;Berbekalkan sedikit kekuatan yg digagahkan, beliau ke bilik air utk&lt;br /&gt;berwudhu' dgn memapah dinding dan segala apa yg mampu membantu beliau&lt;br /&gt;untuk berdiri. Habis berwudhu', beliau jatuh tersungkur, rasa seperti&lt;br /&gt;ada yg menolak keras dari belakang. Tika itu beliau sudah tidak mampu&lt;br /&gt;berdiri, justeru beliau merangkak ke bilik. Sampai saja di bilik, beliau&lt;br /&gt;ketuk pintu dan rebah di depan bilik tersebut. Disebabkan sakit yg&lt;br /&gt;mungkin dah tak tertanggung, dengan spontan beliau niatkan, "Ya Allah,&lt;br /&gt;kiranya mati itu baik untukku, aku redha, tapi kiranya Engkau ingin aku&lt;br /&gt;terus hidup, aku ingin dengar kata-kata semangat drpd Rasulullah s.a.w.&lt;br /&gt;sendiri.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian beliau pengsan. Sahabat2 sebilik mengangkat beliau ke dalam&lt;br /&gt;biliknya dan di baringkan di sana . Waktu itu, sahabat2nya telah pun&lt;br /&gt;'forward message' pd rakan2 yg lain agar dibacakan surah Yasin kerana&lt;br /&gt;beliau nampak sudah nazak. Malah mereka telah sedia dgn nombor2 ahli&lt;br /&gt;keluarganya utk dihubungi kiranya ada apa2 berlaku dengan izin Allah.&lt;br /&gt;Kira2 jam 11 pagi itulah, ketika tertidur dgn tenang dalam waktu&lt;br /&gt;qoilullah, beliau bermimpi. Beliau sedang terbaring dalam keadaan&lt;br /&gt;memakai telekung dgn tangannya diqiam seperti dalam solat di suatu&lt;br /&gt;tempat asing yang sangat cantik. Beliau terbaring di sebelah mimbar dan&lt;br /&gt;kelihatan banyak tiang di sekitarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba datang seorang Hamba Allah dgn wajah yang bercahaya dari arah&lt;br /&gt;depan dan berdiri hampir sekali, kira2 2 meter dari beliau. Wajahnya&lt;br /&gt;SubhanaLlah..indah sekali, tak dapat nak digambarkan. Beliau tertanya2,&lt;br /&gt;siapakah orang ini? cantik sekali kejadiannya dan hati beliau rasa&lt;br /&gt;sangat tenang dgn hanya melihat wajahnya. Dirasakan seluruh kesengsaraan&lt;br /&gt;yg ditanggung selama ini lenyap begitu sahaja. Kemudian, Hamba Allah itu&lt;br /&gt;mengatakan, "Assalamu'alaikum, ana Rasulullah.." Subhanallah..baginda&lt;br /&gt;Nabi rupanya! Nabi memakai jubah putih dan kain serban berwarna hijau di&lt;br /&gt;atas bahu baginda. Beliau nampak dgn jelas mata Baginda Nabi, janggut&lt;br /&gt;Baginda, rambut Baginda, kain serban di atas bahu Baginda dan tubuh&lt;br /&gt;Baginda. Kemudian Nabi katakan "Enti fil masjidi" (kamu sekarang berada&lt;br /&gt;di masjidku, Masjid Nabawi).. Allahuakbar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian Baginda Nabi s.a.w. berkata: QalAllahuta' ala; "InnaAllahama'&lt;br /&gt;assobirin" (sesungguhnya Allah bersama orang2 yg sabar). Ketika&lt;br /&gt;mendengar suara Nabi mengalunkan Kalamullah, terasa bergema suara merdu&lt;br /&gt;Nabi di seluruh alam. Sememangnya Baginda sebaik-baik kejadian dan&lt;br /&gt;diciptakan dgn penuh kesempurnaan. Nabi katakan (dalam lughahl arab, tp&lt;br /&gt;diterjemahkan di sini) ; "Ya Syamimi, dengan berkat kesabaran enti, dgn&lt;br /&gt;sakit yg enti tanggung selama ini, dan dgn berkat Al-Quran yg enti&lt;br /&gt;pelihara di dlm hati, maka Allah bukakan hijab utk enti nampak ana.."&lt;br /&gt;Ketika Nabi menyebut Ya Syamimi, terlintas di hatinya "Ya Allah..Baginda&lt;br /&gt;kenal ummatnya!". Ya Rasulullah... Ketika itu, beliau dapat merasakan&lt;br /&gt;baiknya Allah, memberikan nikmat yg begitu besar buat dirinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian Nabi katakan lagi; "Sampaikan salamku buat sahabat2&lt;br /&gt;seperjuangan Islam. InsyaAllah, kita semua akan berjumpa nanti.." Nabi&lt;br /&gt;s.a.w. kemudian melafazkan; "Ummati.. ummati..ummati..." dan beliau&lt;br /&gt;nampak jelas Nabi menangis saat itu. Beberapa titisan airmata Baginda yg&lt;br /&gt;suci mengalir utk ummat Baginda! Kemudian Baginda Nabi melangkah pergi.&lt;br /&gt;Beliau merintih, "Jangan pergi Ya Rasulullah.." tetapi Baginda tetap&lt;br /&gt;pergi. Subhanallah, walaupun kita tak pernah bersua dgn Nabi yg mulia,&lt;br /&gt;Baginda kenal dan sentiasa ingat akan ummatnya. Beliau sendiri tidak&lt;br /&gt;pasti, apakah Baginda menangis kerana rindu kepada ummatnya, atau&lt;br /&gt;mungkin saja baginda sedih dgn ummat akhir zaman ini? wallahua'lam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedar daripada tidur yg amat indah pengisiannya itu, beliau masih&lt;br /&gt;dikelilingi oleh rakan2 yg turut terdengar rintihan beliau dalam&lt;br /&gt;tidurnya "Jangan pergi Ya Rasululah..." Beliau kemudian menceritakan kpd&lt;br /&gt;para sahabat tentang mimpinya sekaligus menyampaikan salam Rasulullah&lt;br /&gt;buat ummat Baginda. Semua yg mendengar menangis lantaran rindu pada&lt;br /&gt;Nabi. Rasa malu pada Nabi krn kita jarang2 ingat pada Baginda sedangkan&lt;br /&gt;kita amat terhutang budi padanya. Lebih2 lagi kita sedar bahawa hanya&lt;br /&gt;syafaat Bagindalah yg dikejar di akhirat kelak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah..ketika itu, tiada kata yg lebih tinggi drpd kalimah&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah utk di rafa'kan pada Allah atas ni'mat yg begitu besar yg&lt;br /&gt;Allah berikan pada dirinya. Rasa tak layak dirinya menerima anugerah dgn&lt;br /&gt;ujian yg hanya sedikit berbanding insan2 yg lebih berat diuji oleh&lt;br /&gt;Allah. Kiranya ada kalimah pujian yg lebih tinggi dr Hamdalah, pasti&lt;br /&gt;akan beliau sebutkan buat Allah Yang Maha Kaya. Semuanya terangkum dalam&lt;br /&gt;Rahmat-Nya yg melimpah ruah. Rasa sakit masih menular di tubuhnya. Cuma&lt;br /&gt;kali ini dia bertekad tidak akan menangis lagi utk kesakitan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usai solat Zuhur, rasa sakit yg ditanggung makin hebat. Tak pernah&lt;br /&gt;beliau merasakan sakit yg sebegitu rupa. Terasa panas seluruh badan dan&lt;br /&gt;seluruh tubuhnya rasa ditikam pada setiap penjuru. Kalau dulu, beliau&lt;br /&gt;akan menangis dalam menghadapi kesakitan, namun pada waktu itu beliau&lt;br /&gt;pujuk diri utk tidak menangis. "Apa sangatlah sakit yg aku tanggung ini&lt;br /&gt;berbanding nikmat yg Allah telah bagi utk melihat Baginda Nabi s.a.w.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian beliau tidur. Beliau terus rasakan berada di tempat tinggi,&lt;br /&gt;tempat yg biasa hadir sepanjang beliau menerima gangguan. Beliau katakan&lt;br /&gt;"Ya Allah, apa lagi yg hendak Engkau berikan buat hambamu yg hina ni,&lt;br /&gt;rasa malu sangat dengan-Mu Ya Allah..." Kemudian dgn izin Allah, datang&lt;br /&gt;empat orang yg berpakaian serba hijau. Salah seorang daripadanya&lt;br /&gt;mengatakan; "Assalamu'alaikum Ya Syamimi..Rasulullah s.a.w. sampaikan&lt;br /&gt;salam buatmu. Kami utusan Rasululah..Nahnu khulafa' ar-rasyidin. Ana Abu&lt;br /&gt;Bakr, ini Ummar Al-Khattab, Uthman bin 'affan dan Ali.."&lt;br /&gt;Subhanallah..Saidina Abu Bakr memperkenal dirinya dan ketiga2 sahabat yg&lt;br /&gt;mulia. Beliau nampak sendiri, Saidina Abu Bakr yg amat lembut&lt;br /&gt;perwatakannya, Saidina Ummar dgn wajah tegasnya, Saidina Uthman yg&lt;br /&gt;cantik sekali dan Saidina 'Ali yg agak kecil orangnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Sahabat mengatakan; "Kami diutuskan oleh baginda Nabi utk membantu&lt;br /&gt;enti.." Kemudian keempat2 mereka membacakan ayat 102 surah Al-Baqarah yg&lt;br /&gt;bermaksud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dan mereka mengikuti apa yg dibaca oleh syaitan-syaitan pada masa&lt;br /&gt;kerajaan Sulaiman. Sulaiman itu tidak kafir tetapi syaitan-syaitan&lt;br /&gt;itulah yg kafir, mereka mengajarkan sihir pada manusia dan apa yg&lt;br /&gt;diturunkan pada 2 malaikat di negeri Babylon iaitu Harut dan Marut.&lt;br /&gt;Padahal keduanya tidak mengajarkan sesuatu kepada seseorang sebelum&lt;br /&gt;mengatakan 'sesungguhnya kami hanyalah cubaan (bagimu) sebab itu&lt;br /&gt;janganlah kafir.' Maka mereka mempelajari dari keduanya (malaikat itu)&lt;br /&gt;apa yang (dapat) memisahkan antara seorang (suami) denagn isterinya.&lt;br /&gt;Mereka tidak akan dapat mencelakakan seseorang dgn sihirnya kecuali&lt;br /&gt;dengan izin Allah. Mereka mempelajari sesuatu yang mencelakakan, dan&lt;br /&gt;tidak memberi manfaat kepada mereka. Dan sungguh, mereka sudah tahu,&lt;br /&gt;barang siapa membeli (menggunakan sihir) itu, nescaya tidak akan&lt;br /&gt;mendapat keuntungan di akhirat. Dan sungguh, sangatlah buruk perbuatan&lt;br /&gt;mereka yang menjual dirinya dgn sihir, sekiranya mereka tahu.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selesai membaca ayat itu, para sahabat Nabi menghembus pada makhluk2&lt;br /&gt;yang sedang mengganggu beliau dan mereka semua hancur terbakar.&lt;br /&gt;Subhanallah..waktu itu terus terasa seolah2 tubuhnya yg sakit dahulu&lt;br /&gt;ditukarkan Allah s.w.t. dgn tubuh yg baru. Hilang segala kesakitan yg&lt;br /&gt;setahun lebih ditanggung beliau dgn sabar. Saidina Abu Bakr mengatakan;&lt;br /&gt;"Inilah ganjaran besar dari Allah buat orang-orang yang sabar.."&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian, para sahabat Nabi yg mulia pun pergi meninggalkannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selesai mimpi indah yg kedua ini, beliau bangun dr tidur dan terus&lt;br /&gt;duduk. Rakan2 sebilik pelik, kenapa beliau dapat bangun dan duduk dgn&lt;br /&gt;mudah . Kemudian sahabat2nya itu menyuruh beliau bangun berdiri dan&lt;br /&gt;alhamduliLlah..dgn mudah beliau bangun berdiri dan berjalan d sekitar&lt;br /&gt;bilik. "Ya Allah, penyakit ana dah sembuh.." Semua sahabat yang ada di&lt;br /&gt;situ bergembira dan menangis. Kemudian beliau segera ke bilik air untuk&lt;br /&gt;berwudhu'. Dengan tubuh yang 'baru', beliau sujud syukur pada Allah&lt;br /&gt;s.w.t. "Ya Allah, kiranya di beri tempoh sujud 100 tahun pun belum dapat&lt;br /&gt;diriku menjadi hamba-Mu yg bersyukur atas nikmat yg telah Engkau&lt;br /&gt;berikan.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beliau berpesan pada kami; "Adik-adik, wajarlah para sahabat Nabi yang&lt;br /&gt;mulia sanggup mati demi mempertahankan Baginda. Akak yang diberi rezeki&lt;br /&gt;melihat Nabi tak sampai pun 5 minit dah rasa tak sanggup berpisah&lt;br /&gt;dengannya. Kalau boleh, nak duduk je di bilik untuk beribadah pada Allah&lt;br /&gt;dan mengenang wajah Nabi yg mulia. Tapi menyedari banyak lagi taklifan&lt;br /&gt;dan tanggungjawab kita atas muka bumi Allah ini, maka hidup mesti&lt;br /&gt;diteruskan. Sekarang ini hati akak tenang sangat..kalau boleh, nak je&lt;br /&gt;akak pinjamkan hati ni walau hanya sesaat agar adik2 dapat merasakan&lt;br /&gt;betapa beningnya hati ini. Tapi itu tak mungkin kan , mungkin ini&lt;br /&gt;bahagian akak, bahagian kalian? Hanya Pemiliknya Yang Maha Tahu. Akhir&lt;br /&gt;sekali akak ingin katakan, tak rugi kita bersabar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keperibadiannya indah. Cerminan al-Quran katanya 'Aisyah ra. Dari semua&lt;br /&gt;aspek kehidupan, diperagakannya hanyalah kesyumulan. Allah mengajar&lt;br /&gt;manusia berkehidupan di muka bumi ini melalui baginda. Menuruti&lt;br /&gt;sunnahnya adalah pahala. Kasih sayangnya tiada bertepi, dari yang kecil&lt;br /&gt;hingga yang tua, dari hamba hingga ke bangsawan, dari dulu sampai&lt;br /&gt;sekarang, hingga ke akhirnya.. Dialah peribadi unggul sepanjang zaman.&lt;br /&gt;Mencintainya suatu kemuliaan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah suatu ketika Rasulullah berkumpul didalam satu majlis bersama&lt;br /&gt;para sahabat. Tiba-tiba bergenang air mata baginda s.a.w. Para sahabat&lt;br /&gt;gelosah melihat sesuatu yang tidakmereka senangi di wajah Rasulullah&lt;br /&gt;saw. Bila ditanya oleh Saidina Abu Bakar ra, baginda mengatakan bahawa&lt;br /&gt;terlalu merindui ikhwannya.. Saidina Abu Bakar sekali lagi bertanya&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah saw, "bukankah kami ini ikhwanmu?" Rasulullah menjawab,&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak, kamu semua adalah sahabatku.. ikhwanku adalah umatku yang belum&lt;br /&gt;pernah melihat aku tetapi mereka beriman dan sangat mencintaiku... Aku&lt;br /&gt;sangat rindu bertemu dengan mereka.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya Allah dan malaikat-malaikat-Nya bershalawat untuk Nabi. Hai&lt;br /&gt;orang-orang yang beriman, bershalawatlah kamu untuk Nabi dan ucapkanlah&lt;br /&gt;salam penghormatan kepadanya (al-Ahzab:56)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sungguh...berderaian air mataku mengalir..daku rindu akan&lt;br /&gt;dirimu..Ya Rasulullah!&lt;br /&gt;(kisah ini dinukilkan oleh sahabat Syamimi hasil pengalaman benar yang&lt;br /&gt;telah dilalui..pernah disebarkan melalui e-mel &amp;amp; blog sebelum ini..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sesungguhnya,ana sangat bersyukur kerana dilahirkan didunia ini sbgai&lt;br /&gt;ummat nabi Muhammad S.A.W...&lt;br /&gt;banyakkan lah berselawat dan mendengar zikir..insyaAllah kita semua akan&lt;br /&gt;mendapt syafaatnya di Akhirat kelak..wallahu'alam..(*_*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-7651994759307203629?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/7651994759307203629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=7651994759307203629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/7651994759307203629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/7651994759307203629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/05/indahnya-must-read.html' title='indahnya.. must read!'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-7712208696796233073</id><published>2010-05-20T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T18:23:58.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah: HAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've just received an sms from my ex-colleague:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"dear all, Alhamdulillah...i hv safely given  birth 2 Ahmad Rayyan bin Ahmad Razreehan at noon jz nw. Tq"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what else could i wish for? mashaallah, alhamdulillah.. Allah is indeed the most powerful and merciful and full of love towards His servants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;congratulation kak ain. next would be mine.. &lt;br /&gt;&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/2837173670841333917-7712208696796233073?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/7712208696796233073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=7712208696796233073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/7712208696796233073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/7712208696796233073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/05/alhamdulillah-happy.html' title='Alhamdulillah: HAPPY'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-522311936412954298</id><published>2010-05-20T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:47:31.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bertahan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;saya puasa wajib harini..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;senang cakap: puasa ganti :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;saya rasa tak sehat harini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;senang cakap: badan rasa panas semacam aje~kepala seperti ber'roller coaster'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;saya masih 'pregnant' harini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;senang cakap: dah takde mase nak ganti lain hari sebab sudah dekat nak bersalin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;konklusinya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;saya kena bertahan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 jam setengah lagi,.. InshaAllah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lain kali, ganti awal-awal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;senang cakap: BERTAHANlah! sape suruh malas ganti awal2. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;takkan nak bayar fidyah kot?? malunye kat TUHAN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;notakaki: hehe.. terase malu ngan tuhan sbb berbulan-bulan Dia kasi chance nak ganti before preggy.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;btw, terase nak mkn kek  sendiri bake.. tp hmm. 'M' lah pulak. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-522311936412954298?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/522311936412954298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=522311936412954298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/522311936412954298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/522311936412954298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/05/bertahan.html' title='bertahan!!'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-1644003413744503743</id><published>2010-05-19T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T16:12:21.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30</title><content type='html'>minggu ke -30 pregnant! Wow.. another 7-10 more weeks to go.. the countdown should begin now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-1644003413744503743?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/1644003413744503743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=1644003413744503743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/1644003413744503743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/1644003413744503743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/05/30.html' title='30'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-5327598236737409754</id><published>2010-05-14T17:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:37:39.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bila manusia itu mahu menjadi binatang, maka...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;would like to share this horrifying-ugly tragedy, of the many that are happening around us..&lt;div&gt; i took this from wikipedia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Concrete-encased high school girl murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;女子高生コンクリート詰め殺人事件&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; Joshikōsei konkurīto-zume satsujin-jiken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help noprint"&gt;&lt;sup style="line-height: 1em; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:Installing_Japanese_character_sets" title="Help:Installing Japanese character sets" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_icon" style="font: normal normal bold 80%/normal sans-serif; text-decoration: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0.1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; was a 1988-89 incident in which a Japanese girl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Junko Furuta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;古田順子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; Furuta Junko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help noprint"&gt;&lt;sup style="line-height: 1em; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:Installing_Japanese_character_sets" title="Help:Installing Japanese character sets" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_icon" style="font: normal normal bold 80%/normal sans-serif; text-decoration: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0.1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;, 16 at that time, was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder" title="Murder" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;murdered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;. This incident has a high level of notoriety in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japan" title="Japan" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;On 25 November 1988, four boys, including &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jo_Kamisaku" title="Jo Kamisaku" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jo Kamisaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;, then 17 (Kamisaku was a new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Family_name" title="Family name" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;family name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; he took after being released from prison), abducted and held Furuta, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twelfth_grade" title="Twelfth grade" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Third year high school (grade 12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; student from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Misato,_Saitama_(city)" title="Misato, Saitama (city)" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Misato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saitama_Prefecture" title="Saitama Prefecture" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Saitama Prefecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;, for 44 days. They kept her captive in the house owned by the parents of Boy C, located in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ayase_Station" title="Ayase Station" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ayase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; district of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adachi,_Tokyo" title="Adachi, Tokyo" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Adachi, Tokyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;To forestall a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manhunt" title="Manhunt" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;manhunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;, one of them forced Furuta into calling her own parents and telling them that she had run away from home, but was with "a friend" and was not in danger. He also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/browbeat" class="extiw" title="wikt:browbeat" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;browbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; her into posing as one of the boys' girlfriends when the parents of the house where she was held were around, but when it became clear that the parents would not call the police, he dropped this pretext. Furuta tried to escape several times, begging the parents more than once to help her, but they did nothing, apparently out of fear that Boy A would hurt them. Boy A was at the time a low-level &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yakuza" title="Yakuza" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;yakuza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;leader and had bragged that he could use his connections to kill anyone who interfered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;According to their statements at their trial, the four of them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raped" title="Raped" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;raped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; her, beat her with metal rods and golf clubs, introduced foreign objects including a light bulb into her vagina, made her eat cockroaches and drink her own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urine" title="Urine" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;urine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;, inserted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireworks" title="Fireworks" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;fireworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; into her anus and set them off, forced Furuta to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Masturbation" title="Masturbation" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;masturbate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;, cut her with pliers, dropped dumbbells onto her stomach, and burned her with cigarettes and lighters. One of the burnings was punishment for attempting to call the police. At one point her injuries were so severe that according to one of the boys it took more than an hour for her to crawl downstairs to use the bathroom. They also related that "possibly a hundred different people" knew that Furuta had been imprisoned there, but it is not clear if this means they visited the house at different times while she was imprisoned there, or themselves either raped (approximately 1000 times in total) or abused her. When the boys refused to let her leave, she begged them on several occasions to "kill (her) and get it over with".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;On January 4, 1989, using a loss at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mah-jong" title="Mah-jong" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;mah-jong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; as a pretext, the four beat her with an iron barbell, poured lighter fluid on her legs, arms, face and stomach, and set her on fire. She died later that day of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shock_(circulatory)" title="Shock (circulatory)" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;shock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;. The four boys claimed that they were not aware of how badly injured she was, and that they believed she had been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malingering" title="Malingering" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;malingering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;On January 5, the killers hid her corpse in a 55-gallon drum filled with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cement" title="Cement" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;cement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;; the perpetrators disposed the drum in a tract of reclaimed land in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Koto,_Tokyo" title="Koto, Tokyo" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Koto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tokyo" title="Tokyo" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Junko_Furuta"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Junko_Furuta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(109, 100, 107); font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(16, 15, 16); font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;and, in summary of the torturing days, i borrowed this excerpt from FB account dedicated to her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(16, 15, 16); font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(16, 15, 16); font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;DAY 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; November 22, 1988: Kidnapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Kept captive in house, and posed as one of boy’s girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Raped (over 400 times in total)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Forced to call her parents and tell them she had run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Starved and malnutritioned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Fed cockroaches to eat and urine to drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Forced to masturbate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Forced to strip in front of others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Burned with cigarette lighters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Foreign objects inserted into her vagina/anus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;DAY 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;: December 1, 1988: Severely beat up countless times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Face held against concrete ground and jumped on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hands tied to ceiling and body used as a punching bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nose filled with so much blood that she can only breath through her mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dumbbells dropped onto her stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Vomited when tried to drink water (her stomach couldn’t accept it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tried to escape and punished by cigarette burning on arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Flammable liquid poured on her feet and legs, then lit on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bottle inserted into her anus, causing injury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;DAY 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;: December10, 1989: Unable to walk properly due to severe leg burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Beat with bamboo sticks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Fireworks inserted into anus and lit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hands smashed by weights and fingernails cracked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Beaten with golf club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cigarettes inserted into vagina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Beaten with iron rods repeatedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Winter; forced outside to sleep in balcony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Skewers of grilled chicken inserted into her vagina and anus, causing bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;DAY 30:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; Hot wax dripped onto face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eyelids burned by cigarette lighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Stabbed with sewing needles in chest area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Left nipple cut and destroyed with pliers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hot light bulb inserted into her vagina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Heavy bleeding from vagina due to scissors insertion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Unable to urinate properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Injuries were so severe that it took over an hour for her to crawl downstairs and use the bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eardrums severely damaged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Extreme reduced brain size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;  font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;DAY 40: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Begged her torturers to “kill her and get it over with”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;January 1, 1989: Junko greets the New Years Day alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Body mutilated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Unable to move from the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;  font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;DAY 44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;: January 4, 1989: The four boys beat her mutilated body with an iron barbell, using a loss at the game of Mah-jongg as a pretext. She is profusely bleeding from her mouth and nose. They put a candle’s flame to her face and eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;  font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Then, lighter fluid was poured onto her legs, arms, face and stomach, and then lit on fire. This final torture lasted for a time of two hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;  font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Junko Furuta died later that day, in pain and alone. Nothing could compare 44 days of suffering she had to go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;  font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;When her mother heard the news and details of what had happened to her daughter, she fainted. She had to undergo a psychiatric outpatient treatment . Imagine her endless pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Her killers are now free men. Justice was never served, not even after 20 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;They deserve a punishment much greater than they had put upon Furuta, for putting an innocent girl through the most unbearable suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;color: rgb(16, 15, 16); font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/group.php?gid=104786470334"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/group.php?gid=104786470334&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(16, 15, 16); font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(16, 15, 16); font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(16, 15, 16); font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(16, 15, 16); font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(16, 15, 16); font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;reading this left me utterly speechless...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(16, 15, 16); font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;Q is, what kind of humanity left in those teen boys????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(16, 15, 16); font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;May God protect us till the end.. &lt;/p&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/2837173670841333917-5327598236737409754?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/5327598236737409754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=5327598236737409754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/5327598236737409754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/5327598236737409754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/05/bila-manusia-itu-mahu-menjadi-binatang.html' title='bila manusia itu mahu menjadi binatang, maka...'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-5916315107975995744</id><published>2010-05-14T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:14:47.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wordpress5: before my ass goes to work ~April,21 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 23px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;h2  style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: normal;  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-size:2em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 23px; font-size:14px;"&gt;its 3.46 in the afternoon. weather is sunny..too sunny perhaps.. its so hawt here..! am about to clean my house, not as in spring clean, jst dusting off here and there, a layer of sweeping around the house,  and perhaps mopping too if i could do everything in a whiz of time. Cooking for dinner is still in the list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;finally, my sewing machine is here. (happy *wink wink*) and finished sewing the outer layer of kaseh2 hati long awaited bean bag.. alhamdulillah. and in the midst of finishing katol’s stuffs.. aja aja amat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;update on my pregnancy would be the focus of today’s post. so far, baby is 25 weeks (today is wednesday). almost 6 months an a half. i could feel her kicking inside sometimes ( when i pay attention to my tummy) and when i deliberately lie on the tummy to give her the pressure, or poke her &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: line-through; "&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt; just to play around. kaseh2 hati could feel the kicks too.. what an active girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;you&gt;&lt;/you&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;we had the 3d &amp;amp; 4d scan when she was 24 weeks. it was and awe-mazing experience seeing her moving a lot, seeing her face, seeing her playing with her hands, seeing her karate-ing with her strong legs, and getting to see her little fingers both hands and legs..  and knowing that am carrying a tough, active and healthy girl inside. mashaallah..alhamdulillah, praise to Him the mightiest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;oopss.. there she goes again.. &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":-)" class="wp-smiley" style="padding-top: 0px; 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padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;nice but not a vengeance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;nor jealousy but just&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;blue stripes of sadness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;residing inside me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;ohh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;please&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;go                                                                                     a w  a   y&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post_meta" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; width: 480px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: dotted; border-top-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(187, 187, 187); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(245, 245, 245); line-height: normal; float: left; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-1975459585568176149?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/1975459585568176149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=1975459585568176149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/1975459585568176149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/1975459585568176149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordpress4-blue-stripes-in-me-april7.html' title='wordpress4 : the blue stripes in me~  April,7 2010'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-5397784518874392313</id><published>2010-05-14T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:08:26.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wordpress3: dedicated post ~April,5 2010~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 23px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;h2  style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: normal;  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-size:2em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 23px;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  style="text-align: center; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px;  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-size:2em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 23px; font-size:14px;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt; this post is just to say BUCKETS OF THANKS to Abah coz of the new sewing machine..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;im super happy upon hearing you saying that i could take the sewing machine home.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; and rite now, i can’t wait to start my pending projects..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;thanks again, and i love you! "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-5397784518874392313?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/5397784518874392313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=5397784518874392313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/5397784518874392313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/5397784518874392313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordpress3-dedicated-post.html' title='wordpress3: dedicated post ~April,5 2010~'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-6478768223214961314</id><published>2010-05-14T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:05:07.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wordpress2: weekend surprise!! ~April,5 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-size: 2em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 23px; "&gt;last weekend was a superb weekend that one ever could wish for! first of all, the plan or shall i call it a trip, started way before, at the end of february 2010. well 1st anniversary is coming (8 march 2010) and a trip somehere outside of selangor would be a perfect gateaway for me(us). so i suggested to kaseh-kaseh hati for us to stay overnight somewhere, like penang or langkawi, etc. being a nice &amp;amp; must be loved all the time hubby, he agreed. so penang was the chosen destination, and holiday inn resort, batu ferringhi would be our nest there.  checking the calendar for the suitable date, finally we decided to have it from 3-4th april 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;on the different side of my life, in the previous post, i’ve mentioned something bout not working anymore, rite? so, the consequence of that action is, I’ve decided to start a biz of my own, though the path to that dream is soooo blurry! after lots of thinking and wasting time choosing from one product to another, to sell, finally, i thought of selling the in-trend hijab, scarf or head cover for muslimah at Malaysia. the brand opted is Ariana. made from good quality lycra, i chose to sell plain colour hijab, and if theres demand, i’ll go for  fancier ones. i bought in bulk from the makcik pasar malam here in taman seroja since i don’t have the energy to carry the goods (plus 6 months baby in the belly ;-p) from KL by public transport ( i haven’t installed kl map yet in my brain!). spending few hundreds ringgit give me the nerves and hopes that i’d get the money back soon. the plan is to drop by at Ipoh, disributing the hijabs to my relatives and asking them to sell them for me. we did that, everything was according to the plan, and now would be the profit  waiting moment. pray to God! insha-allah, everything will go well in the end.. insha-allah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;on the other hand, apart from selling hijab, my other in the list plan is to have a heavy duty/ industrial sewing machine of my own for me to start my bean bags biz. we (me and kaseh2 hati)  were actually surveying for a second hand one as buying new is not affordable at all!  rite now, i have have this singer manual sewing machine (guna kaki tau!!) and sewing is equal to mr turtle against mr rabbit in the running competition. OMG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;this is what we called as rezki, where, it happened to be, before departing to penang on the 3rd of april, we stayed a night at mom’s house. apparently, that morning, my dad was planning to go to jalan pasar, and kaseh2 hati was having this casual conversation. as dad mentioned jln pasar, kaseh2 hati told him that we are going there soon to look for second hand sewing machine. that was a revelation moment full of barakah as my dad didn’t about me wanting a sewing machine. he told kaseh2 hati that there is a sewing machine shop near stepmom’s house that sells second’s too. bla2, end of story, we took off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;on the way to penang, we ran out of gas, and had to exit at sungkai/trolak for refilling. there i got a call from dad, and guess what.. he was at the sewing machine shop! he told me the price of second hand &amp;amp; brand new.. but the prices were out of our budget. so i reclined, and told him we’ll have to look for cheaper ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;we arrived at holiday inn and i received  an sms from my sister informing bout the arrival of a BRAND NEW HEAVY DUTY SEWING MACHINE at mom’s house! i was happy but didnt know that its gonna be mine. so on sunday, we decided to drop by at mom’s house before going back to sepang. mom told me that the machine was not working properly and they need to call the technician to have a look at it. when i was in subang, i just look at it, and put on those threads just to give it a try, and apparently it worked perfectly.. guess the machine knew its owner beforehand..haha. they (my family) were a bit confused, and the good news is, theres no  need to call for the technician.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;the perfect word now is ALHAMDULILLAH, GRACIOUS TO ALLAH THE MOST KNOWING.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;so the surprise is, a powerful, masculine sewing machine for me! yay.. should be thinking of a name for him now..hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-6478768223214961314?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/6478768223214961314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=6478768223214961314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/6478768223214961314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/6478768223214961314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordpress2-weekend-surprise-april5-2010.html' title='wordpress2: weekend surprise!! ~April,5 2010'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-456082343693995865</id><published>2010-05-14T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:03:26.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wordpress1: a lecture on life ~April, 1 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-size: 2em; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 23px; "&gt;the other day, few days back, i had a chance conversing with my former boss, dean of unikl miat. we started with light issues, like my bean bag, starting biz, etc2.. and somehow, our conversation drifted to more serious issue, goal in our life. it started when i asked him whether is it true that am losing a lot when i made the decision to resign miat. he replied that i shouldn’t be asking that question.. and the conversation continued..~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;ermm malas dah nk tulis, pendek kata, i’m still looking for what i truly want in this life.. n goal or goals is/are not determined yet..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;as for nw, i’ve just realized that (while driving back fr pasar malam), that i want to own a crv.. as soon as i can..heheh  how can i do that???(harge 149k..erkk)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="attachment_23" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); text-align: center; background-color: rgb(243, 243, 243); border-top-left-radius: 3px 3px; border-top-right-radius: 3px 3px; border-bottom-right-radius: 3px 3px; border-bottom-left-radius: 3px 3px; width: 310px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://amattaziz.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/crv2010.jpg" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(28, 155, 220); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;img class="size-medium wp-image-23" title="crv2010" src="http://amattaziz.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/crv2010.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=162" alt="i took this from http://car-holic.blogspot.com" width="300" height="162" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="wp-caption-text" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;i took this from http://car-holic.blogspot.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-456082343693995865?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/456082343693995865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=456082343693995865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/456082343693995865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/456082343693995865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordpress1-lecture-on-life-april-1-2010.html' title='wordpress1: a lecture on life ~April, 1 2010'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-6647512542458524112</id><published>2010-05-14T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:38:15.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deciding the the 'ONE'</title><content type='html'>WELL, the title for today seems to be implying on something else ( something that sounds a bit fishy..heheh) especially for a married woman  ( an independent, free spirited, married woman to be specific) !!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the truth is, i have this peculiar and rather ridiculous habit of creating blogs and jumping from one to another. as of today, i believe that we should grow up and get matured even in blogging, by focusing on one blog only or to have few relevant blogs n link them to one another or just leave the blogging activity totally rather than scattering the our pieces of mind all over the virtual space!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[talking 'bout being a manager to oneself. :p]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;few posts after this would be posts from my wordpress.  and YES, they are moving from wordpress  Residence to Blogspot Height! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a different matter, an sms from my friend ( u know who u r) would be the quote of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" sgtlah comel blog katol kan. Kite suke baca, rasa look 4ward nk ada husbnd :). Kalaulah awk pun update blog! plss. Hehe"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sgt lah inspiring and motivating msg ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) mesti kawen cpt to those yg ade plan nak kawen. then u'll have that sweet moments.. to be shared together wif ur frends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) must be consistent when blogging. fans r waiting for updates.. ahaks.. I LOIKE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blogging off for now.. going to cik yam's house to jahit tepi for ordered beanbags ( i have customers now.. business is crawling.. an infant still)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-6647512542458524112?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/6647512542458524112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=6647512542458524112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/6647512542458524112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/6647512542458524112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2010/05/deciding-the-one.html' title='deciding the the &apos;ONE&apos;'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-2289863027775266642</id><published>2009-06-09T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:42:33.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEMALASAN TAHAP GABAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WAAAAAAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>OMG! papers to be marked..in a short time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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GABAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WAAAAAAAAAAA'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-8154310120426343805</id><published>2009-05-02T10:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:59:06.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another bit of epot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/Sfuxt8wO73I/AAAAAAAAABg/rxm3Ws2EBRw/s1600-h/DSC00512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/Sfuxt8wO73I/AAAAAAAAABg/rxm3Ws2EBRw/s320/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331049986883776370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its hard to let him go...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cool aje pkai cemin mate...hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;die x kesah pon org wat camtu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/SfuxkIK2vqI/AAAAAAAAABY/GTsYj5oeVss/s320/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331049818149535394" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kesah yang ni pulak, die tgh tido, nak tido diTENGAH-TENGAH irg ramai.. yup, tu memang prangai die.disebabkan lampu terang sgt, die pon tido  sambil tutup muke...cute kan??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mewaw kah die itu? atau org sebenanye??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                    &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/SfuzCKbyxbI/AAAAAAAAABw/jFYbsnmLSog/s320/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331051433665152434" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;epot &amp;amp; his pillow..ade tulis name kat bntal tu "totot" &amp;amp; pic of him dilukis oleh meme...~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;other than that, something im gonna miss is, whenever he wants to go upstairs, to the second level of our house, on the first step, he would mew loudly as a warning that he is coming to join us..then he'll climb till the last step, again he'll mew loudly to warn us that he is near..hahaha..as usual, we'll quickly shut shut the door.. we dont want him to lazying around on our bed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;tot too loved boxes, baskets and plastic bags. after coming back from shopping, he'll run too us, for the plastic bag: inspection i guess..sometimes, meme would just take a empty plastic bag, and crumples it to make the sound. totot will immediately come to her...hehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;after buying something, we usually put epot in the box..he'll stay inside it long enuf..sometimes we would turn the box into a bag box..&amp;amp; carry him all around the house..patiently, he stayed in there, enjoying the ride!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SAYONARA LOVELY ONE..~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-8154310120426343805?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/8154310120426343805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=8154310120426343805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/8154310120426343805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/8154310120426343805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-bit-of-epot.html' title='another bit of epot'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/Sfuxt8wO73I/AAAAAAAAABg/rxm3Ws2EBRw/s72-c/DSC00512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-7286217371993786409</id><published>2009-04-29T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:23:40.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>etot, tot, totot, epot, mamaw in memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/Sfe-HPxW8TI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3xdIY8Ii6W8/s1600-h/DSC01091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/Sfe-HPxW8TI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3xdIY8Ii6W8/s320/DSC01091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329937715718189362" /&gt;epot, gamba maw kat sebelah tu, cumel giler kan? die tgh tido&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/Sfe-HPxW8TI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3xdIY8Ii6W8/s1600-h/DSC01091.JPG"&gt;tu..nampak je payung terbukak kat lua tu, trus tido..pndai cari port, nak tido lam buai la gitu..hehe.. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;itulah epot kami..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pagi tadi, amat maseh lagi tido kat katil..tetibe dpt message from my sis: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"tot bru mati. kne langgar kreta 2 minutes ago. kpala hancur. yasir nak g skolah. nampak kna langgar dpn rumah" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on that very moment i started crying.."alah...tot dah mati~~~" hubby terkejut n hugged me..tried to soothe me down..i cried n cried for the cat, one of our family members. he is gone now..leaving all the sweet memories for us to cherish n keep them dearly in our heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;afterward, i ironed our clothes, in between my tears.. i called my sister, asked her, but we cannot talk..the pain, lost n agony are too much n refrained us from talking. we cried, expressing our sadness truough the phone, n then hung up. then i took my shower..i still need to go to work..hubby suggested us to go back to shah alam..i refused, excusing myself with the classes i have today. i recieved another message from katol: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"tgh duduk kat dining, dgr ada meow tgh mkn friskies kat dapur, trus g dapur nak check, rupa2nya meow lain. mcm dia tahu2 je tuan friskie tu dah mati.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was at the couch at that time, n started crying again..it hurts me so much, imagining myself going back to kampung n not seeing him anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i dressed up. put on the powder on my face. i was getting ready to work, then (meme called me at first, but i missed it because i was in the shower) i recieved a message from her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"tot dah slmt dikebumikan"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i have stopped crying. n called meme to know the whole story. she said that tis morn, tot ate more than usual..he was following the routine though. breakfast, wait for my brother to go to school, before his daily walk. the difference, for this morning, is, he has been knocked by a car to his death, n it was the last breakfast for him, and the last day on this earth. abah tak lalu nak breakfast..yasir quickly left for school..meme started crying..and me too, again..meme said: kite dah attached ngn die". we hung up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;later, i recieved two more sms from abah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"in loving memory...our family member has just passed away and buried in kampong subang area."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"it was tot the cat...cod. hit and run accident victim..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and..that is the end of our beloved tot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in time, tears would dry up..but nothing could ever replace him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so long tot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-7286217371993786409?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/7286217371993786409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=7286217371993786409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/7286217371993786409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/7286217371993786409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2009/04/etot-tot-totot-epot-mamaw-in-memory.html' title='etot, tot, totot, epot, mamaw in memory'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/Sfe-HPxW8TI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3xdIY8Ii6W8/s72-c/DSC01091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-4287214270413596815</id><published>2009-04-27T09:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:06:11.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>such a long rest from blogging, such a hectic life..need to catch my breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;it has been almost 2 months I havent written anything here. More or less the same age as my married life. so, i guess, a lot of me to be updated. but, because of the time constraint, I dont think i can write a long post. marriage life plus working life do give me a little time for myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FEW UPDATES OF MYSELF:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. appointed as the russian programme coordinator.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. submitted master's application to UPM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. cooking, cleaning and adapting to married life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. wife for almost 2 months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. have a husband to take care of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. have to prepare final exam papers with the answer key&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. have a research to be completed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. going to UniKL MSI in Kulim as a netball player! in the end of May&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. tonnes of other things including replacement classes, students presentation, etc..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll do my best to finish this semester smoothly!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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breath'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-947053270966191335</id><published>2009-02-02T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:40:26.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's update</title><content type='html'>in my  2/3 last post, i've listed down the 'done things'.. there are few additions2 weddingbaju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makeup person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the hantaran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hantaran decoration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extra stuff on the wed dress &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plane ticket to padang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotel booking at bukit tinggi and padang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photgrapher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;wedding invitation card-done&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dewan pudina, bukit subang-done&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;meeting with the imam/jurunikah-done&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;submitting nikah form to PAID-done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-947053270966191335?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/947053270966191335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=947053270966191335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/947053270966191335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/947053270966191335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-update.html' title='today&apos;s update'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-4818641662272255074</id><published>2009-02-01T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:08:39.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding update!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;in my  2/3 last post, i've listed down the 'done things'.. there are few additions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 weddingbaju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makeup person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the hantaran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hantaran decoration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extra stuff on the wed dress &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plane ticket to padang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotel booking at bukit tinggi and padang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photgrapher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;wedding invitation card-done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;dewan pudina, bukit subang-done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;meeting with the imam/jurunikah-done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;submitting nikah form to PAID-tomorrow morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;~1 month and a week left for my big day~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-4818641662272255074?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/4818641662272255074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=4818641662272255074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/4818641662272255074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/4818641662272255074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2009/02/wedding-update.html' title='wedding update!!!'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-3254567623482821883</id><published>2009-02-01T19:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:36:25.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting to know 'him'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i received this story from one of iium alumnus..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There was once a man who was an enemy to Islam. He had three famous questions that no person could answer. No Islamic scholar in Baghdad could answer his three questions...thus he made fun of Islam in public. He constantly ridiculed Islam and the Muslims. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One day a small boy, whose age was 10, came along and heard the man yelling and screaming at Muslims in the street. He was challenging people openly to answer the three questions.&lt;br /&gt;The boy stood quietly and watched. He then decided that he would challenge the man. He walked up and told the man, "I will accept your challenge".&lt;br /&gt;The man laughed at the boy and ridiculed the Muslims even more by saying, "A ten year old boy challenges me. Is this all you people have to offer!"&lt;br /&gt;But the boy patiently reiterated his stance. He would challenge the man, and with Allah?s help and guidance, he would put this to an end. The man finally accepted.&lt;br /&gt;The entire city gathered around a small "hill" where open addresses were usually made. The man climbed to the top, and in a loud voice asked his first question.&lt;br /&gt;"What is your God doing right now?"&lt;br /&gt;The small boy thought for a little while and then told the man to climb down the hill and to allow him to go up in order to address the question.&lt;br /&gt;The man says "What? You want me to come down?"&lt;br /&gt;The boy says, "Yes. I need to reply, right?"&lt;br /&gt;The man made his way down and the small boy, age 10, with his little feet made his way up.&lt;br /&gt;This small child?s reply was "Oh Allah Almighty! You be my witness in front of all these people. You have just willed that a Kafir be brought down to a low level, and that a Muslim be brought to a high level!"&lt;br /&gt;The crowd cheered and screamed "Takbir"...."Allah-hu-akbar!!!"&lt;br /&gt;The man was humiliated, but he boldly asked his Second question... "What existed before your God?"&lt;br /&gt;The small child thought and thought.&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked the man to count backwards. "Count from 10 backwards."&lt;br /&gt;The man counted..."10, 9, 8 , 7 , 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,0"&lt;br /&gt;The boy asked, "What comes before 0?"&lt;br /&gt;The man: "I don?t know...nothing."&lt;br /&gt;The boy: "Exactly. Nothing was before Allah, for He is eternal and absolute."&lt;br /&gt;The crowd cheered again...."Takbir!"...."Allah-hu-akbar!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;The man, now completely frustrated, asked his final question. "In which direction is your Allah facing?"&lt;br /&gt;The boy thought and thought.&lt;br /&gt;He then asked for a candle. A candle was brought to him. The blessed child handed it to the man and asked him to light it.&lt;br /&gt;The man did so and remarked, "What is this supposed to prove?"&lt;br /&gt;The young boy asked, "In which direction is light from the candle going?"&lt;br /&gt;The man responded, "It is going in all directions."&lt;br /&gt;The boy: "You have answered your own question. Allah's light (noor) goes in all directions. His knowledge everywhere. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is nowhere that His (swt) knowledge cannot be found.&lt;br /&gt;"The crowd cheered again...."Takbir!"...."Allah-hu-akbar!!!"&lt;br /&gt;The man was so impressed and so moved by the boy?s knowledge and spirituality, that he embraced Islam and became a student of the young boy.&lt;br /&gt;So ended the debate.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the young boy?&lt;br /&gt;The young boy was one of our leaders and one of the greatest scholars, Imam Abu Hanifa (May Allah bless him).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHO IS THIS IMAM ABU HANIFAH??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Imam Abu Hanifa is one of the four imams. He was born on 80 A.H. at Kufah, Iraq. Some of his &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;characteristics are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;a). Impartiality: Imaam Abu Hanifah (R. A.) has never accepted a favour from anyone and so was never indebted to anyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b). Humanitarian ways&amp;amp; generosity: On seeing Imaam Abu Hanifah (R. A.) a passer by avoided him and took a different path. When Imaam Abu Hanifah (R.A.) questioned as to why he did so, he replied that he was ashamed of himself as he was Imaam Abu Hanifah’s debtor of 10 000 Dirhams. The man’s humbleness over took Imaam Abu Hanifah (R.A.) and so he forgave the repayment of the debt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c). Kind heartedness: Once, whilst sitting in a Masjid Imaam Sahib learnt of someone who had fallen from a roof. Immediately, Imaam Sahib departed from the gathering, barefooted, and ran to the place of accident. Until the injured recovered, Imaam Sahib paid daily visits to nurse him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d). Disposition : Imaam Sahib would never speak unless it was necessary to do so. Someone mentioned before Sufyan Thawri (R.A.) that he had never heard Imaam Sahib back biting. Sufyan (R.A.) replied, "Abu Hanifah (R.A.) is not such a fool that he will destroy his own good deeds."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e). Abstinence &amp;amp; God Fearing Ways: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i). Sharik has stated, "I have never once observed Imaam Abu Hanifah reposing within the nights hours."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii). Abu Nu’aym states, "Even before observing salaah Imaam Hanifah (R. A.) would weep and supplicate before Allah."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii). There is no such Surah within the Qur’an which I have not recited during Nafl prayers." - Abu Hanifah (R. A.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv). Kharija lbn Mus’ab has stated that 4 religious leaders have completed the recitation of the entire Qur’an in one rakaah of salaah alone. Uthmaan Ibn Affaan (RA.), Tameen Daari (RA.), Sa’eed Ibn Jubair (R. A.) and Imaam Abu Hanifah (R. A.).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v). There was once acknowledgment of a stolen sheep. Imaam Abu Hanifah inquired and researched as to how long a sheep lives. After finding out, he never ate sheep for 7 years, fearing that the meat may be from the stolen sheep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vi). For 40 consecutive years Imaam Sahib observed a nocturnal practice of performing Fajr salaah with the ablution of Esha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Imam Abu Hanifah, throughout his life has perfomed 55 times of hajj. Another amazing fact that it is almost impossible for us to do is that he completed the whole quran, 60 times in a month of Ramadhan. But for us, we would take months or years to complete reading the whole Quran!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This shows where we are standing right now..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;time to change lazy bums!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps: want to know more about him, read &lt;a href="http://www.islamcan.com/cgi-bin/increaseiman/htmlfiles/static/113163866919210.shtml"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-3254567623482821883?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/3254567623482821883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=3254567623482821883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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force myself to transfer pics from my phone to my office pc.. wheww&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;later, if i have the time, i will put the pics and the story behind them..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a very slow update, i know that..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;till then..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-6445709851442562336?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/6445709851442562336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=6445709851442562336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/6445709851442562336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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near.. but far in the sense that whether i am... or i am not... too many things undone but nothing to do... pre marriage means draining your money from the pockets and pouches you have, plus ppl around u, and yet u still need more..  things like "i have to that", "i dont need to rush on this", "this must be done by tomorrow", "what else do i need to do, ppl help meee!!!!" are normal.. but this maddening syndrome and voiceless screaming are just inside my head, while i am enjoying myself to heaven. by drinking coffee, blogging and such, that dont even contribute in solving the unsolve! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, this is the 'done' part, :p (quite proud of myself, especially in this puzzling craze mind!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2weddingbajumakeuppersonallofthehantaranhantarandecoration&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;extrastuffontheweddressfoodwedringplanetickettopadanghotel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bookingatbukittinggiandpadangphotgrapherWHEWW..OUT OF BREATH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehe.. okay..pointform(point form)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 weddingbaju&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;makeup person&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all of the hantaran&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hantaran decoration&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;extra stuff on the wed dress &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;food &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wed ring&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;plane ticket to padang &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hotel booking at buki ttinggi and padang &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;photgrapher&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, so far, the still 'undone' are dewan, hiv test(tomorrow would be on the 'done' list), submitting the nikah form to pejabat agama islam selangor, and the wedding day itself!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE..cant wait &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-8082421789099929268?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-1512352188059884676</id><published>2009-01-13T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:57:25.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i have another one like this???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;a great girlie weekend..molie( an old fren of mine from sktbp) came to my house. we went shopping at nilai 3 for decoration stuff for my hantaran..whewww..spent about 5 hours there..and i had my first air jambu batu with asam shake..wow! best giler..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we went back home..started excitedly unpacking the plastic bags.. and....till midnight..we managed to finish everything..hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;o yeah.. on the first night, we talked and talked till 430 am..hehe catching up those missing years..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to molie, come n lets do facial..n watch midnight's, and others.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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this???'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-3473328690637665807</id><published>2009-01-07T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:20:52.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of being single again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;yesternite, after a lil bit of thinking, i think, for the final 2 months before my wedding, i want to be single again. not as in looking for new boyfriend or flirting around. but single in the sense that a time for myself, a time for me to feel free from a relationship (im not into lepak2 wif guys..) to hang out with my girlfriends, doing crazy stuff.. and all..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ive been in this relationship, with the same guy for almost 5 years, starting a year after finishing my high school till this very second. so, before spending time and life together with him for the rest of my life (insyaallah), i guess, i do need my single moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aja aja!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-3473328690637665807?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/3473328690637665807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=3473328690637665807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/3473328690637665807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/3473328690637665807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-being-single-again.html' title='of being single again'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-4400971940007682784</id><published>2009-01-05T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:27:46.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>microteaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;15th December - 24th December 2008 marked the two weeks of immeasureable length of tiredness, full of boring trainers delivering interesting issues, creating glass puppet out of boredom,  and teaching a class of people who are more or less the same age as my dad, and were his colleagues once upon a time! as the practical part of the training.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, the training, known as pedagogy training is designed for the new teaching staff. It has 4 parts, from &lt;strong&gt;OBE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(1) &lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;art of teaching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2) &lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;assesments and evaluations(3)&lt;/strong&gt; are among the useful topics taught. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The fourth part would be the practical, which is &lt;strong&gt;microteaching(4)&lt;/strong&gt;. we were given 1/2 hour to teach any subject, by applying the theories taught in the previous lessons ( except for the 3rd part). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, so for me, im bored to death listening to all the subjects that were very technical in nature.. like landing gear, vb.net, helicopter, automotive, projectile motion, etc..hey, im an english lecturer, how am i going to understand all those within 1/2 hour..goshh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, my turn came, and i taught them poetry: brief history and 4 simple poetic devices (rhyme, simile, metaphor &amp;amp; personification). thats it, with few examples, and afterward, in groups, these students had to create a poem, using any of the poetic devices taught. before the class ended, they had to recite their poems.. and i can see that, everybody was laughing and enjoying the class so much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;later on, i asked the trainer who was evaluating us, on my peformance. he answered " u r above average"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YAY! thats cool and great! - for a young and inexperienced lecturer . and a week later, one of the technical lecturers said that i was good because he still remember the poetic devices taught though it was the first time for him to join a poetry class.. hehe thats even better for me!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is one of the poems from the poetry class by En. Razif:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;poetic devices: Metaphor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;title: You Are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the rose in a sea of thorns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are the sun that shines when I'm down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are the light that glows in the dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are who I am in love with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eventhough we are apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are always in my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;24th Dec 2008, IOI resort&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-4400971940007682784?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/4400971940007682784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=4400971940007682784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/4400971940007682784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/4400971940007682784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2009/01/microteaching.html' title='microteaching'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-2820532824026215779</id><published>2009-01-03T13:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:22:11.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Along my big sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the outside of my house is raining..drizzling to be exact.. the day is nothing near to gloomy, though the sun rays are blocked by the countless clouds moving slowly.. from afar, i could hear the quranic recitation on air, from masjid at taqwa.. the atmosphere is SERENE..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;enjoying this quiet moment very much, i started my day by surfing the best hotel deal for my coming honeymoon, shouting at my beloved on the phone over something unpleasant (yesternite's), putting on my wedding ring, and admiring its beauty on my finger..( hehe), and updating myself on my friends' ongoing..by checking their fs's profile..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i came across along's fs account.. then continuing to her blog..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;missing her like crazy.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;along is a good friend of mine from iiu. i got close to her during my 3rd yr or so.. we used to walk and talk non stop about everything till she reached her mahallah, n i will continue my journey to my mahallah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on the campus ( we were in different departments), i would call her to have lunch together, before rushing back to our work. or if we are free, we'll sit there, up to few hours..killing the time..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after pgg meeting, the usually ended around 11 +.. we will have a round of teh tarik at hs cafe, along with other few friends..( around 6 -7 ppl).. and had a good chat, discussing over issues, generating ideas on how to make pgg and things around us into a better place or condition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she loves to read, and read..all those motivational books, (the exact opposite of me..heh), and she would suggest me to read them as well. which i never did! bad bad me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in one occasion, she invited me to join her to this special kids school in gombak.. we went there, n she was so excited to see them, mingling with them, trying to understand them as they are, taking their pictures and lots of it.. i could see the passion, the sympathy and the love inside her eyes..which made me happy just to be there.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just hope we can hang out together for the last time before i end my bachelor status.. and listen to all her positive talks..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-2820532824026215779?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/2820532824026215779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=2820532824026215779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/2820532824026215779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/2820532824026215779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2009/01/along-my-big-sister.html' title='Along my big sister'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-7035571285224841156</id><published>2008-10-31T10:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:35:45.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>virtual world is not safe anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i got this from msn website news..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woman jailed after 'killing' virtual husband &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 43-year-old player in a virtual game world became so angry about her sudden divorce from her online husband that she logged on with his password and killed his digital persona, police said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman, who has been jailed on suspicion of illegally accessing a computer and manipulating electronic data, used his ID and password to log onto the popular interactive game "Maple Story" to carry out the virtual murder in May, a police official in the northern city of Sapporo said Thursday. He spoke on condition of anonymity because of department policy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was suddenly divorced, without a word of warning. That made me so angry," the official quoted her as telling investigators and admitting the allegations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman, a piano teacher, had not plotted any revenge in the real world, the official said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has not yet been formally charged. If convicted, she could face up to five years in prison or a fine up to US$5,000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Players in "Maple Story" create and manipulate digital images called "avatars" that represent themselves, while engaging in relationships, social activities and fighting monsters and other obstacles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In virtual worlds, players often abandon their inhibitions, engaging in activity online that they would never do in the real world. For instance, sex with strangers is a common activity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman used login information she got from the 33-year-old office worker when their characters were happily married to kill the character. The man complained to police when he discovered that his online avatar was dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was arrested Wednesday and taken 620 miles (1,000 kilometers) from her home in southern Miyazaki to be detained in Sapporo, where the man lives, the official said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police official said he did not know if she was married in the real world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad online behavior is usually handled within the rules set up by online worlds, which can ban miscreants or take away their virtual possessions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent years, misbehavior in the virtual world has in some cases had consequences in reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August, a woman was charged in the U.S. state of Delaware with plotting the real-life abduction of a boyfriend she met through the virtual reality Web site "Second Life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tokyo, a 16-year-old boy was charged with stealing the ID and password from a fellow player of an online game in order to swindle virtual currency worth US$360,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if we kill people in the cyber world, we will be punished in the real world..such a relationship in between two totally different dimension of worlds!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837173670841333917-7035571285224841156?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/7035571285224841156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=7035571285224841156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/7035571285224841156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/7035571285224841156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2008/10/virtual-world-is-not-safe-anymore.html' title='virtual world is not safe anymore'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-1395665042014781589</id><published>2008-10-09T09:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:26:25.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIRACLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One day, I was browsing the net looking for nothing. it was more to kill the time, and by  that, i came across to an interesting poem by Walt Whitman. I don't know title, but the issue pointed in it is so simple and common to be noticed and archived in a poem by most people. Whitman did it!MIRACLE is everywhere, and we just don't see it, or regard it as a miracle. Well try to read it first:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why! who makes much of a miracle?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the water,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or stand under tress in the woods,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or talk by day with anyone I love - or sleepin the bed at night with any one I love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or sit at table at dinner with my mother,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a summer forenoon,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or animals feeding in the fields,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or birds-or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down-or stars shining so quiet and bright,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new moon in spring;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or whether I go among those I like best, and that like me best-mechanics, boatmen,farmers,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or among the savans-or to the soiree-or to the opera,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or stand a long while looking at the movemnets of machinery,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or behold children at their sports,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or the admirable sight of the perfect old man, or the perfect old woman,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or the sick in hospitals, or dead carried to burial,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or my own eyes and figure in the glass;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These with me the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The whole referring-yet each distinct, and in its place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To me, every hour of the light and dark is miracle,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every square yard of the surface of earth is spread with the same,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every foot of the interior swarms with the same;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every spear of grass-the frames, limbs, organs of men and women, and all that concerns them,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To me the sea is a continual miracle;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The fishes that swim-the rocks-the motion of the waves-the ships, with men in them,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What stranger miracles are there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;by Walt Whitman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what have been listed in Whitman's are just a tiny portion of the number of miracles in this universe, both seen and unseen. normally, people would exclaim miracle with wonder and disbelief only when they encountered with something that doesnt happen everyday. For &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;example, when a man gives birth to a child. or recovering so well after a fatal accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cherish the invisible miracles around us for a better life..! and you will love yourself more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know i will :)&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/2837173670841333917-1395665042014781589?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/1395665042014781589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=1395665042014781589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/1395665042014781589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/1395665042014781589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2008/10/miracles.html' title='MIRACLES'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837173670841333917.post-9206989991854249261</id><published>2008-10-08T16:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:55:31.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inside'/><title type='text'>daffodils</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/SO1hWzs2S6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/H03odVXAUJU/s1600-h/daffodils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/SO1hWzs2S6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/H03odVXAUJU/s320/daffodils.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254963384674569122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am an english language and literature graduate, who spent few years mingling with poems, short stories. &amp;amp; novels. Im not that passionate about literature.  Nevertheless, I found myself from the first time reading it till today, attached to it. A poem, 'Daffodils' (1804)  by Wordsworth caught my attention because it is about dancing daffodils, because the daffodils is yellow and because of the feeling - or- image conjured in my mind is so cheerful and happy and bright. upon reading it, I can fell my heart swaying and dancing together with it, making myself dreamy and light. making my world and everything around it less stressful. MY HEART FLUTTERS and DANCES along.. in Wordsworth words :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"DAFFODILS"(1804)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         That floats on high o'er vales and hills,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When at once i saw a crowd,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         A host, of golden daffodils;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continuous as the stars that shine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         And twinkle on the Milky Way,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They stretch'd in never-ending line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         Along the margin of a bay:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten thousand saw I at a glance,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The waves beside them danced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; but they&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;          Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A poet could not but be gay,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;          In such a jocund company:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gazed-and gazed-but little thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What wealth the show to me had brought:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For oft, when on my couch I lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;           In vacant or in pensive mood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They flash upon that inward eye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;            Which is the bliss of solitude:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then my heart with pleasure fills,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And dances with the daffodils.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By William Wordsworth (1770-1850)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* picture of was taken from http://www.flickr.com/photos/haribosphotos/2317748801/.&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/2837173670841333917-9206989991854249261?l=dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/feeds/9206989991854249261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837173670841333917&amp;postID=9206989991854249261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/9206989991854249261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837173670841333917/posts/default/9206989991854249261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaffodilys.blogspot.com/2008/10/daffodils.html' title='daffodils'/><author><name>Amatullah.Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06019411459991225666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNM2phnB3Ws/SO1hWzs2S6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/H03odVXAUJU/s72-c/daffodils.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
