<?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-16795099</id><updated>2011-10-24T02:49:31.621+08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Rambling'/><category term='Kenangan Memalukan'/><category term='Fight'/><category term='Personal-Tag'/><category term='puisi'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Special'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Petua'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='goal'/><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='Novel'/><category term='Merdeka Prelude'/><category term='Married Life'/><category term='Talk about Life'/><category term='Musing'/><category term='Career'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Kenangan'/><category term='Tensen'/><category term='public transport'/><category term='Menceceh'/><category term='Cerpen'/><title type='text'>Me, Myself and I</title><subtitle type='html'>Semuanya Pasal Aku, Baca lah Sampai Kamu Jemu!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16795099.post-1740463610571700756</id><published>2009-02-21T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:40:56.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale</title><content type='html'>Aku sudah tiada rasa untuk blogging di blog ini. Jadi blog ini akan direhatkan bagi satu jangkamasa yang aku tak boleh tentukan sehingga aku membuat keputusan samada untuk meneruskan blogging di blog ini atau tidak. Terima kasih di atas kunjungan dan sokongan kamu, kamu dan kamu yang setia mengunjungi blog ini walaupun jarang jarang sekali empunya blog mengemaskini blog ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mungkin akan blogging di blog lain di bawah nama yang lain. Tengoklah, kalau aku rajin. Akhir kata, maaf zahir dan batin kalau ada tersilap kata terkasar bahasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian. TAMAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-1740463610571700756?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/1740463610571700756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=1740463610571700756&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1740463610571700756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1740463610571700756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2009/02/finale.html' title='Finale'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16795099.post-8342376664341368729</id><published>2009-01-09T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:46:47.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Comeback!</title><content type='html'>Welcome 2009! It's been a week already and I am being onslaught by an affliction called extreme laziness syndrom! So much of my new year resolution of fulfilling my last year resolution which is to fulfil my previous years resolutions! Confused?! Sorry, but you have to figure it out yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several things to do but my so called 'affliction' weakens my body and mind and I am unable to do anything but to succumb to it. In order to fight this illness, I've slept through out my lunch hour, drank 2 cans of energy booster drinks and update this blog (errr...this update also is contributed by the fact that KPD has already threaten me for not updating my blog and I have to update before Akraffame, who is now dutifully and diligently spreading her knowledge to the Malaysian students in one of universities in South Malaysia, started to also threaten me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what is my approach to life in this 2009? I have decided that I no longer want to waste my time and energy over petty matters, I no longer want to dwell over failed friendship, I no longer want to worry over lack of money, I no longer want to complaint over stupid politicians...in short, I just want to enjoy life as it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-8342376664341368729?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/8342376664341368729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=8342376664341368729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/8342376664341368729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/8342376664341368729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2009/01/comeback.html' title='A Comeback!'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-5193867193362716226</id><published>2008-12-26T10:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:40:18.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siri Bicara dengan Hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aku: Apa yang kamu tahu tentang hidup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hati: Aku tahu hidup itu payah, tapi harus diteruskan. Hidup itu ada bahagia yang tak tersingkap, ada derita yang tak terucap, ada mimpi yang seindah fantasi, tapi realiti selalunya ngeri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aku: Kamu terlalu berfalsafah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hati: Mungkin. Aku senang begitu, kerana ia mampu memujuk aku, dan mampu menjadikan kamu lebih berfikir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aku: *Sinis*Iya? Aku rasa aku sudah terlalu sinikal dengan hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hati: Ah, kamu cuma tidak tahu mencari keindahan hidup. Dunia ini penuh dengan keindahan, kamu hanya perlu tahu mencarinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aku: Ah...kamu terlampau idealistik. Aku rasa semua keindahan hidup sudah diragut jembalang-jembalang yang bertopeng manusia. Keindahan hidup cuma boleh dirasai mereka yang punya kuasa dan harta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hati: Kamu terlalu negatif. Kamu rasa harta dan kuasa akan memelihara mereka sentiasa? Satu hari nanti mereka tentu jatuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aku: Bila? Sewaktu aku sudah menutupkan mata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hati: Aku tak mampu menjawab soalanmu. Tapi bukankah kita harus mewariskan sesuatu pada anak-anak kita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aku: Apa yang mampu kita wariskan? Derita? Air mata? Hipokrasi manusia yang bergelar politikus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hati: Kita wariskan dunia yang lebih baik, dunia yang lebih bertamadun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aku: *Sinis* Kau bercakap tentang tamadun, tapi apa yang aku nampak cuma kemodenan tanpa ketamadunan. Manusia hari ini lebih keji dari binatang. Lebih jahat dari Fira'un.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hati: Kamu terlalu berpersepsi negatif!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aku: Tidak. Aku cuma realistik. Kamu rasa dunia ini boleh dibersihkan, sedangkan itu sudah menjadi lumrah. Di mana-mana sahaja, si kecil sentiasa tertindas. Lihat sahaja kita, beritahu aku, berapa kali kamu tidak mendapat sesuatu yang memang kamu layak hanya kerana seseorang yang lebih berpengaruh, lebih berharta mahupun sesuatu yang sama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hati: *Diam*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aku: *Ketawa*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hati: Kamu sudah mempersoalkan qada' dan qadar. Kamu harus menerimanya dengan hati yang pasrah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aku: Tidak. Aku tidak mempersoalkan qada' dan qadar. Tapi aku mempersoalkan kebohongan manusia, kekejian manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hati: Kamu tahu bukan apa yang terjadi itu adalah ketentuanNya, ada hikmah disebaliknya. Kamu harus redha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aku: Itulah silap kamu. Sikit-sikit redha, sikit-sikit pasrah, sikit-sikit takdir. Kamu tahu bukan Islam tidak pernah menyuruh kamu menyerah segalanya pada takdir. Malah Islam juga menyatakan kita boleh mengubah takdir sekiranya kamu berusaha dan berdoa padaNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hati: *Sinis* Dan kamu, ada kamu berusaha? Ada kamu berdoa padaNya? Ada kamu patuh padaNya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aku: *Diam*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hati: Kamu bercakap tentang realiti, tentang idealistik dan hipokrasi. Tapi realitinya kamu adalah manusia yang hanya bermimpi kan sebuah idealism. Kamu adalah manusia yang hipokrit pada diri sendiri dan penciptaNya. Tak perlu melaungkan ketidak adilan kalau kamu sendiri tidak mengerti apa itu keadilan. Kamu manusia yang hanya tahu berpaksikan ideologi tapi tidak tahu mempraktikkannya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aku: Kamu menuduh aku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hati: Tidak. Aku tidak menuduh, aku hanya menyatakan kebenaran! Kamu harus belajar untuk adil pada diri sendiri dahulu, barulah kamu boleh berbicara tentang ketidakadilan hidup terhadap kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aku: *Lemah* Aku cuma mahukan ketenangan, aku mahu hidup yang indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hati: Seperti yang aku katakan, jangan mengharap semuanya datang kepada kamu, semuanya mudah terbentang di depan mata, carilah sendiri ketenangan itu, keindahan itu dan kau akan tahu betapa adilnya hidup ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-5193867193362716226?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/5193867193362716226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=5193867193362716226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5193867193362716226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5193867193362716226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/12/siri-bicara-dengan-hati.html' title='Siri Bicara dengan Hati'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-2096109367585826537</id><published>2008-12-19T10:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:48:54.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story...</title><content type='html'>Around 7 pm last Monday I received SMS from my brother, informing me that my cousin has passed away. It comes as a great shock to me, as my cousin is only 20 years old and he was healthy. Apparently, according to his parents, he had an on-off fever for almost 2 weeks already and he had gone to clinics and hospital. Those stupid doctors told him there's nothing wrong with him and his fever is stress related because he was having his final exam at that time. They ignored the fact that he was complaining of joints and muscles pain and his fever had been more than a week. In fact they accused the mom as 'memandai-mandai' when the mom asked for a blood test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time the parents brought him to the emergency section at the hospital, it took the stupid doctors and nurses 3 hours to attend to him, regardless the fact that this boy was so pale and cannot move. They only attended to him when the mom called her friend who worked as a nurse at the same hospital. Only then they attended to him. And when the doctor check his blood pressure, it was about 140/49, and still they didn't admit him and just gave him some medications and asked him to go back. When the parents asked what was wrong with him, the stupid asshole who called himself a doctor said that it is stress related. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time the parents brought him to the hospital (on the day he died), the same thing happened, they have to wait for 2 hours despite the fact that my cousin's body has turned bluish and red spots had already appeared on his body. Only then they admitted him and did a blood test, which was way too late already. When my cousin cried in pain and keep moaning, they scolded him and accused him of being 'manja'. They also restrained him and tied his hands and legs, with an excuse that they have to do that since he struggled when they tried to insert a microscopic camera into his body. Asshole! What did they expect?! The boy was already miserable with painful joints and high fever, and they just want him to lay still while the abused his body?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he died, blood already came out from his pores. But, the saddest part is, the hospital didn't want to admit their fault and declared his death as caused by lung failure, when everybody who saw his body knew that it was dengue. Even those with medical background also said it was dengue but the hospital chose to cover it up, fearing action because of their negligence and malpractice. I told my uncle to take action against the hospital but my action doesn't want to because he said what's done is done, it cannot bring his son back. But then, if we don't bring it up, they will do it to other people also, other people's son, daughter, husband, father, mother, wife. I told him it's ok if he doesn't want to take legal action, but please do something, at least send a complaint letter to the ministry. He just nodded his head and walked away. He is still mourning the sudden death of his son, I cannot blame him. Perhaps later I'll send a complaint letter. But if I disclose that it is dengue, most probably they want to do post mortem and want to excavate the body, it will open up again my aunt and uncle's wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's shattering to lose somebody so suddenly. And the fact that the last I saw him was last year, during Raya Puasa. He was chirpy, funny and happy go lucky like always. This year, I didn't managed to see him, I only went back to Kelantan during Raya Haji and he didn't come to my house then. And I didn't stopped by at their house when in fact, I have to pass through Kuala Krai to reach KB. I take for granted to visit them, telling myself that I'll see them at my granny's house. It sadden me to know that I missed the opportunity to get to know my late cousin better, and now he no longer there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, three people that I know died at young age. My classmate died of accident at the tender age of 18, my best friend's brother died because of accident at the age of 21 and I was the one who identified his body and now my cousin died at the age of 20. These deaths teach me that life is too precious to waste. We never know when death will visit us next. They teach me that love should be spoken and shown or else you will miss the chance to tell those whom matters to you that you love them. It teach me that it never too late or to shameful to say that I'm sorry, to admit my mistakes and salvage a broken relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll have the chance to do all that, to tell you, you and you that I love you, I care for you, I always remember you and that I'm sorry. Sorry for not always being there for you, sorry for not always keeping in touch, sorry for not calling you enough, sorry for not spending my time with you, sorry for my occasional emotional outburst, sorry for my irritations at you, sorry for whatever differences that drew us apart and sorry for not loving you enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-2096109367585826537?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/2096109367585826537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=2096109367585826537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2096109367585826537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2096109367585826537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/12/story.html' title='A Story...'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-1139482032479774058</id><published>2008-11-24T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:21:22.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irama dan Lagu</title><content type='html'>Keluarga aku ni sebetulnya boleh dikatakan keluarga seni la jugak. Adik-adik lelaki aku semuanya berkebolehan bermain alat muzik seperti gitar dan drum dengan baik. Cuma yang pompuan jer macam hampeh, cuma reti main rekorder ngan clarinet jer. Bapak aku boleh bermain gitar dan keyboard, mak aku pulak, masa zaman sekolah dia selalu involve in theatre and traditional dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam adik aku yang no. 4 buat showcase untuk final assignment dia. Adik aku ambik course muzik kat UiTM, specialising in modern guitar. So yesterday marks the end of his journey in getting his first tertiary education certificate, after travelling to 4 different higher learning institutes. Seriously, aku lega selega-leganya bila adik aku yang sorang ni at last berjaya jugak habiskan diploma dia. Dah 3 kali lari dari universiti, at last dia habiskan jugak diploma dia dalam bidang yang dia paling minat i.e. music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, aku sebetulnya lagi prefer kalau dia pilih lagu yang boleh show off his ability in 'guitar shredding' dan fast pace macam lagu Enter Sandman, Feels Like Teen Spirits, Hotel California, Into the Night, Pawana, Isi dan Kulit, Bernafas dalam Lumpur etc but instead he chose to play lagu-lagu yang medium pace dan lebih kepada "jazzy/bluesy" feel like Summer Time. Untuk final number pulak he chose Langgam Pak Dogol by M. Nasir, which I think doesn't really show off his talent in guitar strumming due to the involvement of too many instruments in this number. Well, I'm not really an expert in guitar strumming and when i asked him why he chose such numbers he said he wanted to put more colours in his performance by diversifying the technique in guitar strumming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fastfreeupload.com/download.php?file=363Honey"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5cfac9c2a39f7138" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5cfac9c2a39f7138%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330407022%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D223700A52268DAEE947C9578AD6AC4B9534EDA.7A5D1393AEB8054CF4C5C9AA7036B8C9CC8E8696%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5cfac9c2a39f7138%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgepLTpbdsED2-Tsdv6l2ZJaoUj0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5cfac9c2a39f7138%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330407022%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D223700A52268DAEE947C9578AD6AC4B9534EDA.7A5D1393AEB8054CF4C5C9AA7036B8C9CC8E8696%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5cfac9c2a39f7138%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgepLTpbdsED2-Tsdv6l2ZJaoUj0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6917ee519f97aac0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6917ee519f97aac0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330407022%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D766F312FB7688C85DA37CAEC61CDCC3F1C957CF0.4DD0BC2ADF260D3E879D4B65E8E6624FE5B7596C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6917ee519f97aac0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG5WW2Rjcg9ohFnThMC-9PNXBgow&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6917ee519f97aac0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330407022%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D766F312FB7688C85DA37CAEC61CDCC3F1C957CF0.4DD0BC2ADF260D3E879D4B65E8E6624FE5B7596C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6917ee519f97aac0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG5WW2Rjcg9ohFnThMC-9PNXBgow&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know about guitar, perhaps you can give me 101 lesson on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week pulak, adik aku yang no 6 datang KL untuk sign his recording contract. Aku dah pening, apasal semua sibuk nak jadi artis ni! Ingat boleh 'hidup' ke dengan jadi artis, kalau tak kena cara silap-silap aku yang kena menanggung! Belajar di buat main-main, sibuk dengan gig laa, show laa, last-last fail exam and kena tendang dari universiti. Sekarang sibuk nak jadi artis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to him his band need to sign the contract fast since their song has already been aired at Era. Aku tak puas hati sebab dia tak bawak balik dulu contract tu untuk aku review before dia sign. Pastu dia cakap pasal nak sign contract tu one day before dia pergi sign, so aku tak sempat nak apply cuti untuk accompany him to the record company. Aku taknak dia kena tipu. Remember Polygram Records vs The Search ? That case was one of my case study for restraint of trade and undue influence during my university day. Most of recording companies exercise undue influence by manipulating the artists eagerness to become recording artists, and it worries me because most of the recording contracts are standard contracts which give unfair advantage to the recording companies. As usual, me being the pernickety lawyer in the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this is my brother's song composed and written by him and his friend. Your opinion regarding this song is very much welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra by Honey Clovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid='clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000' codebase='http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0' width='480' height='370' title='flash'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.driveway.com/driveway/driveway_widget_account.swf?user=m8e1k5z9u8' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name='quality' value='high' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name='AllowScriptAccess' value='always' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;embed src='http://www.driveway.com/driveway/driveway_widget_account.swf?user=m8e1k5z9u8' quality='high' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='480' height='370' allowFullScreen='true' AllowScriptAccess='always'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-1139482032479774058?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5cfac9c2a39f7138&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6917ee519f97aac0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/1139482032479774058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=1139482032479774058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1139482032479774058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1139482032479774058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/11/irama-dan-lagu.html' title='Irama dan Lagu'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-6911193368790089455</id><published>2008-11-20T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:29:07.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bila Hati Berbicara</title><content type='html'>Aku sebetulnya dah hilang punca atas dasar apa aku start blogging dulu. Makin lama aku perasan aku makin malas nak update. Bukannya tak ada benda yang nak aku utarakan dan bukan juga tak ada masa, kadang-kadang jer tak ada masa...tapi entahlah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin juga kerana aku bukanlah seseorang yang jenis mencatatkan segala apa yang dilakukan atau apa jua yang terjadi dalam hidup. Dari zaman sekolah lagi aku bukanlah orang yang sebegitu. Aku pernah cuba menulis diari dulu tapi aku stop bila dapat tahu mak dengan kakak aku baca diari aku. Mungkin kerana itulah aku resort kepada penulisan puisi. Kerana penulisan puisi lebih abstrak bentuknya dan aku dapat meluahkan apa yang aku ingin luahkan tapi dalam cara yang subtle. Sebab kadang-kadang ada benda yang ingin kita luahkan itu bakal menyakitkan orang lain atau juga mungkin memalukan diri sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa aku nak berehat atau mungkin bersara dari dunia blogging ni. Tapi macam sayang la pulak dengan blog ni. Walaupun entry aku tak banyak dan pengunjung pun tak banyak, tapi aku hargai setiap pengunjung yang datang. Aku kadang-kadang suka baca kembali apa yang aku tulis, dan aku perasan penulisan aku banyak dipengaruhi emosi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam sekarang, emosi aku adalah malas. Maka terjadilah entry malas ini...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-6911193368790089455?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/6911193368790089455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=6911193368790089455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/6911193368790089455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/6911193368790089455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/11/bila-hati-berbicara.html' title='Bila Hati Berbicara'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-1436226668197720010</id><published>2008-11-19T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:56:19.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry takder Sivik</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Kalau ada sumur di ladang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boleh saya menumpang mandi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kalau ada umur yang panjang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boleh kita berjumpa lagi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah...aku nak wat kerja sekarang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-1436226668197720010?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/1436226668197720010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=1436226668197720010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1436226668197720010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1436226668197720010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/11/entry-takder-sivik.html' title='Entry takder Sivik'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-4854170194820139509</id><published>2008-11-12T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:27:02.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalau Kamu Keliru, Jangan Salahkan Aku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aku adalah anak Kelantan jati. Lahir kat kelantan, membesar di Kelantan dan bersekolah di Kelantan. Tak pernah pindah mana-mana kecuali Kelantan jua lah hendaknya. So, bila aku dapat tawaran masuk matrikulasi di KL, aku jadi teruja campur takut. Aku ni bukannya pernah duduk asrama pon, kalau setakat camping sehari dua tu biasalah. Tapi aku kan macho, belasah jer la. Tapi, masa mak bapak aku nak balik kampung lepas hantar aku ke matrikulasi, macho-macho pon menitik jugak lah airmata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kat matrikulasi aku ditempatkan satu bilik dengan budak dari Kedah dan Sarawak. Dalam rumah aku tu students nya dari macam-macam negeri, Kelantan, Melaka, Kedah, Sabah, Sarawak, Johor dan juga KL. Maka bermulalah episod-episod kekeliruan dan kecelaruan bahasa kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Episod 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kami pakat-pakat masak dan makan beramai-ramai. Biasalah, bila tinggal di kolej ni masing-masing jadi kreatif. Aku masak puding roti dalam rice cooker. Tapi terlupa nak monitor membuatkan puding itu berkerak dan agak sukar dibersihkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aku:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ko ada dawai penyental tak? Aku nak sental&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pantat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;rice cooker ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Budak Kedah:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Woiii!!! Apahal ko mencarut ni? Kalau yer pon ko sakit hati dengan rice cooker tu, jangan la mencarut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Aku:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Episod 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lif kolej kami rosak. Kami semua terpaksa memanjat tangga ke tingkat 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Budak Kedah:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hampeh betul lif ni. Asyik rosak jer. Penat aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;kerabat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tangga ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Aku:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Apahal pulak ko nak peluk tangga tu? Tak paham aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Budak Kedah:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Episod 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Kami menghadiahkan soft toy itik sempena birthday budak Sarawak. Minah tu memang happy. Tetapi kemudian dia perasan yang soft toy itu terkoyak di bahagian bontot itik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Budak Sarawak:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alamak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Burit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ik ni terkoyak la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Aku n Budak Kedah:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Woiiii!!! Jgn la mencarut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Budak Sarawak:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Episod 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Aku menjadi committee sempena minggu orientasi pelajar baru. Malam sebelum majlis orientasi, unit aku mengadakan mesyuarat terakhir. Head committee kami adalah pelajar dari Kedah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Head-comm:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok, besok merupakan hari orientasi. Jadi kita kena pastikan semuanya berjalan lncar, gimmick yang kita rancangkan semuanya menjadi. Jadi kita kena buat dry run. Malam ini merupakan last&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kopek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;untuk kita buat semua tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Budak-budak Kelantan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; **gelak ramai-ramai***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Head-comm:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Banyak lagi la insiden-insiden kekeliruan bahasa yang terjadi dalam kehidupan aku sehari-hari ni. Yang penting, lain tempat lain budaya dan bahasanya. Jadi, kalau lah korang rasa aku ada mencarut ke memaki ke kat blog ni, jangan terasa hati, mungkin itu bukan carutan atau makian tapi sebaliknya pujian. (Hehehehe). Kitakan masyarakat majmuk yang mempunyai bahasa yang pelbagai!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-4854170194820139509?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/4854170194820139509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=4854170194820139509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4854170194820139509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4854170194820139509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/11/kalau-kamu-keliru-jangan-salahkan-aku.html' title='Kalau Kamu Keliru, Jangan Salahkan Aku'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-1475828794345874015</id><published>2008-11-07T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:39:08.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>Aku tidak boleh fokus. Aku rasa sunyi. Aku rasa seperti aku bersendiri di dunia ini. Aku rasa kecil. Aku rasa seperti ingin menginjak-injak diri sendiri biar hancur lumat....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-1475828794345874015?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/1475828794345874015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=1475828794345874015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1475828794345874015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1475828794345874015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/11/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-6776606816379871683</id><published>2008-11-03T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:47:09.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Belum Mampu Berlari</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resah...&lt;br /&gt;Gelisah...&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya aku belum mampu berlari&lt;br /&gt;meredah belantara hidup ini&lt;br /&gt;Aku masih bertatih di alam mimpi&lt;br /&gt;Masih terkial mencari tapak sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risau...&lt;br /&gt;Galau...&lt;br /&gt;Hidupku...&lt;br /&gt;Mimpiku...&lt;br /&gt;masih belum bersatu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-6776606816379871683?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/6776606816379871683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=6776606816379871683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/6776606816379871683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/6776606816379871683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/11/aku-belum-mampu-berlari.html' title='Aku Belum Mampu Berlari'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-950131818938616530</id><published>2008-10-31T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:17:10.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mampukah Ku Ulang Saat Itu?</title><content type='html'>Aku rasa hidup aku sekarang ni memang membosankan. Tiada apa yang menarik. Semuanya mengenai rutin. Bangun pagi gosok gigi basuh muka dan mandi, pastu siap pegi kerja, bila sampai tempat kerja buat kerja, pastu balik, pastu tgk tv jap, pastu tido. Begitulah rutin setiap hari. Weekends pulak kemas2 rumah, masak, main games, tgk tv. Amat membosankan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, aku rindu hari-hari ku dulu. Waktu aku bebas melakukan apa yang ku mahu. Mahu ke perkhemahan, pergi saja tanpa ada yang menghalang. Mahu cycling sekitar kampung, kayuh saja dan redah saja. Mahu ke pantai berbecue, pergi saja dan bakar sahaja ayam itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rindu saat-saat manis dulu bersama teman-temanku. Accident dengan lembu sehingga habis seluruh badan diselaputi tahi lembu atau berjalan sekitar Masjid India tanpa sedar baju koyak sehingga menampakkan bra atau pun dikejar hantu di sungai yang sudah jadi paya(sungguh aku ingat kami mmg kena kejar time tu) atau meredah paya dan tidur di kawasan perkuburan sewaktu perkhemahan, saat saat itu merupakan the highlight of my life. Rindunya akuuu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang? Hmmmmm...highlightnyer cuma time berusaha buat anak saja!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-950131818938616530?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/950131818938616530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=950131818938616530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/950131818938616530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/950131818938616530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/10/mampukah-ku-ulang-saat-itu.html' title='Mampukah Ku Ulang Saat Itu?'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-4865949999799414892</id><published>2008-10-30T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:50:27.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatkala Jaga Membunuh Lelapku</title><content type='html'>Tolonglah aku, bantulah aku, aku mengalami penyakit malas yang kronik!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-4865949999799414892?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/4865949999799414892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Menghilang di Balik Purnama</title><content type='html'>Aku tak tahu nak tulis apa tapi sebab semalam Brad Pitt dah call aku tanya naper tak update blog so ari ni aku update jer laa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-6587766199524009105?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/6587766199524009105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=6587766199524009105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/6587766199524009105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/6587766199524009105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/10/apabila-malam-melebarkan-sayap-dan.html' title='Apabila Malam Melebarkan Sayap dan Siang Menghilang di Balik Purnama'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-5353248250704486318</id><published>2008-10-24T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:25:06.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catatan</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku percaya, sesungguhnya Allah itu Maha Berkuasa, &lt;br /&gt;Aku percaya, sesungguhnya Allah itu Maha Pencipta,&lt;br /&gt;Aku percaya, sesungguhnya Allah itu Maha Mengetahui,&lt;br /&gt;Aku percaya, sesungguhnya Allah itu Maha Mendengar,&lt;br /&gt;Aku percaya, sesungguhnya Allah itu Maha Memiliki,&lt;br /&gt;Aku percaya, sesungguhnya Allah itu Pemberi Rezeki,&lt;br /&gt;Aku percaya, sesungguhnya Allah itu memiliki yang di langit dan di bumi,&lt;br /&gt;Aku percaya, sesungguhnya Allah hanya menduga hati&lt;br /&gt;Aku percaya,&lt;br /&gt;sesungguhnya percaya &lt;br /&gt;bahawa Allah hanya menguji insan yang layak diuji&lt;br /&gt;bahawa ujian itu satu kifarah dosa lampau&lt;br /&gt;...bersabarlah hati&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-5353248250704486318?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/5353248250704486318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=5353248250704486318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5353248250704486318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5353248250704486318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/10/catatan_24.html' title='Catatan'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-1990964062263006597</id><published>2008-10-22T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:14:36.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenapa Saya Tidak Update Blog Saya</title><content type='html'>Malam itu aku balik lambat dari ofis. Setibanya di rumah aku lihat suami aku sedang asyik menonton tv. Setelah meletakkan beg, bukak tudung, basuh muka, aku pun join suami aku menonton tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba suami aku cakap dia nak minum teh. Aku pun cakap "saya pun terasa nak minum jugak, buatlah satu untuk saya" sambil mata masih lagi tertancap di kaca tv. Husband aku tarik muka masam, bangun dan berlalu ke dapur. Hilang saja kelibat suami aku, aku sengih. "Sorry bang, isteri abang ni memang malas. Tak aci la saya jer yang kena buat air untuk awak, sekali sekala awak buatlah air untuk saya juga" kataku dalam hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan muka yang masam suami aku hulurkan secawan teh yang masih berwap nipis. Aku senyum menggoda, tangan aku membelai-belai tubuhnya yang tidak berbaju itu. Aku urut-urut lembut bahunya. Picit-picit kepalanya dan dia kembali tersenyum. Kemudian aku pun meminum teh tersebut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Selingan: Korang ingat aku nak cerita apa? hehehehe...takder maknenyerrr, citer citer dalam kain adalah for me to know and for you guys not to find out. hahhahhaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam menunjukkan pukul 10.30 malam. Suami aku bersiap-siap untuk ke tempat kerja. Ikutkan hati memang aku nak bom jer tempat kerja dia tu, nama jer in the management team tapi kena kerja malam, apa kes!!! Dengan muka yang muncung kerana terpaksa tidur seorang diri buat kesian kalinya, aku cium tangan dia dan meraba-raba apa yang perlu (raba poket la, korang ingat aku raba apa?!), aku melepaskan dia pergi ke tempat kerja dengan lambaian sayu. Mana best peluk bantal peluk weiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memandangkan aku belum mengantuk, aku sambung menonton tv. Jam menunjukkan pukul 12 tengah malam. Aku masih lagi belum mengantuk. Jadi aku pun sambung aktiviti menonton DVD pulak. Aku pasang DVD citer hantu Thailand yang aku beli masa karnival jualan CD yang dianjurkan oleh ofis aku. Untuk menambahkan thrill aku matikan lampu dan menonton DVD tersebut di dalam gelap. Tiba-tiba terdengar bunyi anjing menyalak sayu dari rumah jiran berketurunan cina di depan rumah aku. Bunyi laungan anjing yang sayu dan panjang itu berjaya memberikan feel seriau pada aku, di sambut pula bunyi ngiauan kucing yang kedengaran seperti bunyi bayi menangis. Aku teringat cerita orang-orang tua di kampung yang berkata kalau ada bunyi seperti bayi menangis di luar rumah, biasanya hantu bajang sedang mengelilingi rumah. Aku cuba membayangkan rupa bentuk hantu bajang yang kononnya bulat seperti buah kundur itu tapi yang mampu aku bayangkan hanyalah tembikai yang masak ranum yang bergolek, menanti untuk dimakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk menghilangkan rasa seriau aku, aku ke dapur untuk membuat air dan mencari junk food untuk dimakan. Sedang aku asyik membancuh air, aku seakan terdengar bunyi dari dalam bilik komputer yang terletak berhampiran dengan dapur. Aku biarkan saja kerana menyangkakan itu hanyalah perasaan aku. Tetapi aku terdengar lagi bunyi seperti orang mencari sesuatu di dalam bilik tersebut. Perlahan-lahan aku menjenguk, tetapi tiada apa-apa pun. Aku kembali membancuh air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi aku terdengar bunyi bising di dalam bilik tersebut. Kali ini lebih kuat. Aku cepat-cepat berlari ke arah bilik tersebut. Aku menjangkakan tikus sedang bermaharajalela memandangkan rumah aku suatu ketika memang menjadi istana mereka. Setibanya aku di depan pintu bilik, aku terpempan, badanku menggeletar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku melihat seekor makhluk jelek, bertelinga capang dan runcing, berlidah seperti cicak dan bertubuh separa harimau membelakangkan aku dan sedang memegang monitor. Akibat terkejut aku terlanggar pintu, menyedari kehadiran aku, makhluk itu berpaling. Aku dapat melihat separuh dari keyboard dan CPU aku sudah berkecai menjadi kepingan-kepingan besi, separuh daripada monitor aku juga sudah hilang. Gigi makhluk itu yang runcing memamah dan mengunyah-ngunyah kaca monitor. Matanya yang merah menyala merenung aku tajam. Wajahnya menggerutu, lidahnya yang panjang dijelirkan, cuba membelit tubuhku. Aku menjerit sekuat-kuat hati, kerana terlalu takut, pandanganku kelam, tubuhku menjadi lembik....aku tidak tahu apa yang terjadi dan jatuh pengsan. Aku hanya terjaga pagi esoknya akibat deringan alarm telefonku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian sahaja karangan saya buat kali ini yang bertajuk kenapa saya tidak update blog saya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I swear! I can't update my blog because an evil creature ate my computer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-1990964062263006597?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/1990964062263006597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=1990964062263006597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1990964062263006597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1990964062263006597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/10/kenapa-saya-tidak-update-blog-saya.html' title='Kenapa Saya Tidak Update Blog Saya'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-2246228282666555840</id><published>2008-10-14T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:06:27.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catatan</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dear Blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aku rasa aku terlalu banyak merungut. Aku ingin belajar bersyukur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awal tahun lepas aku sengkek gila. Aku berenti kerja tanpa cari kerja lain sebab aku terlampau stress kat firm lama aku. Aku bimbang, mampukah aku survive. Alhamdulillah, aku dapat banyak offer untuk buat survey, translation ngan consultancy work. Walaupun tak mewah at least aku survive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duit simpanan dah susut, aku masih belum dapat kerja. Duit deposit rumah pon aku dah gunakan sebab aku ingat nak pindah. Kemudian tak jadi pindah pulak. Laki aku dah start complaint sebab aku mengadap komputer hari-hari, pastu keluar jual kain ngan tudung, namanya jer tak kerja tapi rumah masih bersepah. Aku serabut, hampir-hampir breakdown. Alhamdulillah, tiba-tiba dapat 2 offer kerja sekaligus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kancil aku tertunggak 3 bulan tahun lepas. Hampir-hampir kena tarik. Aku risau, kalau kena tarik mesti kena blacklist, mesti susah hidup. Masa tu pun belum lagi ambik Avanza. Kad kredit pun hampir max. Alhamdulillah, tiba-tiba dapat bayaran translation 5000 lebih. Blh settle ansuran kancil ngan bayar kad kredit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bulan 8 road tax kancil mati. Road tax campur insurans dekat 400. Bulan 9 road tax Avanza mati, road tax campur insurans dlm 1600. Bulan 10 raya. Aduh pening. Tapi Alhamdulillah, bayar road tax kancil dapat duit rebate 675, blh top up bayar road tax Avanza, bayar Avanza dapat rebat 675, blh buat belanja raya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raya hari tu abah kesempitan duit, adik-adik tidak ada baju raya. Aku bimbang kalau aku bagi duit untuk diorang aku akan kesempitan duit selepas raya. Tapi aku tawakkal, tak sampai hati pula bila adik2 takder baju raya. Masukkan 700 untuk diorang berempat dan mak untuk persiapan raya, belikan kuih raya untuk kampung, belikan baju raya dan perfume untuk abah, belikan handbag untuk mak, baju untuk hubby dan ayah mertua, habis dekat dua ribu. Terasa wallet ringan jer. Tapi Alhamdulillah, seminggu sebelum raya dapat duit claim insurans 500 lebih, blh buat belanja balik kg.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Lepas raya duit dah tinggal sikit. Nak kena bayar bil-bil, insurans, pinjaman, sewa rumah, minyak keter, makan. Hati terdetik, cukup ke tidak ni? Fikiran runsing. Alhamdulillah, seminggu lepas raya dapat duit bayaran utk questionnaire yang aku buat, 300 lebih, blh buat bayar bil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dah bayar semua bil duit tinggal ciput untuk hujung bulan. Adik lelaki aku yang kat UITM call mintak duit untuk bayar sewa rumah, adik lelaki aku yang kelima datang KL ada interview, abah takder duit, bagi RM50 je untuk dia belanja. Aku kena bagi duit belanja seminggu dia kat KL. Adik lelaki aku yang no 3 yang baru kerja nak pinjam duit sebab duit gaji dia dah kering. Aduiii, aku nak kena heart attack. Alhamdulillah, HR call ckp claim insurans aku yang second dah approve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Semalam aku kena sound dengan boss sebab accept invitation for full launch without telling her. Salah aku sebab buat presumption dia dah tahu. Alhamdulillah dia tegur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Semalam dapat call dari bank cakap kereta tertunggak sebulan. Aku terkejut, setahu aku aku tak pernah tak bayar. Call husband, dia pon cakap dia tak pernah miss bayar. Mengikut statement, aku tidak membuat bayaran bulan Mei. Cari-cari slip bayaran, tak jumpa pula slip bulan May. Kenapalah sekarang baru diorang nak inform, kenapa tak call bulan Jun, senang sikit nak semak. Tapi tak apalah, Alhamdulillah sebab hanya sebulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hari ni buat kira-kira sket, found out ada few invoices client aku blm bayar. Alhamdulillah...ada duit spare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hmmmm...banyak rupanya nikmat yang Allah kasi kat aku, cuma aku yang tak pernah ambik masa untuk meneliti. Ya Allah, ampunkan hambaMu ini yang lalai memanjatkan kesyukuran kepadaMu. Alhamdulillah ya Allah.&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/16795099-2246228282666555840?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/2246228282666555840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=2246228282666555840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2246228282666555840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2246228282666555840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/10/catatan.html' title='Catatan'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-420629937765939909</id><published>2008-10-13T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:00:41.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARghhhhhh</title><content type='html'>Aku stressss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-420629937765939909?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/420629937765939909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=420629937765939909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/420629937765939909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/420629937765939909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/10/arghhhhhh.html' title='ARghhhhhh'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-2109409228804327698</id><published>2008-10-08T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:31:42.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filem-filem Hantu Melayu dari Kacamata Aku</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tadi pi berziarah ke blog Yoshz, dia bercerita pasal filem. Antara filem yang disebutnya ialah Cermin dan Jangan Pandang Belakang. Memandangkan aku ni peminat no. 1 filem horror, aku nak bercerita tentang filem2 horror Melayu yang aku pernah tonton. (Actually entry ni entry recycle jer...sebab aku takder masa nak pikir entry baru. hehehehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sekarang aku nak bercerita mengenai betapa lawaknya citer hantu di Malaysia kebelakangan ni. Nampak sangat scriptwriter/director/producer tak buat research. For instance, citer Jangan Pandang Belakang, aku confuse betul, kalau tak silap aku saka yg dok kacau Dharma tu hantu raya, tapi naper lak hantu dier cam langsuir ngan rambut panjang semua? Pastu hantu dier blh merangkak cam hantu Jepun dalam Ju On lak. So kesimpulan aku ialah, sebetulnya produksi tu nak promotekan syampu all-in-1 sekalik plus nak promotekan zoo negara sempena Tahun Melawat Malaysia. Sebab tu laa hantu dier berambut panjang and dok melambai-lambai tangan cam orang utan kat zoo. Bagus...bagus...aku suka.. aku suka (sambil melompat-lompat tepuk tangan). Inilah yang kita mahu, produser yang menyokong hasrat kerajaan utk meningkatkan industri pelancongan negara. Produser camni la yang kita mahu, sambil menyelam minum air, sambil wat filem promotekan zoo negara sekalik. Sungguh bersemangat patriotik ini produser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Second film yang jadi topik perbincangan ialah Puaka Tebing Biru. Somebody mentioned pasal betapa kasih dan chentanyerr watak Fahrin dalam citer tu (aku tak ingat watak dia sebagai apa) sehinggakan sanggup simpan rangka si Umie Aida untuk dipeluk cium sepanjang masa. Aku heran laa...sbb bagi aku itu bukan cinta sejati tetapi nafsu pervert. Ya lahhh, hanya pervert jer yang bernafsu pada mayat atau tengkorak! So kesimpulan aku citer tu ialah mengenai kisah cinta seorang pervert yang bernafsu pada rangka tengkorak manusia. Tetapi memandangkan takut tak lepas Censorship Board, so diorang wat la konon-kononnya kisah cinta plus seram. Ya lah kan, kalau direct wat citer pasal pervert yang bernafsu pada mayat/rangka, karangkan kena ban la pulak n mengamuk la plak masyarakat malaysia kerana menonjolkan ciri-ciri 'kepervertan' di tahap maksima. Karang tak lepas masuk panggung Malaysia cam citer Brokeback Mountain tu siapa yang susah? Mereka dan keluarga mereka jugak yang susah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Pastu kan aku heran naper hantu tu (watak Umie Aida) begitu multi tasking sekalik. Yerlaa...jadi hantu langsuir a.k.a cik ponti (kalau ikut history susur galur hantu-hantu kat Malaysia ni, pompuan mati beranak normally akan menjelma jadi langsuir) pon blh, jadi toyol/pelesit pon blh (check scene hantu tu hisap ibu jari Fahrin). Hello...tak pi wat research kat pameran hantu kat Muzium Negara/ Muzium Shah Alam ka? Alaaa...pameran yang havoc satu Malaysia tu yg kononnya berbondong-bondong orang pergi...begitulah cik puan dan tuan-tuan ya...lihatlah betapa 'lapar dahaganya' orang-orang Malaysia ni dengan hantu, pantang wat pameran hantu sure penuh. Walaupun in real fact pameran tu bukan pasal hantu tapi pasal orang naik hantu sebab nampak duit asyik masyukkk jerr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Wat la research sket wahai abang-abang dan kakak-kakak scriptwriter/director/producer oiii. Yang hisap ibu jari tu pelesit/toyol sbb itu adalah peliharaan, so mak atau bapak toyol tu kena kasi hantu pelesit atau toyol tu minum darah diorang nak mengelakkan those hantu naik syeikh and pi 'kekoh' the owners tu! Aku rasa la kan, citer Puaka Tebing Biru ni actually nak promote productivity ngan wat multitasking ni. Elokla tu n aku suggest jabatan-jabatan kerajaan kena kerah anak-anak buah diorang tengok citer ni n belajar multitasking, baru la takder kol 10 aku call officer pi sarapan, kol 11 pi minum pagi kol 12 pi lunch, kol 2 semayang, kol 3 pi minum petang n kol 4 balik!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Citer Cermin lagi la aku tak paham. Apasal la ilmu hitam (ilmu pengasih) yang Mastura kenakan kat Hassan tu tak menjadi. Aku rasa la kan, si Mastura tu pi jumpa bomoh tipu alam ala-ala citer Do Re Mi tu. Kalau tak takkan la si Hassan tu tak sayang-sayang gak kat dier. Bomoh tu mesti tak ajar Mastura tu ilmu nak buat nasi kangkang, kalau tak sure si Hassan sayang dier. Yang si Hassan tu pon satu, boleh tuduh Mastura mandul padahal 2 tahun dia tak sentuh Mastura. Ni mesti kes cikgu sains mengajar kat depan dia dok lastik katak kat belakang. Apa dia ingat nak wat anak tu cukup si Mastura tido ternganga kuar air liur basi pastu budak tu terjun lompat masuk mulut Mastura terus pompuan tu mengandung?! Apa punyer 'turrr' la! Kalau yer pon nak wat jalan citer si Mastura ni mandul sbb tu laki dia kawin lain, pi la bukak balik buku sains ko yang lama-lama, tak pon bukak buku Alam dan Manusia darjah 5 tu (rasanya dah takder kot mata pelajaran ni skrg, budak skolah rendah pon dah belajar matapelajaran sains skrg). Or maybe ada something wrong ngan sistem pendidikan di Malaysia sampaikan script writer tak tahu basic science principle of creating a baby? Meh sini aku citer meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nak ada anak, si lelaki dan si pempuan kena wat sexual intercourse. Apa itu sexual intercourse? Sexual intercourse bermaksud memasukkan batang zakar lelaki ke dalam vagina perempuan, bukan ke dalam pusat perempuan yer macam satu kes family law yang aku belajar dulu (Ada kaa ko dok taram pusat bini ko sepanjang masa pastu ko nak bercerai sebab ko kata bini ko mandul. Ini punyer orang pon ada ka?!). Apabila berlaku penetration i.e. kemasukan zakar ke dalam vagina, si lelaki haruslah melakukan ejakulasi di dalam vagina iaitu melepaskan benihnya ke dalam rahim perempuan. Ejakulasi ini mestilah sempurna maksudnya premature ejaculation tak main yer tuan-tuan dan puan-puan. Benih lelaki ini dilepaskan melalui air mani. Air mani ini mengandungi spermatozoa atau lebih dikenali sebagai sperma atau sperm. Sperma lelaki ini akan travel melalui tiub fallopian si perempuan. Maka bermusafir la sang sperma mencari benih perempuan i.e. ovum di dlm rahim perempuan ini. Apabila sperma dan ovum bercantum, maka terbentuklah zigot yang seterusnya akan menjadi embryo. Kalau Allah kata 'kun faya kun', maka lahirlah seorang bayi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ha! Ambik ko. Panjang lebar aku citer tu. Kalau pasni tak reti-reti lagik aku tak tahu la. Jawabnya bangang ditahap maksimum la tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Satu lagi yang aku pelik dalam citer Cermin ni, ilmu hitam si Mastura tak menjadi tapi sumpahan tu menjadi plak. Camner tu? Sepatutnya kalau dah ilmu hitam tak menjadi sumpahan pon tak menjadi gak la. Ni mesti si Mastura ni senyap senyap pi berguru kat Siam tanpa bagitahu kita penonton yang bongok ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Citer Waris Jari Hantu pulak tak reti nak wat research pasal sosial ker? Mana ada golongan lembut ni dipanggil Mat Kepit! Tak pernah aku dengar pon! Tak reti-reti lagi nak belajar bahasa slanga? Biasanya cik pon-cik pon ni dipanggil mak nyah yer. Tak pon dipanggil ponen-ponen. Sepatutnya si Shuhaimi Baba ni kena baca blog-blog yang bersepah kat Malaysia ni, wat research sket on the bahasa slanga ni. Pastu plak, sepanjang kerjaya aku sebagai pengikut setia novel seram Tamar Jalis, tak pernah plak aku tahu pompuan yang pelihara harimau jadian. setahu aku yang pelihara harimau jadian ni lelaki berdagang ataupun orang yang bukak kampung. Harimau jadian digunakan untuk menjaga harta benda dan kampung daripada anasir jahat. Atau juga digunakan sebagai alternatif kepada LRT atau bullet train atau concorde jet atau pintu ke mana sahaja Doraemon apabila si pemilik tu nak ke mana-mana sepantas kilat a la Superman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Okla, penat la aku membebel pasal standard horror films Malaysia ni. Karang satu hari aku tak buat kerja. Sepatutnya aku kena tengok citer Puaka Tebing Biru betul-betul, belajar dari hantu tu cara-cara nak jadi produktif. Hahahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi kan, to give credit...citer Hollywood lagi mengarut. I always wonder whether Superman tu ada sexuality issue, sbb tu dia pakai spender kat luar. Or he's not comfortable with his 'man' thing, sbb tu kena pakai spender kat luar nak tell the world that he's man enuff. Maybe la kot...&lt;/em&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/16795099-2109409228804327698?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/2109409228804327698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=2109409228804327698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2109409228804327698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2109409228804327698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/10/filem-filem-hantu-melayu-dari-kacamata.html' title='Filem-filem Hantu Melayu dari Kacamata Aku'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-7151083553529832874</id><published>2008-10-06T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:05:18.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasi Dagangku Hangus Di Pagi Raya</title><content type='html'>Aku tinggalkan nasi dagang yang sedang dikukus kat ipar duai aku untuk ditengok sementara aku pi iron baju laki aku. Apa kes tetiba aku dengar adik ipar aku jerit kat mak mertua aku nasi dagang hangus?! Tak pernah sekali pun lagi dalam arena penglibatan aku memasak nasik dagang nasikku hangus. Dah dah, aku malas nak criter panjang, tajuk di atas sudah cukup menggambarkan kekecewaan aku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-7151083553529832874?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/7151083553529832874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=7151083553529832874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/7151083553529832874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/7151083553529832874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/10/nasi-dagangku-hangus-di-pagi-raya.html' title='Nasi Dagangku Hangus Di Pagi Raya'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-8130738298806700979</id><published>2008-09-28T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:43:00.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Hate Relationship With Public Transport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RsGI9asULRI/AAAAAAAAADM/s9-A9fiUDZc/s1600-h/seattle-etc-monorail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098506841878703378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RsGI9asULRI/AAAAAAAAADM/s9-A9fiUDZc/s320/seattle-etc-monorail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 8 p.m and I was still in the office. I was so damn tired. I switched off my laptop and headed for the door. With a laptop, my handbag and two shopping bags, I walked painfully to the monorail station. After inserting my ticket to the slot, I climbed up the stairs. Oh darn! so many people! I forgot that the next day was Saturday...no wonder! God! I don't have the energy to fight for seats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;While waiting for the train, I put down my stuffs on the floor and continue to read my Da Vinci Code. Good thing about taking public transport is that I finally manage to find time to read my long awaited long anticipated and long bought The Da Vinci Code. I was at my fifth page when the train finally arrived.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;With both hands full, I managed to clumsily scrambled inside the train. Oh good! One empty seat in front the door! I make a lunge for the seat and with a sigh, sit down and started to barricade myself from all the commotion at the door. A sound of 'ouch!', 'hey' or 'aduh sakit!' constantly reached my ears. Wrinkling my nose, I tried to ignore the smell of 'natural Malaysian aromatheraphy' that filled the air. In my head I was calculating how much of fats i will lose if I take public transport for a month, considering the fact that I don't have to go to sauna to 'break all the stubborn fats' from my body. I continued to read my novel while continously being jostled and pushed by those commuters. After one strong push that almost knocked down the book from my hand, I finally looked up. One Bangladeshi guy smile apologetically to me while trying to let a Chinese girl squeezed pass him. The train stopped again and the door opened. Another group rushed in and the Bangladeshi guy was pushed to stand in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Another push and I was forced to look up again. Oh NO! The guy's butt was directly in front of my face. I tried to move to the side. Darn! My right tigh was between his legs!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I tried not to move but to no avail since because of the motion of the train, my thigh was continously rubbed against his legs. And it was not his fault either since he couldn't move coz apparently the commuters, being courteous Malaysians refused to move inside and continued to mob the door.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I was forced to stay that way until the crowd eased at Chow Kit's station, all the while wondering whether he got a massive hard on due to our indecent, inappropriate and unavoidable position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arghhhhh!!!! I hate public transport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa rajin nak update tapi malas nak pikir apa nak update. So wa just republish entry tahun lepas. heheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nota kaki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri diucapkan kepada semua pengunjung blog ini dan semoga perjalanan anda semua selamat dan diberkati Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-8130738298806700979?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/8130738298806700979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=8130738298806700979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/8130738298806700979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/8130738298806700979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-love-hate-relationship-with-public.html' title='My Love Hate Relationship With Public Transport'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RsGI9asULRI/AAAAAAAAADM/s9-A9fiUDZc/s72-c/seattle-etc-monorail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16795099.post-1887579414012191796</id><published>2008-09-26T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:20:24.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soalan yang boleh Dijawab dengan Penampar dan Jawapan yang Boleh Dibalas Dengan 'Jotosan'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aku dan kakak aku actually kawin agak lambat berbanding sepupu-sepupu aku (taklah lambat sangat, sepupu-sepupu aku jer yang kawin cepat). Everytime aku attend wedding diorang, dialog yang aku dapat adalah berbunyi begini:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Makcik 1: Kakchik bila nak kawin? A dah kawin dah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Aku: Belum ada jodoh la makcik. Lagipun belum habis belajar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Makcik 1: Orang perempuan tak elok belajar tinggi tinggi sangat, nanti tak laku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Aku: (senyum tahan geram, tak baik lempang orang tua, derhaka namanya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aku diam jer la kan. Sabar kan separuh daripada iman. Tapi kemudian datang dua tiga orang pulak makcik bertanya soalan yang sama dan membuat komen yang sama, cuma ayat jer yang berbeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Makcik 2:&lt;/span&gt; A dah kawin dah, kakchik bila lagi? Orang pompuan buat apa belajar tinggi-tinggi, nanti ke dapur jugak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Aku:&lt;/span&gt; Cadang-cadangnya nak buat hari Rabu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Makcik 2&lt;/span&gt;: (Terkejut) Hari Rabu? Senyap-senyap jer tak bunyi berita. Rabu bila?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Aku:&lt;/span&gt; Tu lah masalahnya. Tahu hari jer, tahunnya belum tahu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Makcik 2&lt;/span&gt; (berlalu dengan muka kelat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**Piang!!!*** Ambik ko. Saper suruh banyak tanya. Kan dah dapat jawapan bonus aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sekarang bila aku dah kawin, sepupu-sepupu aku dah ada dua tiga orang anak. Yang mana baru kawin sebulan pon dah sebuk-sebuk menengok barang bayi sebab bunting pelamin. Tiap kali aku jumpa diorang kalau time ada majlis atau hari raya, ini pulak dialog yang aku dapat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Makcik A:&lt;/span&gt; Anak makcik yang kawin sama tahun ngan ko dah 3 orang anak. Ko belum ada lagik. Tu la, budak perempuan kalau terlebih pandai macam tu la, sibuk belajar laa, karier laa, takmo ada anak takut mengganggu la konon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Aku:&lt;/span&gt; (**dengan muka toya**)Bukan taknak anak, dah tengok katalog anak dah hari tu, dah order kat internet semalam, tapi tak sampai sampai lagik&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Tapi the questioning won't stop there, tiap kali jumpa makcik yang lain akan ada soalan yang berbau sama. Last-last aku bagi jawapan yang paling bernas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Makcik B:&lt;/span&gt; Engkau ni kawin dah lama. Tak der anak jugak. Anak aku yang kawin dua tahun lepas ko pon dah ada 2 anak. Ko ni mesti ambik pil ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Aku:&lt;/span&gt; Saya tak ambik pil makcik. Saya cuma tak reti teknik kangkangan yang betul. Apa kata makcik demonstrasikan jer kat saya teknik teknik mengangkang yang betul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Makcik-makcik aku selalu membara apabila bercakap ngan aku. Ambik ko. Pepandai jer buat assumption aku taknak anak ek?! Sejak bila ko jadi ahli nujum. Diorang ni tak reti ker yang jodoh pertemuan, ajal, maut, rezeki...semuanya kat tangan Allah. Berjuta cara aku usahakan, berjuta kali aku cuba, berjuta doa aku panjatkan, kalau dah tertulis kat Loh Mahfuz belum tiba masa aku untuk aku dapat apa yang aku hajatkan pon tak jalan jugak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-1887579414012191796?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/1887579414012191796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=1887579414012191796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1887579414012191796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1887579414012191796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/09/soalan-yang-boleh-dijawab-dengan.html' title='Soalan yang boleh Dijawab dengan Penampar dan Jawapan yang Boleh Dibalas Dengan &apos;Jotosan&apos;'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-1044930009037618321</id><published>2008-09-24T12:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:33:53.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry takder sivik</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hari ni aku nak buat kuiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Soalan pertama:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1) Apakah yang anda akan buat kalau ketiak gatal masa tengah meeting dan masa tu merupakan discussion yang penting dan anda tidak boleh meninggalkan meeting room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a) Mengepit ketiak dan menggerak-gerakkan bahu agar ketiak bergesel dan mengurangkan kegatalan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;b)Mengangkat ketiak dan menggaru ketiak sepuas-puasnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;c)Meminta diri ke toilet sambil berkata, "maaf, saya tak tahan nak terkucil, kalau saya tak pergi toilet saya akan terkucil di sini".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d) Menggelungsurkan diri agar anda 'slouching' dan meletakkan kedua-dua tangan ke meja agar ketiak sedikit terbuka dan perlahan-lahan menggeselkan ketiak ke meja, berpura-pura seolah-olah anda melanggar bucu meja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Soalan kedua:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2) Bagi yang perempuan, apa yang anda akan lakukan sekiranya anda adalah satu-satunya perempuan di dalam meeting tersebut dan gunung semanggol anda gatal yang amat sangat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a) Menggesel-geselkan lengan ke gunung anda dengan gaya subtle agar orang tidak perasan anda sebenarnya sedang menggaru gunung anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;b) Pura-pura memperbaiki kedudukan jatuhan tudung sambil mengambil peluang menggaru tempat yang gatal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;c) Meminta diri ke toilet sambil berkata "maaf saya tak tahan nak terkucil"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;d) Mengarahkan bahagian yang gatal ke bucu meja dan berpura-pura terlanggar bucu meja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e) Tidak mempedulikan orang lain dan terus menggaru bahagian yang gatal sampai puas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bila la diorang nak keluarkan bra yang kalis gatal atau yang dilengkapi alat penggaru ni!&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/16795099-1044930009037618321?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/1044930009037618321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=1044930009037618321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1044930009037618321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1044930009037618321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/09/entry-takder-sivik.html' title='Entry takder sivik'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-3817909203261059025</id><published>2008-09-21T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:13:34.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satu Hari Bersama Public Transport di Malaysia (Ala-ala Pak Lah Melawat Public Transport)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Di satu petang yang damai dan nyaman, angin bertiup sepoi sepoi bahasa mengucup lembut pipiku yang mulus dan mungil (ecehhh!!). Aku yang kepenatan bekerja keras di company Malaysia (wa tak kerja kilang Jepun macam Yoshz) berjalan longlai ke stesen Star LRT. Setelah membeli tiket dan memasukkan ke slot yang disediakan, aku menuruni tangga menuju ke platform. Tanpa menghiraukan orang ramai yang sebuk dengan hal masing-masing, aku cepat cepat melabuhkan bontot ke bangku yang masih kosong, buka novel James Patterson yang aku bawak dan mula membaca. Hanya itulah masa yang ada untuk aku meneruskan kelangsungan hobi membaca bahan-bahan fiction aku. Kalau tak haram nak ada masa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Tren ke Ampang tiba. Aku dengan cepat mengangkat bontot ku yang berat itu dan melompat masuk ke dalam tren. Pandang kiri pandang kanan, Alhamdulillah, ada tempat kosong. Aku sekali lagi cepat cepat melabuhkan bontot beratku ke bangku. Satu trick yang aku pelajari sewaktu menaiki Star LRT ialah sentiasa memilih tempat duduk yg paling hujung. Sebabnya kenapa? Kerana apabila tren bergerak, bangku tren yang diperbuat daripada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; tin susu cap junjung &lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;tu amat licin dan boleh menggelungsurkan anda dari ujung kanan ke ujung kiri dengan sekelip mata. Dengan body aku yang macam kapal Star Cruise ini, tentu-tentunya aku akan berjaya menghimpit dan menyeranapkan semua perahu-perahu kecil yang di sebelah menyebelah aku! Amat merbahaya bagi perahu-perahu kecil occay!! So, kalau duduk di tempat yang paling hujung, anda boleh berpegang di tiang dan mengelakkan anda dari menghempap dan mengaramkan perahu-perahu kecil di sebelah anda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Siapa la lahabau yang design kosi Star LRT ni, harapkan sekolah jer bertingkat-tingkat, otak tak sampai setingkat! Benda tu pon tak blh pikiaq ke?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Setelah memastikan aku tidak menghempap mana-mana insan yang tak bersalah, aku menyambung kembali pembacaan aku. Dari satu stesen ke satu stesen penumpang keluar masuk. Aku perasan ada satu mamat dan awek dia berdiri di depan aku sewaktu tren berhenti di stesen Pudu. Setelah tren melepasi stesen Chan Sow Lin, awek nya sudah mendapat tempat duduk tetapi yang lelakinyer masih berdiri. Aku tidak menghiraukan mereka dan meneruskan pembacaan aku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Tren berhenti lagi, kali ini orang yang duduk di sebelah aku bangun dan keluar dari tren. Dari hujung mata aku aku dapat melihat mamat tak berapa hensem ini bergerak untuk mendapatkan tempat duduk yang dikosongkan tadi. Mamat itu bersedia untuk melabuhkan bontotnya ke ruang kosong tersebut. Baru jer separuh jalan mamat itu melabuhkan bontotnya yang tidak berapa comel itu, tren bergerak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Adoiii!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Sorry cik sorry!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Muka mamat itu sudah merah menyala macam udang kena bakar kerana malu. Orang sekeliling dah senyum senyum kambing, awek mamat tu pon tergelak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dan aku....menggosok gosok peha gebuku yang telah ternoda di hempap bontot mamat kurang hensem itu. Kan aku dah cakap! Kosi Star LRT memang dibuat dari tin susu cap junjung! Tak pasal-pasal peha gebuku jadi kusyen empuk untuk bontot tidak comel mamat kurang hensem itu! Cheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-3817909203261059025?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/3817909203261059025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=3817909203261059025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3817909203261059025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3817909203261059025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/09/satu-hari-bersama-public-transport-di.html' title='Satu Hari Bersama Public Transport di Malaysia (Ala-ala Pak Lah Melawat Public Transport)'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-4869105987009856774</id><published>2008-09-19T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:01:25.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aduhai...</title><content type='html'>Pernah tak korang terpakai seluar dalam yang dah kendur getah, lepas tu bila berjalan boleh rasa seluar dalam tu menggelungsur turun ke kaki. Terpaksa jalan kepit-kepit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheh, nasib baik pakai jeans!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang! Belikan saya seluar dalam baru, yang ada renda-renda punyer! Saya tak kisah, perut menonjol dulu pun menonjol la, janji seluar dalam saya ada renda-renda!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah dah, korang jgn bayangkan, buruk ok rupa aku pakai nighty seksi seksi ni, kalu jalan perut yg ke depan dulu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-4869105987009856774?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/4869105987009856774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=4869105987009856774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4869105987009856774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4869105987009856774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/09/aduhai.html' title='Aduhai...'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-4693110430817705758</id><published>2008-09-17T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:12:11.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentang Mimpi</title><content type='html'>Aku bermimpi&lt;br /&gt;Mimpi tentang cinta yang telah pergi&lt;br /&gt;tentang persahabatan yang telah mati&lt;br /&gt;tentang kehidupan yang berlalu&lt;br /&gt;tentang masa depan yang memburu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...&lt;br /&gt;Andai mampu ku tafsirkan mimpi&lt;br /&gt;Atau mengubah mimpi menjadi realiti&lt;br /&gt;Atau mungkin mengubah cerita&lt;br /&gt;Mengundurkan masa agar segalanya&lt;br /&gt;tidak pergi&lt;br /&gt;tidak mati&lt;br /&gt;tidak sepi&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku&lt;br /&gt;Hanyalah bermimpi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-4693110430817705758?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/4693110430817705758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=4693110430817705758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4693110430817705758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4693110430817705758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/09/tentang-mimpi_17.html' title='Tentang Mimpi'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-4243271828340647673</id><published>2008-09-16T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:42:05.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentang Mimpi</title><content type='html'>Pernah tak korang semua berada di dalam situasi yang membuatkan korang semua rasa macam deja vu. You know you had a dream about it before and now it happens? Creepy isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-4243271828340647673?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/4243271828340647673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=4243271828340647673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4243271828340647673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4243271828340647673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/09/tentang-mimpi.html' title='Tentang Mimpi'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-2765100812417572108</id><published>2008-09-15T08:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:15:10.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puasa</title><content type='html'>Kenapa berat aku masih tak turun dah dua minggu puasa ni? Macam mana nak pakai kebaya pendek camni, spare tyres everywhere. Ni mesti laki aku beli penimbang rosak ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, mana aku nak cari julap kaw kaw punyer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-2765100812417572108?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/2765100812417572108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=2765100812417572108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2765100812417572108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2765100812417572108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/09/puasa_15.html' title='Puasa'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-346900498920885568</id><published>2008-09-13T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:09:28.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Long Hiatus...</title><content type='html'>Lamanya aku tak update blog. Rasa macam nak bersara terus dari blogging pon ada. Tapi Ina kata kalau aku tak update dia takder bahan bacaan to tickle her heart, si Diana Green Apple pon dah nak bom aku sebab tak update blog, maka aku pon update la. Berbunga juga rasa hati bila tahu ada loyal followers ni. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak sebetulnya yang terjadi, sampai tak tahu nak tulis apa dah. Oh ya, by now i am officially 30-an. Thanks to those yang wish me on my birthday, NHK, Shila, Ina and few others. Nothing special on my birthday, office mates belanja makan and that's all. Tak celebrate pon. Well, actually I am not the type that celebrates birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat berpuasa dan selamat hari raya juga aku ucapkan pada semua rakan-rakan dan juga sesiapa sahaja yg maybe ter'visit' blog ni sewaktu surfing for porn in the internet (read...KPD) hehehehe. Insya Allah, aku akan cuba update blog dengan lebih kerap lepas ni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-346900498920885568?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/346900498920885568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=346900498920885568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/346900498920885568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/346900498920885568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/09/after-long-hiatus.html' title='After Long Hiatus...'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-1682865826514493295</id><published>2008-08-21T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:12:07.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry takder Sivik</title><content type='html'>Aku busy sampai dah nak naik gila. Lenkali aku update blog....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-1682865826514493295?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/1682865826514493295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=1682865826514493295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1682865826514493295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1682865826514493295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/08/entry-takder-sivik.html' title='Entry takder Sivik'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-1980776464856494013</id><published>2008-08-02T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T21:57:23.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry Merapu</title><content type='html'>Sebagai anak jati Kelate, maka aku dengan ini menyahut seruan kerajaan untuk mempopularkan tradisi negeri aku. ngeh ngeh ngeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://crackle.com/p/Music/Budu.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#869ca7" width="400" height="325" name="mtgPlayer" align="middle" play="true" loop="false" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="id=1794797&amp;amp;mu=0&amp;amp;ap=0&amp;amp;ml=o%3D7%26fr%3D1820346%26fx%3D" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="font-family:"&gt; From Crackle: &lt;a href="http://crackle.com/c/Music/Budu/1794797/#ml=o%3D7%26fr%3D1820346%26fx%3D" title="Budu" style="text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;overflow:hidden;text-overflow:ellipsis;word-wrap:break-word;"&gt;Budu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTc2ODQ5Njg2MjUmcHQ9MTIxNzY4NDk4NjM5MCZwPTEyMjE*MSZkPSZuPSZnPTI=.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-1980776464856494013?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/1980776464856494013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=1980776464856494013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1980776464856494013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1980776464856494013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/08/entry-merapu.html' title='Entry Merapu'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-3911314808671323208</id><published>2008-07-25T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:55:12.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta Pertama - Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Aku sudah membuka cerita tentang cinta aku dlm Cinta Pertama Part I dulu. Sekarang aku nak sambung. Aku rasa memang aku kena sambung cerita ni memandangkan dah 2-3 kali aku mimpikan dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lama kelamaan kami semakin rapat. Kami juga sering berhubungan di telefon walaupun setiap hari kami bertemu di sekolah. Bahasa juga sudah bertukar, dari kau aku kepada saya awak. Malahan gosip mengenai kami juga heboh diperkatakan di sekolah. Seolah-olah bukan rahsia lagi yang kami sedang bercinta walaupun hakikatnya kami hanyalah sekadar teman tapi mesra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Setiap kali bergaduh, dia akan bersungguh-sungguh memujuk aku, mengejar aku ke sana dan ke sini, mengirimkan salam kepada teman-teman sekelas sehinggakan aku menjadi teramat malu kerana menjadi mangsa usikan teman-teman. Sehinggalah kisah kami sampai ke pengetahuan guru-guru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aku berada di kelas terpandai dan no 1 seringkali berada dalam genggaman aku. Malahan boleh dikatakan aku ni over expose. Mana-mana pertandingan melibatkan sekolah, mesti muka aku ada. Dari kuiz perdana, kuiz pengguna, kuiz anti dadah, kuiz sejarah, kuiz sains, debat, syarahan, pantun, penulisan, penulisan buku skrap, forum, melukis, lalu lintas, bola jaring, bola tampar, bola baling, olahraga, congkak dan macam-macam lagi, semuanya aku kaut. Malahan kebanyakannya juga keputusan tidak menghampakan. Kerana itulah aku muncul sebagai pengumpul sijil terbanyak dalam adik beradik aku yang 10 orang itu (hinggalah sekarang dipintas oleh adik aku yg second bongsu). Maka, akulah yang konon-kononnya pengharum nama sekolah. Manakala dia pula dilabelkan sebagai pelajar bermasalah. Selalu terlibat dengan pelbagai gejala yang tidak elok. Lepak, racing motor, merokok, bergaduh, terlibat dengan perempuan dan macam-macam lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kerana itulah semua guru-guru melompat apabila mendengar berita aku rapat dengannya. Oleh itu, terjadilah kisah 'antara dua darjat'....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bersambung....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-3911314808671323208?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/3911314808671323208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=3911314808671323208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3911314808671323208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3911314808671323208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/07/cinta-pertama-part-ii.html' title='Cinta Pertama - Part II'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-7084768815486395527</id><published>2008-07-22T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:21:13.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku memang Perempuan Pemalass yang Cumilll!!!</title><content type='html'>Iyyeeee...itulah tajuk entry aku hari ini., tentang seorang perempuan pemalas yang asyik dok layan game n blog. Ya Allah, hari ni memang ari malas aku. langsung tak blh nak fokus. Balik-balik aku dok main game tembak tembak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak update blog pon malas actually. So jadilah entry malas ini. Hmmm...malasnya nak tulis. Tapi aku nak share benda ni. hahahaha...it's soooooo me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Disturbingly Profound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoudisturbinglyprofoundquiz/profound.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're contemplative, thoughtful, and very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking time to figure out the meaning of life is a priority for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're so introspective, you often react in ways that surprise people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can really understand how you are on the inside... and that disturbs them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoudisturbinglyprofoundquiz/"&gt;Are You Disturbingly Profound or Profoundly Disturbing?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-7084768815486395527?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/7084768815486395527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=7084768815486395527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/7084768815486395527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/7084768815486395527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/07/aku-memang-perempuan-pemalass-yang.html' title='Aku memang Perempuan Pemalass yang Cumilll!!!'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-5614032546763099292</id><published>2008-07-18T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:10:45.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry Hangin</title><content type='html'>Hari ini aku terdengar dalam radio yang harga minyak dunia telah mengalami kejatuhan bagi hari ketiga berturut-turut. Deejay tu juga ada berkata yang mungkin rakyat Malaysia sudah boleh consider untuk kembali memandu. Tetapi persoalannya, itu harga minyak dunia, bagaimana dengan harga minyak Malaysia? Akan diturunkan? Kalau tak silap aku pernah sekali harga minyak diturunkan dlm tahun 80-an dulu. Tapi itu sewaktu pemerintahan Mahathir, pemerintahan Pak Lah? Setakat ni yillek. Dan sudah terbukti pemerintahan Pak Lah (or should i said Khairy) adalah pemerintahan berbentuk cekik darah, asyik naik jer manjang takder turun, sampaikan gaji diorang pon naik, yang tak naik gaji orang2 kecik macam aku ni jer, so ada possibility akan turun? Rasanya macam tak mungkin, kalau turun pun harga barang lain tak akan turun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu masa aku dapat tahu Bank Negara nak buat rounding mechanism to abolish 1 sen coin, aku dah cakap kat member aku, inflation is coming and the Government is making it worse. Kalau korang pernah belajar macro and micro economy mesti korang tahu apa yang aku ckp. 1 sen coin walaupun ramai orang sepah-sepahkan actually memberikan big impact dalam ekonomi negara kita kerana 1 sen itulah yang memberikan keuntungan kepada syarikat syarikat besar. Apabila Bank Negara membuat rounding mechanism, of course syarikat-syarikat tersebut akan hike up the price 2-3 sen untuk membolehkan mereka round up to more higher amount. Sebabnya, kalau mereka hilang 1 sen dari 1 juta pelanggan, sudah berapa keuntungan yang diorang hilang? True to my word, when they implemented it, i found out most prices dah increase by few sen. Walaupun kita rasa benda ni kecik sebab 2-3 sen jer, tetapi it gives big impact to our economy and purchase power. Imagine if we buy goods in bundle, tak ke banyak yang kenaikan tu yang kita kena absorb? In a way, our ringgit denomination has depleted sebab denomination jadi besar tapi value jadi kecik, macam apa yang terjadi di Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu Government naikkan pulak harga minyak, lagi la aku rasa government kita cam SIAL sebab tak buat apa-apa pon untuk membantu rakyat menangani inflasi tapi sebaliknya meningkatkan lagi kadar inflasi. Lepas tu have the nerve to announce kadar inflasi kita masih rendah. Kalau dah ko sembunyikan figure macam mana tak rendah! Kalau ko dah makan duit rakyat cam mana ko nak rasa inflasi tu, perut buncit ngan hasil duit rakyat, cam mano nak tahu purchase power tu dah kecik?! Inflasi sepatutnya bukan diukur melalui statistik mengarut yang korang keluarkan, tetapi patut diukur melalui purchase and bargaining power rakyat. Sekarang ni apa sangat purchase power kita? RM50 dah jadi cam RM10 dah, kaau pi kedai runcit beli 2-3 barang dah habis dah RM50 tu. Ni la yang orang katakan bodoh tak nak belajar, BODOH PIANG bak kata orang Kedah. Dok dalam government cuma mengangkang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang ni apa lagi move bodoh yang diorang nak buat? Aku tunggu jer. Kadang-kadang malu nak mengaku rakyat Malaysia disebabkan kebodohan governmentnya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-5614032546763099292?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/5614032546763099292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=5614032546763099292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5614032546763099292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5614032546763099292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/07/entry-hangin.html' title='Entry Hangin'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-453242308990721831</id><published>2008-07-14T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:39:16.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arghhhh</title><content type='html'>Aku macam dah kehabisan idea untuk blogging. Selalu sangat bila ada benda yang aku nak tulis aku tak berkesempatan untuk menulisnya, bila ada kesempatan pulak aku dah tak tahu apa benda nak ditulis. Mungkin kerana aku bukanlah politikus pojok, maka aku tidak punya banyak benda yang kontroversi untuk dibicarakan. Hidup aku juga terlalu normal (mungkin juga membosankan) hingga tiada apa untuk aku sensasikan. Hendak disensasikan tentang cerita dalam kain? Aku tidak ingin menonjolkan segala selulit dan lemak-lemak yang merata di badan....malu seh. Nak berkarya? Sering kali mengejar masa sehinggakan karya-karya semua tinggal separa karya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin juga aku patut tinggalkan terus dunia blogging. hmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-453242308990721831?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/453242308990721831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=453242308990721831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/453242308990721831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/453242308990721831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/07/arghhhh.html' title='Arghhhh'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-8367851543350764859</id><published>2008-07-08T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:01:51.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refleksi</title><content type='html'>Aku bukan sasterawan yang mampu menulis puisi indah buat menguliti tidurmu&lt;br /&gt;Atau mengait awan gemawan menjadi selimut malam dinginmu&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mampu menjanji seribu bahagia mengiringi tiap harimu&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga bukan jutawan senyum yang mampu menghadiahi setiap saatmu&lt;br /&gt;Bukan juga seorang bidadari penghias pandangan matamu&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak seayu dara pingitan bersimpuh mematuh setiap katamu&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanyalah seorang pencinta yang punya seribu khilaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puitisku hanya pada lidahmu&lt;/div&gt;Cantikku hanya pada matamu&lt;br /&gt;Manisku hanya pada senyummu&lt;br /&gt;Ayuku hanya pada kucupanmu&lt;br /&gt;Dan sedarilah kasih&lt;br /&gt;cintaku hanya padamu&lt;br /&gt;suamiku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-8367851543350764859?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/8367851543350764859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=8367851543350764859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/8367851543350764859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/8367851543350764859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/07/refleksi.html' title='Refleksi'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-3556540823333900341</id><published>2008-07-04T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:55:24.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicara Jiwa</title><content type='html'>Hati aku terasa sepi. Tiap hari ku rasakan ada ruang yang kian mati. Nanah-nanah bosan memenuhi rongga dan virus-virus malas menjalar di urat nadiku. Ah....sampai bila harus ku gantungkan harap pada impian? Sampai bila harus ku letakkan angan pada harapan? Hari-hari berlalu hanyalah hari-hari berlalu, tanpa pengisian tanpa kemajuan. Cakap kosong berapi-api tapi capainya tidak pernah sekali! Mengapa begitu? Terlalu lemahkah aku untuk mencuba walau hanya sekali? Terlalu negatif kah aku untuk percaya pada diri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata orang pantang berundur sebelum ajal. Tapi mana ada undur jika langkahnya pun tidak pernah dibuka? Hanya bersandar didinding bicara, mana mungkin ada hasilnya. Tiada masa? Bukankah Tuhan itu Maha Pemurah? Tidak mungkin dijadikan siang dan malam jika masanya tidak kecukupan buat seorang aku, bukan? Habis apa lagi tunggunya aku? Mahu tunggu bintang berguguran dari langit? Mahu tunggu bulan bercahaya tanpa bantuan mentari? Apa lagi mahu tunggunya aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khabarnya mahu jadi jutawan, mahu tiada diskusi lagi tentang wang, jika mahu cuma hulurkan, tak usah fikir tentang hutang, tak usah fikir tentang cukup makan. Habis bagaimana begitu? Apa hanya mahu hidup di alam fantasi? Hanya mahu berilusi setiap hari? Berbicara tentang angan bergondola di terusan di Venice, menyelusuri shopping mall di Paris? Cukupkah dengan hanya bicara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...aku harus jalani pembedahan. Bersihkan nanah-nanah bosan ini secepat mungkin. Harus ku telan antibiotik untuk ku hapuskan virus virus malas ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-3556540823333900341?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/3556540823333900341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=3556540823333900341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3556540823333900341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3556540823333900341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/07/hati-aku-terasa-sepi.html' title='Bicara Jiwa'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-6380867410425935761</id><published>2008-07-04T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:58:33.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satu Hari di hari Jumaat</title><content type='html'>Satu hari di hari Jumaat, perut kekenyangan. Ramai la pulak orang yang menunggu lif. Lif tiba semua orang berebut masuk. Aku yang kekenyangan bersandar di dinding lif. Lif yang penuh sesak terasa begitu lembab, berhenti hampir di setiap tingkat. Aku menuju ke tingkat yang paling atas, lambat lagi la gamaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil berborak-borak dan bergosip dengan member, tiba-tiba hidungku kembang kempis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woitttt cinabeng!!! Saper kentut ni!!!!" Sambil menutup hidung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sudah semestinya tiada siapa yang mengaku la kan. Nasib baik aku tak muntah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-6380867410425935761?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/6380867410425935761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=6380867410425935761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/6380867410425935761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/6380867410425935761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/07/satu-hari-di-hari-jumaat.html' title='Satu Hari di hari Jumaat'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-241009103383829269</id><published>2008-06-17T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:39:35.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cintaku ini misteri sifatnya&lt;br /&gt;Mendadak amarahnya mendadak juga sejuknya&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku ini aneh sikapnya&lt;br /&gt;Sesaat menangis sesaat tertawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku ini sifatnya memiliki&lt;br /&gt;Fizikalnya disisi&lt;br /&gt;Akalnya dihati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku ini otaknya cemburu&lt;br /&gt;Nalurinya memburu&lt;br /&gt;Hatinya ingin tahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku ini sukar dimengerti&lt;br /&gt;Penuh sangsi&lt;br /&gt;Tapi teguh berdiri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-241009103383829269?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/241009103383829269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=241009103383829269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/241009103383829269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/241009103383829269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/06/cinta.html' title='Cinta'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-4695708083210751932</id><published>2008-06-12T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:44:31.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Hi...Bye Bye</title><content type='html'>I have not been able to update my blog daily or even weekly lately. Not because I have nothing to write but because i have so many things to write but I kept proscrinating due to hectic daily schedule. Well, my life is on really really fast pace now, what more with the increase of petrol and other necessities. Well, I don't want to dwindle on that, I've been grumbling for years and have been trying to make the necessary adjustment but then, what to adjust when there's nothing to adjust anymore?! In conclusion, until i close my eyes, i will still be working i think. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have few projects and assignments under my belt. Macam tak cukup kaki tangan dah. Have to work hard because some of them already past due but i managed to get extension. Ayyooo...no deliveries no payments laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been intending to update on my First Love story but i guess i have to delay it again. Plus just got to know that my husband has been reading this blog...mmmmm...maybe talking about past love is not a good idea. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have to go now. Lunch is almost over andhave to run for a meeting at 2 pm. Till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-4695708083210751932?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/4695708083210751932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=4695708083210751932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4695708083210751932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4695708083210751932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-hibye-bye.html' title='Hi Hi...Bye Bye'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-610160972669713038</id><published>2008-05-14T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:52:49.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta Pertama - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Semua orang pernah melalui cinta pertama. Bagi kebanyakan orang, cinta pertama bermula di zaman persekolahan, sewaktu kita masih menjalani pendidikan formal. Bagi aku pula, pengalaman cinta aku sewaktu zaman persekolahan agak obscure. Aku tidak tahu samada itu adalah cinta pertama atau infatuation pertama tapi apa yang aku tahu, sampai sekarang aku masih mengingatinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cukuplah aku sekadar menamakannya sebagai FQ. Dia mendaftar ke sekolah aku dengan satu reputasi, reputasi sebagai budak nakal yang ditukarkan sekolah akibat tindakan disiplin dan reputasi sebagai seorang lelaki yang mempunyai ramai wanita. Sebelum aku mengenali wajahnya, aku sudah mengenali namanya dan reputasinya yang membuatkan aku prejudis terhadapnya. Sebagai seorang pelajar yang agak 'anti-puppy love', mendengar teman-teman aku bercerita mengenainya dengan full of awe and admiration membuatkan hati aku semakin meluat dan meluap-luap perasaan benci terhadapnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Seminggu selepas pertama kali aku mendengar namanya, dia mendaftarkan diri ke sekolah aku. Sebagai sebuah sekolah baru, sekolah aku seringkali menjadi 'dumpster' kepada pelajar-pelajar yang mempunyai masalah disiplin. Cuma batch aku yang merupakan batch asal students sekolah tersebut and the rest were seniors transferred from another school, and he was one of them. It just that he was forced to transferred to our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Aku masih ingat, pertemuan pertama aku dengan dia agak kurang menyenangkan. Pertama kali bertemu, dia dimarahi aku yang menggunakan kuasa sebagai pengawas untuk menunjukkan rasa meluat dan marah aku terhadapnya. Sejak dari itu pantang ada peluang aku akan 'mengenakan' dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Begitulah awal pertemuan kami. Aku meluat dengan dia akibat daripada cerita-cerita yang disampaikan oleh teman-teman manakala dia pula bengang dengan aku kerana aku selalu mencari kesempatan untuk mengenakan tindakan disiplin terhadapnya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sewaktu musim pendaftaran kelab dan persatuan, aku mendapat tahu rupa-rupanya aku banyak berkongsi kelab dan persatuan dengannya. Dan kebanyakannya samada aku dipilih sebagai presiden dan dia timbalannya atau dia presiden dan aku pula timbalannya. Keadaan memaksa kami berkerja bersama dan tanpa sedar itu merapatkan kami. Baru lah aku tahu kenapa dia begitu dan bagaimana hati budinya yang sebenar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rupa-rupanya keretakan keluarga menjadikan dia pemberontak. Dan kerana sifat memberontaknya itu seringkali orang berprasangka terhadapnya, dan aku adalah salah seorang daripadanya. Tanpa sedar aku dihurung rasa bersalah dan sikap aku terhadapnya juga berubah. Aku lebih berlembut dan lebih mesra terhadapnya. Dia juga lebih mesra dengannya dan banyak meluahkan rasa hatinya kepada ku. Samada disengajakan atau tidak, kami seringkali bertembung. Tiap kali aku bertugas di bilik sukan, dia akan ke sana. Tiap kali aku bertugas di perpustakaan, wajahnya juga akan muncul di sana. DAn tanpa sedar dalam hatiku berbunga perasaan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-610160972669713038?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/610160972669713038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=610160972669713038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/610160972669713038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/610160972669713038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/05/cinta-pertama-part-1.html' title='Cinta Pertama - Part 1'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-5412584310576567409</id><published>2008-04-26T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T23:41:11.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rindu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Selamat datang rindu&lt;br /&gt;Hadirlah mengetuk pintu hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Bersama jambangan cinta&lt;br /&gt;Yang terkarang dijemarimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Pamitlah kau rindu&lt;br /&gt;Selamilah ke dasar hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Menggelodak laut cemburuku&lt;br /&gt;Mengusik pantai percayaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ku alu kan kau rindu&lt;br /&gt;Mampirlah dalam mahligai hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Bertakhtalah di singgahsana mimpiku&lt;br /&gt;Memugari realiti nyataku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ah rindu...&lt;br /&gt;Mampukah kau jelaskan&lt;br /&gt;Siapa kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-5412584310576567409?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/5412584310576567409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=5412584310576567409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5412584310576567409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5412584310576567409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/04/rindu.html' title='Rindu..'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-1391712756536586315</id><published>2008-04-20T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T16:19:16.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bosan</title><content type='html'>Sedikit kebosanan menganggu perjalanan hariku. Tiap hari yang berlalu bagaikan penuh dengan kebiasaan, tiada apa yang menarik, dia apa yang berwarna-warni. Ahhh...bosan!!! Bilakah waktunya hayat kekreatifan aku terhenti? Bilakah masanya otak aku enggan lagi berfikir? Aku makin dilanda kebosanan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-1391712756536586315?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/1391712756536586315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=1391712756536586315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1391712756536586315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1391712756536586315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/04/bosan.html' title='Bosan'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-3558592972901447813</id><published>2008-04-17T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:12:24.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short entry</title><content type='html'>i am writing from my phone while lying on hospital bed with a nebulizer mask on my face,getting ready 4 my 2nd operation this year.in abt half an hour i'll b in d operation theatre...pray for me ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-3558592972901447813?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/3558592972901447813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=3558592972901447813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3558592972901447813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3558592972901447813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/04/short-entry.html' title='short entry'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-2322910601211024092</id><published>2008-04-14T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:58:30.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ina...I Miss You!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through my old pictures in my computer and I came across many pictures of me and my best buddy Ina. She's in Yemen now pursuing her dream, living life as how she wants to live, living up for the adventure. Sometimes I really envy her. But I guess, everybody has been given choices and she has made her choice and she is happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ina and I are both crazy...or maybe I always make her going a bit crazy. Perhaps because I was jealous with her sweet, nice girl-next-door look so I always make her do crazy and silly stuffs in my company, like taking crazy pics like these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/SANghUexooI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RQzpCeFdn4c/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/SANghUexooI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RQzpCeFdn4c/s320/IMG_0120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189097321210684034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/SANgOEexomI/AAAAAAAAAFY/r7uIBQoTIdg/s1600-h/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/SANgOEexomI/AAAAAAAAAFY/r7uIBQoTIdg/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189096990498202210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/SANgCUexolI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gzb52tng_GE/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/SANgCUexolI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gzb52tng_GE/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189096788634739282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/SANgYEexonI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FpLn5LMExx0/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/SANgYEexonI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FpLn5LMExx0/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189097162296894066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time when we were back from having all girls trip to Tambun, there was massive jammed and I end up do my silly corny dance moves in the car just to chase away the boredom. At first she and my other friends asked me to stop 'coz i am embarrassing them to other motorists but in the end they all got infected with my silliness and started dancing with me, all the tarian 'cucuk angin' and 'basuh kain' thingy! We were having so much fun and we were not aware that many other motorists were watching us and start laughing at us! Well...i guess sometimes (errr...most of the times) I do get carried away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also times in the university when we were having exams and I got so stressed up because I failed to cover all the topics. Everytime that happened, i will start singing my comfort song "Saya anak Malaysia!" or "Tanggal 31" all the way to the exam hall and sometimes in the exam hall! It became my routine and i managed to infect Ina with it also! Everytime we got stressed up, we will start singing "Saya Anak Malaysia" or "Tanggal 31!" It was so fun and we managed to release the stress and laugh and making fun of each others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ina, if you are reading this, I really miss you my friend! We had so many fun and happy memories together. Please come back and don't stay there and marry a Yemeni. If not, I will go there and drag you back to Malaysia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-2322910601211024092?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/2322910601211024092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=2322910601211024092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2322910601211024092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2322910601211024092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/04/inai-miss-you.html' title='Ina...I Miss You!!!!'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/SANghUexooI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RQzpCeFdn4c/s72-c/IMG_0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16795099.post-2030473602301304902</id><published>2008-03-30T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T22:14:26.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Ini Dalam Sejarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mungkin sesetengah daripada korang dah tahu buat pertama kalinya dalam sejarah hidup aku aku kena admitted and kena undergo operation. Thank you to NHK, Fudhla, Kak Ida, Kak Chik n Delina yang sudi meluangkan masa menjenguk aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Day (17/3, Monday)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku batuk almost sebulan despite macam-macam ubat aku telan. 2-3 kali dah Dr tu suruh aku masuk hospital tapi aku degil gak, macam-macam alasan aku kasi, nak balik mengundi laa, takder orang kat opis laa and all other excuses tha i can think of. Last-last tu laki aku cakap dia nak temankan aku pi sepital. Apa lagi bila dah laki temankan, dr ckp jer nak admit laki aku terus la agree and aku takder alasan lagi la. Ari tu jugak kena admit n dr cucuk jarum utk masuk antibiotik. Keluar bilik dr aku dok pegang tangan sbb aku ni jenis sensitif, cucuk sket jer pon urat aku dah bengkak. Sakit siot. SMS my boss ckp aku kena admit. Pastu dapat tahu yang colleague aku kena admit jugak kat Hospital Selayang sebab nak deliver. Mati kutu bos aku, dah la department aku tu cuma 3 orang jer termasuk dia. 2-3 dia tanya aku kena stay utk berapa lama n aku dengan yakinnya ckp esok dah belok kuar kot. Hehehehhe. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dah habis urusan admission semua, balik umah ambik baju. Aku nak bilik single tapi yang ada cuma bilik single yang exceed my office insurance's limit. So masuk jer la bilik yang 4 orang, semua katil penuh lak tuh n semuanya orang2 tua. Tahu-tahu jer la orang2 tua ni, family n sanak sedara diorang sure akan melawat. So aku jer la tercangak-cangak kat situ sorang-sorang takder org teman or visit. Pastu line U Mobile lak tak dpt kat situ, takleh access internet, lagi la kau bosan giler. Rasa cam nak terjun bangunan jer. Malam lak aku takleh tido sbb bising, dah la baru jer terlelap jap nurse kejut nak suntik antibiotik n bagi ubat. Urat tangan aku lak makin bengkak bila asyik dimasukkan antibiotik tuh. Sakit giler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second Day (18/3, Tuesday)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila dr visit, aku try tahan batuk sbb nak discharge la kononnya. Whom am i kidding? Cam la dr tu bodoh kan. Heheheh. Dia check jer throat aku masih merah n bengkak, pastu lak baru jer aku ckp aku feeling better batuk aku terus datang. Berkecai harapan nak balik rumah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batuk aku masih tak nampak perubahan despite berkoyan-koyan diorang masukkan antibiotik n monitor ubat aku. Terus Dr Ishak ckp dia nak refer aku sekali lagi kat ENT sebab Xray chest aku takder apa-apa tapi Xray muka menunjukkan ada sikit sinus. Dia susupect aku susah baik because of my recurring sinus problem, sebab sinus drop which makes my throat itchy. Bila refer kat ENT, ENT suruh wat CT scan untuk make sure whether problem aku tu mmg disebabkan sinus drop. Bila dapat jer result CT scan, rupa-rupanya the entire left sie of my face dah penuh ngan sinus infection. Aku mmg kena maxillary sinus yang teruk. Frontal n ethmoid sinus pon ada tapi tak banyak sangat so according to dr it can be treated with just medication. Tapi maxillary sinus i.e. behind my cheekbones especially the left one tu dah teruk n upon checking i also had big polyps in my lef nos which contibutes to my difficulty in breathing n recover from flu n coughing. So he suggested for me to undergo the surgery. During that time I was like, whatever, as long as I can get rid of the coughing and get the hell out of here. So the next day they scheduled an operation for me n from 12 pm onwards aku kena puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Third Day (19/3, Wednesday)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAgi-pagi lagi dalam pukul 8 lepas aku keluar dari bilik air tu ada dr pompuan datang (Vaart, dr ni lawa tau tapi aku lupa nama dia). She introduced herselp as the anaesthetistician yang akan monitor my anaesthethic. Dia explained yang i will be given full anaesthetic n aku memang takkan sedar langsung. Aku ni bila dengar full anaesthetic ni, terbayang artikel yang aku baca pasal dr silap dosage and patient can feel whatever being done to her, the knife cutting and everything despite being paralysed. Cam ala-ala citer AWAKE tu. Lagi ler jantung aku berdegup degup. Pastu dr tu remind sekali lagi jangan makan atau minum sebab takut aku akan muntah. Aku tanya dia surgeri dlm berapa lama and she said according to the ENT should be around 30-45 mins. Dia tanya medical history aku, whether pernah buat surgery ke tak etc. She said she'll give me nebulizer since I have history of asthma n something to calm my nerves n asked me to tukar baju. Dlm kol 10 diorang bagi aku nebulizer and ubat tido utk calm me down. Dalam kol 11 tu laki aku ngan Kak Ida datang tapi aku dah drowsy semacam dah walaupun belum pengsan tido. Sempat borak ngan Kak Ida jap jer while being wheeled to the operation theatre. By the way Kak Ida, no question whether I'm wearing nice looking panty or bra since they asked me to strip n just wear their dress yer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jantung aku dah berdegup kencang dah time ni but luckily tak sampai 5 minit diorang bagi anaesthetic aku dah tak tahu apa dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila terjaga aku dah ada kat katil aku n my face felt like on fire. First thing yang aku ingat aku cakap kat laki aku ialah "Sakitnya" dan "Hidung saya berdarah". Raba-raba muka aku rupanya bengkak dgn idung berdarah whilst my eyes plak mmg berair tak berenti. Diorang letakkan something dlm idung utk stop the bleeding tapi masih gak ada darah keluar. Kepala lak mmg sakit, even slightest sound pon menyakitkan n i ended up muntah n pitam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my husband mintak tukar bilik to single room. Nurse tu ckp ada bilik yang exceed my entitlement jer. I figured, tak kisahlah even tho i have to pay 20% from the room rate, brp la sangat. So aku tukar la ke single room so that I can sleep better n my husband can teman me n mandikan me (hehehehe). (Not that I know rupa2nya aku kena bayar 20% from the entire bill which amounted to 1500++ masa nak kuar tu. Tengah batuk2 ni aku call insurance marah diorang coz not being clear enough in their policy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malam tu aku tido memang bantal aku penuh ngan darah. N my face still macam on fire the entire time. Aku tak tahu ler kenapa ada orang suka buat plastic surgery, sakit giler occay!! Tak sanggup aku nak lalui lagi dah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fourth Day (20/3, Thursday)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi2 lagi Dr Zainal yang operate aku tu datang. Dia kata nak bukak bandage dlm idong aku. Aku pon cam okla, dah tak sanggup idong aku kembang semacam ni. Aku ingatkan they'll give me something ke apa ke utk elakkan sakit, rupa-rupanya dia just pull the bandage inside my nose! Cam nak tercabut idong aku rasanya n darah mmg mengalir laju! Uwaaaaaa!!! Pastu dia ckp dia nak tahan 1 hari lagi utk observation! Grrrrrr...ingatkan dah blh balik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifth Day (21/3, Friday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea! Dr kata aku dah blh balik!!! Lepas jer dr ckp aku blh balik dlm kol 12 tu, terus aku kemas2 tunggu laki aku pick up lepas Friday prayer. Sambil tu layan balik novel Shopaholic n Scarlet Letter yang laki aku dengan baik hatinya bawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laki aku datang lepas Friday prayer tu, nurse kata ken tunggu jap sebab diorang tgh uruskan discharge. Tunggu punya tunggu pukul 5 lebih orang billing call cakap insurance mintak macam2 so kena tunggu lagi dalam lebih kurang sejam. Aku pon ckp ok lah, nak wat camner tunggu jer la. Kol 8 masih lagi takleh balik, sbb tak settle lagi ngan insurance. Dalam kol 10 baru la budak billing datang jumpa aku bagitahu berapa banyak aku kena bayar sbb insurance tak cover. RM1500++ occay!!!Diorang refuse to pay for the fee of the dr yg admit aku sebab kononnya tak related ngn aku nyer diagnosis sbb aku admitted sbb sinus n dr tu lagi gastrologist or something. Mengamuk aku!!! Terus aku call insurance n ckp yg aku admitted sebab aku batuk dah sebulan, lepas admitted baru diorang refer to ENT. He keep saying Dr Ishak tu gastrologist. Aku ckp call ler KBMC sendiri, Dr Ishak also the GP kat situ eventhough dia specialist dlm benda-benda berkaitan perut. Masa aku first dtg aku jumpa DR Ishak sbb dia GP so they can't claimed it's not related. Then bagi lak alasan yang dlm report tu aku admitted sbb sinusitis. Bangang betul, diorang yang suruh Dr Ishak tulis referral letter of course la Dr Ishak tulis sinusitis because that was the proven illness! Pastu claim yg tu discretion insurance company whether to cover or not. I raised my voice n argued that they are in breach of policy since they didn't specifically mentioned in their policy that they will only cover the expenses for the proven illness but not early diagnosis which got me admitted! N then this stupid jerk told me to go back to that Dr and ask him to write another report explaining why it took them 2 days to realise that my coughing was because of sinus and not something else! At 10 p.m. occay!! I asked to speak directly to the insurance company coz apparently this stupid Berjaya Sompo doesn't have their own customer service but outsource all claim procedures to another company yg tgh argue ngan aku tu! Aku nak marah lebih2 pon diorang takleh wat apa gak so I asked for the numbers of the insurance company. Tapi katanya I have to go through my company and my company must go through their agent to appeal for my case. Banyak giler red tape occay!!! Menyesal aku tak pakai insurance Prudential aku! Ingatkan takmo rugi since aku ada insurance coverage from my company, rupanya lagi rugi! Since dah 10 mlm and I dont want to spend another night in the hospital, so I told the girl i just paid first. I'll deal with this stupid insurance later. Budak tu nampak relieve sbb dia pon dah penat deal ngan insurance ni. Dia ckp dia pon tak pernah lagi handle insurance yg mintak macam2 cam insurance aku ni n she was suppose to go back at 1 pm! So in the end...RM1500++ melayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my Prudential agent said i can claim back from Prudential. Hopefully tak makan banyak masa sangat...kopak giler dah ni. Credit card dah max!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that's basically what happened. My nose and throat mmg bleeding jer sampai towel kena selalu ada kat tangan. Aku dibagi mc another 1 week and tomorrow baru aku start kerja balik. Mesti kerja bertimbun giler ni since 2 weeks tak masuk opis. Last Thursday plak I went for follow up n the Dr was surprised bengkak masih tak ilang n bleeding tak stop walaupun ubat yg dia kasi dah habis dah. According to him biasanya seminggu dah ilang dah. Pastu dia cakap kalau next week masih tak ok I have to undergo another surgery utk betulkan batang hidung aku lak sbb batang idung aku rupanya bengkok ke kiri and menghimpit salur udara aku. Uwaaaaaa!!! Aku dah serikkk!!! Takmo dah!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-2030473602301304902?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/2030473602301304902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=2030473602301304902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2030473602301304902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2030473602301304902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/03/hari-ini-dalam-sejarah.html' title='Hari Ini Dalam Sejarah'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-8222133065761903172</id><published>2008-03-30T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:52:03.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back to Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;You came into my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;But I'm too stupid to recognise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;That all I want is your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Oh baby I never realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All I wanna do is crawling back into your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To feel you hold me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Soothing my fears and frights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And forever we never be apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All I wanna do is finding my way back to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All I wanna do is finding my way back to your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All I wanna do is finding my way back to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All I wanna do is finding my way back to your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Oh baby I've been a fool for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;You have turn my world around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Bring me up when I'm feeling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;But I keep on asking for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Oh baby please forgive me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Take me back into your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Your love is so divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Please show me how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Let me me find my way back to your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Light up the way, lift this burden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and bring me to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-8222133065761903172?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/8222133065761903172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=8222133065761903172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/8222133065761903172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/8222133065761903172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/03/way-back-to-heaven.html' title='Way Back to Heaven'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-6236296619132388284</id><published>2008-03-07T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T13:30:05.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dah lama aku tinggalkan pondok buruk aku ni terbiar macam tu saja. I've been extremely busy. Pastu kena pulak flu n cough. Dah 2 weeks dah ni. 2 minggu ni aku rasa aku cuma kerja 3 hari jer. Terpaksa pergi specialist since this is a recurring problem, caused by my polyps. Parah jugak la poket aku bulan ni. Ni dapat mc 3 hari, aku mintak 2 hari jer tapi dr tu kasi 3 hari. Actually dia nak tahan aku kat wad tapi aku cakap aku nak balik mengundi. Hehehhee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about mengundi, besok merupakan Election Day yang ke 12 untuk Malaysia. Well, aku malas nak blogging pasal politik ni tapi entah kenapa kali ni aku macam terpanggil-panggil untuk blog about politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambrose Bierce, an American author said "&lt;span class="huge"&gt;Politics: A strife of interests masquerading as a contest of principles. The conduct of public affairs for private advantage." Well, I must say that I'm 200 per cent in agreement with him. I'm not really a fan of politics and I have little respect for politicians.  So far, the 12th Election doesn't give me any reason for me to change my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this 12th Election is the most corrupted election so far. Why? Because one particular party used the dirtiest trick in Malaysian history. Tak pernah lagi dalam history election kat Malaysia a party buat advertisement to promote itself. Shame on them. Ni mesti dah rasa tergugat and dah takder modal sampai kan boleh merendahkan martabat diorang to the lowliest pit! Do we need to be reminded of what they've done?! Well, isn't that what they are suppose to do? To build infrastructure, to promote the economic growth, take care of the welfare of the people, give education etc?! That what they are suppose to do when they are elected to be in power! Don't treat us like stupid kindergarten kids! When you are elected to create a government, all of that are your responsibility! It's not your choice! It is not your goodwill or generosity!It is your RESPONSIBILITY!!!!!Or which part of responsibility you don't understand?! Or you are too stupid to know how to spell R.E.S.P.O.N.S.I.B.I.L.I.T.Y atau dalam bahasa Melayunya T.A.N.G.G.U.N.G.J.A.W.A.B!!! Anda bertanggungjawab untuk memberikan semua itu kepada rakyat dan kerana itu jugalah rakyat membayar cukai. Jangan pulak kamu, kamu dan kamu ingat duit itu adalah duit kamu, mentang-mentang separuh dari duit itu masuk ke dalam poket kamu, kamu dan kamu, maka kamu ingat duit itu adalah duit kamu. Dan kamu dengan muka tak tahu malu nya melaung-laungkan bahawa kamu telah memberikan segala-galanya kepada rakyat tanpa rakyat meminta, dengan segalanya percuma! Padahal kamu itu sebenarnya hanyalah kuli yang dibayar oleh rakyat! Atau adakah kamu terlalu bodoh utk memahami konsep majikan dan kontraktor/konsultan?! Kamu itu hanya boleh diumpakan sebagai kontraktor/konsultan yang dilantik dan didelegasikan oleh rakyat untuk menjalankan kerja-kerja  pembagunan yang rakyat inginkan kerana rakyat tidak mempunyai masa ataupun kepakaran untuk menjalankannya. Yang rakyat ada hanyala duit iaitu cukai yang dibayar. Dan sebagai orang berduit, adalah tidak ekonomikal dan feasible untuk rakyat melakukan segalanya sendiri, kerana itulah rakyat menggaji dan melantik kamu sebagai kuli untuk menjalankannya. Dan ingat ya, ini semua tidak dilakukan dengan percuma, tetapi dibayar oleh rakyat. Maka apabila rakyat sudah mengeluarkan duit, ini bermakna rakyat adalah majikan kamu, kamu dan kamu. Maka...apabila rakyat sudah tidak berpuas hati dengan prestasi kamu ataupun tempoh kontrak kamu sudah tamat dan rakyat sudah menyampah dengan kamu, rakyat berhak untuk melantik kontraktor/konsultan atau pun menggaji kuli yang lain! Itu adalah konsep asas di dalam kontrak! Sekiranya konsep itu pun kamu, kamu dan kamu tidak dapat fahami, maka kamilah yang bodoh kerana memilih orang-orang sebodoh dan sebangang kamu untuk membentuk KERAJAAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang kamu berhak juga merayu untuk kontrak diperbaharui dengan menunjukkan track record yang cemerlang, bukannya dengan menuduh rakyat yang juga majikan kamu tidak mengenang budi kerana ingin menukar kontraktor yang lain sedangkan rakyat tidak terhutang budi apa-apa, kerana semua itu adalah DIBAYAR! Dan rakyat berhak menentukan bagaimana untuk membelanjakan WANG RAKYAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Acton, an English writer once said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely."  And honestly, I absolutely think kamu, kamu dan kamu adalah the most corrupted politicians in Malaysia, if not on earth! Shame on you and May Allah have mercy on you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-6236296619132388284?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/6236296619132388284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=6236296619132388284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/6236296619132388284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/6236296619132388284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/03/dah-lama-aku-tinggalkan-pondok-buruk.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-6899246420042491652</id><published>2008-02-13T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:05:59.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singa oh Singa</title><content type='html'>Ari ni opis aku wat tarian singa. Siap masuk kat working areas kitorang lagi. Aku dah la tgh crack my head pikir the most appropriate words for terms of the Agreement, tetiba jer tang tung tang tung berdentum kat tepi telinga! Ayyooooo....ni yg buhsan kalau company ramai cina ni. In the end, aku pon sebuk sama ambik gambo...hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2b190da578149906" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2b190da578149906%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330407022%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E3E06DF10A99CF027B73376755BE2D7743AFF2F.7AE06A19D1D112211BED35FBA009E3EB9B1432DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2b190da578149906%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMaOfPRagx3AyV88XShj66UdaUNw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2b190da578149906%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330407022%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E3E06DF10A99CF027B73376755BE2D7743AFF2F.7AE06A19D1D112211BED35FBA009E3EB9B1432DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2b190da578149906%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMaOfPRagx3AyV88XShj66UdaUNw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, saja jer aku nak pastekan kat sini videoclip adik aku nyanyi ari tu. 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huhuhuhuh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-6899246420042491652?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2b190da578149906&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3974505c63879573&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3f7623c3a2e37db1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/6899246420042491652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=6899246420042491652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/6899246420042491652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/6899246420042491652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/02/singa-oh-singa.html' title='Singa oh Singa'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-7130462315008236080</id><published>2008-02-11T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:43:49.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malassss....</title><content type='html'>Lama jugak dah aku tak updet blog ni. Bila kemalasan melanda begitulah jadinya. Banyak sebetulnya yang ingin aku kongsikan tetapi apakan daya, masa begitu mencemburui aku. Chewwahhhh....sebetulnya bukannya apa...cuma terlebih vitamin M jer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hari cuti begitu malas sekali nak buat kerja. Aku ambik cuti tambahan sehari, konon-kononnya lepas nak spare satu hari untuk buat laundry dan kemas rumah sebab cuti 4 hari balik kampung. Alih-alih aku cuma buat laundry n kemas rumah sket2 saja. Memang pemalas ya amat rasanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuti ari tu balik kampung aku kat Kelantan. Dah lama tak balik kampung, asyik ke Johor jer manjang. Bertolak dalam pukul 5 pagi sebab hubby kerja sampai malam so dia nak tidur dulu. Nasib baik jugak bertolak pukul 5 pagi, kalau tak mesti caught in the jam. Alhamdulillah masa kitorang balik tu tak jam, cuma kereta jer banyak. Sampai kampung dalam pukul 12 lebih. Tido dalam 2-3 jam pastu bangun mandi-mandi dan melangut depan tv. Bestnya rasa idup, bangun tido takyah masak, takyah kemas rumah. Hehehhee. Dalam pukul 2 lebih laki aku masih belum mandi lagi, pastu merungut bosan. Time-time tu jugak kitorang decide nak pergi mandi kat air terjun Jeram Pasu di Pasir Puteh. Sampai mak aku pon terjebak sama. On the way ke sana call pulak makcik aku yang tinggal di Pasir Puteh suruh dia siapkan anak2 dia aku nak pergi ambik. Seronok sakan anak2 dia bila dengar aku nak pick up diorang bawak pergi mandi air terjun. Sampai kat Jeram Pasu dalam pukul 5 lebih. Laki aku merungut sebab orang ramai. Nasib laa, dah namanya musim cuti. Masa kitorang datang dulu memang lah tak ramai sebab kitorang balik bukan musim cuti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam merungut orang ramai tu pon laki aku tak lepaskan peluang terjun dlm kolam. Aku la pulak yang kena melayan karenah sepupu2 aku yg berumur dari 8 hingga 3 tahun tu. Especially yang umur 3 thn tu, susah benar nak dipegang, asyik dok melompat dalam air pastu nak meniru gaya laki aku berenang. 2-3 kali tenggelam tapi tak reti serik. Di ajak naik taknak, padahal dah terketar-ketar kesejukan. Dekat pukul 7 baru diorang semua keluar dr kolam, itupun setelah dipaksa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besoknya pulak cadangnya nak pergi pantai tunggu bot nelayan sebab laki aku sibuk nak makan seafood segar. Tapi adik aku pulak suruh tolong dia cari baju untuk singing competition yang dia masuk. Nak menyanyi malam tu baru sebuk suruh aku belikan baju. Dahla saiznya susah nak cari, in the end baju yang aku beli dapat kat adik dia sebab besar dengan dia. Surprise jugak aku bila adik aku cakap dia berjaya melepasi audition untuk bintang realiti RTM peringkat Kelantan. Tak sangka pulak dia nak masuk pertandingan sebegitu since he's a bit shy during schooldays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night i went to see him sing. Sedap jugak suara adik aku ni rupanya. Malangnya aku bawa videocam tapi lupa nak masukkan tape. Handphone pulak masa tgh recording tetiba jer keluar warning low battery. So in the end aku sempat recording dia nyanyi masa part awal dan akhir jer, tengah2 ilang. Nanti la kalau aku rajin aku upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik aku sebuk suruh aku buat lirik untuk lagu yang dia compose. Tapi aku ni masih dilanda kemalasan. Kalau aku buat nanti aku suruh dia nyanyi n aku upload kat sini. Till next time...adiosss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-7130462315008236080?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/7130462315008236080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=7130462315008236080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/7130462315008236080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/7130462315008236080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/02/malassss.html' title='Malassss....'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-8820284655454248072</id><published>2008-01-09T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T19:49:09.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musim Percintaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Semusim berlalu meninggalkan percintaan kita. Percintaan yang kita lalui dengan senyum dan tawa, gurau dan senda. Tiga musim percintaan ini kita harungi tanpa badai. Hanya sekali sekala ombak menghempas namun pasir tak pernah berubah. Cinta ini tak pernah usai, sayang ini tak pernah terlerai dan ikatan ini kita simpul kukuh, musim demi musim. Musim 2007 berlalu pergi, dalam tawa dalam ria, dalam senyum yang sentiasa berbunga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Namun tatkala musim baru datang menjengah, saat suria 2008 menampakkan wajah, kita diduga dugaan maha hebat. Musim percintaan ini bagai beranjau, berduri. Besar sungguh khilafku padamu, tak tersusun rasanya jari ini memohon ampun. Percintaan ini dibakar api amarahmu, dihujani sendu pohon ampunku. Derai airmata yang membasahi pipimu, menggambar segunung sesalku. Sesungguhnya aku tak ingin musim percintaan ini berakhir di sini. Aku ingin mengharungi selamanya musim percintaan ini, silih berganti bersamamu. Namun berat benar beban ini ku galas, kau berlalu dalam murka, ku membisu dalam duka. Airmatamu meruntun sesalku, meruntuh egoku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Berhari lamanya ku pendam rinduku. Rindu gurau sendamu, senyum tawamu, peluk ciummu. Aku ingin lena dalam pelukanmu, tidur dalam dakapanmu. Entah berapa banyak airmata ini tumpah keranamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Tiba-tiba kau hadir kembali. Hadir membawa kembali suria dalam hidupku. Ehsanmu memaafkanku. Belasmu mengampunkanku. Katamu sebesar mana pun khilafku, kau rela mengampunkanku. Seburuk manapun aku, aku tetap isterimu. Sejahat mana pun aku, aku tetap cintamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kekasihku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Aku bersyukur memilikimu sebagai suamiku. Cekalmu, sabarmu, matangmu dalam melayari bahtera ini meruntuh sombongku, mencair egoku. Sesungguhnya aku lah insan paling bertuah, aku memiliki cintamu dan musim percintaan ini masih lagi menjadi milikku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Suamiku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dari lubuk hatiku yang paling dalam, terima kasih kerana menjadikan aku isterimu, terima kasih kerana mengampunkan khilafku dan... terima kasih kerana membenarkan aku untuk terus mencintaimu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Semoga Abadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kau datang bagaikan mimpi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kau hadir daku sedari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sekian lama kunanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kau di sini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mungkin kehendak Ilahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Segalanya kujalani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Biar lelap tidurmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dipelukku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cinta ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kupersembahkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Setulus hati kasih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kepadamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Seandainya engkau mengerti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hanya kau yang kumiliki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dalam hidupku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kasih sayang ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Semoga abadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kan kubawa sampai akhir nanti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;what if i never knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;what if i never found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'd never have this feeling in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;how did this come to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i dont know how you found me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but from the moment i saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;deep inside my heart i knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;baby you're my destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you and I were meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;with all my heart and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i give my love to have and hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and as far as i can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you were always meant to be my destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i wanted someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;someone that i could hold on to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and give my love until the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but forever was just a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;something i'd only heard about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but now you're always there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;when you say forever i believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;baby you're my destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you and me were meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;with all my heart and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i give my love to have and hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and as far as i can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you were always meant to be my destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;maybe all we need is just a lilttle faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;cause baby i believe that love will find the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;baby you're my destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you and i were meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;with all my heart and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i give my love to have and hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and as far as i can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;for now until eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were always meant to be my destiny....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-8820284655454248072?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/8820284655454248072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=8820284655454248072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/8820284655454248072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/8820284655454248072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2008/01/musim-percintaan.html' title='Musim Percintaan'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-3708697479565973762</id><published>2007-12-26T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T00:00:18.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sleepyhead Story.....ZzzzZzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I am sleepy. In fact I am so sleepy I'm dozing on my laptop. So much to write, so little time to share. Mmmmm....let me get my beauty sleep first, I am literally walking on air or maybe I am an airhead now? lol. I am high above the sky! Yippie!!!! I'm feeling a bit drowsy, wonderfully cheery, chirpy and a bit crazy in the head. Darn!!! I'm having the curse again! The curse of not having enough oxygen in my head due to not enuff sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Okay guys. I'm sleepy! Dozing on my laptop....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ZzzZzzzZzzz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-3708697479565973762?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/3708697479565973762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=3708697479565973762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3708697479565973762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3708697479565973762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/12/sleepyhead-storyzzzzzzzz.html' title='A Sleepyhead Story.....ZzzzZzzz'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-9108172275260673893</id><published>2007-12-18T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T16:35:01.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Feeling Drained...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;God! I'm feeling so drained...so melancholic...so stressed up! Don't know why...maybe because of having my periodic menstruation, or maybe because of reading the entries in NHK, Vaart and Green Apple's blogs. Or maybe because my best buddy Ina who flew to Yemen to follow what her heart wants. Feels like I have accomplished nothing compared to their accomplishments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I really envy Green Apple for her bravery in venturing out into business by herself. And I envy Vaart and NHK for their success in conquering Mount Kinabalu. I envy Ina for her courage in leaving her life behind to pursue what she wants and what she believes. Oh My! I'm so small compared to them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Life is hectic. Sometimes I wonder why I work my butt out when what I get every month is only my monthly salary, which not even enough for me to live comfortably! I have dreams and hopes. I keep hanging onto them but I'm to afraid to put my foot down and try to achive them. I need to loosen up. Gosh! I need a blue sky holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-9108172275260673893?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/9108172275260673893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=9108172275260673893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/9108172275260673893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/9108172275260673893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-feeling-drained.html' title='I&apos;m Feeling Drained...'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-4123480224500073459</id><published>2007-12-12T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T20:19:29.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wello....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Dah lama aku tak update blog ni ye. aku terlebihlah busy nyer skrg, terlebih vitamin M nak update pon ada gak. Kena pulak dengan cuaca yang makin tidak menentu sekarang ni, asyik nak berlingkar dalam selimut jer kalau time time duduk rumah tu. Kena pulak laki ada kat rumah kan. Hehehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bercakap pasal cuaca, aku baru jer baca blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bluueek-ptuuiih.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;si abang comel ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Aku faham apa yang dilalui oleh nya sebab aku pun hari Isnin lepas dah menghabiskan satu kotak tisu kerana hingus yang meleleh. Lepas tu balik kerja menggigil gigil demam, pagi besoknya badan kejap panas kejap ok. Aku sms kat bos ckp aku tak sihat and then sambung tido sbb badan mmg tak sedap giler. Bila kebah sikit and rasa larat nak drive aku bangun pi klinik.Tapi yang hampehnya bila aku pi klinik temperature aku ok plak. Bil aku mintak mc doktor tu ckp temperature ok, dia takmo kasi. Bila aku ckp pagi tu aku menggigil dia ckp pagi lain citer. Lenkali datang bila tengah demam tu. Hangin satu badan aku. Mangkuk hayun tol, kalau dah nak angkat kepala pon tak larat camner aku nak drive pi klinik ko ngok! Nak suruh laki aku usung aku?! Maunya patah pinggang laki aku mengusung aku yg berat nak mampus ni!. Last-last aku dpt gak mc, tu pun diiringi dengan bebelan doktor tu. Tu yg aku menyampah dtg klinik yg famous ni, dahla mahal nak mampus, bagi ubat panadol, ubat batuk ngan ubat selsema pon aku kena charge dkt RM40! Nak buat camner, klinik yang aku selalu pi tu tutup la plak semalam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Tu belum lagi citer pasal dr yg tanya sakit apa? Kenapa awak kejap demam kejap tak? Kenapa awak batuk? Ngok betul! Buat apa aku bayar ko mahal mahal kalau aku sendiri blh jawab apa sakit aku?! Kenapa aku sakit?! Apa ubat yang sesuai?! Pastu ada yang lebih ngok siap pulak ckp kita pura-pura sakit bila dia tak jumpa anything wrong ngan kita and takleh diagnose. Ko ingat aku saja-saja nak perabihkan duit jumpa ko?! Kalau aku jumpa ko setakat nak dapat mc takde maknanya aku bayar mahal-mahal. Setakat mc tu aku blh beli kat kaunter jer. Berlambak klinik lain yang jual mc kat kaunter! Ni yg buat aku makin sakit ni....sakit hati!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Okla...besok besok aku sambung bebelan aku. Aku nak blah dah. Banyak yang aku nak bebel ni sebenarnya. Almaklumlah dah lama tak update. Will bebel soon. Chiaooo!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-4123480224500073459?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/4123480224500073459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=4123480224500073459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4123480224500073459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4123480224500073459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/12/wello.html' title='Wello....'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-1569039642250612231</id><published>2007-12-01T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T22:44:35.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrr</title><content type='html'>Stress...punya la banyak aku taip semuanya ilang. Okla guys...later la aku update. Dah fed up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-1569039642250612231?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/1569039642250612231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=1569039642250612231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1569039642250612231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1569039642250612231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/12/grrrrr.html' title='Grrrrr'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-2200888766912996762</id><published>2007-11-20T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:03:12.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saje Jer Nak Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sesungguhnya aku telah diserang kanan dan kiri oleh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://comatosewithbraindamage.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pompuan ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://undressingcouture.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pompuan ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bluueek-ptuuiih.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mamat ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://symptomoftheuniverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mamat ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; (yang tak reti reti update blog tapi bising suwuh orang update blog) dan juga &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;misa &lt;/span&gt;sebab dah lama tak update blog. Maka dengan ini aku pon meluangkan masa ku yang begitu berharga ini untuk menghapdet blog kesayanganku ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aku dalam berkeadaan sedikit tertekan. Masalahnya aku tak tahu apa yang membuatkan aku tertekan! Muahahahahah. Bley gitu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Actually, aku telah dikejar oleh orang-orang yang dok promote buat MLM. Kononnya it's not MLM but it is a franchise networking instead, which is a bollock considering the fact it is still the same despite the difference in name! I was actually interested but the thing is, they called me day and night, almost 2-3 times a day sampaikan dari interested aku terus hilang interest. What pissed me off was that they even called me at my office phone during office hour when I was extremely busy! I almost told them 'fuck off!' sebab tension asyik menjawab telefon diorang. Don't they know the meaning of giving space?! Sampaikan I got so traumatised and stuffed my handphone in tissue box everytime its ringing! In the end, I told them I don't want to proceed because I can't commit in term of money as well as 'time'. So paham paham sendiri la kan bila aku cakap 'time' tu kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway, these last few weeks I got new 'fetish'. Wakakakakak...fetish la plak. It's not really a 'fetish' laa, it's a mania. Semenjak dua menjak ni aku giler memasak, in particular baking. Sampaikan laki aku bimbang nak kasi duit dapur sebab takut aku habiskan untuk beli barang2 baking. Wakakakak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Mula-mula aku buat nasi dagang sebab opis wat open house. Sampai kol 3 aku dok mengukus nasi dagang ngan masak lauk pauk since aku start masak lambat sbb sebelum tu pergi open house rumah sepupu aku kat USJ. Dahla masa tengah masak tu gas aku abis la plak. Kesian laki aku kol 11 mlm aku kerah dia pi cari gas. Nasib baik dapat. Pastu masa tengah masak kari ayam tu baru aku perasan santan tak cukup. Terpaksa laa aku 'matikan' rempah jer, pagi tu berkejar beli santan segera and letak santan. Pastu malang la plak, masa bawak datang ofis kari ayam tu tumpah lak dalam kereta. Mengamuk laki aku sebab kari ayam aku telah merasmikan kereta barunya. Wakakakaka. Masa time open house tu pulak, nasi dagang aku abis dulu sampaikan aku sendiri pon tak dpt rasa, dahlah aku langsung tak tinggalkan kt rumah. Pastu plak ramai komplen sbb tak sempat rasa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Next week nyer aku plak aku wat pulak trifle bawak pi umah sepupu aku wat open house. Siap letak kiwi and strawberry semua sampaikan sepupu aku takmo potong hidang kat orang ramai, dia letak dlm peti ais sbb dia nak tunggu semua orang blah baru dia nak potong utk family members jer. Pastu balik mlm tu aku belasah plak wat cream puff, kol 1 a.m baru abis bakar semua. Pagi tu bawak dtg opis, punyer la hepi bebudak opis aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2-3 hari lepas tu aku wat plak cup cakes. Laki aku jadi mangsa tukang pukul mentega. heheheheh. tensen dia. Tapi bab makan tak plak dia tensen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam kelmarin lak aku belasah wat ni. (Dah belasah semua baru teringat nak ambik gambar. hehehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134866920692089586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/R0K2QjjBgvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZvoWHgbqZ0c/s320/18-11-07_2343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Boleh tu rasa still stress, so selongkar-selongkar aku nampak beras nasi dagang masih ada. So aku belasah wat nasi dagang plak. Sampaikan member2 opis aku ckp if that is the effect when I'm stressed out, diorang tak kisah kalau aku stress everyday pon. Wakakakak (aku mmg akan giler masak kalau aku stress).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Semalam aku pi beli barang buat kek lagik. Ingatnya nak wat carrot+walnut cake. Tapi awal2 lagik aku buang resit sbb aku spend almost RM50 utk barang2 buat cake. Sebelum laki aku menjerit dan soal aku ke mana ilangnya duit dapur baik aku buang resit tu kan? Wakakakakak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla...aku nak balik sekarang. Sebelum tu aku nak pi intai Cold Storage kat bawah ni, nak beli prune ngan horlicks. Cam nak buat kek prune la plak. Heheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually aku dlm mood nak mengutuk gak ni. Nanti la, besok2 aku uploadkan plak kutukan2 aku tu. Chiaooo beb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-2200888766912996762?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/2200888766912996762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=2200888766912996762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2200888766912996762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2200888766912996762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/11/saje-jer-nak-update.html' title='Saje Jer Nak Update'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/R0K2QjjBgvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZvoWHgbqZ0c/s72-c/18-11-07_2343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16795099.post-3515912772401705493</id><published>2007-10-31T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T19:07:15.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Where was I? Hmmmm..oh ya! Talking abt my Raya yg dah basi! Life has been very hectic lately. Ayooo...with trying to find money to start business and then work and then rumah....ayoooo...i'm getting crazy already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, talking about my sister's wedding on the 3rd day of Raya, it was a crazy but not so glitzy affair. It was double if not triple the original cost because everything got so expensive. Thank God also we didn't have to pay for catering because we cook ourselves. And we also didn't need to pay for photographer coz my brother's friend who is a professional photographer willing to help. We just need to pay him RM50!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RyheLDhjWlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EBw51-ggblQ/s1600-h/_ICT0086(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127451719778916946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RyheLDhjWlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EBw51-ggblQ/s320/_ICT0086(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/Ryhc-zhjWjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/08V8gEYUaaU/s1600-h/_ICT0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127450409813891634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/Ryhc-zhjWjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/08V8gEYUaaU/s320/_ICT0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RyhcZDhjWiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SSukDeI5Kwc/s1600-h/_ICT0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127449761273829922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RyhcZDhjWiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SSukDeI5Kwc/s320/_ICT0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was quite pissed with my sister actually for being impatience and inconsiderate. Well, she's always spoilt and she's young but what pissed me more is the guy's side coz keep pushing even though my parents had already voiced out that they didn't have money. I told my mom if they were so adamant to see their son got married quickly, they should support our kenduri! But tak nak pulak!!!Grrrr!!! In the end all of us (me, my elder sister and my aunts and uncles) have to chip in what little money we have. Because of that, me rabak giler lepas raya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RyhfeDhjWmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8yt1XoqtDhY/s1600-h/_ICT0103(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127453145708059234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RyhfeDhjWmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8yt1XoqtDhY/s320/_ICT0103(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127448373999393298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RyhbIThjWhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZzfreyoDMbU/s320/_ICT0086(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, Alhamdulillah, despite everything all ended well. My sister pon dah selamat jadi isteri orang. But I still think she's too young since she's only 21 years old. Well, what to do, dia rasa dia dah ready nak pikul tanggungjawab sbg isteri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I was exhausted when I got back here. Mana taknya, balik Kelantan sehari sblm Raya and we had to spent 13 hours in the car because of the massive jam. Bila sampai Kelantan need to get ready for Raya. Sempat beraya on the first day only, the second day we had to prepare for majlis akad malamnya. The third raya pulak kenduri. Fourth raya majlis bertandang di pihak lelaki plus my anak sepupu also got married on the same day plus lagik my auntie buat kenduri kesyukuran. It was crazy and exhausting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, it was memorable also laa because we got a visit from somebody that all of us respect and admire. It was really a shocker because he visited us despite his busy schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RyhZRThjWeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WzMLFeB645c/s1600-h/16-10-07_1213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127446329594960354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RyhZRThjWeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WzMLFeB645c/s320/16-10-07_1213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RyhZDjhjWdI/AAAAAAAAADw/e0CpHSIE0OY/s1600-h/16-10-07_1209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127446093371759058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RyhZDjhjWdI/AAAAAAAAADw/e0CpHSIE0OY/s320/16-10-07_1209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127445144183986626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RyhYMThjWcI/AAAAAAAAADo/K1x9QYTRlmY/s320/16-10-07_1214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RyhXhDhjWbI/AAAAAAAAADg/fWEfaGRZBco/s1600-h/16-10-07_1201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127444401154644402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RyhXhDhjWbI/AAAAAAAAADg/fWEfaGRZBco/s320/16-10-07_1201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of him, my husband jadi bersopan and pendiam. Teruk laki aku kena bantai gelak dengan adik2 aku sbb tetiba jer jadi bersopan santun. Laki aku ckp gerun sbb abah suruh dia duduk sebelah Tok Guru, laki aku takut tetiba jer Tok Guru suruh dia baca doa ker apa ker. Seriau katanya. Ekekekkeke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127447540775737858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RyhaXzhjWgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KqxXOMo_eSM/s320/_ICT0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-3515912772401705493?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/3515912772401705493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=3515912772401705493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3515912772401705493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3515912772401705493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/10/gosh-part-2.html' title='Gosh Part 2'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RyheLDhjWlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EBw51-ggblQ/s72-c/_ICT0086(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16795099.post-4923002044834295425</id><published>2007-10-26T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T20:55:17.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello all. Sorry guys for not updating my blog. I know for sure NHK, Ina and Yanti keep checking out my blog for new updates. Heheheh...maaf dr hujung rambut sampai ujung kaki, i was soooo super duper busy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how was Raya? For me, raya this year was a crazy affair! My youngest sister got married on the 3rd day of raya and it was crazily 'planned organized disorganizely unplanned' event (i'm talking gibberish again). Why i say that? Well, it was Raya maa! You may have planned to invite only 100 people but 500 people will turn up coz they wanted to also 'beraya'. Plus, expect the unexpected uninvited guests coz they come for beraya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayarkhh...need to go now la plak. Well...I'll update you guys later. Ciaooo for now. Bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-4923002044834295425?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/4923002044834295425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=4923002044834295425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4923002044834295425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4923002044834295425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/10/gosh.html' title='Gosh!!!'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-1634458339898271270</id><published>2007-10-10T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:10:41.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="300" alt="Selamat Hari Raya" src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/2889/salamrayacypherje7.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11;color:#999999;"   &gt;[Friendmaster.blogspot.com]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me terlampau bz. Tak sempat nak update entry. Just want to wish those yang sanggup menjenguk my humble abode ni Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri dan maaf zahir dan bati. Jenguk-jenguklah selalu yer walaupun yang empunya diri jarang2 mengupdate. Berhati-hati di jalan raya dan juga di lebuh raya serta di hari raya. Assalamualaikum wa marhaban ya eidul fitri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-1634458339898271270?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/1634458339898271270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=1634458339898271270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1634458339898271270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1634458339898271270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/10/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-1578488658543716237</id><published>2007-09-25T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T15:32:41.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How More Bangang They Can Be?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I meant to write this when I first heard the news. My initial reaction was , &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What!!!How come people this bangang can hold high office in the government?! How more bangang they can be?!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I don't know what is wrong with our government. Or is it our legislative or judicial systems? But &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;systems are created by those in power right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So meaning there must be something wrong with those people in power?! Or are they just plain stupid but managed to secure office because they have money to pay to those unfortunate people to vote for them? Hmmm...that can be (or may be definitely) the case. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe their brains are just as big as their dicks (Opss, pardon my French), but they have egoes as big as their lusts (Opps. pardon my French again). Have no balls but want to show that they are manly enough! Hello!!It doesn't work that way. If you have no balls you better go operate yourself and get vagina instead!&lt;/em&gt; (I am so damned pissed!) &lt;em&gt;Or maybe they have balls, but their scrotum cannot generate enough semen to show that they are men enough so in the end the balls just left hanging between their legs! That's why they stay in the office just to 'goyang telor' instead of doing real work and thinking for the people, like what they are being paid for!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Kalau bab naikkan elaun menteri pandai aje, tapi bab buat kerja macam *tut*. Lepas tu pandai cakap, &lt;strong&gt;"You shouldn't make a big fuss of it, they deserve the raise, they have been working so hard for the people. If they are being paid better, they'll definitely can work better. They'll be more effective in handling and solving people's problems."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yeah right! Kiss my a**! (&lt;/em&gt;Opps! Pardon my French again!). Typical politicians! Always want more money, something for themselves before doing the job that they are appointed for! And I bet some of them only meet their so called people once every 5 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are wondering what I'm blabbering about, well, have you heard about the Goverment's plan to take action against Nurin Jazlin's parents? They claimed those unlucky and pitiful parents were negligent in taking care of their children. How dare those stupid assholes make that kind of statement?!! They don't event know what actually transpired! Will taking action against Nurin's parents will bring Nurin back to life? Will taking action against Nurin's parents stop those psycho killers from striking out again? Will taking action against Nurin's parents guarantees our children's safety? Will taking action against Nurin's parents make Malaysia a safer country? If the answers to all these questions are no, then for what purpose? To make parents more careful? To make parents more aware&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello?! Who want their children to be in that position? Who want their children to be molested and then murdered in most inhuman and dreadful manners? Unless they are those sicko, animalistic parents who can be categorised in the same category of those psychotic, schizophrenic, mad killers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kids being kids, sometimes even after we have taken every precautions available, they still do whatever they want to do. Because kids are creative, their sense of adventure is high, their eagerness to learn is abundant. Unless if we lock them up in our house, or we force them to wear GPRS anklet or whatever tracing device available, we can never expect them to obediently follow our orders. It is impossible for us to keep track of their whereabout every single minutes. And we cannot possibly shackle them to any poles in our houses right? Because then we will be charge for unlawful imprisonment! See?! Talking about dumb and dumber. And the award for dumbest lawmaker goes to.....jeng jeng jeng!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We, the citizens of Malaysia, are not all rich and powerful you know. Some of us have to hold 2-3 jobs just to feed our mouths. Not all of us have the money to employ nannies or maids. We have to do everything with our bare two hands. &lt;strong&gt;Unlike you, you and you...who have swindled enough money you can even employ somebody to wash your shit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Please laa...i bet all of them learn maths in school. &lt;strong&gt;They should start calculating the living cost against the monthly salary of almost 50% of Malaysians and see the result.&lt;/strong&gt; But i guess they do not know to calculate, that is why when they hiked up the petrol price they still use the same old reasoning, &lt;strong&gt;"Our petrol price is still the lowest in the region, the government still subsidise billions. The people will not be burdened by government's decision. It is just a minor hiked up."&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah right! Learn to calculate la bro! Dahla everytime petrol naik harga harga barang pon naik rega, even taugeh pon naik rega. Kononnya sebab production kos diorang bertambah sebab petrol naik harga. &lt;strong&gt;Macam la kau pi hantar taugeh tu sebatang demi sebatang kat kedai!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm not saying that I can run the government better than them. I'm not saying that I'm smarter than that. But, common la. Even those yang fail SPM pon blh nampak kepincangan legislative system kita. You are elected to put people's interests ahead of you, to think for the people, to take care of the people...bukan untuk mengisi tembolok sendiri. So...start doing your job and earn your money in honourable way! Stop dangling your balls and start moving your asses! Do your jobs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-1578488658543716237?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/1578488658543716237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=1578488658543716237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1578488658543716237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1578488658543716237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-more-bangang-they-can-be.html' title='How More Bangang They Can Be?!'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-2106686646240122445</id><published>2007-09-24T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T15:31:44.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Sekeping Tempe</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sudah masuk 12 hari rupanya kita berpuasa. Sedar tak sedar cuma tinggal lebih kurang 2 minggu untuk Syawal menjelma. Aku dengan hubby baru tersedar rupa-rupanya kami tidak menjahit hatta sepasang baju raya sekali pun. Kena beli siap la nampaknya. Tapi masalahnya dengan hubby aku ni, selalu jer kes baju besar seluar kecik sebab dia kan setiap tahun maju ke depan kaedahnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lebih kurang 2 minggu berpuasa, boleh dikira dengan jari aku dengan hubby berbuka puasa di rumah. Dan aku masak untuk berbuka puasa?...hmmm, tak abis sebelah jari pun. Maklumlah, ofis bagi pelepasan pukul 5. Tapi biasanya paling-paling awal aku keluar pun pukul 5.30. Lepas tu nak beat the traffic lagi. Sampai Gombak dah dekat pukul 7. Confirm tak sempat masak. Nak kena berenti kt bazaar Ramadhan la pulak beli makanan. By the time sampai rumah azan dah kedengaran. Lebih senang berbuka di luar saja. Lepas solat maghrib balik rumah. Lagipun aku dan hubby tak cerewet berbuka. Cukup sekadar 2-3 biji kurma atau kuih muih. Terutama hubby, dia lebih suka berbuka dengan kuih muih, semput katanya kalau terus berbuka dengan nasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hujung minggu sahaja aku berkesempatan untuk memasak. Itupun biasanya selepas lebih kurang setengah jam berbuka samada dengan kurma atau kuih muih dan selepas solat, baru kami akan makan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Malam tadi menu aku untuk berbuka ialah tomyam campur, tempe goreng dan sambal kicap. Aku sengaja masak lambat sebab aku tahu hubby biasanya taknak terus berbuka dengan makanan berat. Jadi semalam azan dah kedengaran aku masih lagi berperang di dapur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Setelah berbuka ala kadar dan solat maghrib, aku kembali ke dapur untuk menggoreng tempe. Sedang aku memotong tempe tidak semena-mena mata aku berair. Teringat dekat arwah ayah (atuk aku). Semasa hayatnya, arwah cukup gemar makan tempe digoreng dengan garam kunyit. Memandangkan di Kelantan cuma di pasar besar sahaja ada orang menjual tempe, biasanya pakcik aku akan membekalkan tempe untuk arwah kalau sesekali arwah datang ke Kuala Lumpur. Tidak semena-mena rindu aku pada arwah membuak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tahun ni tahun kedua kami akan beraya tanpa arwah. Biasanya pada hari raya, selepas bersembahyang raya kami akan terus ke rumahnya memandangkan rumahnya hanya terletak di belakang masjid. Kami akan bersarapan di sana dan memohon ampun dan maaf daripada arwah dan mek. Aku dan kakak biasanya akan memberikan duit raya sekurang-kurangnya RM50 seorang bagi kedua-duanya. Aku akan memeluk dan mencium kedua-duanya sebelum memberikan duit raya. Arwah selalu kelihatan tidak selesa apabila aku memeluk dan menciumnya tetapi biasanya dia tak akan menghalang. Maklumlah, hanya aku sahaja cucunya yang selalu memeluk dan menciumnya tiap kali hari raya atau apabila aku akan pulang ke KL. Arwah selalunya akan memberitahu orang lain bahawa dia boleh berbelanja sekurang-kurangnya untuk 2 minggu dengan duit yang kami adik beradik berikan. Sepupu-sepupu aku yang lain sering berkecil hati kerana arwah selalu memuji kami adik beradik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tetapi tahun lepas dan tahun ini cuma tinggal mek. Walaupun sudah dua tahun arwah pergi, kehadirannya bagai masih kami rasai, masih kami rindui. Pada bulan Ramadhan bulan seribu rahmat ini aku pohon agar rohnya dicucuri rahmat dan barakah dari Nya. Insya Allah, Syawal yang bakal menjelang nanti akan aku sirami pusaranya dengan air mawar. Ya Allah, ku pohon semoga roh Ayah aman dan bahagia di sana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-2106686646240122445?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/2106686646240122445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=2106686646240122445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2106686646240122445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2106686646240122445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/09/kisah-sekeping-tempe.html' title='Kisah Sekeping Tempe'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-8337091190380694213</id><published>2007-09-21T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T14:09:45.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Satu Malam di Bulan Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Satu malam, si isteri keletihan yang amat sangat dan masih berbaju kerja telah tertidur di hadapan TV pada pukul 9 malam. Maka si suami pun menyalakan ubat nyamuk dan mengebas-ngebas tilam. Si suami mengejutkan si siteri untuk tidur di dalam bilik. Si isteri yang mamai hanya menurut sahaja dan merebahkan badan ke tilam empuk yang telah tersedia itu. Si suami pun menyelimutkan si isteri dan si isteri terus lena dibuai mimpi, tidak sedar bila si suami masuk tidur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tatkala si isteri sedang enak bermimpi tiba-tiba telinganya sayup-sayup menangkap bunyi sesuatu. Dia pantas terjaga dari tidur yang lena:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(cemas) Bang bangun cepat bang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Suami:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mmmm (Sambil membalikkan badan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bangunlah cepat bang! (Sambil menggoyangkan badan suami)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Suami:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Terkebil-kebil) Kenapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Cepat bang, dah azan. Pergi minum air. Apasal tak kunci jam, dah tak sempat sahur ni, minum air jer sempat...tu laa, saper suruh tak kunci jam..bla..bla..bla (Sambil membebel sebab suami tak kunci jam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Suami:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lerrr. Tak sempat sahur lagi, tahun lepas pun camni jugak. (Sambil kembali menarik selimut)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arakian begitulah kisahnya. Sekian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-8337091190380694213?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/8337091190380694213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=8337091190380694213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/8337091190380694213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/8337091190380694213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/09/cerita-satu-malam-di-bulan-ramadhan.html' title='Cerita Satu Malam di Bulan Ramadhan'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-5162749633441615702</id><published>2007-09-20T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:22:13.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's been a week since the holy month of Ramadhan started. It has been a hectic Ramadhan week for me. I've been overloaded with work (well not really laaa, just like to besar-besarkan story. heheheh) and everything has been delivered with a message...first priority, urgent! Ayyooo...I only have 2 hands meh. But thankfully, I managed to clear almost everything hence the hiatus in updating this humble abode of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last Monday was the busiest of all. I had 2 meetings and everybody seemed to be looking for me. My phone almost continuously ringing. Everybody wanted his/her agreement to be reviewed first coz at 5.30 p.m that day, everyone must clear the office and go to Berjaya Hotel for our internal launching of brand name and product. I was quite proud actually coz eventhough I was only in my second month there, but I know I am also a part of the team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But I didn't really like our new company name though coz I think it is too corny to be considered fun and hip. lol. But I guess they want it to be easier to remember and they think it is appealing to the mass market. Well, who am I to say otherwise. Those people should know better, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To give you all a brief glimpse of our key product, we are the newest mobile operator having the 3G license in the market and our brand would be the 018. Our key product would be the live TV whereby the subscribers can watch TV from their mobile phones. Our mobile TV will be different from others coz we will be the first mobile operator in Malaysia that use DVB-H technology instead of packet transmission technology. In another word, the quality will be better than the mobile phone tv using 3G technology or internet TV using packet technology coz there'll be no buffering or streaming. It will be as if we are watching normal tv, it just that it is transmitted via our mobile phone. Beside that, we will also provide the normal voice service, broadband etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We have yet to launch our product to mass market, at this stage, the product is launch for trial for selected people only. Insya Allah, we'll fully go into market this November. So watch out guys/girls. For those who are interested to know more, you can go to our website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.u.com.my/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;www.u.com.my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;. (My company should give me something for doing free marketing. hahahaha). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, that's the story of my working life. Now back to my personal life. Me and hubby were thinking of buying a new car since our car is not fit for long distance travels anymore. But the thing is, we don't have the money to pay d/payment and me being me, I don't want to buy national car coz the interest would be higher and hence the monthly installments would be almost the same as imported cars. Plus, the maintenance for national cars would be higher and normally you're bound to find major problems with them after 5 years. Not to say that my patriotism is zilch for not supporting national cars but that is the fact. Sometimes I don't understand why the government campaining for 'pengguna bijak' (clever customers) and at the same time campaigning for 'belilah barangan buatan malaysia' (please buy Malaysian products) coz both campaigns contradict each other! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To become a clever customer, I must evaluate the price, quality, maintenance etc of the product, right? Hence, imported cars. But then when we diligently follow and support the campaign of 'pengguna bijak', they'll accuse us of not being patriotik enuff coz we ditched national cars over imported cars. Hello!!!Look at the quality of national cars especially Proton! Plus I don't know why the hell they keep hiking the interest rate for national cars if the main aim is to promote the sale of national cars! In the end the nett price is almost the same with better quality cars! S****d bunch of people trying to be smart a*******! Grrrr! (Alamakk! aku puasa ni!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So far the only national car brand that I think managed to buy customers' trust for cheap, reliable and quality cars is PERODUA (or at lease they continuously upgrade and improve their quality). And some more doing that without government's grant! I really salute them man! At least their prices are cheap enough eventhough the interest rate is like siol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Enough of my blabber about the quality of national cars (or am i blabbering about the quality of our government? Errrr...), going back to my story of not having enough money to pay the deposit. Luckily my mom in law offers to lend us the money. Alhamdulillah! Sayangggg mak mertua aku. hehehehe. Me and hubby were laughing coz after 3 years of marriage and several years of working, we still need to borrow money from mak. Ayyoooo...so malu maaa! But what to do. I just hope we'll get more rezeki and manage to find money to send both of our parents for hajj. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then another problem, I was worried of our future budget coz I have to allocate few hundreds for my brothers who are still schooling in IPT. Camner ni? Laughing again with hubby coz we can't seem to enjoy our hard earned money as both of us have commitments. In the end, hubby said, "Tawakkal jer laa. Insya Allah cukup, kena berjimat la sikit. Kita cari jer la duit sama-sama" So, me and hubby decided not to forego our plan and we made a booking. Insya Allah, before raya we'll get our car. Yiehaaa!!! Kereta raya maaa! Hehehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So now, I have to work harder to get more translation or consultation projects so that I'll have enough money to pay for everything and my brothers won't have to ikat perut in college. Those of you yang ada nak pakai translator, legal advice, company secretarial advice, auditing etc, hulur hulur la yer. Hehehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Till we meet again. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-5162749633441615702?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/5162749633441615702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=5162749633441615702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5162749633441615702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5162749633441615702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again!!!'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-5341356715345178701</id><published>2007-09-14T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T12:54:59.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satu Hari di Bulan Ramadhan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Satu hari di bulan Ramadhan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(Kringg kringgg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Suami:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hello...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(cemas)&lt;/em&gt; Bang, macam mana saya nak naik LRT ni? Duit takder ni, lupa nak ambik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Suami:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Laaa, takkan takder langsung?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ada, tapi tak cukup dua puluh sen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Suami:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Takkan takde. Terselit-selit dalam handbag pon takder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Takder...confirm. Dah habis selongkar dah ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Suami:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gelak-gelak)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Alahai, miskin bebenor isteri saya ni! Habis macam mana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; (Gelak jugak) Awak tunggu saya kat pintu keluar, nanti awak hulur duit 20 sen kat saya, boleh tambah kat kaunter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Suami:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Boleh ke macam tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Boleh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Suami:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Oklah, tapi lambat sikit laa. Biasa lah bulan puasa, jalan mesti jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kalau macam tu kena bukak puasa kat kedai la. Mana sempat nak balik rumah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Suami:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hmmm...saya pon cuma ada RM5 je ni. Tadi si polan pinjam duit. Dalam bank pon takder dah ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gelak lagi)&lt;/em&gt; Aduiii, papa kedana benar suami saya. Takper, dalam akaun saya rasanya ada seratus lagi. Cukup laa setakat nak berbuka kat luar tu. Dua hari lagi kan awak dah gaji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Suami:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gelak)&lt;/em&gt; Yer laa yer laa. Tunggu jer laa saya kat situ. Nanti saya sampai. Miskin benar bunyi nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Setelah mentertawakan diri mereka berdua, maka si isteri pon membeli tiket LRT dengan duit yang dimiliki tapi berhenti di stesen paling akhir i.e. nilai tiketnya kurang sebanyak 70 sen. Setelah menunggu lebih kurang setengah jam dan melayan buku Moby Dick yang dibawa untuk waktu-waktu menunggu macam tu, si suami pun sampai. Si isteri bergegas ke pintu keluar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Suami:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Cik, isteri saya terbeli tiket tak cukup nilai. Kat mana nak tambah nilai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Guard:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Naik kat mana tadi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kat Hang Tuah. Saya beli tiket untuk ke Maluri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Guard:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Berapa nilai tiket tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;RM1.20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Guard:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Tiket sini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;RM1.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Guard:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Takperlah, jalan sajalah. Bulan-bulan puasa ni setakat 70 sen tu kira halal lah. (sambil mengambil tiket)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Suami dan isteri:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Terima kasih cik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ketawa lagi)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well...it's not so bad marrying somebody without money. At least we have jolly good times laughing at each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to" - Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-5341356715345178701?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/5341356715345178701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=5341356715345178701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5341356715345178701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5341356715345178701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/09/satu-hari-di-bulan-ramadhan.html' title='Satu Hari di Bulan Ramadhan...'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-1037181806780168499</id><published>2007-09-11T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:38:37.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suatu Hari Itu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Suatu hari itu, seorang isteri berbual-bual dengan suaminya;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dialog pertama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Abang, kenapa abang tak kaya macam laki si polan tu? Untung si polan tu, walaupun suaminya tak hensem tapi kaya, mintak apa pon dapat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Suami&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Awak nak ke saya kaya, setiap hari di goda wanita jelita, body solid, silap-silap haribulan awak dapat madu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(dalam hati)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Betul jugak. Alhamdulillah husband aku tak kaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dialog kedua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eh, tu macam si polan, kenalan saya kat universiti dulu. Cantik kan si polan tu? Dia menjadi pujaan ramai di universiti dulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Suami:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(memandang sekilas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Biasa jer. Kenapa asyik rasa orang cantik? Cuba rasa diri sendiri tu cantik, menarik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saya ni cantik ke bang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Suami:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kalau awak tak cantik di mata saya, saya tak kawin dengan awak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(terawang-awang, malam tu tidur dalam senyuman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kesimpulannya, bersyukurlah dengan apa yang kita ada. Sesungguhnya Allah itu Maha Mengetahui yang di langit mahupun di bumi. Alhamdulillah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-1037181806780168499?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/1037181806780168499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=1037181806780168499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1037181806780168499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1037181806780168499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/09/suatu-hari-itu.html' title='Suatu Hari Itu...'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-5216572996986633018</id><published>2007-09-10T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:39:15.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surat Terbuka Dari Isteri Untuk Suami</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Suamiku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ramadhan bakal menjelma sekali lagi. Kecintaan ini biarlah kita baja dan suburkan. Kita pohonkanlah barakah dan hidayahNya dalam sepurnama yang mulia ini. Moga-moga dalam urat-urat darah kita mengalir takwa dan sabar. Moda-moga lidah kita dibasahkan zikrillah, tasbih dan munajat padaNya. Moga-moga fanalah dosa-dosa kita, berguguran bagai daun-daun kering dari ranting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suamiku,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ramadhan ini kita penuhkanlah dengan tarawikh dan tasbih padaNya. Kita usaikanlah kesibukan yang sering menghambat, kita hijabkan mata, telinga dan lidah dari nista dan khurafat. Ramadhan ini marilah kita sama-sama memanjatkan syukur atas nikmatNya, atas rahmatNya. Marilah kita rendahkan diri, menginsafi dosa insani. Ramadhan ini kita panjatkan segunung doa, moga dikurniakan rezeki bagi kita yang terdiri dari anak-anak yang comel, pintar dan soleh. Marilah kita berteleku sujud padaNya, seikhlas hati merendahkan diri padaNya memohon ihsan dan murah hatiNya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Suamiku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ramadhan ini aku pohon ampun dan maaf darimu atas segala silapku. Cela ku menggunung, cacat ku tak terhitung. Namun suamiku, tidak pernah sekali terniat aku menidakkan tempatmu sebagai khalifah keluarga. Tidak pernah sekali terniat aku merendahkan maruahmu sebagai nakhoda bahtera. Aku ini isteri yang lemah, masih terlalu dungu melayari hidup. Sering galau memikir setiamu, sering walang memikir kehendakku. Aku ini masih terlalu kelibut sifatnya, masih mentah pemikirannya. Bimbinglah aku, cintailah aku. Kasihanilah aku. Andai ada khilafku, berlemah lembutlah denganku. Tegurilah aku, ajarilah aku. Puputkanlah restumu padaku. Jangan kau haramkan kakiku memijak syurgaNya, haramkanlah kakiku melangkah nerakaNya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suamiku,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ikatan ini kita teguhkan, jangan sampai terlerai, jangan sampai terurai. Harapnya, kita bersama mengalu-alukan Ramadhan bukan hanya pada kali ini, Ramadhan yang datang dan pergi, dirai bersama hingga bercerai nyawa kita nanti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suamiku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ku ucapkan, Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan al-Mubarak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dariku,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isterimu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ramadhan ini ku pohon kau kucupkan ampunmu di antara dua keningku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku pohon kau puputkan restumu pada bayu yang menyentuh rambutku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kau limpahkan cintamu di dalam ruang dadaku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kau sebarkan kasihmu dalam hirup udaraku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ramadhan ini ku harap mengalirlah barakahNya di antara urat-urat darahku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mencurahlah rahmatNya di antara dua tulang sulbimu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;selarilah kecintaanNya pada degup jantungku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;basahlah lidahmu dengan zikir munajatNya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fanalah dosa dari sekujur tubuh kita berdua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mahabbahlah ikatan dalam roh insaniku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hijablah pandangan mu dari dugaan bertamu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kasyaflah kita dari rahmat agamaNya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ramadhan ini ku harap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tidakkan berlalu menjadi debu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-5216572996986633018?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/5216572996986633018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=5216572996986633018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5216572996986633018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5216572996986633018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/09/surat-terbuka-isteri-untuk-suami.html' title='Surat Terbuka Dari Isteri Untuk Suami'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-6847565415122970231</id><published>2007-09-06T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T11:17:04.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamu dan Aku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dalam diri aku ada kamu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamu yang membuakkan amarahku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamu yang menyalakan nafsuku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamu yang memegahkan riakku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamu yang mengapikan cemburuku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dalam diri aku ada kamu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamu dan aku bersatu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan tiada lagi aku atau kamu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yang ada hanya kita menjadi satu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entah untuk apa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Entah untuk siapa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamu yang menjadi identitiku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku yang menjadi nafasmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tidak terhenti waktu berlalu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akan tibakah masanya menentu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bilamana aku hanya menjadi aku?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-6847565415122970231?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/6847565415122970231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/6847565415122970231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/09/kamu-dan-aku.html' title='Kamu dan Aku'/><author><name>Hanim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16795099.post-1010040076134844835</id><published>2007-09-05T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T14:09:22.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talk about Life'/><title type='text'>Wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have you ever wonder what your life would be if you chose a different path? Have you ever wonder whether your life would be better if you decide to be with different person? Or if your destiny was different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder, what my life would be if I didn't become a lawyer? What my life would be if I marry a different person, person with money and power? What my life would be if I am being born into wealthy and powerful family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Will I be happier if I have all of that? Will I be at peace with myself? Will I be succesful like I always wanted to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I search myself, I look deep into my heart and my soul. I look around me, at my family, my husband and my friends. And I find my answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes, maybe I'll be successful because I have the money and the power to support me, I won't have money problem, I won't have to work hard, from dawn till dusk but will I found happiness? I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I might not be borne on silver plater, I might not have all the money in the world for me to splurge, I might not have the most handsome or richest man in this planet as my husband, I might not know all powerful people for me to call friends, I might have to dream of owning something for months or even years before I finally get it, I might have to work day and night to achieve my dreams but I know one thing for sure....I have love. I have lots of love from my family and my friends. I am so filthy rich till I don't know what to do with the wealth I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yes, sometimes I might grumble and complaint about the difficulties in life, from time to time I might be jealous of my friends who are able to have whatever they want, I might want something that me and my husband are not able to afford but at the end of the day, I know not every person has been blessed like I've been blessed. Not everyone has the wealth that I have. I am, proud to say, have been destined to be wealthy and blessed and I couldn't be thankful enough. May Allah bestow me further with His blessings and graciousness. Insya Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to be a dreamer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to build my dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to be hopeful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be successful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to be graceful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be gracious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to be gorgeous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to be rich&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be wealthy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to ask questions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to find answers&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to give&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to share&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don't want to forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I want to be forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don't want pity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want piety&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don't want to fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I want to sustain love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance, the wise grows it under his feet." - James Oppenheim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2197.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-1010040076134844835?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/1010040076134844835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=1010040076134844835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1010040076134844835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1010040076134844835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/09/wonder.html' title='Wonder...'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-7264452950444011196</id><published>2007-09-04T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:56:42.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girls Don't Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Da Da Da Da&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your skin lingers on me now&lt;br /&gt;You're probably on your flight back to your home town&lt;br /&gt;I need some shelter of my own protection baby&lt;br /&gt;To be with myself and center, clarity&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal,&lt;br /&gt;Myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But Ive got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;Its time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;The path that I'm walking&lt;br /&gt;I must go alone&lt;br /&gt;I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales don't always have a happy ending, do they&lt;br /&gt;And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;Its time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Like the little school mate in the school yard&lt;br /&gt;We'll play jacks and uno cards&lt;br /&gt;Ill be your best friend and you'll be mine Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Yes you can hold my hand if u want to&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want to hold yours too&lt;br /&gt;We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds&lt;br /&gt;But its time for me to go home&lt;br /&gt;Its getting late, dark outside&lt;br /&gt;I need to be with myself and center, clarity&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal,&lt;br /&gt;Myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my lifeIts time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;La Da Da Da Da Da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-7264452950444011196?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/7264452950444011196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/7264452950444011196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/09/big-girls-dont-cry.html' title='Big Girls Don&apos;t Cry'/><author><name>Hanim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16795099.post-7220113573801507634</id><published>2007-08-28T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:44:48.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merdeka Prelude'/><title type='text'>Prelude to Merdeka</title><content type='html'>Only three days to &lt;strong&gt;Merdeka Day&lt;/strong&gt; which will mark the 50th anniversary of our independence day. I am personally grateful to our ancestors for giving us independence, for giving us the prosperity and peace that we enjoy now. The spirit of merdeka will always be with me, I will always uphold it till the last breath i take. I want all the tears, the bloods, the sweats and the lives of my forefathers to be worthwhile but I personally detest and strongly hate the celebration. I hate the way &lt;strong&gt;Merdeka Day&lt;/strong&gt; is celebrated, I hate the way the celebration is being held, from the bottom of my patriotik heart, I hate every single celebration of our independence day...at least from the day I know to understand the meaning of &lt;strong&gt;Merdeka.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is the meaning of merdeka? Does it mean freedom? Does it mean free? Does it mean liberated? Yes, it means all of the above. Yes, merdeka is freedom, merdeka is free, merdeka is liberation. Independence day has finally freed us from physical colonialisation, from being colonised but sadly and ironically, we are being colonised in different form now. And sadly, the colonisation is being done with our consents and our approvals!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just look at how the Merdeka Day is being celebrated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Every &lt;strong&gt;31 August&lt;/strong&gt; there will be fireworks, concerts everywhere and at 12 p.m sharp there will be people shouting &lt;strong&gt;'Merdeka!'&lt;/strong&gt; everywhere. But does this have any meaning? Come the day, with the first ray of sunshine we'll find rubbish everywhere, we'll find beer bottles and cans everywhere and we'll hear accidents, rape cases, vandalism or damage to property, illegal racings and all other sorts of things that can only be found during &lt;strong&gt;Merdeka &lt;/strong&gt;celebration! Is this how we want to commemorate our independence day?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I remember about few years ago, when 8TV first being broadcasted, there was an advertisement about merdeka day showing Malaysian youths at a concert, dancing and jumping while holding what seem to be beers in their hands. I don't know whether this advertisement was suppose to be a very bad joke or a cynical joke or sarcasm from 8TV team but I was so damn pissed and shocked with the advertisement. How the hell this kind of advertisement managed to slip through the censorship board and being aired on national TV?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Then, about few days ago, I took a monorail and among the commuters bording the train with me is one chinese family consisting of a very old nyonya with her son/son-in-law and daughter/daughter in law. Since it was peak hours I ended up standing. The train was very packed and the old nyonya also didn't get any seat and she had to stand up with the daughter holding her tightly since she was so frail and weak. And I was wondering what is actually the significant of being Merdeka when there was a couple of teenagers sitting very near to the old grandma and they just ignored her! In the end it was one foreignor who stood up and gave his seat to this old lady. The incident make me so shameful to acknowledge that I am a Malaysian and I live in Malaysia, an independent country which has been independent for about 50 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, after 50 years of merdeka, maybe it is time for us to reminisce again the fights and the bloods of our forefathers, to start thinking what have we done to honour them and what have we done to stay &lt;strong&gt;merdeka,&lt;/strong&gt; what have we done to protect our identity and to uphold our dignity as a proud and sovereign country, which is well known for the politeness and richness of culture of the people. If we continue to stay like this, to celebrate &lt;strong&gt;Merdeka &lt;/strong&gt;the way we are celebrating now, in few years time, we will be having nothing to call our own and at that time, there will be no tears, no bloods, no sweats and no lives will be able to bring it back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-7220113573801507634?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/7220113573801507634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=7220113573801507634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/7220113573801507634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/7220113573801507634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/08/prelude-to-merdeka.html' title='Prelude to Merdeka'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-5343747831652235300</id><published>2007-08-26T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:13:22.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me...Happy Birthday to me...Happy Birthday to Hanim...happy Birthday to me!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well...I'm officially 29 years old. Next year I'll be 30. Actually I've forgotten my own birthday until Lara and Teesh wish me and then suddenly it dawned to me that I'm getting a year older than yesterday! and the company has celebrated my birthday and other staffs who are borned in the same month. And I'm still waiting for my Baskin Robbins voucher from the company as my birthday gift! Hey! I want ice-cream voucher and nothing else. Hehehehe...perasan bagus, baru sebulan kerja dah demand hadiah birthday. ekekekeke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wow! Feels like yesterday only I wore white light green baju kurung with dark green kain (my school uniform for prefect...hehehe...blh percaya tak budak jahat ni pernah jadi prefect and head librarian dulu?). It's true, time will not wait for us. I am now 29 years old woman struggling with overweight problem, problem of possibility of being infertile, problem of split personality, low self esteem with high dosage of bull headedness and a lot of other problems. But life goes on right? I read somewhere the world is the most harsh and brutal place to live on...but we have no choice, unless somebody figure out a way to create oxygen on moon, we are stuck in planet earth. Don't fret or grumble, it is harsh, yes, it is also brutal but it doesn't mean there is no beauty at all in this planet. It just that the beauty is hidden somewhere and you have to find it by yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hope this birthday will bring me luck and prosperity. I have to rush now, still have a lot of things to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!HAPPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, MYSELF AND I, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-5343747831652235300?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/5343747831652235300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=5343747831652235300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5343747831652235300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5343747831652235300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-1286388617542744215</id><published>2007-08-22T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T11:13:20.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Wish...What I Get</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What I wish:&lt;/span&gt; A prince charming come to steal my heart and bring me to never never land to live happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What I get:&lt;/span&gt; Well, he's not a prince but he's definitely charming. He's now my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Status:&lt;/span&gt; Mission accomplish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What I wish:&lt;/span&gt; To be a well known author with string of best sellers to my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What I get:&lt;/span&gt; One novel published and dozens novel half written. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Status:&lt;/span&gt; On going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What I wish:&lt;/span&gt; To graduate from university, have excellent career and big fat check in my account to enable me to live comfortably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What I get:&lt;/span&gt; Graduated with honour degree, worked in so called established albeit stingy firm, almost choked to death with workload, accumulated enough debt to have -0 savings for the rest of my life. Now moved on to better workplace, but still have a hole in my pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Status:&lt;/span&gt; Need a revised blueprint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What I wish:&lt;/span&gt; Becoming a billionaire and buy whatever i want and splurge money like nobody business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What I get:&lt;/span&gt; I think I'm fast becoming a billionaire debtor. Well, it's still a billionaire right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Status:&lt;/span&gt; Need to be killed and resurrected million times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What I wish:&lt;/span&gt; Bigger and fuller bums ala J.Lo to complete my imiginary sexy fabs body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What I get:&lt;/span&gt; Bigger boobs with equally bigger waistline and slightly pot-belly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Status:&lt;/span&gt; Hopeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;What I wish:&lt;/span&gt; Get married, produce a couple of cute and good looking kids and raise them to be intelligent, wise and good looking man and woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;What I get:&lt;/span&gt; A score for getting married, a flop for production line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Status:&lt;/span&gt; Urgent need of great gynaecologist and lots of money for artificial insemination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What I wish:&lt;/span&gt; Malaysian football team to win at least a gold medal in SEA games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What I get:&lt;/span&gt; Should I spell it out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Status:&lt;/span&gt; I know I know...hopeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What I wish:&lt;/span&gt; Effective government with lots of effective measures in curbing social, education and economic problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What I get:&lt;/span&gt; A bunch of idiots sitting in the parliament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Status:&lt;/span&gt; Still hopeful...well, who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;What I wish:&lt;/span&gt; World peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;What I get:&lt;/span&gt; Hey! Even miss world wants that, no harm in hoping right? heheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Status:&lt;/span&gt; Does this word ever exist in a dictionary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/36584.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they're going and hook up with them later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;" - Mitch Hedberg, comedian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-1286388617542744215?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/1286388617542744215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=1286388617542744215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1286388617542744215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1286388617542744215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-i-wishwhat-i-get.html' title='What I Wish...What I Get'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-7340325768934536603</id><published>2007-08-20T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T13:54:59.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just My 2 Cents Worth of Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I haven't been in blogging mood lately. I don't know what to write and what to tell. Actually, there were many things playing at the back of my head but I always think, it's ok, I'll write about it later and later, I totally forgot about it and when I remember again, it's no longer the most 'in' thing in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Last night I was watching the news after being ignorant for quite sometimes. I was too tired to watch TV or read papers. It happened several times when people talk about the most current issues, I was lost and keep asking them to tell me what had happened and I ended up making them irritated. Well, last night I managed to watch the news for a while and there was one thing that really makes me irritated. Sometimes I just cannot understand the level of stupidity of Malaysian authorities. Hello?!!!You keep boasting that all people in the governmental agencies are carefully selected and only the best of the best will be employed by the government but you keep showing your stupidity and idiosyncrasies every single minute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For those who are wondering what the hell I am talking about, this is about the so called measure that they want to take to prevent major accidents involving public transport. I kept hearing this over and over. From the yesteryears when there were many cases of accident involving express buses under the name of Naeila, which offered transportation service to Pantai Timur and then later on when a chartered bus to Langkawi, Mutiara involved in one major accident causing the death of more than 10 people and about few years ago accident involving two buses during Hari Raya season near Merapoh and the latest was the accident in Bukit Gantang, they keep saying the same thing over and over, we will take measures to curb these major accidents from repeating. But what measures did they take? I haven't seen any measures that being carried continuously and effectively, every single measure was like 'melepas batuk di tangga!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100612416347914482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RskD9-1dQPI/AAAAAAAAADU/JureTyllu9A/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Personally, I think they are just a bunch of greedy people who just know to suck up and succumb, they only act when some big things happened and when the spotlight is too blinding, glaring and hot for them to handle. Later on, it will be the same again. I don't know what kind of shit they have eaten to make their heads dumb like that, what stupid effective measures are you talking about by carrying out suspension of driving license for the drivers who involved in major accident or putting them into our overcrowded, overused jail? You punish the 'anak ikan' who have no other earnings and the sole breadwinner of their families, hike up your statistic of poverty level and let the rich become richer. Or maybe you'll suspend or cancel the permit of the rich 'tokey' and later on you issue another permit to the same person but using another company's name? Are these the effective measures you are talking about?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sadly and ironically, most accidents involving public transports happened not solely because of the fault of the drivers. Sometimes it because the vehicles are not maintained properly or because the drivers were too tired because they have to work long hours or because their wages were too low they are forced to work long hours to get enough money to support their families. Have those in power put any thought about this? Apparently not because they are too busy sitting at the back seat of their big cars, being chauffered driven or too busy renovating their big houses or too busy slimming their big wives or mistresses to think about small people like those drivers. Well, enough said, power and money do change people. Even smart people are willing to be a dog and lick somebody's shoes when it comes to power and&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; money. What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Abraham Lincoln's&lt;/span&gt; once said is so true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;No doubt, politic sucks. But, what sucks more are the corrupt politicians. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;David Brin,&lt;/span&gt; a well known American author once said, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"It is said that power corrupts, but actually it's more true that power attracts the corruptible. The sane are usually attracted by other things than power."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am 200% agree with his statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, they can say they are not corrupted because they didn't accept any bribe whatsoever. Literally, it's true but personally and technically, I think corruption is not just about accepting bribe or being promised wealth and fame but corruption also happen when you ignore people's trust that you are so willinglly put on your shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-7340325768934536603?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/7340325768934536603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=7340325768934536603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/7340325768934536603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/7340325768934536603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-my-2-cents-worth-of-frustration.html' title='Just My 2 Cents Worth of Frustration'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RskD9-1dQPI/AAAAAAAAADU/JureTyllu9A/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16795099.post-8019270600446324519</id><published>2007-08-14T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:42:01.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public transport'/><title type='text'>My Love Hate Relationship With Public Transport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RsGI9asULRI/AAAAAAAAADM/s9-A9fiUDZc/s1600-h/seattle-etc-monorail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098506841878703378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RsGI9asULRI/AAAAAAAAADM/s9-A9fiUDZc/s320/seattle-etc-monorail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.lightrailnow.org/images/seattle-etc-monorail"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It was about 8 p.m and I was still in the office. I was so damn tired. I switched off my laptop and headed for the door. With a laptop, my handbag and two shopping bags, I walked painfully to the monorail station. After inserting my ticket to the slot, I climbed up the stairs. Oh darn! so many people! I forgot that the next day was Saturday...no wonder! God! I don't have the energy to fight for seats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;While waiting for the train, I put down my stuffs on the floor and continue to read my Da Vinci Code. Good thing about taking public transport is that I finally manage to find time to read my long awaited long anticipated and long bought The Da Vinci Code. I was at my fifth page when the train finally arrived.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;With both hands full, I managed to clumsily scrambled inside the train. Oh good! One empty seat in front the door! I make a lunge for the seat and with a sigh, sit down and started to barricade myself from all the commotion at the door. A sound of 'ouch!', 'hey' or 'aduh sakit!' constantly reached my ears. Wrinkling my nose, I tried to ignore the smell of 'natural Malaysian aromatheraphy' that filled the air. In my head I was calculating how much of fats i will lose if I take public transport for a month, considering the fact that I don't have to go to sauna to 'break all the stubborn fats' from my body. I continued to read my novel while continously being jostled and pushed by those commuters. After one strong push that almost knocked down the book from my hand, I finally looked up. One Bangladeshi guy smile apologetically to me while trying to let a Chinese girl squeezed pass him. The train stopped again and the door opened. Another group rushed in and the Bangladeshi guy was pushed to stand in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Another push and I was forced to look up again. Oh NO! The guy's butt was directly in front of  my face. I tried to move to the side. Darn! My right tigh was between his legs!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I tried not to move but to no avail since because of the motion of the train, my thigh was continously rubbed against his legs. And it was not his fault either since he couldn't move coz apparently the commuters, being courteous Malaysians refused to move inside and continued to mob the door.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I was forced to stay that way until the crowd eased at Chow Kit's station, all the while wondering whether he got a massive hard on due to our indecent, inappropriate and unavoidable position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arghhhhh!!!! I hate public transport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-8019270600446324519?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/8019270600446324519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=8019270600446324519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/8019270600446324519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/8019270600446324519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-love-hate-relationship-with-public.html' title='My Love Hate Relationship With Public Transport'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RsGI9asULRI/AAAAAAAAADM/s9-A9fiUDZc/s72-c/seattle-etc-monorail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16795099.post-3383207935999013485</id><published>2007-08-09T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:13:23.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Roger and Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I haven't had the time to update this humble abode of mine lately. To those who've known, yes, I've changed job again. My second job this year! Nothing wrong with my previous employer, it just that I think the time has came for me to start thinking about myself. I've wasted 4 years in my previous employment hoping and willing that things will get better when actually it gone from bad to worse. I realised that me starting a bit late in this corporate world has affected my chance for higher salary and position. My colleague here was called to the BAR a year after me and she already got managerial position because she entered the corporate world earlier. Hmmm...and I was told that since my in-house experience is short, i have to start with lower position first. Well, I don't really mind since I know my own strenght. I have to be realistic and work hard if I want to climb the ladder. But to think that I've waited so long to start when there was nothing for me to wait, hmmm...it really make me kind of regretting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, new office, new style, new work culture. But so far I think I've been adapting quite well. I can really see the difference in working with the same race and working with other races. No offence but when I was working in almost 100% one race dominated firm, the attitudes were quite lackadaisical and professionalism was the major question that always crossed my mind. There was no respect to higher position but instead because you are older eventhough you are a subordinate, those above you must respect you because that is the racial culture. It made giving instruction a headache. Well, I have no problem with racial culture, I am actually a proponent of that culture but when you are working, you have to be professional, don't raise your voice at your boss just because she or he is young! And gosh!!! I hate office politics! I know office politic is everywhere but it is worse when the office is dominated by one race only. I guess maybe because when we are working with other races we don't really feel the office politics because we are not really inside and not outside either. Hmmm...am i making any sense here? Hell if I know. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, just wish me luck and please pray that I won't be bored with this new job soon. Hehehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-3383207935999013485?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/3383207935999013485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=3383207935999013485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3383207935999013485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3383207935999013485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/08/roger-and-out.html' title='Roger and Out'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-8564498314954413768</id><published>2007-07-31T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:14:11.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><title type='text'>Doa Seorang Isteri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Aku cemburu, merayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dalam jejak-jejak kembara raguku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Aku merindu, memburu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dalam langkah-langkah musafir cintaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dan ku titipkan ragu dalam gelisah bicaraku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dan dalam rayu segala pinginku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ku butuhkan setia dalam ikatan murniku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dan dalam desah nafas akadmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ya Ilahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Titipkanlah roh-roh barakah dalam sukma ijabku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sesungguhnya dalam kudus rinduku aku merayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-8564498314954413768?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/8564498314954413768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=8564498314954413768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/8564498314954413768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/8564498314954413768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/07/doa-seorang-isteri.html' title='Doa Seorang Isteri'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-1009784245775367026</id><published>2007-07-27T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T01:07:14.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><title type='text'>Pencarian...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;ku mencari nur suciMu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;di teleku sujudku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;pada titis titis insafku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;dalam bening rinduku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aku mencari kudus rahmatMu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;dalam rantauan muhasabahku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;pada lurus safku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;dalam bait bait tasbihku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;aku mencari kasyaf ampunMu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;untuk sejuta khilafku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;dalam segunung doaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;binakanlah mahligai tenangMu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;dalam syurga hatiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-1009784245775367026?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/1009784245775367026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=1009784245775367026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1009784245775367026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/1009784245775367026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/07/pencarian.html' title='Pencarian...'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-4487730541662314125</id><published>2007-07-25T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T04:40:14.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Married Life'/><title type='text'>Just My Two Cents Worth of Married Life Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;It's kind of late but my eyes are still fully awake. Been out with friends for 'melalak cum stress reliever session', got home quite late and my hubby was kind of 'moncong' and 'merajuk'. This is one of the times I got upset and pissed off with my husband (actually with most husbands in Malaysia). He can hang out with friends till wee hours and I have to wait for him (which most of the time I fell asleep while waiting) but if I go out with friends he will call every single minute asking me when I'll be going home (which most of the time without him in it!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;As much as I love him, I need a social life too and he knows my circle of friends and most of the time we just go out for drinks or dinner to pick up whatever gossip or women interests that we missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I know once we are married we have to obey our husbands but what's up with all sullen and dictatorial attitude? Women also need friends, not just men!It's bad enough he has no time for me to catch a movie or just go out and hang out like we used to do when we were an item (errr...i hope we are still an item), even if i go out with friends (which he gave his approval beforehand) he must check me out every single minute? Gosh! Sometimes I feel choked....please give me some space here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I don't know why men are so domineering. I guess most women out there also face the same problems like mine. Sometimes when we buy make up or new dress or shoes, they'll keep nagging and complaining that we are wasting money (even though it's not their money we are spending) as if we are soooo into our selves and totally ignorant about the unfortunate people in the world. But if they buy cigarettes or latest play station or latest sport rims, suddenly it's not waste of money but it's something they have to have because if not they'll be 'tak senang duduk'. Hello?!!! Who are being ignorant here?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;There are times when they woke up late for work and blaming us for not waking them up, or when we are busy and didn't washed their clothes on time! Or when we asked them to help us to hang the laundry or sweep the floor and they'll be complaining that they're tired because they have been working during the weekdays and they want to rest during weekend (hello...we are also in the same boat here!) or when we asked their permission to go back to our hometowns alone when they couldn't get leave and they didn't let us because there will be nobody to cook for them and wash their clothes etc. Please...does anyone know why men become sooooo dependent when they got married? If you do, please tell me the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My guess is that men are just egoistical chauvinist lots. They miss their wives when they are not with them but to proud to admit it. God...I wish Hitch exist for real so I can send my husband to learn few tricks on how to flatter a woman everyday (please take note that woman in this context refers exclusively to me and me alone!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Gosh!!How I wish I can go inside men's heads and understand them more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Notwithstanding anything herein written or contained, the author wish to emphasize that she's really truly madly deeply in love with her husband. Nevertheless, the author reserves the right to grumble about the idiosyncrasies of men from time to time without affecting and/or jeopardizing her rights and obligations to be truly madly deeply in love with her husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-4487730541662314125?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/4487730541662314125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=4487730541662314125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4487730541662314125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4487730541662314125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-my-two-cents-worth-of-married-life.html' title='Just My Two Cents Worth of Married Life Experience'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-896167996835378658</id><published>2007-07-23T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T11:17:35.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>Isn't Normalcy Boring?</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to write today. Hmmm...this blog was created just as a reflection of my thought, not really to seek publicity nor a quest for any political ideology nor a conduit for current issues. No...this blog is personal to me, a mirror to my personality, my thought, my heart, my identity. Suffice to say this blog is me, the real me...not really an escapism but a refresher to escapism, a place where I can be me without any restraint any pretentious. A place where I can pour my anger, my sadness, my loneliness, my happiness, my longing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blogger friend once said, behind those nicks there are people, real heart, real feeling. I guess what she said pretty much summed up everything. I believe in this anonymosity of blogging world, people tend to be themselves more, they open up and come out from their protective shells because they believe nobody will judge them because nobody will know them. It's like you really know a person but you don't really know him/her. Hence the reason why people can fall in love online coz suddenly you realise you found your soulmate without really meeting him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am, simple girl with complex mind. I guess blogging helps me unveils the complexity of my mind. I tend to think differently from my peers and I tend to love different things. One friend told me I am weird, my mind goes in all directions. Maybe she's right. But isn't normalcy boring?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-896167996835378658?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/896167996835378658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=896167996835378658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/896167996835378658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/896167996835378658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/07/isnt-normalcy-boring.html' title='Isn&apos;t Normalcy Boring?'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-3816824605058866944</id><published>2007-07-19T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:02:01.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goal'/><title type='text'>Hence, I Spread My Wings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Only two working days left for me to be a part of my company and after this Monday, I will no longer be there. Couldn't help feeling a bit sad while I was preparing my handover list today.  A pang of melancholic washed over me as my eyes roamed over my clustered desk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Regret? No. I refuse to have regret. When I chose to spread my wings, I will not stay at the ground, I'll fly away and start my journey. With wings spread wide, gliding in the sky, journeying through time. I want to see the world, the beauty and the ugliness of the world. If I don't dare to fly, I shouldn't spread my wings, I should just close my eyes and live in my dream world of hopeless fantasy and illusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So I choose to fly away. I choose to start my journey. I choose to open my eyes. I choose to experience life. I choose to learn and I chose to lead my life the way I want it be. I choose to stand up straight,  shoulders back, chin up, eyes focus and march to the success ahead. I choose to make a choice! And I intend to make it right! I will make it right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-3816824605058866944?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/3816824605058866944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=3816824605058866944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3816824605058866944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3816824605058866944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/07/hence-i-spread-my-wings.html' title='Hence, I Spread My Wings...'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-3982735028555936777</id><published>2007-07-16T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T12:55:29.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career'/><title type='text'>And It's Finally Over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was feeling a bit flustered today. My heart was beating erratically. My palms were sweating profusely and my body was cold all over. In my head, I was trying to gather my courage, my mind couldn't think straight. I was restless all morning, trying to figure out the right words to say when the time finally arrived. Oh my God, I don't know it will be this hard. The last time I did this, I was so eager to do it, I was so sure, as clear as the spring running through magical valley.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At 10.30 a.m, I heard her footstep. My colleague called me to inform that she finally arrived. The moment of truth has finally came. I have to face it whether I like it or not. My heart was beating wildly. I can almost hear it erratic pace, almost exploding in my chest. Please God, don't let me have a heart attack at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I slowly walked to her room. But I was too coward, I did a u-turn and continued mulling my decision and gathering my courage. After pacing back and forth, I finally managed to gather enough courage but luck was not on my side. There's somebody inside her room! I continued pacing again. By now I could feel cold sweat running at my back. Both my hands were so cold and the aircond was not helping. I felt chilled to the bones. Why was it so hard? I thought by now I could be a master at this already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After fifteen minutes waiting, churning my emotions and sweating like I've been running the longest run of my life, I managed to see her. She smiled a knowing smile. By now I know she can guess it. Before I managed to sit down, she threw me the golden question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Nak tender?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was so relieved because she seemed to bear no ill feeling, she was calmed and collected and was nice to me. I just managed to smile weakly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Why?" Still no hint of sarcasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"I got another offer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"When we interviewed you here you already got an offer. But you said you are willing to turn down that offer because you really want this job."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God! I knew she will ask me this question. I kind of anticipated it but it didn't really help me to lessen the guilty feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Yes but this is different. That time the offer was similar to here but this time the offer is much more higher. Plus the core business is the same as here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"A competitor?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She nodded her head. I tried to search any hints of sarcasm or betrayal, but I saw none. I guess she understand my reasoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Ok lah. I can't prevent you from going if that is what you want." She said with a smile. I guess she kind of antipating it, plus she is also going to leave so there is no reason for her to try to stop me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Thank you Puan." I said with a relieved smile. I got up and walked back to my place. I am relieved it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But why I feel this emptiness inside me? The lingering feeling of regret and sadness. Suddenly I wonder...am I making the right choice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;To all my colleagues and bosses at TIME, I love working here and this is the hardest decision I've ever made in my career. I just hope this is the right decision for me and everything will turn out allright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-3982735028555936777?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/3982735028555936777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=3982735028555936777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3982735028555936777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3982735028555936777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-its-finally-over.html' title='And It&apos;s Finally Over...'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-4248901856174724827</id><published>2007-07-09T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T16:18:36.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kenapa Saya Suka Bercuti Dengan Kawan-kawan Saya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Saya suka bercuti dengan kawan-kawan saya kerana...laki saya malas nak jalan dan susah nak dapat cuti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saya suka bercuti dengan kawan-kawan saya kerana...saya memang kaki merewang dan suka berjalan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Saya suka bercuti dengan kawan-kawan saya kerana...saya boleh bergossip hal hal perempuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saya suka bercuti dengan kawan-kawan saya kerana...saya boleh berlagak seolah-olah saya masih bujang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Saya suka bercuti dengan kawan-kawan saya kerana...saya boleh mengorat jantan lain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saya suka bercuti dengan kawan-kawan saya kerana...saya boleh buat perangai gila-gila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Saya suka bercuti dengan kawan-kawan saya kerana...saya boleh tumpu perhatian pada diri saya sahaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saya suka bercuti dengan kawan-kawan saya kerana...saya boleh perasan ala-ala muda remaja gitu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Saya suka bercuti dengan kawan-kawan saya kerana...saya boleh shopping gila-gila tanpa laki saya bising (bila balik jer dia bising laa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saya suka bercuti dengan kawan-kawan saya kerana...dengan empat orang perempuan bercuti bersama, kami mendapat layanan istimewa...terutama kalau pekerja tempat percutian itu adalah lelaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saya suka bercuti dengan kawan saya kerana...laki saya akan rindu saya beria dan bila balik rumah laki saya akan peluk saya...heheheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Saya memang suka bercuti dengan kawan-kawan saya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-4248901856174724827?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/4248901856174724827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=4248901856174724827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4248901856174724827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4248901856174724827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/07/saya-suka-bercuti-dengan-kawan-kawan.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-2983498352531149634</id><published>2007-07-04T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T10:40:56.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fight'/><title type='text'>Say It Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;These past few days this Nelly Furtado's song been playing again and again in my mind. I couldn't get the tune out of my head. Love it so much. Love the lyrics, especially the part 'you either stand or you fall'. Yes, you either stand up straight and fight whatever obstacles in front of you or you succumb to misery and fall from your grace. I choose to stand up and fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In our life we will always face difficulties and obstacles. They come in every shape and every type. Either monetary hardship, heartbroken by love, family problems or whatever problems we might have. Even success, wealth and power can be a hardship or obstacle sometimes because it can get into your head and make you forget who you are and where you come from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, whatever problem we have, whatever hardship we face and whatever obstacle we have to pass through, stand up right and fight! May Allah bless us all and bestow us with His barakah. Insya Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say It Right by Nelly Furtado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Break it, break it down)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You don't mean nothing at all to me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(break it, break it, break it, down)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say it right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You either got it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You either stand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or you fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When your will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is broken &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it slips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When there's no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time for joking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a hole &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the plan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh you don't mean nothin' at all to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No you don't mean nothin' at all to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you got what it takes to set me free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh you could mean everything to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could say (say) that i'm not (not) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost (lost) and at fault (fault) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could say (say) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That i don't (don't) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love the light (light) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the dark (love the light) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could say (say) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That i don't (don't) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know that I (I) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am alive (alive) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll love (love) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I feel (feel) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could show (show you) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tonight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh you don't mean nothin' at all to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No you don't mean nothin' at all to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you got what it takes to set me free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh you could mean everything to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From my hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could give you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That i made&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From my mouth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could sing you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another brick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That i laid &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From my body (from my body) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could show you (i could show you) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A place (a place) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God knows (that only god knows) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This space is holy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want to go (two, three, four)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-2983498352531149634?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/2983498352531149634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=2983498352531149634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2983498352531149634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2983498352531149634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/07/say-it-right.html' title='Say It Right'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-2635795943288628473</id><published>2007-07-03T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T17:26:25.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialog Di Petang Hari</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Aku call bapak aku nak tanya nombor akaun adik aku. tiba-tiba bapak aku cakap something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Abah: Kak Chik, abah nak saman stesen minyak kat sebelah rumah ni 6.5 juta. Habis air perigi kita bau minyak, kalau mandi melekat kat badan. Kak Chik carikan lawyer boleh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: Dah report kat JAS ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Abah: Tahun lepas JAS dah datang ambik sample tapi bila mintak result diorang taknak kasi, pastu diorang cakap air tu selamat untuk diminum. Hari ni JAS datang ambik sample sekali lagi. Kalau kali ni diorang taknak kasi result jugak, abah nak hantar sample kat independent lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: Rumah kita aja ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Abah: Ramai yang kena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: Kalau macam tu buat class action la senang. Kumpulkan semua yang affected, saman sekali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Abah: Alaaa...orang kampung ni bukannya reti pasal saman saman ni. Kalau buat class action mesti dapat sikit. Kalau dapat 6.5 juta abah belikan banglo untuk Kak Chik sebijik.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Gelak-gelak)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Gelak)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Nanti kalau ada orang lain saman benda yang sama court akan suruh consolidate jugak, buat class action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Abah: Takdernya...orang kampung sini tahu merungut jer. Kak Chik carilah lawyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: Boleh tu boleh. Tapi nak kena tahu result dulu la and nak kena tahu effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Abah:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Effect dia banyak.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(sambil gelak-gelak)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sebab air tu tercemarlah KakLong sakit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;ni boleh la diterima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Shahnan naik jerawat besar kat muka&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;erkkk...boleh pakai ker?)....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;perut abah buncit&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yang ni sah sah tak boleh pakai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Erkkk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(alahai bapak aku).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Itulah bapak aku. Suka sangat buat lawak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tapi kalau betul air tu contaminated, tak boleh dibiarkan ni. And teori bapak aku syarikat minyak tu bayar orang2 tertentu untuk cakap air tu selamat pun mungkin ada kebenarannya. Contrary to their belief, we orang2 kampung not as stupid as they think we are. Dah ramai orang2 kampung aku yang terpelajar laa...yang dah jadi saintis pon ada. Come on laaa...use common sense pon dah blh pikir, air tu dah berbau minyak yang kuat, lepas tu you can feel and taste the oil. Masih selamat lagi ke macam tu? Gaining personal profit is one thing but sacrificing people's health and life? Don't they have conscience? And we should not just sit and grumble when this thing is posing great danger to our health! Wake up and open your eyes! They need to be taught a lesson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-2635795943288628473?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/2635795943288628473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=2635795943288628473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2635795943288628473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2635795943288628473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/07/dialog-di-petang-hari.html' title='Dialog Di Petang Hari'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-129661479176237933</id><published>2007-06-26T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T14:48:39.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenangan Memalukan'/><title type='text'>Accidental Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aduh...sekali lagi aku dilanda kemalasan melampau. Maybe global warming telah membuatkan otak aku ni malas nak bergerak. Hehehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apa yang boleh aku ceritakan yer ari ni? Aku masih lagi dalam mood reminiscing all those humiliating incidents in my once 'prime and youthful' life. Huhuhuh. Actually banyak benda yang terjadi kat aku masa growing up. Maklumlah, aku ni dulu blh tahan jugak lah kaki rewang. Sampai sekarang aku masih lagi suka merewang. Cuma laki aku jer tak suka rewang-rewang ni.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alkisah.....inilah dia hikayat yang aku nak ceritakan. Dulu...masa sekolah dulu aku mmg terover active. Semua benda aku belasah, dengan macam-macam persatuan, kelab and sukan. Tak cukup dengan tu aku join lagi yang outside school, aku join Rakan Muda, pastu persatuan penulisan kat Kelantan and macam-macam lagi la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tersebutlah kisah, aku dan member-member aku join pertandingan mendeklamasi sajak yang dianjurkan oleh persatuan penulis Kelantan. So aku ni dengar semangat berkobar-kobarnya menghafal sajak dan berlatih. Pastu siap wat semua-semua teknik pernafasan yang diajar masa aku masuk bengkel teater, konon-kononnya nak keluarkan suara dari perut la tu. Pastu ada orang cakap kalau nak lagi real, berlatih tepi pantai and lawan bunyi ombak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satu hari tu, kitorang pun decide nak praktis tepi pantai, nak lawan bunyi ombak la kononnya. So aku dengan another three of my best buddies tahan kereta sewa (kereta sewa term yg orang Kelantan pakai utk teksi la...kalau teksi tu beca) and pergi ke Pantai Bachok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Lepas melalak lalak tepi pantai and winking winking sket kat cute guys kat sana, we headed back home. Sebelum tahan kete sewa tu kawan aku sempat beli rojak buah, sambil borak-borak we managed to tahan satu kete sewa yang sanggup hantar kitorang balik.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku seperti biasa, pantang masuk kete mesti aku start berangan. Dahla aku dok tepi tingkap kan, dengan angin sepoi-sepoi bahasa tu lagi la best aku berangan jadi Cinderella. Member-member aku plak dok sibuk membantai rojak buah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tengah-tengah aku syok berangan dan member-member aku dok 'mentekedarah' rojak buah, tiba-tiba...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GEDEGANG!!!Dan dengan serta merta hidung aku terbau satu 'haruman' yang cukup menusuk hidung. Aku tersedar dari lamunan (ecehhh) and pandang kiri kanan, kesemua member-member aku disaluti sejenis cairan hijau, baju aku pon terkena jugak tempias. Kawan aku yang duduk paling kanan dan di seat penumpang depan hampir keseluruhan muka di saluti cairan hijau. Bekas rojak buah pon penuh dengan benda yang sama. Kawan aku yang dok paling kanan tu dok menyumpah-menyumpah dan meludah-ludah, cairan hijau tu hampir memenuhi mulut dia yang ternganga akibat terkejut. Kawan aku yang dok depan pon sama, termakan rojak buah yang disaluti cairan hijau.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rupa-rupanya kete yang kitorang naiki telah melanggar lembu yang telah 'membunuh diri' kerana tidak ingin disembelih. Dah lah langgar bahagian bontot lak tu. Habis tubuh badan kitorang diseliputi tahi lembu. Cam masuk Fear Factor lak. Nasib baik aku dok seat yg farthest so aku terkena sket jer. 2 orang kawan aku yang dok sebelah tingkap dah tertelan tahi lembu!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nasib baik la ada villager yang baik hati membenarkan kitorang membersihkan badan kat telaga diaorang. Nasib baik gak aku pakai baju dua lapis. Member2 aku yang lain terpaksa laa menahan sebab takkan ler nak bogel kat situ kan? So terpaksa laa kitorang menahan bau tahi lembu sepanjang perjalanan balik umah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-129661479176237933?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/129661479176237933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=129661479176237933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/129661479176237933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/129661479176237933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/06/accidental-accident.html' title='Accidental Accident'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-696579618557041720</id><published>2007-06-23T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T21:15:47.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenangan Memalukan'/><title type='text'>Satu Hari Itu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Satu hari itu aku nak buat Tour de France beli kain kat arked-arked yang bersepah kat Jalan Tuanku Abdul Rahman. Aku dah pakat dengan partner-in-crime aku untuk terus menjalankan aktiviti perabih duit itu selepas office hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Maka tepat pukul 6 p.m., aku dan partner-in-crime aku dengan gedik santainya menapak dari satu arked ke satu arked. Kaki aku naik kematu sbb dok berjalan dari jln TAR sampailer ke Jln Masjid India...berbondong-bondong aku beli kain (tipu jer sebetulnya). Dahla pekedai-pekedai kat situ especially lelaki cam extra baik jer, pantang mintak discount diorang kasik aja sambil senyum manis. Plus masa tu dua dua 'red flag', lagila naik tocang and kelabu bijik mata. Ditambah lagi hari tu cuaca cam nyaman jerrr, angin sepoi bahasa...sampai ke malam kitorang merambu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dalam kol 8 lebih dan selepas 2-3 kali laki aku tepon merungut sbb dia kena tunggu aku, baru la kitorang terpikir nak balik. So aku mintak partner in crime aku dropkan aku kat stesen Putra LRT Dang Wangi sbb laki aku dah malas masuk bandar so dia akan pick up aku kat stesen Terminal Putra jer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Aku pun pi la beli tiket. Tapi aku perasan ler mamat-mamat kat kaunter tu tersenyum manis jer tengok aku. So aku pun cam kembang kempis hidung la kan, perasan lawa la sekejap sampai mamat2 semua cam pandang aku jer satu hari. Selepas melemparkan senyuman yang aku rasa cam ala-ala boleh menggoda gitu, aku pun berjalan la masuk ke dalam area untuk ke bahagian bawah stesen tu. All the while aku mmg bersyukur la ngan aircond yang menyamankan tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Tengah aku berjalan tu tetiba otak aku cam dpt rasa belakang aku sejuk semacam. Aku dah start tak sedap ati, dahla cam dua tiga kerat jer orang kat dalam tu. Pastu aku dah start teringat citer2 yang orang sampaikan kat aku tentang beberapa kejadian Misteri Nusantara yang terjadi ke atas orang-orang yang naik tren tengah-tengah malam. Otak aku yang terlebih kreatif dan imaginatif ni start ler terpikir maybe semua orang kat situ adalah orang bunian yang menjelmakan diri sebagai pekerja dan penumpang LRT dan sekarang diorang nak bawak aku ke alam diorang....sebab tu la aku boleh rasa belakang aku sejuk semacam jer. Hati aku dah start berdebar-debar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Aku pandang belakang. Tak ada pulak apa-apa benda yang pelik cuma mamat-mamat kaunter jer senyum-senyum kat aku. Hmmmm...konpius ni. Belakang aku pulak terus-terusan rasa sejuk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku tak puas hati. Apasal laa belakang aku sejuk semacam ni. Aku raba belakang aku. Rupa-rupanya!!! (jeng...jeng...jeng kena kasi suspen sket ni).......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(sila scroll ke bawah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baju batik sutera aku terkoyak bahagian belakang! Koyak yang besar occay...sampai menampakkan tali bra!!! Entah bila koyak aku pun tak tahu sbb masa aku iron baju tu pagi tu semuanya masih intact lagik. Patut la semua jantan-jantan ittew berminat giler ngan aku....aku wat TIGER SHOW FREE kat KL rupanya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dengan berbekalkan 'kemaluan' yang amat besar aku berlari masuk toilet dan menguncikan diri dalam toilet. Aku call laki aku ngan suara yang hampir2 nak nangis ni suruh dia ambik aku kat stesen Dang Wangi. Laki aku pulak bantai gelakkan aku...hampesss...bukannya nak bersimpati. Nasib baik pakai tudung...so aku bukak tudung dan besarkan lipatan. Okla untuk menutup belakang aku yang telah menjalankan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;striptease&lt;/span&gt; sepanjang hari ittew...dapat la aku berjalan keluar tanpa menerima 'kemaluan' tambahan lagik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-696579618557041720?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/696579618557041720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=696579618557041720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/696579618557041720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/696579618557041720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/06/satu-hari-itu.html' title='Satu Hari Itu...'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-3427292107183524025</id><published>2007-06-21T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T15:24:15.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenangan'/><title type='text'>Satu Malam Bulan Terang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Satu malam itu, aku tengah syok-syok baca novel seram kat ruang tamu. Adik-adik aku ngan mak ayah aku tengah syok tengok tv. Tiba-tiba mak aku suruh aku pi tutup jendela kat dapur and lampu luar bahagian belakang rumah aku memandangkan dah dekat pukul 9 dan semua orang dah mandi (masa tu pam air rumah aku rosak dan tak boleh nak mengepam air, so semua kena mandi kat telaga). Aku ni dahlah tgh syok baca novel hantu pastu kat dapur tak ada orang. Tingkap dapur aku tu betul-betul mengadap telaga yang terletak berdekatan ngan kitorang punyer warehouse perabut dan rumah pekerja yang dah lama tak digunakan. Kat belakang tu pulak ada kebun getah tua yang dah tak diusahakan dan dah jadi hutan. Aku pon protes la tapi mak aku menjalankan pemerintahan kuku besinya dan mengarahkan aku pi jugak. Pastu aku ajak adik aku temankan tapi sorang pon taknak tinggal citer best kat tv. Bapak aku lak dok ejek-ejek aku sebab penakut walhal suka sangat baca n tengok citer hantu. Maka tercabarlah ego aku yang memang pantang dicabar ni. Berkobar-kobarlah aku dengan langkah pendekar nya melangkah ke dapur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop ialah suis lampu luar. Memandangkan aku pikir bulan terang and lampu dapur terpasang so kira oklah. Cahaya rembulan n lampu dapur melimpahkan cahaya samar ke laman belakang umah aku tapi area sekitar telaga n rumah tinggal pekerja tu agak gelap kerana diteduhi pokok-pokok hutan yang merimbun. Dalam samar-samar cahaya tu aku bolehla nampak outline telaga aku tu. Maka aku dengan selamba kodoknya menghulurkan tangan mencapai daun jendela utk menutup jendela. Otak aku cuma pikir aku nak cepat sbb aku takut and aku nak sambung baca novel aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba!!! (jeng...jeng..jeng)...mata aku menangkap ada benda bergerak di telaga aku. Aku pandang sekali lagi...dengan limpahan cahaya rembulan dan cahaya lampu, aku boleh nampak dengan agak jelas tali timba yang berwarna hijau striking tu tertarik naik ke atas takal macam ada orang menimba air telaga (sesaper yang ada telaga/perigi kat rumah tahu lah apa itu timba iaitu pencedok air perigi). Hati aku dah berdebar-debar dah. Seram sejuk seluruh badan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pandang lagi betul-betul untuk memastikan yang apa aku nampak tu bukan khayalan ataupun mainan mata, daun pisang melambai pon disangkakan hantu. Pandang punya pandang memang sah tali timba tu bergerak sedangkan aku tak nampak sebarang makhluk melakukan aktiviti timba-menimba itu. By this time, bulu roma aku dan segala-gala bulu lain dah meremang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila aku boleh nampak timba yang berwarna putih itu terangkat dan air dicurah apalagi aku dengan sepantas Superman terbang ke ruang tamu sambil menjerit dengan nyaringnya"Abah!!!Ada hantu kat perigi!!!" Muka aku dah pucat lesi dah. Jendela ntah ke mana, terbiar jer tak bertutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bapak aku dan adik-adik aku yang terkejut bertempiaran datang ke dapur. Aku pulak tergagap-gagap menerangkan kat bapak aku apa yang aku nampak. Bapak aku antara caya dan tak caya pergi ke jendela nak melihat sendiri samada timba tu masih bergerak. Belum sempat bapa aku ke jendela, tiba-tiba pintu dapur terbukak dan lampu dapur berkelip-kelip. Aku dan adik-adik dah pandang satu sama lain dengan penuh debaran. Kemudian aku nampak ada kaki melangkah masuk dan tiba-tiba......... (jeng...jeng...jeng) (sila lihat bawah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laki sepupu aku dengan hanya bertuala melangkah masuk dengan muka konpius. Cheh! Rupa-rupanya laki sepupu aku yang mandi kat telaga tapi aku tak nampak dia sebab kulit dia gelap, aku hanya nampak tali timba dan timba bergerak jer. Hahahahahaha...siot jerrr!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-3427292107183524025?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/3427292107183524025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=3427292107183524025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3427292107183524025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3427292107183524025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/06/satu-malam-bulan-terang.html' title='Satu Malam Bulan Terang...'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-2479110155858934024</id><published>2007-06-20T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T09:43:31.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tensen'/><title type='text'>Tensennnn...Porno kah Itu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ari ni aku nak kasi teka teki. Sila baca di bawah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Access to http://www.haloscan.com/comments/ilham/2281998501962657981/ has been blocked by WebMarshal™&lt;br /&gt;Access to this site was blocked by the rule 'Block pornography'.&lt;br /&gt;Your company's web gateway has been configured to control access to this site. Contact your local I.T. Department or System Administrator if you need access for business purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ini mesej yang aku dapat bila aku cuba masuk haloscan blog Ilham, NHK atau blog aku sendiri. Soalannya sekarang, adakah blog-blog tersebut adalah blog-blog porno? Cepat-cepat, siapa dapat jawab dapat hadiah satu seat first class kat belakang harimau jadian saka Waris Jari Hantu untuk ke mana sahaja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-2479110155858934024?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/2479110155858934024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=2479110155858934024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2479110155858934024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2479110155858934024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/06/tensennnnporno-kah-itu.html' title='Tensennnn...Porno kah Itu?'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-2412525547258669306</id><published>2007-06-19T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T15:16:30.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petua'/><title type='text'>Petua oh Petua</title><content type='html'>Somebody emailed me this...hahahahah, lawak giler!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Petua Kahwin Lebih Dari Satu… (Untuk Lelaki Sahaja!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ada seorang kakak ni, dah dekat menapouse, tapi masih nampak bergetah kerana kulit cerah, kuning langsat, body masih mengancam jantan miang (lelaki beriman OK la kut…) dan kecil molek orangnya. Hanya 5 kaki tinggi lebih kurang. Oleh itu tak terserlah ketuaannya malah jadi siulan orang. Kak Nani, namanya Rosnani. Tapi entah macam mana, saya dengar berita suaminya kawin lagi satu. Siap bersanding lagi dengan pelamin vogue, dan paling pelik buat kat rumah sendiri.Bahkan dua kali ganda pelik, Kak Nani sebagai penyambut tetamu di hari bahagia suaminya. Juga tiga kali ganda pelik, Kak Nani sambut dengan senyuman ori (bukan kelat tau) di gerbang rumah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Apakah rahsia suami Kak Nani itu yang bekerja hanya sebagai anggota penolong penguatkuasa? Setahun, dah dapat orang baru, tak pasti lelaki ke perempuan, namun bila hampir genap dua tahun, cik abang tu kawin lagi satu tanpa menceraikan kedua-duanya. Ringkas cerita apa yang ditulis di perenggan kedua di atas tu berulang, bahkan isteri menyambut tetamu secara berjemaah, senyum, bangga dan tanpa sedih barang sekelumit pun ! Kak Nani pun montel, berisi dan bersusun gelang di tangan. Kagum saya akan suami Kak Nani! Telah ku sematkan di hati untuk mendapatkan petua dari cik abang apakah ilmu dimiliki.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sayugia, seminggu kemudian dengan beradabnya saya menemui Kak Nani sebagai isteri tua sebagai minta izin untuk berjumpa cik abang. Bila dilontarkan hajat mohon ilmu makrifat suami hebat, Kak Nani dengan yakinnya berkata, “Tak perlulah jumpa suami akak, sebab boleh akak nyatakan rahsianya tanpa was-was”. Saya agak kesal kerana tidak yakin dan, Kak Nani dengan pantas mencelah, “Akak nak jadi isteri yang taat, isteri yang adil, yang saksama, beri semua madu merasa apa yang akak rasa …” “Biarlah betul-betuk kak” kata saya . Jawab kak Nani, “kakak mahu semua madu rasa apa yang suami beri .., kalau dulu selalu akak kena penampar dan sepak terajang, kini mereka pun dapat, lewat layan seks kena tumbuk maka mereka pun rasa, makanan kurang panas kena baling dengan pinggan mereka pun alami, kejut suruh bangun subuh kena hentak di bucu katil mereka dapat juga, tanya kenapa balik lewat dibedal dengan buckle tali pinggang mereka pun rasa. Pokoknya apa yang Kak Nani rasa , mereka dapat dan rasa tanpa kecuali.Maka DAH KURANG apa yang akak dapat kerana pengagihan ADIL itu sesama kami”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saya terkulat-kulat memikirnya. Dengan senyum simpulnya Kak Nani menyambung, “dan sekarang akak boleh tidur lena, makan selera, badan tak lebam, sihat montel dan kini suami akak tak lagi minta duit gaji akak (bini lain gaji mahal), maka dapat beli gelang-gelang emas 916 ini”, sambil dia menggoyang-goyangkan lengan yang penuh gelang ibarat Rita Rudaini dalam filem Mami Jarum tu. Saya batalkan hajat nak jumpa cik abang tu, sebab bersyukur. Walaupun tak dapat ilmu kawin 3 , setidak-tidaknya saya masih seorang lelaki dan bukannya jantan !!…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-2412525547258669306?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/2412525547258669306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=2412525547258669306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2412525547258669306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2412525547258669306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/06/petua-oh-petua.html' title='Petua oh Petua'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-5145904846586488588</id><published>2007-06-18T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:55:29.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Menceceh'/><title type='text'>Research beb Research...Tak Reti-reti Lagi Ke?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bosannyerr....keje melambak tapi bosan dan malas ya amat. Ari ni aku nak menulis in Malay lak. Hehehehe. Apa nak citer yer? Hmmm....malas nak citer anything yang soppy or teary eyes. Ari ni aku nak light mood sket. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Malam tadi topik perbincangan kat yahoo room KL:2 adalah citer hantu. Mengenai betapa lawaknya citer hantu di Malaysia kebelakangan ni. Nampak sangat scriptwriter/director/producer tak buat research. For instance, citer Jangan Pandang Belakang, aku confuse betul, kalau tak silap aku saka yg dok kacau Dharma tu hantu raya, tapi naper lak hantu dier cam langsuir ngan rambut panjang semua? Pastu hantu dier blh merangkak cam hantu Jepun dalam Ju On lak. So kesimpulan aku ialah, sebetulnya produksi tu nak promotekan syampu all-in-1 sekalik plus nak promotekan zoo negara sempena Tahun Melawat Malaysia. Sebab tu laa hantu dier berambut panjang and dok melambai-lambai tangan cam orang utan kat zoo. Bagus...bagus...aku suka.. aku suka (sambil melompat-lompat tepuk tangan). Inilah yang kita mahu, produser yang menyokong hasrat kerajaan utk meningkatkan industri pelancongan negara. Produser camni la yang kita mahu, sambil menyelam minum air, sambil wat filem promotekan zoo negara sekalik. Sungguh bersemangat patriotik ini produser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Second film yang jadi topik perbincangan ialah Puaka Tebing Biru. Somebody mentioned pasal betapa kasih dan chentanyerr watak Fahrin dalam citer tu (aku tak ingat watak dia sebagai apa) sehinggakan sanggup simpan rangka si Umie Aida untuk dipeluk cium sepanjang masa. Aku heran laa...sbb bagi aku itu bukan cinta sejati tetapi nafsu pervert. Ya lahhh, hanya pervert jer yang bernafsu pada mayat atau tengkorak! So kesimpulan aku citer tu ialah mengenai kisah cinta seorang pervert yang bernafsu pada rangka tengkorak manusia. Tetapi memandangkan takut tak lepas Censorship Board, so diorang wat la konon-kononnya kisah cinta plus seram. Ya lah kan, kalau direct wat citer pasal pervert yang bernafsu pada mayat/rangka, karangkan kena ban la pulak n mengamuk la plak masyarakat malaysia kerana menonjolkan ciri-ciri 'kepervertan' di tahap maksima. Karang tak lepas masuk panggung Malaysia cam citer Brokeback Mountain tu siapa yang susah? Mereka dan keluarga mereka jugak yang susah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pastu kan aku heran naper hantu tu (watak Umie Aida) begitu multi tasking sekalik. Yerlaa...jadi hantu langsuir a.k.a cik ponti (kalau ikut history susur galur hantu-hantu kat Malaysia ni, pompuan mati beranak normally akan menjelma jadi langsuir) pon blh, jadi toyol/pelesit pon blh (check scene hantu tu hisap ibu jari Fahrin). Hello...tak pi wat research kat pameran hantu kat Muzium Negara/ Muzium Shah Alam ka? Alaaa...pameran yang havoc satu Malaysia tu yg kononnya berbondong-bondong orang pergi...begitulah cik puan dan tuan-tuan ya...lihatlah betapa 'lapar dahaganya' orang-orang Malaysia ni dengan hantu, pantang wat pameran hantu sure penuh. Walaupun in real fact pameran tu bukan pasal hantu tapi pasal orang naik hantu sebab nampak duit asyik masyukkk jerr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wat la research sket wahai abang-abang dan kakak-kakak scriptwriter/director/producer oiii. Yang hisap ibu jari tu pelesit/toyol sbb itu adalah peliharaan, so mak atau bapak toyol tu kena kasi hantu pelesit atau toyol tu minum darah diorang nak mengelakkan those hantu naik syeikh and pi 'kekoh' the owners tu! Aku rasa la kan, citer Puaka Tebing Biru ni actually nak promote productivity ngan wat multitasking ni. Elokla tu n aku suggest jabatan-jabatan kerajaan kena kerah anak-anak buah diorang tengok citer ni n belajar multitasking, baru la takder kol 10 aku call officer pi sarapan, kol 11 pi minum pagi kol 12 pi lunch, kol 2 semayang, kol 3 pi minum petang n kol 4 balik!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Citer Cermin lagi la aku tak paham. Apasal la ilmu hitam (ilmu pengasih) yang Mastura kenakan kat Hassan tu tak menjadi. Aku rasa la kan, si Mastura tu pi jumpa bomoh tipu alam ala-ala citer Do Re Mi tu. Kalau tak takkan la si Hassan tu tak sayang-sayang gak kat dier. Bomoh tu mesti tak ajar Mastura tu ilmu nak buat nasi kangkang, kalau tak sure si Hassan sayang dier. Yang si Hassan tu pon satu, boleh tuduh Mastura mandul padahal 2 tahun dia tak sentuh Mastura. Ni mesti kes cikgu sains mengajar kat depan dia dok lastik katak kat belakang. Apa dia ingat nak wat anak tu cukup si Mastura tido ternganga kuar air liur basi pastu budak tu terjun lompat masuk mulut Mastura terus pompuan tu mengandung?! Apa punyer 'turrr' la! Kalau yer pon nak wat jalan citer si Mastura ni mandul sbb tu laki dia kawin lain, pi la bukak balik buku sains ko yang lama-lama, tak pon bukak buku Alam dan Manusia darjah 5 tu (rasanya dah takder kot mata pelajaran ni skrg, budak skolah rendah pon dah belajar matapelajaran sains skrg). Or maybe ada something wrong ngan sistem pendidikan di Malaysia sampaikan script writer tak tahu basic science principle of creating a baby? Meh sini aku citer meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nak ada anak, si lelaki dan si pempuan kena wat sexual intercourse. Apa itu sexual intercourse? Sexual intercourse bermaksud memasukkan batang zakar lelaki ke dalam vagina perempuan, bukan ke dalam pusat perempuan yer macam satu kes family law yang aku belajar dulu (Ada kaa ko dok taram pusat bini ko sepanjang masa pastu ko nak bercerai sebab ko kata bini ko mandul. Ini punyer orang pon ada ka?!). Apabila berlaku penetration i.e. kemasukan zakar ke dalam vagina, si lelaki haruslah melakukan ejakulasi di dalam vagina iaitu melepaskan benihnya ke dalam rahim perempuan. Ejakulasi ini mestilah sempurna maksudnya premature ejaculation tak main yer tuan-tuan dan puan-puan. Benih lelaki ini dilepaskan melalui air mani. Air mani ini mengandungi spermatozoa atau lebih dikenali sebagai sperma atau sperm. Sperma lelaki ini akan travel melalui tiub fallopian si perempuan. Maka bermusafir la sang sperma mencari benih perempuan i.e. ovum di dlm rahim perempuan ini. Apabila sperma dan ovum bercantum, maka terbentuklah zigot yang seterusnya akan menjadi embryo. Kalau Allah kata 'kun faya kun', maka lahirlah seorang bayi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ha! Ambik ko. Panjang lebar aku citer tu. Kalau pasni tak reti-reti lagik aku tak tahu la. Jawabnya bangang ditahap maksimum la tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Satu lagi yang aku pelik dalam citer Cermin ni, ilmu hitam si Mastura tak menjadi tapi sumpahan tu menjadi plak. Camner tu? Sepatutnya kalau dah ilmu hitam tak menjadi sumpahan pon tak menjadi gak la. Ni mesti si Mastura ni senyap senyap pi berguru kat Siam tanpa bagitahu kita penonton yang bongok ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Citer Waris Jari Hantu pulak tak reti nak wat research pasal sosial ker? Mana ada golongan lembut ni dipanggil Mat Kepit! Tak pernah aku dengar pon! Tak reti-reti lagi nak belajar bahasa slanga? Biasanya cik pon-cik pon ni dipanggil mak nyah yer. Tak pon dipanggil ponen-ponen. Sepatutnya si Shuhaimi Baba ni kena baca blog-blog yang bersepah kat Malaysia ni, wat research sket on the bahasa slanga ni. Pastu plak, sepanjang kerjaya aku sebagai pengikut setia novel seram Tamar Jalis, tak pernah plak aku tahu pompuan yang pelihara harimau jadian. setahu aku yang pelihara harimau jadian ni lelaki berdagang ataupun orang yang bukak kampung. Harimau jadian digunakan untuk menjaga harta benda dan kampung daripada anasir jahat. Atau juga digunakan sebagai alternatif kepada LRT atau bullet train atau concorde jet atau pintu ke mana sahaja Doraemon apabila si pemilik tu nak ke mana-mana sepantas kilat a la Superman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Okla, penat la aku membebel pasal standard horror films Malaysia ni. Karang satu hari aku tak buat kerja. Sepatutnya aku kena tengok citer Puaka Tebing Biru betul-betul, belajar dari hantu tu cara-cara nak jadi produktif. Hahahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi kan, to give credit...citer Hollywood lagi mengarut. I always wonder whether Superman tu ada sexuality issue, sbb tu dia pakai spender kat luar. Or he's not comfortable with his 'man' thing, sbb tu kena pakai spender kat luar nak tell the world that he's man enuff. Maybe la kot...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-5145904846586488588?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/5145904846586488588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=5145904846586488588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5145904846586488588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5145904846586488588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/06/research-beb-researchtak-reti-reti-lagi.html' title='Research beb Research...Tak Reti-reti Lagi Ke?!'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-6234023370356934618</id><published>2007-06-13T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T14:58:07.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>If I'm Gone.. Will Somebody Miss Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/Rm_0OljuCBI/AAAAAAAAADE/FI6NUrDky1Q/s1600-h/bccd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075543836507113490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/Rm_0OljuCBI/AAAAAAAAADE/FI6NUrDky1Q/s320/bccd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;I was reading Teesh's blog about proper goodbye and I suddenly wondered, "If I'm Gone, Will Somebody Miss Me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;I guess in blogging world I don't really share that bond they are sharing, and most probably nobody will notice if I'm gone, nobody will miss me. Then I wonder again whether I'll be ok with that. After some pondering, I realised that I won't be ok, I'll be hurt because there's a part of me that want to be accepted, want to feel that I belong there. But I guess you can never force people to like you, to accept you. You are what you chose to be. And being me, I am never really good at keeping in touch and I'm not really good around people too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,0)"&gt;There are some people in this blogging world that I like to call my friends, I like to be around them, to laugh and to share with them. I remember the first time I met NHK, Lara, Fudhla, KPD and Vaart. Their warmths really make me feel comfortable, like I've known them for years. I guess I owed it to Ilham for it was in his blog the friendship blossomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Then after some incidents, I stopped frequenting Ilham's blog and except for occasional messages from NHK, Lara, KPD and Liana, I lost contact with most of those wonderful people that I called my cyber friends and I realised I miss them terribly. I miss Seri, Zack, Papaadlis, Epong, Bok D, Janelabu, Kak Ri, Vaart, Loba and few others. And I know for sure that there is only a thin line seperating cyber and reality. The line is so blurry and whatever happened online can hurt as much as the reality. You may say that you will never cross the bridge, you want to remain anonymous for the rest of your life but behind those nicks, behind those monitors and keyboards, there are real persons, real hearts involved. Whatever game you play, whatever trick you pull, you have to set ground rules coz wrong move can injure you as much as real game and trick can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;In real life, I know I don't have many friends. I have many acquaintances but I don't really have many friends. But I'm not complaining because those friends that I have are the greatest friends that a person can possibly asked for. I hope the friendship will survive any test whatsoever. It really sadden me if the friendship cannot survive the test. Some of my friendships failed the test and it really hurt to know that despite whatever you do, how much you care the friendship can no longer be salvaged because for some reason, we change, the friendship change and you can only hold it to your memory but you can't continue it no matter how much you wish for it. I just hope my friendship in this cyber world will also survive the test, I don't want to lose great friends because great friends are hard to find. And I just hope you guys share the same sentiment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;To my beloved and greatest friends, Ina, Kak Ida, Ruby, Yanti, NHK, KPD, Lara...I can't possibly ask for more because I found solace and strength in your presence. May this friendship survive all tests and hurdles that it may face. I can't thank you all enough for being my friends. May all your dreams come true and hope you'll find happiness in your life, especially in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-6234023370356934618?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/6234023370356934618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=6234023370356934618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/6234023370356934618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/6234023370356934618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-im-gone-will-somebody-miss-me.html' title='If I&apos;m Gone.. Will Somebody Miss Me?'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/Rm_0OljuCBI/AAAAAAAAADE/FI6NUrDky1Q/s72-c/bccd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16795099.post-4855664608384844777</id><published>2007-06-11T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T17:17:23.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary World of Delusional Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So many things I want to say left unsaid, so many things I want to tell left untold. I don't even know anymore what should I feel, what should I think. Everything got jumble up. I am, officially, in a delusional messy world of my own. Well, like I alway said to my friends, "Masalah cari sendiri, pandai-pandai la selesaikan sendiri." Huhuhuh. But the problem is, I don't know how to settle it! How can you settle the problem of heart? (mind you, nothing related to heart failure yeah!). How can you synchronise between your mind and your heart? Your mind tell you one thing and your heart tell another. Arghhhh...so stressfull!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to change. That is I know for sure. I need a change of atmosphere, a change of attitude, a change in thinking. But the problem is....I don't know where to start. If I continue like this, continue to let those tiny weeny problems to trouble me, I will never be able to achieve things that I want to achieve, I will never be a millionaire by the age of 40! (Yeah, I have that dream and I intend to achieve it!). Maybe this is a test for me. I realise now that Allah can test people in thousands or millions ways and everyone will have to face His test. It just that, in my case, I am being tested with problems of heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I just hope I can pass this test. I just hope I have the strengh to walk through it, to say that I don't care anymore...to say that what important is how to make things important in its own right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I know I am babbling nonsense but I always think there is always some wisdom in nonsense (if you get what I mean).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-4855664608384844777?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/4855664608384844777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=4855664608384844777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4855664608384844777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4855664608384844777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/06/ordinary-world-of-delusional-life.html' title='Ordinary World of Delusional Life'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-5085924647031395590</id><published>2007-06-07T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T15:53:43.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesanan untuk Seorang Sahabat</title><content type='html'>Sahabat...&lt;br /&gt;Tika malam tiba dan airmata menitis mengenang nasib diri&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah Dia&lt;br /&gt;Tika fajar menyinsing dan ayam berkokok menandakan dinihari&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah Dia&lt;br /&gt;Tika dada berat dan bahu perit menggalas&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah Dia&lt;br /&gt;Tika jiwa terhimpit dan jalan bagaikan sempit&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah Dia&lt;br /&gt;Tika mimpimu kelam dan hari makin gelap&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah Dia&lt;br /&gt;Tika usahamu habis dan hari makin payah&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah Dia&lt;br /&gt;Tika perut berkeroncong dan poketmu kian kosong&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah Dia&lt;br /&gt;Tika kau sunyi dan tiada siapa disisi&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah Dia&lt;br /&gt;Tika kau sepi dan kau rasa pedih di hati&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah Dia&lt;br /&gt;dan ingatlah juga kami di sini&lt;br /&gt;tidak kan dibiar kau bersendiri&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya hidup ini satu duri&lt;br /&gt;Dan indahnya mimpi bukan realiti&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tidakkan Dia menguji&lt;br /&gt;Andai kau tak mampu mengatasi&lt;br /&gt;Insya Allah&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari aku yakini&lt;br /&gt;Matahari kan menyinar pasti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat teman-teman yang dilanda masalah getir, ingatlah...tidaklah Allah berikan ujian pada hambaNya semata-mata melainkan untuk meningkatkan taraf kita sebagai mukmin. There is no problem without solution, the most important thing is to find the right one...Insya Allah, sama-samalah kita mencari.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-5085924647031395590?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/5085924647031395590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=5085924647031395590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5085924647031395590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5085924647031395590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/06/pesanan-untuk-seorang-sahabat.html' title='Pesanan untuk Seorang Sahabat'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-3635928970928154639</id><published>2007-05-28T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T17:55:59.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Jiwang Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah...Aku tak ingin lena di dada mentari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Berlabuh di kala senja berlari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biar terhumban ke bumi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biar ranap ke sisi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biarlah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biarlah pergi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerna aku tak ingin bermimpi di alam realiti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kerna indahnya ilusi tak bisa membujuk hati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kerna indahnya rayu tak bisa mengusir sayu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;biarlah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;biarlah berlalu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aku tak ingin lagi dipana janjimu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pergilah rinduku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pergilah menjauh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jangan lagi kau menatang cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jangan lagi kau menguntai kata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jangan lagi kau menabur asmara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pergilah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;usah kembali&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ku usirmu dari sisi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;biarlah ku bujuk hatiku sendiri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm feeling blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought your love is true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm such a fool for trusting you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But love u I still do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I'm feeling blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz I can't stop missing you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kebingungan aku mencari silapku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keliru aku mencerna maksudmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau datang tanpa pamitan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau pergi tanpa pesanan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andai aku tak pernah kau cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Untuk apa kau bermain kata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andai penantian satu seksa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Untuk apa kau berjanji setia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kekasih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku hitung mimpi dalam syurga fantasi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namun tak terhitung sepi dalam resah realiti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan hati ini kian mati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tika kau tidak lagi di sisi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kekasih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jika bicaraku mengguris kalbumu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maafkanlah aku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jika tulusku mencalar egomu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maafkanlah aku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jika cintaku melemas jiwamu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maafkanlah aku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan janganlah kau tinggalkan aku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tetapi kekasih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jika cintamu bukan lagi untukku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Khabarkanlah aku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerna aku tidak ingin lagi bermimpi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tika jaga dan juga lena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sahabat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di titian ini kita berlari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kita ketawa dan kita menangis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kita bersama mengejar fatamorgana mimpi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di titian ini kita belajar mengerti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Makna sepi dan juga mimpi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kita bersama mencapai pelangi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan dalam remang senja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dalam pelukan dan senyum ria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kita melangkah saat jatuhnya mentari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bersama janji dan ikrar pasti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esok hari kita kan kembali&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan kita kan bisa mengerti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apa makna sahabat sejati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Berkurun ku menanti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namun ku masih tak pasti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apakah cinta ini yang sejati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atau hanya mata yang mengaburi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah...hati-hati yang mati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memang bisa membutuh erti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namun keliru tak pernah pergi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinta ini masih disini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masih keliru antara mimpi dan realiti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingin ku elus wajahmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tatkala senja berlabuh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melerai rindu yang luluh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namun kau hilang di balik awan kelabu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingin ku dakap tubuhmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tatkala dingin mengganggu lenaku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menghangat mimpi-mimpiku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namun kau pergi dalam hening pilu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janjimu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andai mimpi itu yang kita miliki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biarlah tiada jaga dalam lena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katamu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andai aku tak kau miliki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biarlah rindu itu menjadi abadi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tergarit kesalku dihati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku guris hatimu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanpa ku sedari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namun apa dayaku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rindu ini biarlah kita biarkan mati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerna pintamu itu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biarpun seribu tahun berlalu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak mungkin dapat ku penuhi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinta ini biarlah kita biarkan pergi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerna mahumu itu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak mungkin dapat ku gagahi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biarlah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biarkan ia beku di hati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan kau tak mungkin lagi ku temui...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-3635928970928154639?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/3635928970928154639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=3635928970928154639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3635928970928154639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/3635928970928154639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/05/jiwang-time.html' title='Jiwang Time'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-2053596844408538826</id><published>2007-05-21T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T14:27:23.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>Talk About Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This blog was started as a reflection of my thought. Actually, I've started blogging since I left university, in 2001 if I'm not mistaken, when I was still doing my pupillage. But I've deleted the blog since I seldom updated it. I am not what people call an ardent blogger. I blog whenever I feel like coz I'm not really comfortable in exposing myself to people, that's why I prefer to 'abstractly' write whatever in my mind i.e. poetry. Nevertheless, I'm learning to slowly come out from my protective shell coz I realised that it helps me in keeping my sanity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a simple yet complicated person. Simple in appearance but complicated in mind. My mind constantly moving and I guess I scare people sometimes. Some of my friends cannot understand the way I think and that make me more protective of whatever is in my mind because (yeah, call me a 'plastic' or not being true to myself) I don't want to be called a weirdo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life for me is not just living but life for me is a journey. I sometimes wonder why I've been sent to this world (Yeah, it's typical and not original but it's the essence of the way I think). I always feel like I am destined to change the world (not literally though but at least my world and the world of people around me) but I can't pinpoint what I'm supposed to do. I always feel restless, like I'm suppose to do more but I don't know how much more is more? I suppose I have a dream so big and I think I am overwhelm by it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I feel lost, I feel frustrated and feel like I've fallen to the deepest pit of darkness. Sometimes I even wonder whether I'm crazy or something. I am in the dangerous zone of become jaded for life. Lol. But I always tell myself, look at the bright aspect of life. Yes, life is cruel and can be hellish sometimes but at least I have my family, I have my friends who love me and the world is actually beautiful if you know how and where to look for the beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I guess life has its ups and downs but life is definitely not bleak. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Like what Saiful Apek used to say in Gitu-gitu di Era...Stay Tuned and Stay Alive!&lt;/span&gt; Eventhough it is said in joking and funny manner but I think it sums up what life is. Simple in words but big in meaning. Yes, we have to stay tune to our surrounding so that we can learn how to enjoy life and how to stay alive!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-2053596844408538826?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/2053596844408538826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=2053596844408538826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2053596844408538826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2053596844408538826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/05/talk-about-life.html' title='Talk About Life'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-5001267031005741951</id><published>2007-05-17T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T10:17:24.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cerpen'/><title type='text'>Kerana Cinta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia tak puas hati. Mengapa mesti ibu menerima? Tidak ada lagi kah penderma lain? Tapi, benar juga kata ibu, andai ditangguh lagi, mungkin adik tidak akan sempat menyambut Syawal pada tahun ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ah, dia keliru. Dia tidak ingin adik pergi. Dalam dunia ini dia cuma ada adik dan ibu. Sudah terlalu lama adik sakit. Kasihan adik, tidak dapat bersuka ria bersama kawan-kawan. Usia remaja adik usai di katil hospital. Andai dia membantah, adik tidak mungkin dapat mengecapi keremajaannya. Tapi penderma itu seorang pembunuh! Dia tidak mahu darah pembunuh bercampur dengan darah adik. Adik anak yang baik, adik dari keluarga yang baik baik! Darah yang mengalir dari tubuh adik bukan dari calang-calang keturunan. Kami dari keturunan ulama besar. Datuk abah pengasas sekolah pondok terkenal di pantai timur, ayah abah seorang penasihat agama di raja dan abah sendiri berkelulusan al-Azhar. Adik juga ingin jadi seperti abah. Bukan sekali dua adik menyuarakan keinginannya untuk melanjutkan pelajaran ke al-Azhar. Adik seorang hafiz, sudah berpuluh kali adik khatam Quran. Mungkin kerana itulah adik tabah, wajah adik tetap tenang menguntum senyum walaupun dalam nafas yang payah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila dia suarakan ketidaksenangannya, adik kata seorang pembunuh itu juga manusia, makhluk Allah. Adik kata jangan terlampau cepat menilai. Ah, adik memang lurus, adik sentiasa memandang yang baik dalam diri orang lain. Bukan seperti dia, kerjayanya sebagai wartawan membuatkan dia prejudis, terlampau banyak yang dilihatnya sepanjang bergelar wartawan penyiaran. Berapa ramai orang terutama ahli politik yang nampak baik tapi bagaikan musang berbulu ayam, bagai haruan di air tenang. Sanggup menggadai maruah bangsa dan agama. Bagai Pak Kadok, ayam menang kampung tergadai! Begitulah kebanyakannya, sanggup menggadai bangsa dan negara andai poket mereka penuh sentiasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, bak kata seorang teman, dunia memang materialistik. Tanpa duit bagaimana nak hidup di dunia ini? Itu kata teman dan juga katanya sendiri. Baginya duit amat penting. Apatah lagi bila melihat betapa susahnya arwah abah cuba mempertahankan sekolah pondok tanpa sumber kewangan yang kuat. Betapa ibu susahnya ibu membesarkan dia dan adik setelah abah pergi. Betapa susahnya untuk adik mendapat rawatan hanya kerana mereka tidak berduit. Dua bulan lepas, adik sepatutnya sudah menjalani pemindahan jantung tetapi tahu-tahu adik terpaksa menunggu lagi. Kemudian dia mendapat tahu rupa-rupanya jantung yang dikhususkan untuk adik telah dipindahkan kepada anak seorang ahli politik, hanya kerana mereka lebih berharta dan mempunyai pengaruh! Ah, dalam hal hidup dan mati juga diperdagangkan. Itulah lumrah. Kerana itulah dia berusaha keras, dia ingin keluarganya senang, dia ingin adik mendapat rawatan yang sewajarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata adik, mungkin ada hikmah kenapa Allah menghindarkan jantung tersebut dari menjadi miliknya. Jantung itu milik seorang pemuda yang hanya tua sedikit daripada adik, terlibat dalam kemalangan jalan raya akibat berlumba. Keluarganya bersetuju untuk mendermakan jantungnya apabila doktor mengisytiharkan otaknya telah mati akibat kecederaan parah di kepala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia tidak tahu kenapa adik masih boleh begitu tenang, dia tidak tahu kenapa adik masih boleh begitu sabar. Adik kata andai mati suratannya, dia redha kerana dia begitu mencintai mati. Pinta adik agar dia dan ibu redha membenarkan adik pergi bertemu Khaliknya. Kata adik bukan adik berputus asa untuk hidup tapi adik cuma tidak ingin menidakkan mati, adik bersedia untuk mati andai ajalnya tersurat pada usianya enam belas tahun. Itu kata adik tetapi tidak dia. Dia belum bersedia melepaskan adik pergi. Dia hanya ada adik dan ibu, dia tidak mahu kehilangan salah satu daripada mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini majikannya mengarahkan dia menemuramah bakal penderma adik. Benar katanya, manusia memang materialistik. Tidakkah majikannya tahu gelodak hatinya, tidak kah majikannya sensitif pada adik yang bertarung untuk hidup? Kata majikannya, berita itu mempunyai nilai komersil, seorang banduan yang dijatuhkan hukuman penjara seumur hidup mendermakan jantungnya untuk seorang remaja yang memerlukan pemindahan jantung dengan segera. Ah! Mereka hanya mementingkan nilai berita, mereka tidak peduli hati dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatinya memberontak. Tapi dia terpaksa demi tugas. Dia menunggu dengan hati yang membengkak ditemani warden penjara dan jurukamera. Seboleh-bolehnya dia tidak ingin berjumpa dengan banduan tersebut, banduan yang bergelar pembunuh. Dia tidak mahu menatap wajah seorang pembunuh. Biarlah hanya jantungnya yang berdenyut dalam dada adik, dia tidak mahu perlakuannya bercambah dalam diri adik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang lelaki separuh umur berpakaian seragam penjara dibawa ke bilik dia menunggu. Dia sedikit terpempan, wajah itu jernih dan bersih, tenang sekali...seperti wajah adik, seperti wajah abah. Dalam fikirannya sebelum ini banduan tersebut berwajah bengis, dia membayangkan seorang samseng yang membunuh tiga orang seperti yang tercatat di dalam fail polis yang dibacanya. Dia sama sekali tidak menduga lelaki berwajah bersih dan tenang itulah yang akan mendermakan jantungnya untuk adik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki itu melemparkan senyuman. Ah, senyumannya persis senyuman abah! Dia merenung ke dalam mata banduan tersebut, cuba mencari sisa-sisa keganasan yang mungkin masih tersembunyi di dalam mata yang bening tetapi penuh kesedihan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Assalamualaikum." Sapa banduan tersebut, lembut dan persis abah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waalaikumussalam." Jawabnya dalam keliru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saya diberitahu cik akan menemuduga saya. Saya juga diberitahu cik adalah kakak kepada Firdaus, budak lelaki yang bakal menerima jantung saya." Lembut tuturnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia hanya mengangguk. Dia makin keliru. Ah...tidak mungkin lelaki ini sama yang telah membunuh tiga orang lelaki. Roman wajahnya persis abah, tutur katanya persis adik, lembut dan tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Apa soalan yang Cik ingin tanyakan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Benarkah Encik telah membunuh tiga orang?” Tiba-tiba soalan itu terpacul dari bibirnya. Dia tersentak, bukan itu yang sepatutnya ditanyakannya. Dia hanya mengetap bibir, sedikit terkesal dengan kelancangannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki di hadapannya itu hanya tersenyum. Tidak sedikit pun terusik dengan pertanyaannya yang lantang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Benar.” Sepatah jawapan tanpa ragu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia terdiam. Terkejut dengan jawapan jujur yang diberikan. Biasanya banduan yang ditemuinya ramai yang menidakkan kesalahan sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kenapa?” Dia tidak dapat mengelak dari bertanya, keinginannya untuk mengetahui begitu mendesak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kerana Cinta.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tersentak dia. Apa maksud lelaki ini. Adakah pembunuhan itu bermotif cemburu? Ah, satu alasan yang tidak dapat dia terima. Cemburu tidak menjustifikasikan kehilangan tiga nyawa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maksud Encik.” Sinar matanya kembali memaparkan prejudis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki itu tersenyum lagi. Wajahnya tetap tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kerana Cinta. Cinta anak saya yang dikandung isteri saya selama 9 bulan. Cinta anak saya yang lahir dari ikatan cinta saya dan isteri.” Kali ini suaranya tidak lagi tenang. Ada getar dalam bicaranya. Mata beningnya memandang di kejauhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia hanya diam. Dia tahu lelaki itu telah berada dalam dunianya sendiri. Dia tak perlu bertanya, lelaki itu perlu bercerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cinta Mawaddah. Anak saya yang telah saya tatang sejak dari lahir hingga ke besar. Dia sepatutnya sebaya Cik sekarang.” Lelaki itu tersenyum sayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Apa terjadi?” Ketidaksabarannya membuatkan dia bertanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Saya membunuh kerana Cinta. Cik tentu membayangkan saya seorang lelaki ganas dan bengis kerana membunuh tiga orang lelaki bukan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia sedikit kurang selesa, hanya mengangguk dalam bersalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Saya bukanlah lelaki bengis. Saya hanya lelaki biasa, yang mengimpikan yang terbaik untuk keluarga saya. Saya bukanlah ketua samseng ataupun ahli militant, saya hanya meniaga di pasar malam dan mengajar al-Quran dan silat untuk menampung kehidupan kami sekeluarga. Cinta lahir setelah lima tahun saya dan isteri menunggu. Cinta adalah ikatan kasih kami, kerana itulah kami namakan dia Cinta Mawaddah, sebagai symbol cinta kami. Kami harap dia akan membesar sebagai seorang yang lemah lembut dan penyayang.” Mata lelaki tersebut kelihatan bergenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bila Cinta lahir, kami telah sepakat berjanji untuk memberi Cinta didikan yang sempurna, dari segi duniawi ataupuk ukhrawi. Saya beri dia didikan yang sempurna. Saya ajar dia ilmu agama, belum umurnya dua belas tahun, Cinta dah dua kali khatam Quran. Dari segi pelajaran formal juga Cinta hebat, dia sentiasa dalam kelas teratas dan dia tidak pernah dapat nombor kurang dari tiga dalam kelasnya.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia hanya mendengar, cuba menahan dari bertanya. Dia ingin sekali mengetahui apa yang berlaku pada Cinta sehingga lelaki berwajah tenang di depannya itu sanggup membunuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cinta membesar sebagai gadis yang bijak dan cantik. Dia berhemah dan berbudi pekerti. Semua orang memuji. Bukan sedikit yang cuba mendekati Cinta. Yang merisik untuk dijadikan menantu pun ramai. Tapi kata Cinta dia ingin membahagiakan kami dahulu, dia ingin melihat kami senang. Kami memang bangga. Tidak putus-putus kami panjatkan kesyukuran kepada Allah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Selepas SPM, Cinta mendapat tawaran untuk melanjutkan pelajaran ke luar negeri. Mula-mula kami agak bimbang untuk membenarkan Cinta pergi ke sebuah negara asing bersendirian. Apatah lagi negara barat yang penduduk Islamnya ada lah minority. Tetapi Cinta memujuk. Memang menjadi hasratnya sejak sekian lama untuk melanjutkan pelajarannya ke luar negeri. Kata Cinta, kami tak perlu bimbang. Kami telah memberikannya ilmu dunia dan ilmu agama yang secukupnya. Insya Allah dia kuat untuk melawan segala dugaan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Setahun di Pusat Persediaan dan tiga tahun di luar negara, Cinta pulang ke tanah air membawa segulung ijazah. Kami bersyukur, Cinta masih tidak berubah. Santunnya masih dijaga. Dia masih lagi muslimah yang baik.” Segarit senyum terukir dibibir lelaki tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tidak sukar untuk Cinta mendapatkan kerja. Tidak sampai dua bulan di tanah air, Cinta menjawat jawatan sebagai jurutera di ibu kota. Sekali lagi kami berpisah dengan Cinta. Tetapi kali ini kami yakin, andai Cinta mampu menjaga tatasusila dan kedaulatan agamanya di negara asing, kami yakin Cinta akan mampu berbuat begitu juga di negara sendiri. Kami lepaskan Cinta sekali lagi, kali ini merantau ke ibu kota untuk mencari rezeki. Segunung keyakinan dan seribu doa kami iringkan untuk Cinta.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatinya berdebar. Dia dapat merasakan sesuatu yang buruk berlaku kepada Cinta dari raut wajah lelaki di depannya yang kian muram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Setahun, dua tahun, Cinta masih lagi anak yang baik. Dia tidak pernah lupa mengirimkan wang pada kami, pantang ada kelapangan Cinta akan pulang bertemu kami. Kalau tidak pun dia akan meminta kami ke sana menemaninya. Apatah lagi dia sudah membeli sebuah rumah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Masuk tahun ketiga, Cinta makin jarang pulang. Telefon pun sudah jarang-jarang. Memandangkan kesihatan isteri tidak berapa mengizinkan, kami juga jarang ke ibu kota untuk bertemu Cinta. Apabila saya bertanya, Cinta menjawab dia sibuk. Katanya dia baru dinaikkan pangkat dan dia ingin bekerja keras agar dapat banyak wang untuk merawati sakit ibunya. Kami tidak kisah, kami tahu Cinta anak yang baik.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Satu hari Cinta pulang bersama seorang lelaki berbangsa asing. Cinta sudah berubah. Rambutnya yang panjang sudah tidak lagi dilitupi tudung. Wajahnya yang dulu bersih dan mulus tanpa mekap sudah diconteng berbagai warna. Kata Cinta kerjayanya menuntut dia bergaya. Kalau dia masih lagi bertudung litup dan berbaju kurung, dia tidak akan maju. Kami tersentak. Apa sudah jadi pada Cinta?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cinta kemudian memberitahu kami lelaki bersamanya itu adalah teman lelakinya. Mereka bercadang untuk berkahwin dan pulang untuk memohon restu. Kami gembira, kami tidak kisah siapa pilihannya asalkan dapat membahagiakan dia. Namun apabila kami bertanya samada lelaki tersebut sanggup memeluk Islam atau tidak, Cinta hanya mendiamkan diri. Katanya perkara itu akan dibincangkan nanti. Apabila kami mendesak, Cinta mengamuk dan merajuk. Cinta pulang ke ibu kota pada hari itu juga bersama lelaki tersebut. Tidak pernah sekali pun Cinta meninggi kan suara kepada kami, tetapi hari itu dia menengking ibunya. Katanya kami tidak memahami hatinya. Katanya lagi lelaki itu adalah cinta sejatinya, dia rela mati bersama lelaki tersebut. Sejak hari itu Cinta tidak menghubungi kami”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Isteri saya menangis. Dia yang sememangnya lemah makin sakit apabila mengenangkan sikap Cinta. Saya cuba menghubungi Cinta tetapi dia telah mematikan talian telefonnya. Apabila di telefon ke pejabat, saya diberitahu Cinta telah berpindah kerja dan mereka tidak tahu di mana Cinta bekerja. Dia juga telah menjual rumahnya. Saya buntu. Isteri makin sakit merindukan Cinta.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Satu hari teman saya yang berbangsa asing memberitahu dia seperti ternampak Cinta di sebuah gereja di ibu kota. Saya tersentak, sukar untuk saya percaya. Teman saya juga agak kurang yakin kerana dia mengenali Cinta, bagaimana taatnya Cinta pada tuntutan agama. Tetapi hati saya berdetik yang itu mungkin benar adalah Cinta, setelah apa yang dia beritahu kami, mungkin benar itu adalah dia.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak disedari entah bila air matanya menitis. Segala prejudisnya luluh apabila mendengar cerita lelaki tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bersama-sama dengan teman saya itu saya ke tempat yang dikatakan. Kami berdua menunggu di luar gereja pada hari Ahad. Benarlah, kami dapat melihat dengan jelas Cinta berjalan keluar sambil berpelukan dengan lelaki yang diperkenalkan pada kami dahulu. Hati saya luluh, anak yang saya didik, saya asuh sejak kecil telah musnah imannya. Apa salah kami? Dia telah saya didik sesempurna yang mungkin. Mungkin benar kata orang iman tidak boleh diwarisi, tetapi saya telah didik dia dengan hukum hakam, halal haram.” Airmata lelaki itu tumpuh, tembok kelakiannya runtuh mengenangkan anak kesayangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat ini dia terkedu. Esakannya kedengaran. Luluh hatinya mendengar rintihan lelaki malang itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kami ekori mereka berdua sehingga ke rumah mereka. Tetapi kami tak buat apa-apa. Kami kembali ke kampong. Tapi sedikit pun saya tak beritahu isteri saya apa-apa. Saya tak mahu isteri saya kecewa. Tetapi, dua hari kemudian, isteri saya semakin tenat. Bibirnya hanya menyebut nama Cinta. Saya kembali ke rumah tersebut bersama seorang saudara. Saat pintu di buka, wajah Cinta berubah. Saya merayu Cinta agar pulang ke pangkuan kami. Tetapi Cinta menolak mentah-mentah. Kata Cinta dunianya sekarang di situ. Dia bukan lagi Cinta Mawaddah, anak kami tetapi dia telah menjadi Cynthia Joseph, isteri kepada lelaki asing itu. Dia bukan lagi seorang Muslimah dan kami tidak lagi mempunyai hak ke atasnya. Tanpa saya sangka Cinta mengatakan “LA IKROHA FIDDIN”, Cinta memutarkan belitkan ayat Quran sedangkan dia tahu, tiada paksaan di dalam agama tetapi seandainya seseorang itu telah Islam, maka dia tertakluk pada hukum dan hakam.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Berderai air mata saya mendengar kata-kata anak yang saya tatang selama ini. Tidak pernah sekali pun saya jentik dia tetapi hari itu tangan saya naik ke mukanya. Dia membalas dengan mengherdik saya. Dan lelaki yang dipanggil suami itu membalas dengan menumbuk saya. Cinta hanya melihat tanpa perasaan, dia hanya memandang saya dipukul oleh suaminya dan seorang rakannya yang lain. Rupa-rupanya lelaki tersebut telah memanggil rakan-rakannya. Saudara saya telah dibelasah di luar rumah dan di dalam rumah mereka membelasah saya tanpa belas kasihan. Saya terpaksa bertindak atau nyawa saya dan saudara saya melayang. Pencak silat saya buka, dalam tanpa saya sedari, dalam usaha menyelamatkan diri dan saudara saya, saya telah menyebabkan kematian tiga orang dan mendatangkan cedera parah kepada lelaki yang dikatakan suami Cinta.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cinta menuduh saya menyerang mereka, sedangkan yang sebaliknya berlaku. Memandangkan lelaki tersebut mempunyai pengaruh, segala fakta telah diputarbelitkan. Hancur hati saya apabila anak sendiri memberikan kenyataan kepada mahkamah bahawa saya telah menyerang mereka. Isteri saya tidak dapat menanggung kecewa, dia meninggal setelah seminggu saya bergelar banduan. Saya sudah tidak punya apa-apa lagi, kerana itulah andai mati yang ditakdirkan untuk saya, biarlah jantung saya menjadi penyambung hayat adik Cik. Andai diri saya berdosa kerana mempertahankan maruah diri, keluarga dan agama dan andai tangan ini kotor dengan darah dan kematian, biarlah jantung saya menjadi galang gantinya, izinkanlah saya menyambung kehidupan seorang insan lain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia terkedu. Lelaki di depannya rupanya bukan pembunuh, tetapi pembela maruah dan agama. Benar kata adik, Allah mempunyai perancangan untuk segalanya. Dia tersenyum. Dia tahu adik akan bangga andai darah pembela agama mengalir bersama darahnya, adik akan bangga andai dia menjadi penyambung nafas seorang pejuang. Dan benarlah lelaki tersebut membunuh kerana CINTA, kerana cintanya kepada maruah agama yang diinjak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-5001267031005741951?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/5001267031005741951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=5001267031005741951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5001267031005741951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5001267031005741951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/05/kerana-cinta.html' title='Kerana Cinta...'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-841995468280936326</id><published>2007-05-16T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T12:52:27.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>All I Want...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want is to reach for the stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twinkling high above in the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the land of dreams so far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And mountains of hope so high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want is to touch the rainbow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So vibrant across the meadow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I look through my window&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spreading hope and soothing my sorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want is to kiss your lips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And be in your arms when I sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I dream of you and my heart leaps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But instead I fall into the darkest pit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I get nothing but wound so deep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-841995468280936326?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/841995468280936326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=841995468280936326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/841995468280936326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/841995468280936326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-i-want.html' title='All I Want...'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-4379506924663577830</id><published>2007-05-14T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T09:13:54.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Nothing At All</title><content type='html'>What should I write tonight? Hmmm...should I write about how lonely I feel  or how tired I am, how frustrated I am?Maybe I should write about nothing. About how I had nothing in my life, how I feel nothing, how I gain nothing. Should I? Should I write about nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I write about anything...anything that come into my mind. Anything that I feel like writing which is actually...hmmm..nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind has nothing...nothing is everything right now. Am I making any sense to you? Actually...I don't know anything about nothing. And I am rambling about everything which equal to nothing! Arghhh... and I don't know whether I'll get something out of nothing! Help me please, help me to have everything out of nothing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-4379506924663577830?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/4379506924663577830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=4379506924663577830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4379506924663577830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4379506924663577830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/05/nothing-at-all.html' title='Nothing At All'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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-16795099.post-4848794303092336307</id><published>2007-05-08T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:12:48.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Gifts for Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Mother's Day is getting nearer. What to get for our moms? Hmm...that is always a very difficult task. There seem to be no gift that can compete with the value of mother's love, with what our mothers have given to us. Mother's love is something that cannot be valued with money. It's an invaluable gift of all. It's always comforting to look back and remembering the warm of her embrace, the smell of her perfume, the softness of her touch and the most important thing that I believe most of us can't forget is the smell and the taste of her cooking. It feels like you're eating the most delicious and tastiest food in this planet earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, eventhough we can't never repay our mothers for their love, it doesn't mean we shouldn't splurge money for them, right? For those who are still looking and thinking about what to get for your mother, maybe you want to consider getting jewelery with unique and interesting designs for your mom. Definitely worth every penny 'coz nobody else will be wearing the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RkBD8coe5gI/AAAAAAAAACE/S08tQ2ZQeoI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062119166503216626" style="margin: 8px 10px 10px 0px;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RkBCj8oe5fI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ni819R_XMfI/s200/diamonds.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RkBGesoe5kI/AAAAAAAAACk/orm_ufh1POA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062123474355414594" style="" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RkBGesoe5kI/AAAAAAAAACk/orm_ufh1POA/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" height="156" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's husband is a skilled jeweler, and a very creative one too. He can design, create and make jeweleries from scratch, either rings, bracelets or necklaces, you just name it. You can even ask him to make a customize design for yourself, or you can design the pattern that you want and commission him to do it for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RkBEdsoe5hI/AAAAAAAAACM/9mhsHVnveFY/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062121258152289810" style="width: 200px; height: 124px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RkBEdsoe5hI/AAAAAAAAACM/9mhsHVnveFY/s200/untitled1.bmp" border="0" height="111" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RkBE-8oe5iI/AAAAAAAAACU/8leWg22ZE6A/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062121829382940194" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RkBE-8oe5iI/AAAAAAAAACU/8leWg22ZE6A/s200/untitled2.bmp" border="0" height="123" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RkBFY8oe5jI/AAAAAAAAACc/QLAkvrWvdX4/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062122276059538994" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RkBFY8oe5jI/AAAAAAAAACc/QLAkvrWvdX4/s200/untitled3.bmp" border="0" height="122" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who want to know more, please visit this site: &lt;a href="http://golddustrainbow.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://golddustrainbow.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt; or leave your email or contact number here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-4848794303092336307?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/4848794303092336307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=4848794303092336307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4848794303092336307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/4848794303092336307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/05/gifts-for-mothers-day.html' title='Gifts for Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/RkBCj8oe5fI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ni819R_XMfI/s72-c/diamonds.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16795099.post-5136021069502298884</id><published>2007-05-06T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:10:05.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Journey Into The Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/Rj3YlMoe5ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/ajrYyeBdrjQ/s1600-h/de27_020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/Rj3YlMoe5ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/ajrYyeBdrjQ/s200/de27_020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061439689792087442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lately, my favorite past time is looking through old pictures of my siblings. It amazes me how fast they grow. Sometimes I keep forgetting that my brothers are no longer boys, they are now men and my sister is no longer cute little girl with curly hair but a full grown woman. Growing up in a big family holds a lot of memories. With almost all of us constantly at each others throat. When we were growing up, there was no peace and quiet in our dictionary. Every day and every night was a struggle to keep everybody from kicking or yelling at each others. Even though I'm the second eldest but I was practically the eldest since my sister was in boarding school since Form 1. I was practically their surrogate mom considering the fact that my mom don't really have the time to focus on all 9 of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/Rj3bC8oe5dI/AAAAAAAAABs/pTw2_pXsJJU/s1600-h/de27_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/Rj3bC8oe5dI/AAAAAAAAABs/pTw2_pXsJJU/s200/de27_016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061442399916451282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder where all the times have gone. Why the time moves so fast. In my heart they are still little kids, I still want to shelter them from all the hideous things in this world. I still want them to be pure and innocent. Sometimes when my brothers come to my house and stay with us for a while, I always nag them whenever they went out and come back home late and they will complaint that I've treated them like little kids. I guess for me they are still my little brothers. And it will forever be that way until they get married and have kids of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/Rj3aasoe5bI/AAAAAAAAABc/9l5hEuYxPV4/s1600-h/de27_039+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/Rj3aasoe5bI/AAAAAAAAABc/9l5hEuYxPV4/s200/de27_039+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061441708426716594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Every time my seventh brother come to my house, I nag him endlessly when he go out at night and fail to come back on time. I still give him curfew but he always fail to follow it. Whenever he did that, I'll ground him and he'll be begging me to let him go out. And I still call him Aja even though is now 22 years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/Rj3arsoe5cI/AAAAAAAAABk/ad8_OVHEbQ8/s1600-h/de27_036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 8px 8px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/Rj3arsoe5cI/AAAAAAAAABk/ad8_OVHEbQ8/s200/de27_036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061442000484492738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;My youngest brother is now in Form 5. And I still call him Adik or Jimmy. He got so upset when we called him Adik or Jimmy  in front of his friends because his friends will make fun of him. He'll refuse to respond until we call him his full name. And I still call my second youngest brother Nanan. Sometimes when we were crossing roads, I still hold his hand. One day when he was in Form 4 he complained; "Kakchik jangan pegang tangan lagi bila lintas jalan, orang dah besar." I looked at him and suddenly I realised he was right, he was no longer a little boy that I need to hold hand whenever we crossed the road. And I was overcame with emotion. I felt sad because my brothers have grown up! I miss the time when I can still cuddle them, hug them and kiss their cheeks. Now if I tried to hug them or kiss their cheeks, they will run a thousand miles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/Rj3dXsoe5eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VLtRfIKURWY/s1600-h/de27_040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/Rj3dXsoe5eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VLtRfIKURWY/s200/de27_040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061444955421992418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/Rj3aJsoe5aI/AAAAAAAAABU/KouiWu6iQ3E/s1600-h/de27_034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/Rj3aJsoe5aI/AAAAAAAAABU/KouiWu6iQ3E/s200/de27_034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061441416368940450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess there will be the time I have to let them go, to give them the room for themselves and it is now. They are no longer my cute little brothers and sister, they are now full grown men and women. I just hope they will find their life partners who will not take them away from my family. I hope they'll be wise enough in whatever decision they want to take and i hope all of them will lead a happy and successful life. To all my brothers and sisters, I love you all and in my heart, you'll forever be my little brothers and sister. And I'll forever be your nagging big sister whenever you make mistake. And I reserve the right to ground you all for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-5136021069502298884?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/5136021069502298884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=5136021069502298884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5136021069502298884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/5136021069502298884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/05/journey-into-time.html' title='Journey Into The Time...'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_V4sC2GdyAGQ/Rj3YlMoe5ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/ajrYyeBdrjQ/s72-c/de27_020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16795099.post-2589912551940358159</id><published>2007-05-05T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T20:17:05.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Just Filling the Gap in My Heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Apakah itu bayangmu yang mencumbu rinduku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tatkala rintik hujan membuai sayuku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lantas ku carimu dalam gerimis merintik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dan dalam sendu air mata yang menitis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ku carimu dalam setiap helaan nafasku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dalam tiap kerdipan mataku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ku carimu dalam tiap degupan jantungku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dalam tiap debar hatiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ah...apakah itu bayanganmu yang bertamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tatkala senja berlabuh dan mentari beradu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Apakah itu derap langkah kakimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tatkala fajar menyinsing dan embun menitis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ku masih mencarimu dalam api cemburu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dalam tiap prasangka rinduku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ah...kan ku carimu dalam tiap ruang hidupku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dan tiap detik yang berlalu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16795099-2589912551940358159?l=haneem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/feeds/2589912551940358159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16795099&amp;postID=2589912551940358159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2589912551940358159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16795099/posts/default/2589912551940358159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haneem.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-filling-gap-in-my-heart.html' title='Just Filling the Gap in My Heart...'/><author><name>Hanim</name><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></feed>
