<?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-16347475</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:48:01.076+08:00</updated><category term='wedding'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>A Special Me!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-3974210567828218746</id><published>2010-10-12T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:36:23.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think positive, live positive..</title><content type='html'>Is it possible for normal human beings to be positive all the time? What does it takes to be positive all the time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so down, but when I look at other people who also have feelings and most importantly different views on certain issues, how do they face all the negative things (problems)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to  see myself as optimistic, confident and nice, but sometimes I over done everything that I didn't notice had touched people's feelings. Sorry won't be enough, not to undone the mishaps, but I must say sorry, still..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-3974210567828218746?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/3974210567828218746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=3974210567828218746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/3974210567828218746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/3974210567828218746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2010/10/think-positive-live-positive.html' title='Think positive, live positive..'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-1689918184141865847</id><published>2010-07-11T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T10:17:28.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Al+Lin's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/TDnHyrK-yKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/hzADQCqFXFE/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/TDpsALYaaNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CMQ90sgIkq0/s320/118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492821445842725074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-1689918184141865847?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/1689918184141865847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=1689918184141865847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/1689918184141865847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/1689918184141865847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2010/07/allins-wedding.html' title='Al+Lin&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/TDnHyrK-yKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/hzADQCqFXFE/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-5876840872800416735</id><published>2010-04-26T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:34:40.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nilai - Putrajaya - Bangi</title><content type='html'>At last, I got to go somewhere, away from home.. away from boredom.. hehe.. my husband had just gotten a new work place in Nilai, he will be starting in June.. Alhamdulillah.. (I didn't manage to tell Acu yet, cause it hard to skype with her lately.. but it's ok, something must be happening now, i guess..) So he asked me to go see his new work place there. To me it's like "org mengantuk disorongkan bantal" and i jump to the idea of going jalan2. So the three of us (Aishah, my hubby n me) went to Nilai, which took us about 1 hour and a half, about 77km. I hope my hubby'll be a lot calmer and happier at this new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't wanna go home, and i was still early to go home, I asked to go to Putrajaya.. so there we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/S9RsYMBsx2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/ra39lOcAGvk/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/S9RsYMBsx2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/ra39lOcAGvk/s320/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464111410708268898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masjid Putrajaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/S9RsX4rp43I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DD3CsOk6IUE/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/S9RsX4rp43I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DD3CsOk6IUE/s320/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464111405515531122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hotter than u think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/S9RsXHYbdVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/J5QyuL5Ic-A/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/S9RsXHYbdVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/J5QyuL5Ic-A/s320/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464111392281556306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, really hot that we have to hide away from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/S9RsWgl8RvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UvkSk9Iu77A/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/S9RsWgl8RvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UvkSk9Iu77A/s320/062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464111381869250290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishah: apa kejadahnya?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: what the?&lt;br /&gt;we were worried about the safety cautions taken while the work is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/S9RsVwvWRvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FCOTwT_ikDI/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/S9RsVwvWRvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FCOTwT_ikDI/s320/054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464111369023801074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this love is unbreakable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-5876840872800416735?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/5876840872800416735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=5876840872800416735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/5876840872800416735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/5876840872800416735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2010/04/nilai-putrajaya-bangi.html' title='Nilai - Putrajaya - Bangi'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/S9RsYMBsx2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/ra39lOcAGvk/s72-c/055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-3754738067716199993</id><published>2010-04-19T01:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T02:03:17.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not really a lonely journey after all...</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah... I've completed all the assignments for this semester. I got 1-2 days (only) excuse because of the myomectomy operation i had last Monday.. I stayed at the hospital until Wednesday, then when the dr said it's okay for me to leave, i left. In fact i think the leaving part didn't take so long, at 9.30 am the nurse said everything was ready for me to leave (which is unbelievable, because the day before, the patient in front of me had to wait until 2pm, to be discharged). Babah arrived at 11am though, after settling the bills, and getting medicine supply from the pharmacy, we left the hospital at exactly 12 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I've started doing the final assignment before the operation, staying at babah's gave me time to concentrate on the essay almost 100%. But i couldn't sit for so long, i'd to lie down every hour. But Alhamdulillah, I've completed the last task. Eera is willing to help me with the printing, binding, and even sending my assignment to Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why i have such title for this entry, i thought I'm alone, because i expect people around me (whom i care about) to understand the pressure and commitment that i have to give for my studies. It's not possible for them though, because they are not in the same shoes as I'm. It's not fair to demand them to understand. I now know that i can turn to my classmates for help and support. We always have each other. It's very easy for each of us to feel down, once in a while, feeling like quiting, running away from the pressure of "sape suruh sambung master?" : ) it's our choice, so we must deal with whatever challenges that may come. I know when i feel down, i can also turn to them for motivation. thanks to all my classmates, hope we will stand strong for another 4 semesters. Sayonara Part 2..! Part 3, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-3754738067716199993?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/3754738067716199993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=3754738067716199993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/3754738067716199993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/3754738067716199993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-not-really-lonely-journey-after-all.html' title='It&apos;s not really a lonely journey after all...'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-7123436962402631386</id><published>2010-03-25T14:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:42:19.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There comes the time...</title><content type='html'>There comes the time when u r feeling down.. don't know how to settle small matters; say things that u never want to utter, n regret it after words; unable to undo things that u really know u should not even do at the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes the time when u just want to cry, u can't because others will see how weak u r; really want to break down n just die, but u know u can't; scream on top of ur lungs, but don't want to bother my neighbours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-7123436962402631386?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/7123436962402631386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=7123436962402631386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/7123436962402631386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/7123436962402631386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2010/03/comes-to-time.html' title='There comes the time...'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-7547455326673876315</id><published>2010-03-25T00:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:48:04.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost the end of 2nd semester.</title><content type='html'>This Friday gonna be the 2nd last meeting for our class this sem. We're going to have groupwork presentation for Dr Faizah's class. Our group, Kak Laily, Eera, Suria n me are doing on students' learning preferences, which we got the idea after listening to Eera's presentation earlier. Talking about the students learning preferences, make me think of my own students, i want to ask them so many things that they like to do, or don't like to do, so that i can carry it out in the class (which ever is acceptable n possible).. but being a pessimist, i don't think i can take it.. i really wanna embrace the students centred classroom, learner autonomy students.. but, i'm still not ready for it.. i know, i know, i'm not being professional (as Dr Faizah said) but i just can't.. am i being so arrogant that i don't think i can change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I will present my summary of an article entitled "What research say about assessment?" i'm still not done with it yet.. will try to tonight..  Dr Hanim will spend her precious time, helping us with our next assignments.. she asked us to bring our laptops, so for that reason, we (hubby n me) bought a new laptop... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/S6pAmR2qi_I/AAAAAAAAANw/bBrf9Yki9zU/s1600/Aspire-4740-side-1-600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/S6pAmR2qi_I/AAAAAAAAANw/bBrf9Yki9zU/s320/Aspire-4740-side-1-600x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452241325257296882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (the school: teachers n students) are so busy with the coming sports day on saturday, even though i won't be there, but being an "exciting" pom pom girl for our green house, i can't hardly ignore the preparation. i don't want to give the excuses even though i can.. and guess what, the next tuesday, there will be the March Test, hope my students had done studying during the 1 week school holiday last week..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-7547455326673876315?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/7547455326673876315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=7547455326673876315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/7547455326673876315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/7547455326673876315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2010/03/almost-end-of-2nd-semester.html' title='Almost the end of 2nd semester.'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/S6pAmR2qi_I/AAAAAAAAANw/bBrf9Yki9zU/s72-c/Aspire-4740-side-1-600x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-6394407489606216137</id><published>2009-11-16T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:01:22.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akmal Ikram bin Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new nephew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SwFnF9P8kbI/AAAAAAAAANA/_nTBfQMCd8o/s1600/IMG_3840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SwFoRMdnyMI/AAAAAAAAANo/u4XdJU1yog8/s320/IMG_4217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404715672433838274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-6394407489606216137?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/6394407489606216137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=6394407489606216137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/6394407489606216137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/6394407489606216137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2009/11/akmal-ikram-bin-said.html' title='Akmal Ikram bin Said'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SwFnF9P8kbI/AAAAAAAAANA/_nTBfQMCd8o/s72-c/IMG_3840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-8425526410612149027</id><published>2009-10-30T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:35:00.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 done, 2 more to go..</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah.. I've passed up the group project 1 and 2, my own Article Review and Term Paper. I've done the best i could, but somehow I know I could do better. InsyaAllah next part/sem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my Pengetua (ex-principal, now) who was so supportive of me furthering my masters, was transferred to another school, I've been hoping my new Pengetua will be like her too.. He's already around in the school compound, but not yet near the school building. We'll meet him officially this Tuesday. The other day, I heard a friend said her student came to her to tell that his friend who was a students in my pengetua-to-be's former school, telling that his is so "garang, nak minta izin balik dari asrama pun susah.." Now they know how nice their ex-pengetua was. People never appreciate things when its around, when they lose it, now they long for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. I'll now be doing my research review and proposal.. bye for now...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-8425526410612149027?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/8425526410612149027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=8425526410612149027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/8425526410612149027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/8425526410612149027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2009/10/4-done-2-more-to-go.html' title='4 done, 2 more to go..'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-6811724204015117894</id><published>2009-10-27T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:04:11.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wave of Anxiety</title><content type='html'>I'm anxious.. Yesterday I got to  know my marks for the EDU702. It's quite frustrating to compare with what i expected.. but life is always unfair, n there's always room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i must say, that it is making me feeling down.. i guess i might deserve what i deserved. I should be thankful that I'm going to pass (everybody should pass too..). People said when u r in Masters level, it is all up to u.. If u do things just as melepas batuk di tangga, then, the marks would have definitely tell that u haven't done ur best, yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, i have like a few more days that I can really sit and concentrate on that paper. (can i really?) Owh, i totally had forgotten about this.. On the 5th Nov my husband will be warded for his finger operation the next day (6th Nov). I guess i have to try to have all the work ready by the 4th Nov then... means that I have exactly 9 days.. Ya Allah,  I need Ur love and Ur mercy... Please give me all the strengths i need. AMIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-6811724204015117894?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/6811724204015117894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=6811724204015117894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/6811724204015117894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/6811724204015117894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2009/10/wave-of-anxiety.html' title='Wave of Anxiety'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-6063750352528052801</id><published>2009-10-22T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:57:43.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get started already.....!</title><content type='html'>it's rather giving order to the brain n the limbs of mine.. i haven't started anything just yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i did was editing my presentation (1st &amp;amp; 2nd group presentations) slides n change it into the paper project.. i'd offered myself to be the editor for our group project paper, print it out, send it for binding, n finally sent it to the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm still hanging around the article review. I can simply comment on the article it self. I can't talk about the writer/writers because the article i found on the Net doesn't provide the name or any information what so-ever.. The term paper, i had "accidentally" done it before the day of my presentation 3-4 weeks ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Dr Nor Aziah's class, I've done actually nothing. i've read the academic writing (50% only i must say). Reflecting is something else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, my beloved proposal.. i'm still not clear for what i want to the research on. Whether it's on &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;teaching writing using blogs to increase students interest&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;the readiness of the teacher to teach writing through blogs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;teaching writing: using modern versus traditional method&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I've planned to do an experimental research so it's going to be between two groups; one expose to the usage of blog in writing class, one using the traditional method. I still have to make up my mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-6063750352528052801?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/6063750352528052801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=6063750352528052801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/6063750352528052801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/6063750352528052801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2009/10/get-started-already.html' title='Get started already.....!'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-7308477071035821</id><published>2009-10-19T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:52:58.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignments.</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah..&lt;br /&gt;there will be no more classes.. last weekend was the end of our class for this semester (I'd just discovered that they call it Part 1, rather than Sem 1). So that's the end of Part 1. I ran into Dr Faizah that day, and got to know that we're going to be in her class next sem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However still, there are few assignments I'd to submit on the 30th Oct &amp;amp; 6th Nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the list of assignments to be submitted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDU701&lt;br /&gt;1. Paperwork for Group Presentation 1&lt;br /&gt;2. Paperwork for Group Presentation 2&lt;br /&gt;3. Article Review&lt;br /&gt;4. Term Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDU702&lt;br /&gt;1. Research Review&lt;br /&gt;2. Research Proposal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I could complete all within the time given..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-7308477071035821?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/7308477071035821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=7308477071035821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/7308477071035821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/7308477071035821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2009/10/assignments.html' title='Assignments.'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-3338675740715260767</id><published>2009-09-27T21:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:39:32.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olid &amp; Ain's Wedding Reception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Akad Nikah at Masjid Pauh, Kubang Pasir Panjang, Pasir Mas, Kelantan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLqaswhNlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eDN9M0xcaK8/s1600-h/IMG_3341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLqaswhNlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eDN9M0xcaK8/s320/IMG_3341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387125848700696146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dearest brother and sister.. guess what do we have in the photo album...? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLqbiotiGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MU4RM8G3Pt8/s1600-h/IMG_3345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLqbiotiGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MU4RM8G3Pt8/s320/IMG_3345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387125863163463778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last minutes preparation:&lt;br /&gt;Hantaran prepared by Khairuddin aka Plato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLqbJse46I/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gfo3ViNuzWQ/s1600-h/IMG_3344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLqbJse46I/AAAAAAAAAKw/Gfo3ViNuzWQ/s320/IMG_3344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387125856468394914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me n the bride, Nurul Ain (ain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsL3P2QtyaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6g7TGuDwfnQ/s1600-h/23092009_036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsL3P2QtyaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6g7TGuDwfnQ/s320/23092009_036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387139955924257186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first solat together as husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsL3Qb5qSII/AAAAAAAAAMA/3-3KxInrR3Y/s1600-h/23092009_042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsL3Qb5qSII/AAAAAAAAAMA/3-3KxInrR3Y/s320/23092009_042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387139966028105858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Practicing..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsL3Q0l_EPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WpQJZPNpC-I/s1600-h/23092009_049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsL3Q0l_EPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WpQJZPNpC-I/s320/23092009_049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387139972656468210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The present, from left: Mck Yah, Mck Ning, Kak Long, Iffah, Mck Nah, Mck Ina, Fatanah, n Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Wedding Reception at Pasir Mas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsL5U_LM4dI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GfZOzTMvGuQ/s1600-h/23092009_050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsL5U_LM4dI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GfZOzTMvGuQ/s320/23092009_050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387142243239649746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our arrival at Ain's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsL5VQht8YI/AAAAAAAAAMw/9ibZRN9T9GE/s1600-h/23092009_078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsL5VQht8YI/AAAAAAAAAMw/9ibZRN9T9GE/s320/23092009_078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387142247897493890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exchanging wedding rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsL5V38rwoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DLiioBgmfrU/s1600-h/23092009_084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsL5V38rwoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DLiioBgmfrU/s320/23092009_084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387142258479579778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best part of all.. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsL5UeQ_XRI/AAAAAAAAAMg/n_xe3n63Uz0/s1600-h/23092009_093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsL5UeQ_XRI/AAAAAAAAAMg/n_xe3n63Uz0/s320/23092009_093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387142234405559570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsL3Rf5C2NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/exBf1ByVh9k/s1600-h/23092009_086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsL3Rf5C2NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/exBf1ByVh9k/s320/23092009_086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387139984279132370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsL3RxI5ZCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/de4KwhQ2fX8/s1600-h/23092009_092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsL3RxI5ZCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/de4KwhQ2fX8/s320/23092009_092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387139988909024290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Wedding Reception at Kampung Masjid Melor, Kota Bharu, Kelantan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLxoSxaIHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cajSeCQ5AjA/s1600-h/IMG_3426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLxoSxaIHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cajSeCQ5AjA/s320/IMG_3426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387133778824667250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The arrival of the bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLxoy52yYI/AAAAAAAAALY/kl2JqVUR5m4/s1600-h/IMG_3439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLxoy52yYI/AAAAAAAAALY/kl2JqVUR5m4/s320/IMG_3439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387133787450034562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for the food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLxpyE2kQI/AAAAAAAAALo/ouzVZk6W_aA/s1600-h/IMG_3466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLxpyE2kQI/AAAAAAAAALo/ouzVZk6W_aA/s320/IMG_3466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387133804407591170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLxqfzJgDI/AAAAAAAAALw/_7wom2tWpuU/s1600-h/IMG_3468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLxqfzJgDI/AAAAAAAAALw/_7wom2tWpuU/s320/IMG_3468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387133816681365554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLxpVhKsDI/AAAAAAAAALg/IBK-a-38JPo/s1600-h/IMG_3456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLxpVhKsDI/AAAAAAAAALg/IBK-a-38JPo/s320/IMG_3456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387133796741722162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happy couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLqcHs-xlI/AAAAAAAAALA/gqTlRs4kgK8/s1600-h/IMG_3424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLqcHs-xlI/AAAAAAAAALA/gqTlRs4kgK8/s320/IMG_3424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387125873113482834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madam of Ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLqcqyM7VI/AAAAAAAAALI/j8J-o0Dy5B8/s1600-h/IMG_3454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLqcqyM7VI/AAAAAAAAALI/j8J-o0Dy5B8/s320/IMG_3454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387125882530622802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute Umar Mikail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-3338675740715260767?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/3338675740715260767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=3338675740715260767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/3338675740715260767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/3338675740715260767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2009/09/special-post-for-acu-never-seen-action.html' title='Olid &amp; Ain&apos;s Wedding Reception'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SsLqaswhNlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eDN9M0xcaK8/s72-c/IMG_3341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-110202688423179475</id><published>2009-08-26T10:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:59:31.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahlan Wa Sahlan Ya Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First Day of Ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;Berbuka at Dusun Tua&lt;br /&gt;Mak Long's family, Pak Lang's family &amp;amp; My family being present..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SpSeS5Z2o8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/WG9X52k9ies/s1600-h/IMG_2784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SpSeS5Z2o8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/WG9X52k9ies/s320/IMG_2784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374094302843937730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segar dari dapur.. cooked especially by Abg Long la.. who else.. the best cook in the family..! look who tried to take the credit for it.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SpSeUKtGNXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-Oxe5V_6r70/s1600-h/IMG_2801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SpSeUKtGNXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-Oxe5V_6r70/s320/IMG_2801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374094324667921778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the food, before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SpSeU0l1itI/AAAAAAAAAKA/o4UWlZI16zM/s1600-h/IMG_2810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SpSeU0l1itI/AAAAAAAAAKA/o4UWlZI16zM/s320/IMG_2810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374094335911758546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and after... attack....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second day of berbuka at Dusun Tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SpSeVSeRa4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/sHsSo3TrqVg/s1600-h/IMG_2828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SpSeVSeRa4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/sHsSo3TrqVg/s320/IMG_2828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374094343933094786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left&lt;/span&gt;: Abal, Kamalin Maisarah, me, Umar Mikail, Akim &amp;amp; Aqil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SpSjWIfsGiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XJrNjLctQhE/s1600-h/IMG_2835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SpSjWIfsGiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XJrNjLctQhE/s320/IMG_2835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374099855992691234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SpSjWyLhaaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/De0KqiDyAJs/s1600-h/IMG_2838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SpSjWyLhaaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/De0KqiDyAJs/s320/IMG_2838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374099867182393762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SpSjXaPV_gI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TaPbj3D0npQ/s1600-h/IMG_2862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SpSjXaPV_gI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TaPbj3D0npQ/s320/IMG_2862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374099877935840770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-110202688423179475?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/110202688423179475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=110202688423179475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/110202688423179475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/110202688423179475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahlan-wa-sahlan-ya-ramadhan.html' title='Ahlan Wa Sahlan Ya Ramadhan'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SpSeS5Z2o8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/WG9X52k9ies/s72-c/IMG_2784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-968635557417513977</id><published>2009-06-11T14:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:35:33.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wedding Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCsREIcsPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nB8Ez4eXcmg/s1600-h/n793703146_1161567_5887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCsREIcsPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nB8Ez4eXcmg/s320/n793703146_1161567_5887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345962166855708914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be a little bit late for me to upload these photos.. But I still wanna have it here.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCp_mbtFtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uY9mlA4ga50/s1600-h/TD199859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCp_mbtFtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uY9mlA4ga50/s320/TD199859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345959667802379986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCtW_JC_SI/AAAAAAAAAIs/S9M07Piu_yo/s1600-h/n793703146_1155611_2966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCtW_JC_SI/AAAAAAAAAIs/S9M07Piu_yo/s320/n793703146_1155611_2966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345963368106884386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCqA8O5bJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/f8PB0Jl5ANA/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCqA8O5bJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/f8PB0Jl5ANA/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345959690834111634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Wedding Reception in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCsRiGwDqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NbwtnCU2tnc/s1600-h/n793703146_1161571_7067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCsRiGwDqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NbwtnCU2tnc/s320/n793703146_1161571_7067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345962174901653154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCsSHhHkBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/EYeoZw1ir54/s1600-h/n793703146_1172311_1395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCsSHhHkBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/EYeoZw1ir54/s320/n793703146_1172311_1395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345962184944357394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother doubled-up with us to have the wedding reception together..&lt;br /&gt;Said &amp;amp; Izyan and Farhan &amp;amp; Tumadhir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCtWoZjenI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EdUyLj2KQMk/s1600-h/n793703146_1172383_438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCtWoZjenI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EdUyLj2KQMk/s320/n793703146_1172383_438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345963362002106994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my new family.. Amin, Hazwan, Hannan, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the happy couple&lt;/span&gt;, Amir, Emak, Ayah &amp;amp; Helmi&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCtXJ9vhFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RDm6VVfmLqo/s1600-h/n793703146_1172385_1174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCtXJ9vhFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RDm6VVfmLqo/s320/n793703146_1172385_1174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345963371012260946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big family&lt;br /&gt;Habib, Khalid, Fatanah (..and Umar Mikail of course..), Usamah, Said &amp;amp; Izyan, Umi, Abah, Farhan &amp;amp; Me, Kak Long 'A'ishah, Asma', Amirah &amp;amp; Dhabitah. The little ones in front are: Muadz Ridhuan, Aina &amp;amp; Haikal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Abe Long (my brother in-law) is not in the picture because he was the event manager for us.&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much to both Kak Long &amp;amp; Abe Long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCsRLMTrQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lif38nxdExA/s1600-h/n793703146_6764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCsRLMTrQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lif38nxdExA/s320/n793703146_6764.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345962168750943490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCtXdnLX3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/zuGEwo6lp4U/s1600-h/n793703146_1172418_9024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCtXdnLX3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/zuGEwo6lp4U/s320/n793703146_1172418_9024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345963376286326642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCtXD8yQ9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/BpE8QE1jz0A/s1600-h/n793703146_1172412_6858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCtXD8yQ9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/BpE8QE1jz0A/s320/n793703146_1172412_6858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345963369397634002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCsRYeJquI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VwcznEQCPtQ/s1600-h/n793703146_1161569_6508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCsRYeJquI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VwcznEQCPtQ/s320/n793703146_1161569_6508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345962172315445986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-968635557417513977?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/968635557417513977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=968635557417513977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/968635557417513977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/968635557417513977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-wedding-photos.html' title='My Wedding Photos'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SjCsREIcsPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nB8Ez4eXcmg/s72-c/n793703146_1161567_5887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-1545159103306170361</id><published>2009-06-09T14:04:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:08:19.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Redang Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4Nde3vZzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/h_4ArMRtrvM/s1600-h/IMG_1883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4Nde3vZzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/h_4ArMRtrvM/s320/IMG_1883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345224607889581874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6th June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both trilled and excited about the trip. It's my husband's company annual trip. We planned to start our journey from my parents-in-law's house. Thinking that we were better be around people so we don't overslept in the morning we're supposed to get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was early in the morning, 4.15 am to be exact, we were awaken by a phone call from my husband's colleague, asking where we were.. We were exactly jumping out of the bed into our clothes, promising them that we will be at the LCCT on time. Actually, we had to gather at my husband's office at 4.30 am and travel by bus to LCCT. We raced to LCCT, luckily after missing the exit to LCCT, we managed to get there on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4NcH-ebdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/62QVQPnSov8/s1600-h/IMG_1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4NcH-ebdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/62QVQPnSov8/s320/IMG_1856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345224584563944914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything went fine, we checked our luggage in, got our tickets and waited for our turn to board the plane. Until my husband whispered softly into my ears that we were going to stay in separate rooms, I was devastated, I was actually screaming to him (without opening my mouth), but he knew how dissapointed I was, but it was not all his fault.. It seemed that the resort we would be staying, only want to provide half of the numbers of the guests in our group (it was believed for marketing purposes), even, there were the other group sent to the island  a day earlier, to another resort next to ours.. so, we, in our own group to has to fit in to the numbers of rooms provided (ntahapaapantah!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4Nc2_DV-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/ISfE0E0gUCM/s1600-h/IMG_1873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4Nc2_DV-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/ISfE0E0gUCM/s320/IMG_1873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345224597182830562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last we departed to Kuala Terengganu at 7a.m and arrived at 8. Got to Jeti Shahbandar by bus and board our boat at 10.30 am. We arrived at Laguna Beach Resort after 2 hours journey from the jetty.  Upon arriving, we were amazed by the view. I always thought it was all camera trick to produce wonderfully beautiful photos of oceans,&lt;br /&gt;islands etc. But when I saw it for real, I know it's no trick.. SubbhanAllah.. After a short briefing we had lunch and then sent to our room. The room I was in was supposed to be room for 4, however there were 5 of us. But Alhamdulillah the room was big enough to accommodate us all.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4NdAMp2wI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hqCz4xe41aE/s1600-h/IMG_1876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4NdAMp2wI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hqCz4xe41aE/s320/IMG_1876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345224599655799554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first activity was open-sea snorkeling. We were provided with the snorkeling set. I was excited and scared at the same time. When we got to the spot, we got off the boat, I was so scared when I realised how deep the water was, but gradually became excited after seeing the corals and the fish underwater. We were so amazed with what we saw, we forgot to keep close to the boat, we tried to paddle back to the boat, however the currents kept us away. We were like 200-300 metres away, but it seemed like we had to swim forever. My husband had to wait for me, I was so tired, I merely made him wait. At last we were picked up by another boat and sent back to the resort.. Weww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night after dinner, we were 'visited' by the other group from the other resort (which was about 5 minutes-walking distance away from ours..) they came to visit our room too, and they were quite disappointed looking at the size and the comfort of the room..it's true that the condition of their room is sad, with only 1 queen-size bed and 1 single bed, there were 4 of them, with no view, no cupboard, no pool.. there was an extra mattress, but they had to move it all around, for there's no room to perform prayers.. pity them, we felt guilty for them, but what can we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4c_iCOMOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Fv-hiXPILnY/s1600-h/IMG_1914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4c_iCOMOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Fv-hiXPILnY/s320/IMG_1914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345241685528817890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left: me, Liana, Ela, Kak Siti (HR), Ain, Kak Mas &amp;amp; Kak Siti (project)&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;That night we slept like a baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7th June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a morning walk with my husband, here are some of the photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si5W0-QLyHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dDlULnQqRcs/s1600-h/IMG_1932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si5W0-QLyHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dDlULnQqRcs/s320/IMG_1932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345305275799423090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si5W1LqL4pI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xbUxAUBHz8o/s1600-h/IMG_1926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si5W1LqL4pI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xbUxAUBHz8o/s320/IMG_1926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345305279398142610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4hdzmjAmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3WOhtCte7Qk/s1600-h/IMG_1959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4hdzmjAmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3WOhtCte7Qk/s320/IMG_1959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345246603687166562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si5W1_934AI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ox41K0Haadc/s1600-h/IMG_1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si5W1_934AI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ox41K0Haadc/s320/IMG_1945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345305293439361026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4hdzH59eI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2LgNR1esl5U/s1600-h/IMG_1954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4hdzH59eI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2LgNR1esl5U/s320/IMG_1954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345246603558647266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4hdkdXEUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BhJgl9AjIAc/s1600-h/IMG_1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4hdkdXEUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BhJgl9AjIAc/s320/IMG_1967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345246599622103362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si5W1mRozLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/InJ6wDfHe4s/s1600-h/IMG_1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si5W1mRozLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/InJ6wDfHe4s/s320/IMG_1944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345305286542937266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning at 9 am, we were scheduled for another snorkeling session at the marine park.. this time it was far far far more better from the day before, unfortunately we didn't bring our camera for any photos..It was fun because we got to feed the fish and they ate exactly from our own fingers.. They were all very "friendly".. I enjoyed it very much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4hdRYd9wI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3t5bZhwkIB4/s1600-h/IMG_1973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4hdRYd9wI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3t5bZhwkIB4/s320/IMG_1973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345246594501310210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back from the marine park, we got ready for lunch, then, went back to our room and slept like a log this time. At 5 we (kak siti &amp;amp; me) got ready to go to the beach and 'play with some water'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all wet, ready to leave the beach..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kak siti (hr) &amp;amp; me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;That night, after dinner, I spent most of my time with my husband, enjoying our paddle-pop ice-cream, snapping some photos, looking over the beautiful-full moon, sitting by the pool, walking along the beach..Finally I got some time with my hubby.. (thought he'd be busy with his friends..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4dAdE7FNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/M8-42oZgpVw/s1600-h/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4dAdE7FNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/M8-42oZgpVw/s320/IMG_1984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345241701377840338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4dAk7_QvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aQOMnJ70YZc/s1600-h/IMG_1988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4dAk7_QvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aQOMnJ70YZc/s320/IMG_1988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345241703487849202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you had watched &lt;/span&gt;Summer Holiday&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a Chinese film starring Sammy Cheng around 1999, this was exactly the filming location. &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;br /&gt;That night, I returned early to the room to start packing my luggage. And slept at 10.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8th June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the wake-up call as early as 5 am saying that we have to check-out at exactly 6am,because we'd caught the first boat at 7am. We had our breakfast &amp;amp; and while waiting, we took some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4dAHCoYWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GNETVT9lahE/s1600-h/IMG_2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4dAHCoYWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GNETVT9lahE/s320/IMG_2022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345241695462646114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to the jetty by the tram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4c_6Ak5CI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dp6bFGQuwx4/s1600-h/IMG_2027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4c_6Ak5CI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dp6bFGQuwx4/s320/IMG_2027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345241691964367906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My roommates &amp;amp; me.. from left: Kak Siti (HR), me, Ela &amp;amp; Kak Maiza&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BON VOYAGE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving is the hardest thing to do.. There at the island, we were like in a dream, diverted from the real world. Going back, remind us of the reality, about our car parked at the LCCT parking space, leaving it there for 2 and a half day, it costs us RM100. But the trip had changed something between us.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love him more.. thank you abang!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4heU1IgsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iKh3Qs5f5hk/s1600-h/IMG_1964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4heU1IgsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iKh3Qs5f5hk/s320/IMG_1964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345246612606714562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-1545159103306170361?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/1545159103306170361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=1545159103306170361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/1545159103306170361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/1545159103306170361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-to-redang-island.html' title='Trip to Redang Island'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Si4Nde3vZzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/h_4ArMRtrvM/s72-c/IMG_1883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-3465751006060296738</id><published>2009-05-02T22:25:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:20:43.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best moments ever..!</title><content type='html'>I don't know what makes today the best time spent with my grandma, parents, my kak long, my&lt;br /&gt;acu, my cousins &amp;amp; nephew.. All I know, I was really enjoying myself today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we (my husband &amp;amp; I) arrived, we saw the old photos that my grandma has in her possession.. including photos of my late mum.. photos of her when she was so young, always smiling and happy..the photos was dated as early as Feb 1977 ( when she married my father).. There was one special photo that touched my heart, I can't help sobbing while pretending not to, in front of everybody..in that photo she was holding me when I was a baby.. a very fat chubby baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after, Acu arrived and she also started looking, and commenting the photos and things got excited, where everybody were lighten up with stories that she had about some of the photos.. hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it's the cooking time.. Acu 'ordered' Abg (my husband) to prepare his special sambal (Acu later named it Sambal Goreng Farhan).. Acu n Pak Su prepared Gulai Tempoyak Ikan Kembong.. Abg Long (my brother-in-law) prepared Sayur Campur &amp;amp; Fried Potato.. And not forgotting Acu's Daging Masak Merah.. Sadly Abah &amp;amp; Umi had to leave (for kenduri) without tasting any of our special dishes though they got the smell when we were preparing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sfxck-Ob6vI/AAAAAAAAADs/O7vQb3kUIno/s1600-h/02052009_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sfxck-Ob6vI/AAAAAAAAADs/O7vQb3kUIno/s320/02052009_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331237849148418802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erfan Fried Potatos&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sfxck0gzqHI/AAAAAAAAADk/FKzQY9DP890/s1600-h/02052009_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sfxck0gzqHI/AAAAAAAAADk/FKzQY9DP890/s320/02052009_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331237846541117554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambal Goreng Farhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxckpGekeI/AAAAAAAAADc/BY8waC5AzuQ/s1600-h/02052009_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxckpGekeI/AAAAAAAAADc/BY8waC5AzuQ/s320/02052009_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331237843477893602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulai Tempoyak Ikan Kembong (durian &amp;amp; ikan segar dari ladang) Pak Su&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sfxckcp3vWI/AAAAAAAAADU/lGuFJw13x0A/s1600-h/02052009_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sfxckcp3vWI/AAAAAAAAADU/lGuFJw13x0A/s320/02052009_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331237840136682850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daging Masak Merah Acu&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxckNwCVMI/AAAAAAAAADM/JxvQnuBhnD8/s1600-h/02052009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxckNwCVMI/AAAAAAAAADM/JxvQnuBhnD8/s320/02052009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331237836136010946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayur Campur Erfan&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;Yummy...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere after lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxhdTbI96I/AAAAAAAAAD0/u9rjmwsycN4/s1600-h/02052009_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxhdTbI96I/AAAAAAAAAD0/u9rjmwsycN4/s320/02052009_006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331243214958032802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danish &amp;amp; nenek&lt;br /&gt;The generation gap seems like it doesn't exist here.. serenity, acu called it..&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxhdmGhq8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/3S0M4Bj6Ob8/s1600-h/02052009_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxhdmGhq8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/3S0M4Bj6Ob8/s320/02052009_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331243219971845058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acu &amp;amp; Pak Su - still into the photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sfxhdt010eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-nH0Resr_TY/s1600-h/02052009_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sfxhdt010eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-nH0Resr_TY/s320/02052009_011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331243222045151714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two Ultraman (are playing around to spend their energy, after having so much of it (I guess..)&lt;br /&gt;My standard 5 cousin and my 5 year-old nephew.. (see not so much of the generation gap.. all the same not matter of the age) haha!&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sfxhd3ctoNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/tY82lMQ60vo/s1600-h/02052009_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sfxhd3ctoNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/tY82lMQ60vo/s320/02052009_012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331243224628306130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, they made up and it's peaceful again (as showed by Mia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sfxiitgh6RI/AAAAAAAAAEc/clzZUXY8Sto/s1600-h/02052009_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sfxiitgh6RI/AAAAAAAAAEc/clzZUXY8Sto/s320/02052009_021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331244407370934546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Akak Ancak, ni bunga apa ni..?' Mia wanted to know.. Alahai, she asked a difficult question.. haha, ask abang Farhan..&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxheN3Tn7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/E-o2ke5PDO0/s1600-h/02052009_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxheN3Tn7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/E-o2ke5PDO0/s320/02052009_017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331243230645428146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairer among Acu and Nenek? I do not dare to answer! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxiizsOOtI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZIE4Akh8wPw/s1600-h/02052009_023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxiizsOOtI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZIE4Akh8wPw/s320/02052009_023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331244409030589138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nenek, do I smell that bad? It must be my fingers then.. huhu!'&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sfxii2tn9kI/AAAAAAAAAEs/T3YguwBiEoc/s1600-h/02052009_024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sfxii2tn9kI/AAAAAAAAAEs/T3YguwBiEoc/s320/02052009_024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331244409841776194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Voyage!!! Don't be sad, we'll see again soon!! and have fun again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-3465751006060296738?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/3465751006060296738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=3465751006060296738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/3465751006060296738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/3465751006060296738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-moments-ever.html' title='The best moments ever..!'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sfxck-Ob6vI/AAAAAAAAADs/O7vQb3kUIno/s72-c/02052009_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-399244578033495711</id><published>2009-05-02T22:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:19:05.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ time!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday.. after weeks waiting for our free time (..when the students are not around..) finally we had our BBQ together (my husband asked me, whether this can be called as grilling.. i said yes..) Well, for some reason I was in charged of setting the fire. So I found some old small branches and lit the fire with the help of the fire starter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxWLvIUJjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FQj-2TeGBz4/s1600-h/01052009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxWLvIUJjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FQj-2TeGBz4/s320/01052009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331230818529715762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prepared the lamb shoulder.. put it on the fire place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxWLqp7YII/AAAAAAAAAC8/yK0nYCnTqes/s1600-h/01052009_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxWLqp7YII/AAAAAAAAAC8/yK0nYCnTqes/s320/01052009_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331230817328521346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some special touches by my husband, and wallllah.. dinner's ready!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxWL0u0GQI/AAAAAAAAADE/fu0HGknCtzg/s1600-h/01052009_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxWL0u0GQI/AAAAAAAAADE/fu0HGknCtzg/s320/01052009_010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331230820033370370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-399244578033495711?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/399244578033495711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=399244578033495711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/399244578033495711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/399244578033495711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2009/05/bbq-time.html' title='BBQ time!!'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SfxWLvIUJjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FQj-2TeGBz4/s72-c/01052009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-6244615670186195762</id><published>2009-04-15T10:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:54:12.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Years of Teaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SeVLQN4rj_I/AAAAAAAAACs/qJwdI0Ku7bk/s1600-h/383727376_fa41ae881c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SeVLQN4rj_I/AAAAAAAAACs/qJwdI0Ku7bk/s320/383727376_fa41ae881c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324744876412866546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, 14 April 2009 mark the 7th years of my teaching career.. As I can recall, coming to this school 6 years ago (14 April 2003) had it moments and... I was so attached to the school the first week of working I was already given the trust of holding the keys to the Teacher's Room because it was usually me, the last person leaving the room. Leaving school exactly after 2.30 p.m. is a difficult thing to do, most of the time I feel guilty leaving early.. I would only leave the school compound at around 6 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003 was also the saddest time of my life, exactly after 4 months teaching, my beloved mum, passed away, because of colon cancer that she had been diagnosed since 1999. What started as an ulser turned out to be the fatal cause of her death. May Allah bless her always.. Al-Fatihah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003 was also the year I met my true love, my husband.. He was always there when I need emotional support during the difficult time. He is the one who will be there when I just need to say whatever I have in mind. He is the one who can handle, fussy and 'cengeng' me.. Thank you Abang, I love so much..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-6244615670186195762?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/6244615670186195762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=6244615670186195762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/6244615670186195762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/6244615670186195762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2009/04/7-years-of-teaching.html' title='6 Years of Teaching'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SeVLQN4rj_I/AAAAAAAAACs/qJwdI0Ku7bk/s72-c/383727376_fa41ae881c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-5681413429040875488</id><published>2009-03-24T22:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:41:39.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Holiday...</title><content type='html'>Let me share some of the activities that I (or rather we) did during the last school holidays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the yelling (of excitement..), all the motivating, all the coughing, for days during the last week before the school holiday (for our school's Sukantara).. all my throat needs is 'a week off'.. haha! As a teacher (who's really into sports...) I think, I really needed to be there to give the best support I could to all the members of Rumah Hijau or Al Biruni, (sometimes confusing since the colour is hijau, not biru..) anyway, not to angkat our own bakul, so far, the teachers for the Green House are all supportive, all the teachers came in the evening although we had just met a doctor for an appointment, or we had just finished our school meeting, or even if it's raining, we came.. and maybe looking at this, it is reflected to our students, they appreciated us and gave their co-operations. Well, at least, most of them are.. Our Sports Day will be on this coming 29th March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go to the activities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 14 March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I insisted, my husband let me sent him to work.. After having breakfast (which I also insisted on..) he went to work. While waiting, I have planned how to 'kill the time', I went to Mak Long house (had breakfast with her at Shah Alam State's Mosque).Then, after sending her off for her Quran Recital Class, I called Acu n rushed to her house and eventually had another breakfast (all in all, I had 3 rounds of breakfast..haha!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/ScjuUslVIrI/AAAAAAAAABk/Hpcm8EdKLXM/s1600-h/14032009_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/ScjuUslVIrI/AAAAAAAAABk/Hpcm8EdKLXM/s320/14032009_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316761399443399346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My three cousins Danish, Hakim &amp;amp; Akil (missing from the pic. is Mia)&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/ScjuUIjbaAI/AAAAAAAAABc/q8F2H1f2n0I/s1600-h/14032009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/ScjuUIjbaAI/AAAAAAAAABc/q8F2H1f2n0I/s320/14032009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316761389771745282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after picking up my husband at noon, we had lunch at Acu's.. Look at the lauks... yummy!!&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;That night, I had planned with Kak Long to have a Makan-makan Party to celebrate Habib who had just gotten his SPM result. I offered to be the host, and the menu is of course Special Spaghetti (Abah's recipe) so we went to do some shopping after coming back from Shah Alam.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/ScjuUoIgemI/AAAAAAAAABs/ruWn9JQThe4/s1600-h/14032009_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/ScjuUoIgemI/AAAAAAAAABs/ruWn9JQThe4/s320/14032009_013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316761398248766050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Which one should we buy?&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/ScjuVEJ8VNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MOIKSp5CrH8/s1600-h/14032009_031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/ScjuVEJ8VNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MOIKSp5CrH8/s320/14032009_031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316761405770978514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest little brother Habib..&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/ScjuVvxC1_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/G9s0zoOr6eA/s1600-h/14032009_033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/ScjuVvxC1_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/G9s0zoOr6eA/s320/14032009_033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316761417477707762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muadz &amp;amp; her cousin Aina&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;Sunday (15th March) relaxing and reading the new two books we'd bought at MPH in OU (One Utama) entitled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Scjv56lA8lI/AAAAAAAAACM/tfQeOTTKxSQ/s1600-h/16032009_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Scjv56lA8lI/AAAAAAAAACM/tfQeOTTKxSQ/s320/16032009_006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316763138366960210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Scjv5cEoR_I/AAAAAAAAACE/abVYJ5J1VIE/s1600-h/16032009_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Scjv5cEoR_I/AAAAAAAAACE/abVYJ5J1VIE/s320/16032009_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316763130178062322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday (16th March), I went to the school's hall in the morning (I'm in-charged of preparing the hall for PTK exam (which I also have to sit for on 19th March).. Did all housework, watching TV in between times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two days (17th &amp;amp; 18th March) I had already missed the school building, that I did go and finished some unfinished work.. (all piled up due to the other none-teaching activities (like, ICT meeting, Public Speaking Competition Meeting and tra and tra and tra...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday (19th March) PTK exam day.. can't think of anything else to do than the exam itself.. After coming back from the exam I was still so tired just thinking about it... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday (20th March). I sent my husband to work (because I need to use the car). I brought Abah with me to see the Commisioner for Oaths, to sign up some documents in front of her. Then, I went to Lembaga Hasil Dalam Negeri  in Wangsa Maju  to open my tax file. Since I've completed my things-to-do list in no time, and since, the LHDN building is next to Jusco Wangsa Maju, I went to MPH book store just to look around.. I did buy two books entitled: Petua-petua Ibnu Sina Untuk Kaum Wanita &amp;amp; Rahsia Kecantikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday comes again (21st March). Another long day like all Saturdays.. Morning, had the car being serviced (I am wearing baju kurung). After that we drove straight to Putrajaya for a wedding reception. We got a news about Nenek fainting the day before, so we rushed to Dusun Tua in no time. Had another emergency call from Emak, saying Ayah was in real pain in his stomach (not sure of what it is), and she wanted to send Ayah to the hospital but he's not fit to drive, she said she'd tried to ask her friend to help, we got to Hospital Selayang in no time (too) approx. at 7 pm. Luckily Ayah was getting better after a shot by the doctor and were eventually released to go home (the dr actually wanted him to be admitted into a ward..) Arrived home at about 12 am that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Sunday comes, my husband n I at last, got the chance to go to the National Science Centre in Mont Kiara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Scjv6arbfdI/AAAAAAAAACc/5cp56Ttqepw/s1600-h/22032009_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Scjv6arbfdI/AAAAAAAAACc/5cp56Ttqepw/s320/22032009_009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316763146983800274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Scjv5xrZB0I/AAAAAAAAACU/fPtrJj7kKMI/s1600-h/22032009_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Scjv5xrZB0I/AAAAAAAAACU/fPtrJj7kKMI/s320/22032009_008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316763135977785154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both happy &amp;amp; really enjoyed ourselves.. Look how it obviously shown on our faces!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-5681413429040875488?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/5681413429040875488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=5681413429040875488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/5681413429040875488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/5681413429040875488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2009/03/school-holiday.html' title='School Holiday...'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/ScjuUslVIrI/AAAAAAAAABk/Hpcm8EdKLXM/s72-c/14032009_007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-3483861463866071212</id><published>2009-03-15T09:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:09:28.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back..! ..again..!</title><content type='html'>I didn't really know the real motive of me having this blog years ago.. I do remember my friend Gee, asked me to check her blog, I think that's initiate me to have one too.. I'd written some but gradually I lost the interest of writing, then, the busy schedule too... (wow, as busy as a PM ka?)&lt;br /&gt;But now I know why I must have one.. My beloved Acu and her son Hakim... they made me write again (by force..haha!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As highly requested by Hakim, I put a photo of young me as my profile photo.. if you noticed, there is a drop of tear on my cheek.. hehe... having done that, I feel like sharing the other old pictures too... enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SbxcbFRV-tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mUoQ78ft7Ko/s1600-h/1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SbxcbFRV-tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mUoQ78ft7Ko/s320/1.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313223280731486930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born 24th January 1980&lt;br /&gt;at 0942, weight 3.9 kg (wow, that much huh?)&lt;br /&gt;at University Hospital of Cardiff, Wales..&lt;br /&gt;look at me cheek, chubby n yet kissable hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SbxcbjRakaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eX2hVcjQotY/s1600-h/2.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SbxcbjRakaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eX2hVcjQotY/s320/2.3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313223288784851362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved Abah n Mama &amp;amp; (guess who?) ME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sbxcbj7G3QI/AAAAAAAAABE/pxzJiVMIEOg/s1600-h/4.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sbxcbj7G3QI/AAAAAAAAABE/pxzJiVMIEOg/s320/4.3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313223288959720706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky me!!&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SbxcbklE3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR1hWjnKnJE/s1600-h/5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SbxcbklE3CI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR1hWjnKnJE/s320/5.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313223289135750178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, Kak Long, Usamah (Umar Mikail has so much resemblance of his Papa, esp the lips)  &amp;amp; Me..!&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sbxcbxp7KBI/AAAAAAAAABU/FPPg54zw-DI/s1600-h/15.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/Sbxcbxp7KBI/AAAAAAAAABU/FPPg54zw-DI/s320/15.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313223292645746706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 years old n have proud parents!!&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken on my 21st birthday at Pantai Balok, Kuantan.. Yes, it's really odd to see me wearing baju kurung at the beach.. wait, imagine this, jumping onto the air to celebrate the day..!! haha.. (the photo cannot be posted here because it's MY embrasing moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for now.. anyway, I have the whole day for myself today, as my hubby has to go to work today (yes, on Sunday.. grrr..!) Maybe I'll write more later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-3483861463866071212?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/3483861463866071212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=3483861463866071212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/3483861463866071212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/3483861463866071212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back-again.html' title='i&apos;m back..! ..again..!'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjuNJDRYrKI/SbxcbFRV-tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mUoQ78ft7Ko/s72-c/1.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-9133874499416767830</id><published>2008-09-08T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:49:44.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm engaged!!</title><content type='html'>Well, at last, the day which i've been waiting for.. The special date was on the 8th August 2008.&lt;br /&gt;well, enough said, just look at the pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-9133874499416767830?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/9133874499416767830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=9133874499416767830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/9133874499416767830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/9133874499416767830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-engaged.html' title='I&apos;m engaged!!'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-5031508115370017989</id><published>2007-05-20T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:41:59.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post, New Handphone</title><content type='html'>I bought a new handphone today.. not a new one actually but a well-kept 2nd hand phone.. nokia 7410.. it costs only for rm400, plus another 2G memory card, plus of course free downloaded mp3, songs.. tratra.. that's it for today.. got to go to sleep...tomorrow is gonna be another day...(of course it gonna be..) i have to finish marking the exam papers.. Layla had done hers..!! this cannot be...!! My target tomorrow, start marking..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-5031508115370017989?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/5031508115370017989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=5031508115370017989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/5031508115370017989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/5031508115370017989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-post-new-handphone.html' title='New Post, New Handphone'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-114293615520581717</id><published>2006-03-21T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T18:15:55.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone is getting married...! ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is my future-step Mum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/12032006(123).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/12032006%28123%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first picture that we got of Makcik when we had a get-together session or rather called Ta'aruf between the two families... the grinning teeth beside her is my lovely elder sister..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Ziarah or rather engagement in Pulau Pinang on 14th March 2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/14032006(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/14032006%28016%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is the engagement ring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/14032006(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/14032006%28010%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the "duit hantaran" for Makcik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/14032006(018).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/14032006%28018%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Long is getting ready for the "sarung-cincin" session..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/14032006(019).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/14032006%28019%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makcik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Insya'Allah the wedding reception will be held on 9th April 2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-114293615520581717?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/114293615520581717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=114293615520581717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/114293615520581717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/114293615520581717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2006/03/someone-is-getting-married-p.html' title='Someone is getting married...! ;p'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-114106405172272162</id><published>2006-02-28T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T02:14:11.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isk isk....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I lost my Nokia 6670 model phone last 2 weeks... It was half my mistake, for not making sure that my handbag was fully zipped.. Another half mistake goes to the thief who stole my handphone... how dare u...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I haven't even shown it to Gee.... hehehehe...!! dah ilang dah G, tak sompek nak tunjuk.. I bought it last year around July... Love the phone so much, most importantly because I bought it together with my sayang.. He was so happy that I'd finally got what I want.... and of course I'm happy for that too... but now, it's gone.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Having said that,  maybe it's not my rezeki... One of the nikmat taken back from me.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but i still have another hdpn.. and i can still be contacted on my 019-old-number....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;until next time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-114106405172272162?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/114106405172272162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=114106405172272162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/114106405172272162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/114106405172272162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2006/02/isk-isk.html' title='Isk isk....'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-113887673355040946</id><published>2006-02-02T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T02:04:02.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday in PD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(841).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(838).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28838%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday &amp; Tuesday we went to PD. My cousin and his wife got a resthouse over there at Corus Paradise Beach. Other rooms for his resort were fully booked, so we stayed over at his resthouse instead. It was fun though there were many of us (All 7 of my siblings are there, my grandma, my three other cousins) At night, 4 workers who take charge of the rooms at the Sunshine Bay Resort, were also there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(822).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28822%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Muadz when we arrived at the resort... that look is given everytime he wants to show that he is not interested with what is in front of him, in this case, it's his Uncle Sam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(828).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28828%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Muadz when he was on the beach.. He was trying to cover himself with the sand.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(838).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of the sea from the room, early in the morning.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(846).4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 74px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/200/Image%28846%29.4.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(845).4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" height="119" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/200/Image%28845%29.4.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(844).5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(844).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 72px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/200/Image%28844%29.0.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(842).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 71px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" height="119" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/200/Image%28842%29.0.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(841).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/200/Image%28841%29.0.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be a long picture of the sea view... Hope I got it arranged nicely.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(839).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28839%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine Bay Resort..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please contact me for any booking... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-113887673355040946?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/113887673355040946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=113887673355040946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113887673355040946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113887673355040946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2006/02/holiday-in-pd.html' title='Holiday in PD'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-113730745356844738</id><published>2006-01-15T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T18:41:29.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danish Amri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(697).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28697%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Danish was crying to be fed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(722).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28722%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close-up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(700).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28700%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping soundly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(704).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28704%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the protective arms of his father..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(716).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28716%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sayang's talking to Danish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(720).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28720%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope our turn will be soon... Insya Allah... (After getting married of course.. hehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-113730745356844738?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/113730745356844738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=113730745356844738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113730745356844738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113730745356844738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2006/01/danish-amri.html' title='Danish Amri'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-113603328225398749</id><published>2005-12-31T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T20:48:02.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy vs Difficult</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Easy is to get a place is someone's address book.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to get a place in someone's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to judge the mistakes of others&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to talk without thinking&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to refrain the tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to hurt someone who loves us.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to heal the wound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to forgive others&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to ask for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to set rules.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to follow them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to dream every night.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to fight for a dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to show victory.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to assume defeat with dignity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to admire a full moon.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to see the other side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to stumble with a stone.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to get up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to enjoy life every day.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to give its real value...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to pray every night.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to find God in small things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to promise something to someone.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to fulfill that promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to say we love.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to show it every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to criticize others.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to improve oneself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to learn from them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to weep for a lost love.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to take care of it so not to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to think about improving.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to stop thinking it and put it into action...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to think bad of others&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to give them the benefit of the doubt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to receive&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is keep the friendship with words&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to keep it with meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy to read this&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to follow &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/16347475-113603328225398749?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/113603328225398749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=113603328225398749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113603328225398749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113603328225398749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/12/easy-vs-difficult.html' title='Easy vs Difficult'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-113423011781056789</id><published>2005-12-10T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T02:01:14.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling "Competition"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(370).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went for another bowling game at Selayang Mall (costs only rm4 per game).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(352).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28352%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the scoreboard, I (ancak) got a strike!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(354).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28354%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing this ball will be lucky so I will get another strike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(365).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28365%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang is trying to hide at the back of Aishah's hand, because he did get any strike.. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(361).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28361%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishah, breathing all the air to try to get good score..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(366).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28366%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another strike for me! Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(368).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28368%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(370).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28370%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lucy winner is Asma'.. The winner will give everybody a treat at Mac Donald.. Yay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-113423011781056789?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/113423011781056789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=113423011781056789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113423011781056789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113423011781056789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/12/bowling-competition.html' title='Bowling &quot;Competition&quot;'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-113422768731976165</id><published>2005-12-10T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T23:14:47.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I did really want to learn how to swim since the day I almost drowned when I was 12.. But, the cost of a class will be quite expensive (....) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;But on Thursday (8th dec), a friend of mine called me on the phone saying there is a class conducted in UIA that cost RM180 per 10 hours.. RM18 per hour is quite reasonable to me.. So i decided to do it.. We (abang n me) went out to find a suitable swimming suit.. We did find one at JJ but it costs RM199 (more than my lesson would cost me..) so I decided to put it on hold and went back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;At home, after asking for abah's opinion (whether it's ok to wear a swimming suit and is it ok for me to go for swimming lesson), Asma' who heard our conversation told me that Mama had bought a swimming suit for herself (but we never know whether she had worn it or not, we heard about her wanting to join a class, but we don't know if she'd went to any..) So I guess, she must had bought it for me.. hahaha.. for her children laa.... n I'm the first to use it)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So, today is the third day of my lesson (and I'm getting darker due to the long exposion to the sunlight..&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day was a short one because it was raining, but I learnt who to blow the air using the nose under the water. &lt;strong&gt;Second day&lt;/strong&gt;, I learnt to swim across the pool (yg tak dalam laa...) using the floating board... and &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt; I practiced more on swimming, this time without the floating board.. I can only surface once to breathe and once I'm under the water again, I can surface anymore.. I know I need a lot of practice on that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-113422768731976165?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/113422768731976165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=113422768731976165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113422768731976165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113422768731976165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/12/swimming-lesson.html' title='Swimming Lesson'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-113380023208500049</id><published>2005-12-05T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T00:30:32.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debat Piala DiRaja Akhir UITM vs UPM</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday we went to UKM for the Final of Debat DiRaja Bahasa Melayu.. My former UITM team against the UPM team.. The topic to be debated was quite tough: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Rumput Lebih Teguh dari Cengal"&lt;/span&gt; and we are the government's team. Means that the team has to show how the "rumput" is stronger than the "cengal" itself.. What happens was, they symbolized the "rumput" as the terrorists particularly in Afganistan n Iraq - their aspiration to get freedom (to rule their own country and so fourth) from the US. The US was refered to as "cengal". To us, it's a risky way to debate the topic and use the subject of terrorism as the symbol.. However, the team did all their best and they actually managed to make it clear that they are united in the way they supported each other and they know what they were talking about.. On the other hand, the UPM's team were not as bad.. Sometimes, I even nodded to some of their points...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time to announce the winner... A surprise come to all the UITM supporters n debaters.. We won for English Royal Debate for the first time, and at the same time kick out the UIAM team (UIAM has won this competition for so many times, only for twice they were beateb by UKM's team. Then, they got the title back for some years but this year, we got it back! Congrats to the team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Note:The Final of Royal Debate (English) was held the night before the prize giving ceremony.. It was UITM versus UIAM... And the results were only announced on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for Debat Bahasa Melayu, the MC announced that UITM is the winner, so this means that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the UPM's team had lost..&lt;/span&gt; We were so excited, the members of the UITM's team, went up the stage, received the prize from the UKM Vice-Chansellor..  followed by the second place winner.. We haven't done being so very excited when Acoy came to us to tell that the winner was wrongly announced... HAH!! Well, we were quite disappointed, but what to do, the adjudicators could have seen more than we know, they are the professionals... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, UPM is the Winner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to UKM early in the morning (the competition started at 8am) with Abang and my brother Khalid.. Yat informed me the day before, so I saw Yat and Acoy yesterday... Gee, if only u told me you're here, maybe we could make it to see each other and enjoy the debate together.. ehehe..... And you could proudly say, "I'm with the UPM's team...HAHAHA!!" heheheh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-113380023208500049?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/113380023208500049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=113380023208500049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113380023208500049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113380023208500049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/12/debat-piala-diraja-akhir-uitm-vs-upm.html' title='Debat Piala DiRaja Akhir UITM vs UPM'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-113379790392703314</id><published>2005-12-05T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T00:32:32.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquaria KLCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Today, we; Abang, Hannan, Amin, Amir (Abang's younger sister and brothers..) &amp; Me, went to Aquaria KLCC... Wah, the ticket is quite expensive..!! But we did enjoy the visit... However, I still think that they should add more rare types of fish.... the one that we could never see here... (if that is possible, will the price of the ticket increases?.. hmmm..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(347).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28347%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the water fountain at KLCC Park.. Form left: Hannan, Amin and Amin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(348).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28348%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang says he likes this tree so much of the view of the tree... and it's surroundings... I like it too..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(349).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28349%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only picture in the big aquarium that was taken using my Nokia 6670's camera.. Most of the pictures was taken by my old "undigital" camera... I don't know why but I still favour using the camera, even thought, everybody'd using it.. All my family members, my friends (Gee - with her Sony DIGITAL camera.. hehehe...), my students and even everybody (whom I saw) at Aquaria itself.. Anyway, this was taken in the Aqua Theatre and as u can see it's a SHARK... (as stated there, the one we see is 30% smaller than it's usual size, maybe because of the size of the glass..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(351).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28351%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang n Hannan.&lt;br /&gt;At the entrance, we're given a crossword puzzle - we need to explore and get all the answers and fill in the crossword.. Actually the contestants is supposed to be children under 12, but like us, we saw other adults were busily writing down the answers.. Anyway, we did spend a lot of time try to get the answers, but at the end they only gave us a tiny maynymuu little fish key-&lt;br /&gt;chain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah! No picture of me? ahahahah....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-113379790392703314?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/113379790392703314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=113379790392703314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113379790392703314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113379790392703314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/12/aquaria-klcc.html' title='Aquaria KLCC'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-113351194890224581</id><published>2005-12-02T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T16:25:48.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit to Satay Kajang</title><content type='html'>We stopped by at Satay Kajang in Kajang on our way to my granma's house in Hulu Langat. While waiting for the order, we "played" around... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(300).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28300%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering what will happen if this &lt;em&gt;kereta kuda&lt;/em&gt; moves.. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(306).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28306%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sayang can't hide his excitement of having satay for his lunch at rumah Nenek... No lah, he is excited because of me, not because of the satay... :p&lt;br /&gt;At the back is a small "satay" museum which tells the history of satay Kajang, how satay started to be famous long time ago.. and all that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-113351194890224581?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/113351194890224581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=113351194890224581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113351194890224581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113351194890224581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/12/visit-to-satay-kajang.html' title='A visit to Satay Kajang'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-113351110225663999</id><published>2005-12-02T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T16:11:42.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of SPM 2005.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(329).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28329%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the happy faces of my students. They were about to sit for their last paper (EST) this morning.. From left: Faseha, Farhana (at the back), Zaitun, Farwa and Hanim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(330).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28330%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanim, Faseha and their friend, revising for the last time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(332).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28332%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students started their final journey.. Good luck &amp;amp; All the best!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-113351110225663999?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/113351110225663999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=113351110225663999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113351110225663999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113351110225663999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-day-of-spm-2005.html' title='Last Day of SPM 2005.'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-113316019717300557</id><published>2005-11-28T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:18:03.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lovely Nephew and Zuma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Ke%20Langkawi%2017112005(1).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/200/Ke%20Langkawi%2017112005%281%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Ke%20Langkawi%2017112005(2).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/200/Ke%20Langkawi%2017112005%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Muadz Ridhuan.. We're in the car on the way to KLIA.. They are going to Langkawi for holidays.. Sounds great, I've never been there myself (and abah too), but my 1 year old nephew is going there already.. :) Look how restless he can be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Muadz%20n%20Mama(1)%2020112005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/200/Muadz%20n%20Mama%281%29%2020112005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Muadz%20n%20Mama(2)%2023112005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/200/Muadz%20n%20Mama%282%29%2023112005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muadz is with his mum, he actually put the smile for the picture, it's not candid, he posed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Muadz%20n%20Mama(4)%2023112005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/200/Muadz%20n%20Mama%284%29%2023112005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Muadz%20n%20Mama(3)%2023112005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/200/Muadz%20n%20Mama%283%29%2023112005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is playing a computer game called Zuma.. It's a colourful game, that's why Muadz (and his mum) was so serious and fucussed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(321).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28321%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(322).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28322%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to clear balls by getting three or more of the same colour in a row before it reaches the end into the hole (the symbol of sun).. It's fun and challenging as u go to the next level.. The more difficult it will be.. It's a game you will be addicted to.. Like everybody at home and at my school.. Haha! And I was the one who spread the sickness of Zuma..! Muahahahaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-113316019717300557?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/113316019717300557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=113316019717300557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113316019717300557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113316019717300557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-lovely-nephew-and-zuma.html' title='My Lovely Nephew and Zuma'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-113315969933743979</id><published>2005-11-18T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T14:34:59.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Celebration with Friends..</title><content type='html'>I got lots of open houses invitation.. But I forgot to take the picture.. However, I did take some pictures at Kak Tiza open house.. These are some of my friends from my school.. Mostly are pictures of their children... :) I can's help it, they are so cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(286).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28286%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Kak Afie with Haziq, Kak Bel's son (in purple)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(289).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28289%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me n Kak Tiza's daughter, Aimi Yasmin who loves photo shooting so much... But who cares? She's so cute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(290).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28290%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(294).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28294%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Zul with Hani (Ajai's daughter) who is so active and fast. One second she was sitting silently, the next she's already leaping to someone else's plate... but again who cares..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(291).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28291%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Tiza and Kak Afie, joined by Aimi (again). Actually Kak Tiza n Kak Afie were just standing there chatting to each other, then came Aimi thinking that they are posing for another shot.. How cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(292).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28292%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kak Yanti with Ain (Kak Mas's daughter)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(293).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28293%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(295).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28295%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upper: Nazura (Kak Sha's daughter). Below: Mardiah (Nazura elder sister) with me of course...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-113315969933743979?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/113315969933743979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=113315969933743979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113315969933743979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113315969933743979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/11/raya-celebration-with-friends.html' title='Raya Celebration with Friends..'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-113186617902451338</id><published>2005-11-14T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T21:13:00.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day to SPM 2005...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As an English teacher I'm excited n nervous at the same time.. Even though I've been teaching for nearly 3 years, this is the first time I'm teaching English for Form Five students.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last year I only thought EST (English for Science n Technology) for Form Five, out of the three classes I thought, there 7 failures and the highest scored A2 only (in their SPM)... I was a bit disappointed, especially when we have to analyse the techniques of teaching (well, EST is a new thing, they (MOE) don't even have a specific syllabus for it, so we teach it the way that we know best to help the students with the science n technology (english terms...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ok, that was over like a year ago... Now, tomorrow my students will be sitting for BM n Sejarah papers... and the next day which is Tuesday, they will be sitting for English paper.. I'll be around that day because I'm the teacher incharged on Tuesday.. I hope that for the students I taught, there will be no failure at all..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(even though I know there are students who had given up for their SPM, claiming that they had chosen the way they will lead their life best without having to pass the SPM... This is another shocking thing to hear from a 17 years old boy.. I tried to persuade him to at least do his best to pass, so that, at least other people will look up at him, i hope, if he pass the exam..., what else can I say??? :( It's sad, because he got potential, he even scored the highest for his english paper early this year.. then, he started not coming to school... then, he claimed like he has seen the world...??? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-113186617902451338?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/113186617902451338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=113186617902451338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113186617902451338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113186617902451338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-to-spm-2005.html' title='A Day to SPM 2005...'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-113151008129798716</id><published>2005-11-10T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:56:58.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(205).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28205%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First day of Aidilfitri.. Me n my pink baju kurung (n not forgetting my new style tudung, kelantanese say that i look "jangok" which means pretty (but, the meaning could also be weird) i hope the person who said it means the first one.. hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(214).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28214%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Second day of raya. We went to Pantai Irama, Bachok, like we always do every time we're here.... Look at the early morning's waves.. So relaxing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(213).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28213%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...and look what i found....! a tapak sulaiman (starfish)... hehehe.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(221).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28221%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My family name as inscribed by Asma'..&lt;br /&gt;&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;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(222).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28222%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ombination of my nick name (ancak) n fahan's nick name (paan)... it becomes "paancak"&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(218).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28218%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Asma' herself...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&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&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(220).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28220%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Habib is making his statement..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(224).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28224%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering about this hole? Here's the story.. My dad managed to wait near a hole (just something like this, on the sand until his feet cannot bear it anymore, when a creature comes out.. it's the crab, he took pictures of the crab with his digital camera...I also, wanna take a picture of the crab, so, i chose a hole n waited, nothing came out.. No, actually a crab did come out, but it was so sudden that i was so shock, i moved my feet, it scared the crab that it ran for it life back into the hole... poor me..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(229).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28229%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;--- look here, in the middle of the pic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sorry, if i know how, i'll surely circle the spot where u should look on... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trust me if u look real hard, u can see a crab on the surfarce of a hole. And he (i'm very sure it's a "he") looks like Mr Crab in Sponge Bob Square Pant. Hehehehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-113151008129798716?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/113151008129798716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=113151008129798716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113151008129798716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113151008129798716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/11/selamat-hari-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-113163789396274626</id><published>2005-11-07T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T00:21:16.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara Iefah san!</title><content type='html'>My dear cousin, Iefah (Arifah) is going to Japan for 2 weeks.. She is sixteen, and she is going to Japan for exchanged students program. I think she's going to Nagoya (not 'the' Nagoya textile, of course! :) According to Mak Long (Iefah's mum), this is the first time Iefah's school (Sek Men Sultan Abdul Aziz Shah, Seksyen 4, Shah Alam) sends their students to Japan. It had been 2 years since the Japanese sent their students over to the school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(246).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28246%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the team, 8 students (only 1 boy) and 2 teachers are going. Iefah is in the middle of the pic wearing white tudung n a pair of matching shoes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28249%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While people at the back we're busy taking picture of the "Japanese Team" the other cousins also wanted to get the attention... Well.. from left to right: Habib, Asma'(at the back), Afiqah, Alfi and Aishah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28251%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Every body is here for KFC! We're having KFC as Iefah wishes to, before going on the plane. Here's Fatin n Pak Long&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28252%29.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mak Teh (Pak Long's sister) and Alfi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28253%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Abah, Afiqah n Aishah (hiding the chicken so that, I can't see how much she has eaten... haha!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28254%29.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asma', Habib and Mak Long enjoying their meal...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Image(256).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28256%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Iefah n me.. By the way, the plane at the back it not the one she's going to ride to Japan.... because it's not going to be moving... hehehe..!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28257%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hahaha... Look what I managed to find.... Habib arranged it so that they look romantic... hah!! Wasn't me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28258%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, in front the KLIA Traditional House.. Look at the hen n her boyfriend.. hmmm... ?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Image%28260%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me n the Vespa... :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-113163789396274626?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/113163789396274626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=113163789396274626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113163789396274626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113163789396274626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/11/sayonara-iefah-san.html' title='Sayonara Iefah san!'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-113001843211845829</id><published>2005-10-23T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T06:07:33.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Said's Convocation</title><content type='html'>My dear brother, Said 22, (his 22nd birthday in 5 days) is now a graduate.. My lucky brother.. He actually finished his writing exercise around June (kalau tak silap laa..) He even had a good paying job now (I'm not sure about the name of the position.. hehehe..) Then, today, he had gotten his degree in Computer Science..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Konvokesyen%20UKM%2033%20Said%200041%20edited1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Konvokesyen%20UKM%2033%20Said%200041%20edited1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Konvokesyen%20UKM%2033%20Said%200099%20edited1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Konvokesyen%20UKM%2033%20Said%200099%20edited1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Konvokesyen%20UKM%2033%20Said%200035%20edited1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Konvokesyen%20UKM%2033%20Said%200035%20edited1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/1600/Konvokesyen%20UKM%2033%20Said%200059%20edited1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2534/1548/320/Konvokesyen%20UKM%2033%20Said%200059%20edited1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all proud of him... May success always be with him... Said, May the Force be with u!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-113001843211845829?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/113001843211845829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=113001843211845829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113001843211845829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/113001843211845829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/10/saids-convocation.html' title='Said&apos;s Convocation'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-112705808598176066</id><published>2005-09-19T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:58:33.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Little Baby Anis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Today, we (G, Eddie, My Sayang n me) went to Suri house (her parents' house actually..) at Kem Sg Besi.. Finally, we got to see baby Anis.. She is so small.. We adore her so much.. She looked so fragile yet very energetic and active.. sayang tak de gambar lak nak tunjuk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the house.. very nice and it has a very beautiful scenery. The sun set.. wow, so serene...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm happy to see all the happy faces.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-112705808598176066?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/112705808598176066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=112705808598176066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/112705808598176066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/112705808598176066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/09/cute-little-baby-anis.html' title='Cute Little Baby Anis'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-112685636990471713</id><published>2005-09-17T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:58:07.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend in need is a friend indeed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today, i saw a quotation on a someone's table (from M&amp;amp;M ad I think..) anyways, it says, Something about having good friends. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"...it feels great when you choose the good ones.."&lt;/span&gt; So, it really does, the reason why I feel so sad, so down, neglected by a person who 25 minutes before admitted that I'm her best friend.. "best friend" may means nothing to her.. so, everybody is her best friend.. hahaha... I don't know what I'm talking about... Or it's all my fault?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There is something that I need to do for myself. I need changes.. But, I simply don't know where to start.. I admire G so much. She is very lucky to have all wonderful people around her.. most importantly she's positive. Her determination and encouragement.... I never thought that I could be her friend now.. Hm.. when I got time I'll sit down and write about it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok, that's it for now..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-112685636990471713?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/112685636990471713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=112685636990471713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/112685636990471713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/112685636990471713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/09/friend-in-need-is-friend-indeed.html' title='Friend in need is a friend indeed..'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-112670587304759029</id><published>2005-09-14T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:57:47.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Tennis for the First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After school today, Asma' and me joined Layla n Kak Fina for tennis at UIA.. We're "coached" by Zulhilmi (G, remember him at kuantan, for the debate...?) Well, I don't really know the correct way to hold the racket. Eventually I feel comfortable to swing the racket.. But I still missed the ball... but it was fun, eventhough it was raining in the middle of the game. Then, Asma' and me played basketball at the court nearby (again and we can feel this is our sport actually). I was fun.. trying out the different types of sports.. I'm thinking of shooting.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-112670587304759029?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/112670587304759029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=112670587304759029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/112670587304759029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/112670587304759029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/09/playing-tennis-for-first-time.html' title='Playing Tennis for the First Time'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-112657001403380718</id><published>2005-09-13T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T21:00:37.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linda Tomyam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Suddenly this name became so interesting.. why? Hehe.. Here is the story behind it. One night we (asma' and me) went to the restaurant at the end of our street to buy some bungkus dinner. We sat at the table, a waiter came and Asma' ordered (she is usally the waiter at home to get the order from everybody..) while waiting for them to prepare the food, Asma' decided to order another Apple Juice, so she tried to call one of the waiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aaaa... aaa... Abang!" I can still recall the way she call this abang (we don't know the name though we knew they're from pattani or something, from their language). And it sounded so funny that I started to make joke about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, I cracked the joke to 'A'ishah and Habib.. It became the joke of the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it's gonna be a joke only.. but then, today, we (Asma' and me) went to the restaurant twice. At 6 something p.m to have dinner with Said. Then, at night to buy dinner for abah and the rest. Asma' told me that they (the "Abang" and Asma') had exchanged telephone number!! Wahh..!! and in fact they had started sms'ing each other.. but Asma' told me it's just for fun.. (no wonder he was like so tak senang duduk when we arrived there) hehe...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-112657001403380718?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/112657001403380718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=112657001403380718' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/112657001403380718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/112657001403380718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/09/linda-tomyam.html' title='Linda Tomyam'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-112644733212598221</id><published>2005-09-12T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:57:10.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today I asked my younger sis Asma' to accompany me to Empangan Batu for a jog. With my sayang, of course, who came with his newly washed motorcycle. We arrived at 7.00am and immediately started jogging. Asma' told me earlier that she only wanna have a nice walk, but she was excited seeing other people jogging, she started running with her long skirt (bare in mind, my sis is a long-distance runner). So we were having fun (fun because I couldn't stop laughing, my sayang keep teasing me with his jokes and smiles) for about 30 minutes. Then, we rested for a while before we left, my sayang said he wanted to stay to play football with his friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving out of the dam, we saw a basketball court, so we decided to go back home, catch the ball and my other sis 'A'ishah and bro Habib and I drove back to the dam. My sayang joined us because his friends didn't come. We played basketball until we're tired. Then, my sayang and Habib played football with the ball while my two sisters learnt how to ride my sayang's motorcycle. And finally all of us sat down until we decided for another activity for the noon. We decided to go to Ampang Point for bowling and some sushi. Wah, what a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;That's it for today.. I thank My Sayang so much! He is the reason why we had so much fun together today.. I love u sayang forever and ever....!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-112644733212598221?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/112644733212598221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=112644733212598221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/112644733212598221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/112644733212598221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/09/outing.html' title='Outing'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-112619261488442725</id><published>2005-09-08T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:16:54.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Honey you are a rock,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Upon which I stand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I came here to talk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he green eyes, yeah the spotlight, shines upon you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And how could, anybody, deny you,I came here with a load,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it feels so much lighter now I met you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And honey you should know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I could never go on without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Green eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey you are the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Upon which I float,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I came here to talk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green eyes, you're the one that I wanted to find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And anyone who tried to deny you, must be out of their mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I came here with a load,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it feels so much lighter since I met you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honey you should know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I could never go on without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Green eyes, green eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey you are a rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Upon which I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-112619261488442725?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/112619261488442725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=112619261488442725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/112619261488442725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/112619261488442725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/09/green-eyes.html' title='Green Eyes'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-112608734597285656</id><published>2005-09-08T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:02:25.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another sick day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;    The pain is still unbearable today. I took another M.C, but this time around from a dentist. She told me the gums are swallen around the new tooth. She asked me to finish up the antibiotic and come back to cut out the gum that seems to stop the growth of the new tooth. (Tu yg buat sakit sangat tu). My..! I actually asked her whether it's gonna be painful or not.. she said "kita akan bius, bila dah balik rumah, dah hilang kebas, sakit la sikit, kita kasi painkiller.." In short, it's gonna be painful, right?! Ouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I sms Suri today, asking how she is doing, how Anis is doing and hoping that everything's gonna be alright. She told me that Anis is still in the hospital and the poor little baby is turning yellow again. Suri said that she can't take it anymore, because her cut is causing her pain.. (Suri is also in the hospital). Poor Suri, but I know that she is strong and she will be ok soon. Oh ALLAh, please give my friend all the strength she needs.. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;    By the way, my Sayang is having his Technology test today. In fact I think he's is struggling right now to answer the questions.. And I hope the struggle will be worth it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love him so much!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh, and today is our 22nd months anniversary.. Haha.. We declared on 7th of November 2003.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-112608734597285656?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/112608734597285656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=112608734597285656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/112608734597285656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/112608734597285656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-sick-day.html' title='Another sick day..'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16347475.post-112600452397576352</id><published>2005-09-07T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:56:03.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothache.. Ouchh..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sakitnyer.. nak nangis pun ada... anyway, I still went to school this morning, eventhough I started to feel the pain last night. I thought it's gonna be ok in the morning, it was, but then, it got more painful after a while. It became more painful after a friend of mine shared her toothache experience. At 9.30 I went to the canteen for breakfast, took some mihoon goreng n telur goreng, sat at the table.. but i could'nt chew a thing.. I forced myself to shallow some cause I don't wanna be hungry when I enter the class. At 10.10am, I entered the class, scolded a student for not preparing his presentation (then i realised the pain had effected my pronunciation, every word i tried to utter sounded so weird).Then, I asked the rest to copy some literature notes and eventually left the class. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I actually left the school, with permission, and went to the clinic nearby my house, but it's closed. I went to another clinic and the doctor told me that the gum is swollen (nak tumbuh gigi bongsu..hehe.. i'm still young).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;When I reached home, took the medicine with water, went staight to the bed and BUMM.. ZzzZzZzzzz...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-112600452397576352?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/112600452397576352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=112600452397576352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/112600452397576352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/112600452397576352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/09/toothache-ouchh.html' title='Toothache.. 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Well, my first try... Writing a diary? Well..... I've stopped for a very long time. Reason? A lot of it actually, one of it is because my brother who's studying in UTP did not send me the University's diary (an organizer actually..)  to me.. So, I can write when I don't have the diary to write, right.. anyway, I didn't write as much pun, just put all the recipts, all the movie tickets according to the dates.. some special thoughts.. that's it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, let's talk about today.. I woke up very late.. so, I had to rush to school. Punched my time card at 07:22. We had to go to the hall for an Israq Mikraj ceramah. For the first time in SMTG's history, the teachers had to sit at the back of the hall (upstairs) so we had to really listen hard for the ceramah..  (ade ke diorg suruh kami duduk kat situ without chairs..?) But then, one of the teachers instucted the prefects to bring the chairs up. What so big deal about sitting at the back? Well, as a class teacher of a class nearly full of girls, I got the advantage to see their behaviours during the assembly. (when i'm sitting in front, the girls looked so behaved) I was so pissed off, watching them talking to each other, while they're supposed to sing the national anthem.. pusing sana, pusing sini.. They are not even in the line (tak kisah la sangat) but when the teacher is talking in front, making announcement for their coming SPM, they don't even bother to lend theirs... hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the assembly, we got back to the school building. i was quite free this morning, my class was at 1.30pm. one of my students came to see me, telling one of her friends is missing from the class.. alamak, mana nak cari, biar lah, dah besar dah...  but, i noticed that this missing girl really like have problem, so I advised the friend to talk to the missing girl ( i'm sure she'll be back to the hostel when the school is over) tell her to focus on her studies first.. blah blahh.. things like that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok lah... that's it for the time being...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wassalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16347475-112591390807816069?l=aspecialme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/feeds/112591390807816069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16347475&amp;postID=112591390807816069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/112591390807816069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16347475/posts/default/112591390807816069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspecialme.blogspot.com/2005/09/bismillah.html' title='Bismillah...'/><author><name>c|k^tum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03088550697307111875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2JKYkYhuwY/TtCoOSXqeRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lpOvsStRdXw/s220/babypanda04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
