<?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-6237259775806709742</id><updated>2011-10-09T10:12:52.320-07:00</updated><category term=':'/><category term='Day Out~'/><title type='text'>SHaFiQiN's~</title><subtitle type='html'>Free style of writing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-6616914608890559567</id><published>2009-08-22T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:26:57.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan 2..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's no longer a poem to remind me of Ramadan. This time, I would want to share my experience having my first TARAWIH!~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... it's nothing much basically.. I got my new "telekung"!~.. blue color flowers.. i wanted a pink though.. but, since blue was pretty nice i chose BLUE~ wee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ironically, i noticed that, my mom, my youngest sister and me have the same color of the laces. Blue, and blue and blue. But mine one of course the most outstanding one.. hehe. Perasan case..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tired performing the tarawih. This year's tarawih is the most special one for me as my mom joined me and my sister along. last year i had to drive on my own.. So, this year pretty much enlightens my Ramadan.. smiley faces all along.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh.. about my first tarawih.. When the imam was reciting the DOA, i can't hear his voices clearly. I started to make face expression which was indeed freaking hideous. The i-can't-hear-ur-voice-but-i-wish-i-can-but-i -just-can't expression. Get it? or maybe i was the only homo sapean who has that expression??? hurmm&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/6237259775806709742-6616914608890559567?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6616914608890559567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=6616914608890559567' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6616914608890559567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6616914608890559567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadhan-2.html' title='Ramadhan 2..'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-8250618722565769604</id><published>2009-08-20T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:35:30.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kizuna!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1RCOirlRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/rAW-zlQcUCI/s1600-h/6288_259609310191_541445191_8550253_1601865_n.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1RCOirlRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/rAW-zlQcUCI/s320/6288_259609310191_541445191_8550253_1601865_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372039029228016914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the one who only looked at the camera...&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1Q3GktrCI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7h176EB78x8/s1600-h/6288_259606705191_541445191_8550211_670253_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1Q3GktrCI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7h176EB78x8/s320/6288_259606705191_541445191_8550211_670253_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372038838110497826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sawadeekap...&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1Qw1bh_oI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3Xw9O_RGSk4/s1600-h/6288_259609680191_541445191_8550260_5414793_n.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1Qw1bh_oI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3Xw9O_RGSk4/s320/6288_259609680191_541445191_8550260_5414793_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372038730429365890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more food..........&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1QnkFK4eI/AAAAAAAAAd4/fuNBbcqmMeg/s1600-h/6288_259609685191_541445191_8550261_6912701_n.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1QnkFK4eI/AAAAAAAAAd4/fuNBbcqmMeg/s320/6288_259609685191_541445191_8550261_6912701_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372038571153351138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;food, food, food, food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1PvtkA5xI/AAAAAAAAAdw/uCEpKSUWE4s/s1600-h/6288_259607575191_541445191_8550225_1951645_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1PvtkA5xI/AAAAAAAAAdw/uCEpKSUWE4s/s320/6288_259607575191_541445191_8550225_1951645_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372037611625965330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;teacher jue and the kizuna's :)&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1PK1Qg8XI/AAAAAAAAAdg/onvwjZgA5f4/s1600-h/6288_259607205191_541445191_8550224_1442604_n.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1PK1Qg8XI/AAAAAAAAAdg/onvwjZgA5f4/s320/6288_259607205191_541445191_8550224_1442604_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372036978036502898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mereke bajet basuh pinggan.. especially Miyn...&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1NvzBKJOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/GuqpsdHy0Zc/s1600-h/6288_259605655191_541445191_8550202_7292717_n.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1NvzBKJOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/GuqpsdHy0Zc/s320/6288_259605655191_541445191_8550202_7292717_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372035414067127522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miyn melahap wif Sheila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1NOcdWSuI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Vvgzhv6_uV0/s1600-h/6288_259609305191_541445191_8550252_1338971_n.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1NOcdWSuI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Vvgzhv6_uV0/s320/6288_259609305191_541445191_8550252_1338971_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372034841075665634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Front row; left : ain, Mia, sheila, teacher Jue, Amy, Miyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Middle row; left : Tifa, Ifa and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back row; left : Hazman, Remi, Shakir and Nash&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1NEHqQGnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/zJTZzgor4JM/s1600-h/6288_259607605191_541445191_8550229_3103487_n.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1NEHqQGnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/zJTZzgor4JM/s320/6288_259607605191_541445191_8550229_3103487_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372034663693949554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left : Miyn, Me, and Tifa&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/6237259775806709742-8250618722565769604?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8250618722565769604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=8250618722565769604' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/8250618722565769604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/8250618722565769604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/08/kizuna.html' title='Kizuna!~'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/So1RCOirlRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/rAW-zlQcUCI/s72-c/6288_259609310191_541445191_8550253_1601865_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-5957083053294205853</id><published>2009-08-20T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:02:20.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:#010101;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#bf00bf;"&gt;In the name of Allah, the most Merciful, the most Kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#bf00bf;"&gt;A blessed month is casting its shadow upon us&lt;br /&gt;A night of this month is better than a thousand months&lt;br /&gt;Bear with patience for the sake of Ar-Rahman&lt;br /&gt;Itâ€™s a continuous training to strengthen our Imaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#bf00bf;"&gt;Glory be to Allah who sent Ramadan as a mercy to mankind&lt;br /&gt;Its a purification of our soul, our heart, and our mind&lt;br /&gt;With the most sincere devotion and love we fast&lt;br /&gt;To be cleansed and free from sins of the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#bf00bf;"&gt;Glorified is He, who choseth this holy month,&lt;br /&gt;To test our sabr and fill our hearts with warmth&lt;br /&gt;Of his Divine Light, His blessings shall glow,&lt;br /&gt;The Seer of the unseen, all He does know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#bf00bf;"&gt;Ya Allah! For thee, let my breath be more pleasant than musk&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah! For thee, let me be thankful when day turns to dusk&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts and heart are purified, my eyes truly seeâ€¦&lt;br /&gt;This blessed month, the month of spiritual rhapsody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#bf00bf;"&gt;Ya Allah! For thee, my life I shall live!&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah! For thee, my soul I shall give!&lt;br /&gt;In the name of Allah, the most Merciful, the most Kind,&lt;br /&gt;Praise be to Allah, who sent Ramadan as a gift to mankind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-5957083053294205853?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/5957083053294205853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=5957083053294205853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5957083053294205853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5957083053294205853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadhan.html' title='Ramadhan...'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-5300215127106814442</id><published>2009-08-20T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:00:51.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to my grizzly bear..</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning you were the first thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where it came from all I know is I need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I can be a better woman&lt;br /&gt;If you just say you wanna take this friendship to another place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you through your life&lt;br /&gt;Can I lay with you as your wife&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your friend till the end&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you through your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got me wondering if you know that I am wondering about you&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is so strong that I can't imagine you're not feeling it too&lt;br /&gt;You've known me long enough to trust that I want what's best for you&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be happy then I am the one that you should give your heart to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyday ain't gonna be, like the summer's day&lt;br /&gt;Being in love for real it ain't like a movie screen&lt;br /&gt;But I can tell you all the drama aside you and I can find what the worlds been&lt;br /&gt;looking for forever friendship and love together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you through your life till the day that the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you till the day that my heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you through your life&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you till the end that the birds no longer take flight till the&lt;br /&gt;moon is underwater&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the moment I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are everything I've been looking for&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you as your wife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-5300215127106814442?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/5300215127106814442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=5300215127106814442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5300215127106814442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5300215127106814442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-my-grizzly-bear.html' title='to my grizzly bear..'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-5042672467570313701</id><published>2009-08-16T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T05:19:10.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morphing!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sof46rh0a1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/EruYYv3Yqqg/s1600-h/baby+pic.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sof46rh0a1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/EruYYv3Yqqg/s320/baby+pic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370534767663278930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our baby girl pic. :) I'm surprised with the morphing result. Comel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sof4XPz44JI/AAAAAAAAAc4/rHKRwCPAR9Q/s1600-h/DSC00633-JPG--Picture-aien-3-jpg.jpeg"&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sof4XPz44JI/AAAAAAAAAc4/rHKRwCPAR9Q/s320/DSC00633-JPG--Picture-aien-3-jpg.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370534158927454354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, i did the same exact thing like Fana did. Morphing. Thx fana.. This is the result of my images with my Grizzly Bear.. There isn't much of a difference in the picture. I still have my features and Grizzly Bear's  still has his. Perfection? U decide ..&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/6237259775806709742-5042672467570313701?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/5042672467570313701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=5042672467570313701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5042672467570313701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5042672467570313701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/08/morphing.html' title='Morphing!!'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sof46rh0a1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/EruYYv3Yqqg/s72-c/baby+pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-4966591832751279533</id><published>2009-08-15T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:06:00.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Grizzly Bear..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SobXbuQRbHI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0K-dzHKCHMs/s1600-h/spacer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SobXbuQRbHI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0K-dzHKCHMs/s320/spacer.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370216476958616690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this poem especially to my grizzly bear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a moon, you would be my glimmering stars..&lt;br /&gt;Shining my sleepless night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were a cup, you would be my plate&lt;br /&gt;Completing the drink set :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were a panda, you would be my sugar cane..&lt;br /&gt;I'll have you for my breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were the heart, you would be my heart beats..&lt;br /&gt;Every of your pulse thuds with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were a nemo, you would be my sea anemone..&lt;br /&gt;Despite u are harmful to others, not to me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were Juliet, you would be Romeo..&lt;br /&gt;The one who cured my heart with his smiles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ..&lt;br /&gt;If i were to change my fate..&lt;br /&gt;I would change some but stick to one thing in my life..&lt;br /&gt;YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u sayang :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-4966591832751279533?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4966591832751279533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=4966591832751279533' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4966591832751279533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4966591832751279533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-my-grizzly-bear.html' title='For My Grizzly Bear..'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SobXbuQRbHI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0K-dzHKCHMs/s72-c/spacer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-8414600713472296634</id><published>2009-08-10T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:03:14.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The end of the standardized biology test.  An impromptu one. Just like yesterday's chemy test. I taught it was supposed to be held dis evening, but as i stepped into 302 class, Teacher Jue had started distributing the test papers.. I was like " What the.....?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test started with the usual curse by Teacher Jue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dengan lafaz bismillah, sape meniru saye sumpah bagi yang laki2 sperm counts rendah. Bagi perempuan plak ovulation dier jadik 2 kali setahun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,I answered the questions based on my understanding. Not really that precise though. I even fell asleep while answering the questions. The objective questions to be more specific. To the dream world but it wasn't that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dawa, bangun.. Ko dh siap ke nie??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miyn cajoled me. Her voice pervaded my mind which eventually woke me up. I admit that, i am a sleepy head. No doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plant science is indeed not my forte. plant + me = extreme bordsom. But, i love certain sub topics in plant science for instance germination sub topic. It was pretty okeyh for me out of the whole topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submitted my paper at 1.40 pm sharp ( exaggeration) and remorse pervaded my soul soon after that...... haih...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-8414600713472296634?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8414600713472296634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=8414600713472296634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/8414600713472296634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/8414600713472296634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-of-standardized-biology-test.html' title=''/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-2178667404461052883</id><published>2009-08-10T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:20:35.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher Jue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things get so hectic lately as  i have a lot of tasks need to be done within such a short period of time. My extended essay, bio reports, up coming tests and a whole lot more.  Sigh sigh and more sigh. But despite all that, i still spent my time doing absurd things like staying up at night, singing with my friends or to make it more clear , "Karo eke-ing" till 2.30 am. Am i insane or what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be more self alert about my time quality. BE Alert!! Just now, we had an impromptu chemistry test, very unexpected. Frankly, i answered the test paper lousily. It was like  as if i have had never learn anything. Perhaps, i was being so nervous with the score that i'll get. To think about it, it gives me this funny feeling. I shouldn't be worried of the internal tests. No matter how well i would score for the internal tests, but if i flunk the real IB exams ... MARA won't even take a glimpse of my marks in the previous internal tests. Don't you agree with me? I do admit that all the tests are essential in analyzing on how well ourself master the topics being taught in the class. Bio, as interesting as it is to most of my friends, i don't seem to have the heart to learn it. Don't get me wrong. It's not as if i couldn't careless about my future as a dentist or I got a terrible teacher. I have the best Bio teacher on Earth! Teacher Jue has been very determined and energetic whenever it comes to bio lectures. The problem comes from me. I love learning biology when it comes to certain topics. I don't sound very convincing to be a good dentist, am i? But i'm trying my best to excell in every bio tests and internal exams. Perhaps my mind set of having this outrageous dislike on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thousands of aplogies i bid to Teacher Jue if you are reading these. I wanna clarify that, it is non of your fault and you are the greatest teacher ever live on this planet earth. i'm sori for always not paying attention in your class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6237259775806709742-2178667404461052883?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2178667404461052883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=2178667404461052883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/2178667404461052883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/2178667404461052883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/08/teacher-jue.html' title='Teacher Jue'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-6646330747450575226</id><published>2009-08-03T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T06:07:06.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Wifi!!</title><content type='html'>I now declare that, our room E001 has the most sufficient facilities like non other rooms would have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE WIFI!! what else i can ask for?? Alhamdulillah.. Syukur sgt2.. I may sound so "Jakun" but whatever.. I'm at on top of the world now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-6646330747450575226?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6646330747450575226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=6646330747450575226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6646330747450575226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6646330747450575226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-wifi.html' title='Free Wifi!!'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-8896411519707289356</id><published>2009-07-29T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T04:35:50.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics and The Story Behind It..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;29th July 2009, Physics period. Venue: Physics Lab 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;We were sorted into 3 groups, according to the topics that needed to be presented during the lesson. Each of student was asked to do “A Lucky Draw”, which wasn’t that lucky for some people. Once I did my lucky draw, I quickly opened the white small sheet. Written on the paper was number 2. Atomic Structure, the sub topic that I was assigned to do with my other group members. Nash was supposed in group 2 but eventually, he didn’t seem to like to co-operate with me. At first, I thought he was just pulling my legs, making annoying face expression just to play trick on me. Later, my hunch proved me wrong. He was reluctant to be in my group. I was pretty devastated. I mean, I know the fact that not everybody will like me, but just don’t make it too obvious. It was so obvious. I just can tell. You would know if a person is not comfortable working with you. I ignored my feelings, and carried my self to the library, discussing the sub-topic with my other group members, Ain, Sheila and Ifa. It was a simple sub topic so, discussing it wasn’t that agonizing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the remaining 30 minutes flipping through the news papers. MEGA, the entertainment column. My FAVOURITE! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting bored of the not-so-interesting news, I went to hang out with Liyana. She was reading the news regarding the 3rd death of H1N1 victim out loud. With the naïve and innocent look shined on her face, she read the name of the deceased confidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liyana ; Li Tiong Lai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elly : Eyh, to bukan name menteri ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Liyana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was presentation moment. One after another, group by group. Then, it was time for my group. As I was presenting my part, I explained about the mass of electron and proton and as well as the figures. Then Nash asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ape die dawa?”&lt;br /&gt;“ Carik lah sendiri”, I said in the most arrogant and cocky way. Hatred pervaded my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Teme kaseyh sgt dawa”, he replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t that mean. No matter how much I was being angry, I won’t  let a person not knowing what he or she should know. I later then wrote the figures on the white board. I took a glimpse of his face, gave him a stare of hatred, this time it was like flaming in fire. I didn’t realize whether he noticed it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the end of my tragic story during physics lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-8896411519707289356?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8896411519707289356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=8896411519707289356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/8896411519707289356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/8896411519707289356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/07/physics-and-story-behind-it.html' title='Physics and The Story Behind It..'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-3015201971636740079</id><published>2009-07-24T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:43:29.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':'/><title type='text'>13th May 1969...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8.00 am. It was BM period in wispi 4. The worst place in KMS to have an academic session. Sheila and Tifa had already prepared their presentation for a poem entitled "Salam Benua" composed by the late Usman Awang..  Sheila was plucking the guitar, providing a live background music and tifa recited the poem in the most simple way but yet meaningful. As they explained to the whole class, they came across a symbolic phrase that triggered the learning session in that morning... "gerhana mei".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheila: Okeyh smue. Gerhana mei ini merupakan simbolik kejadian 13 Mei 1969.. Kite smue tahu kan ape yg terjadi pada tahun itu.. seterusnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puan Azizah: Bagaimana awak tahu gerhana mei itu merupakan simbolik kejadian 13 mei? Boleh jadi 16 mei, dan 31 mei? mengapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tifa: (trying to settle down the crucial situation) Sbb peristiwe tuh significant pada negara kita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a wrong turn. I can see a glint of unsatisfactory in Puan Azizah's eyes. I knew that things will be even chaos... and i was right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puan Azizah said something that completely change my perspective about life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awak tak buat research pasal 13 mei bukan? Enkorang taw x ape bende nye 13 mei neyh? Mende nie korang patut taw, lagi2 yang nk fly pegi overseas.. Sedih saye tgk anak-anak muda sekarang buat xhirau mende2 mcm nie.  Taw xkorang kalau xder orang bejuang untuk orang melayu, jangan harap lah korang nak merasa pegi luar negara. orang cina walaupun tak dapat scholarships, boleyh je pegi luar negara. Diorang ade duit, ekonomi diorang yang conquer.. Kite neyh? Harapkan biasiswa kerajaan. itupun ade yg xsdr diri lagi. Sy taw betapa ngerinya kejadian 13 mei tuh. Sy f3 pada masa itu. Sy igt lagi orang cina mati dibunuh, dan dibuang ke dalam sungai. Mase tuh, dh xkire jiran ke ape ke. Masing-masing ade kepentingan sendiri. Orang melayu neyh pantang dicabar. Itulah yang bagus pasal orang melayu neyh. Xmustahil 13 mei nie jadik lagi kalau kita xberhati-hati. Sedarlah smue. Amik taw lah jugak pasal mende2 mcm nie. Jangan bile bace surat khabar tuh, bukan hiburan je. Sukan je... Awak nnti dh jadik doctor, engineer ke, balik malaysia and tolong orang melayu. Kuasai ekonomi, barulah orang melayu boleyh maju..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so mesmerized with her long and meaningful speech. I realized that our new generation including myself is living in too comfortable zone because we do not struggle to get what we want. "Melayu Mudah Lupa". That's for sure. I hope that i will keep on being reminded by people around me the main reason I am here. Being sponsored by MARA. Sounds cliche? It's up to you to decide....&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/6237259775806709742-3015201971636740079?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/3015201971636740079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=3015201971636740079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3015201971636740079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3015201971636740079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/07/13th-may-1969.html' title='13th May 1969...'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-6732399864155846213</id><published>2009-07-19T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T05:59:42.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My love :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SmMYB8UJ3oI/AAAAAAAAAco/m3Eo51sEjUk/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SmMYB8UJ3oI/AAAAAAAAAco/m3Eo51sEjUk/s320/DSC00616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360154403150618242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pink + greenish blue = eternity love ..&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SmMXf5H8xkI/AAAAAAAAAcg/A1i7FBb9Syg/s1600-h/DSC00615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SmMXf5H8xkI/AAAAAAAAAcg/A1i7FBb9Syg/s320/DSC00615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360153818178569794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shadows of ours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SmMWJ4IKyWI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Abt7FWBkdHs/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SmMWJ4IKyWI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Abt7FWBkdHs/s320/DSC00610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360152340442302818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;weee~&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SmMV7oIYQ5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/jjnxi7TqHls/s1600-h/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SmMV7oIYQ5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/jjnxi7TqHls/s320/DSC00598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360152095630050194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Global warming??? definitely :P&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SmMVilIJztI/AAAAAAAAAcA/M3WJstDwf4k/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SmMVilIJztI/AAAAAAAAAcA/M3WJstDwf4k/s320/DSC00604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360151665327066834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing in a very polite way :P&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SmMVQdFQiYI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MaPwKHOwUMg/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SmMVQdFQiYI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MaPwKHOwUMg/s320/DSC00603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360151353929795970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My other halve ^_^&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SmMU2dShYMI/AAAAAAAAAbo/H3fYq6v2ATU/s1600-h/DSC00602.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SmMU2dShYMI/AAAAAAAAAbo/H3fYq6v2ATU/s320/DSC00602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360150907308826818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mother nature :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-6732399864155846213?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6732399864155846213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=6732399864155846213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6732399864155846213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6732399864155846213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-love.html' title='My love :)'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SmMYB8UJ3oI/AAAAAAAAAco/m3Eo51sEjUk/s72-c/DSC00616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-4924228770931618298</id><published>2009-07-15T18:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:18:12.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sajak Untuk Kekasih :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl5_ZFmCLsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/OUuUmDZLAEU/s1600-h/DSC00363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl5_ZFmCLsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/OUuUmDZLAEU/s320/DSC00363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358860675592629954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu senja..&lt;br /&gt;Termangu aku menanti &lt;br /&gt;Dari jauh ku lihat kelibatmu..&lt;br /&gt;Datang berlari ke arah ku..&lt;br /&gt;Dengan senyuman yang terukir di bibirmu..&lt;br /&gt;Terlukis jua di hatiku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih kah dikau ingat&lt;br /&gt;Pada waktu itu..&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kau dan aku&lt;br /&gt;Seolah-olah dunia berputar mengelilingi kita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak dapat ku bayangkan..&lt;br /&gt;Hidupku tanpa dirimu..&lt;br /&gt;Ku umpama si buta dalam gelita..&lt;br /&gt;Derita melanda jiwa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadangkala.. &lt;br /&gt;Ombak datang melanda..&lt;br /&gt;Badai datang menjelma..&lt;br /&gt;Teguhkan kasih kita.&lt;br /&gt;Pertahankanlah mahligai cinta yang terbina..&lt;br /&gt;Sekian lama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku Panjatkan doa..&lt;br /&gt;Menghamparkan sejuta harapan..&lt;br /&gt;Kepada Yang Maha Esa.&lt;br /&gt;Agar berkekalan kasih kita..&lt;br /&gt;Selamanya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this poem ( my master piece) to my only Grizzly Bear.&lt;br /&gt;I love u :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-4924228770931618298?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4924228770931618298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=4924228770931618298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4924228770931618298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4924228770931618298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/07/sajak-untuk-kekasih.html' title='Sajak Untuk Kekasih :)'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl5_ZFmCLsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/OUuUmDZLAEU/s72-c/DSC00363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-3985996856397173651</id><published>2009-07-15T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:45:58.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PWTC...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3bi4lojRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/lrhH7-dz8rY/s1600-h/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3bi4lojRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/lrhH7-dz8rY/s320/DSC00579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358680523993025810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mesyuarat Agung Tahunan Ansara :p&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3XeVfyxOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/FYOp-M6eewY/s1600-h/DSC00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3XeVfyxOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/FYOp-M6eewY/s320/DSC00581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358676047807300834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one and only.. DATO MUKHRIZ MAHATHIR.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3Qmv0gdnI/AAAAAAAAAaI/vZTY9VxSj04/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3Qmv0gdnI/AAAAAAAAAaI/vZTY9VxSj04/s320/DSC00575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358668495731062386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the "Urus Setia" team..  From left : Samihah, Mahani, Hidayah Wahid, Teacher Hendon, Abe, Mamat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3QD2Ao_dI/AAAAAAAAAaA/3Bj-5ON4Aeo/s1600-h/DSC00566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3QD2Ao_dI/AAAAAAAAAaA/3Bj-5ON4Aeo/s320/DSC00566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358667896097144274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of our preparations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 11th July 2009, my colleagues and I attended Mesyuarat Agung Tahunan Ansara 2009. It was pretty much a memorable experince as I met some of the  famous people in Malaysia. A few Dato' and Tan Sri.. And of course, Dato Mukhriz Mahathir. Interesting. I love it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-3985996856397173651?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/3985996856397173651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=3985996856397173651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3985996856397173651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3985996856397173651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/07/pwtc.html' title='PWTC...'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3bi4lojRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/lrhH7-dz8rY/s72-c/DSC00579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-1853538119251863610</id><published>2009-07-14T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:12:09.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grizzly Bear..</title><content type='html'>I dedicate this poem especially for you.. and only you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Entrapment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, I have tried with all my being&lt;br /&gt;to grasp a form comparable to thine own,&lt;br /&gt;but nothing seems worthy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now why Shakespeare could not&lt;br /&gt;compare his love to a summer’s day.&lt;br /&gt;It would be a crime to denounce the beauty&lt;br /&gt;of such a creature as thee,&lt;br /&gt;to simply cast away the precision&lt;br /&gt;God had placed in forging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each facet of your being&lt;br /&gt;whether it physical or spiritual&lt;br /&gt;is an ensnarement&lt;br /&gt;from which there is no release.&lt;br /&gt;But I do not wish release.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to stay entrapped forever.&lt;br /&gt;With you for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts, always as one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-1853538119251863610?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1853538119251863610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=1853538119251863610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/1853538119251863610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/1853538119251863610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/07/grizzly-bear.html' title='Grizzly Bear..'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-2528166806846270461</id><published>2009-07-07T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:21:17.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Fall Apart..</title><content type='html'>Eventually, my beloved college or also known as KOLEJ MARA SEREMBAN is implementing active learning in our lecturers and studying as well. According to our Bonda Director, students must seek all the information on our own and not relying on teachers 100%. Yesterday, she mentioned about active learning once again during our monthly assembly. Hot, hot and extra hot. Quote:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;" You are the cream of creme'. Scoring straight A's for your SPM. I don't want you to be spoon fed. And worst... being breast-fed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggle... haha... She was so "Hilarious". Just now in chemistry class, i was pretty blur and pondering around when Wanie explained about basic buffer. I know i shouldn't have said this, but seriously.... she was mumbling rather than explaining. Sigh. Active Learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need my own time to adjust my mindset about the whole new active learning approach. I am not against it, but it's just too drastic for me. Certain people who can't stand the pressure would definitely crack their heads off.. One good example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia. My BIO mentor. I am NOT talking trash about her, but i think she was being too emotional about studies and all sorts of things. For instance, just now we had a group discussion during BIO class. Teacher Jue can't make it due to some reasons. I have no idea myself. I was trying to calm down by listening to my play list and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia was sulking... She didn't join the discussion. After a while...... BOOM!! Volcano eruption..  She was ACTING like a mad cow. Nagging me like as if i was a 5 years old kid. It was totally unnecessarily for her to erupt in such a way. Pretty funny to me as i didn't hear a word .... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a while, she cooled down and apologized to me for what she had done. Mia, mia.. I am hoping she can cope with all the stress that IB life offers.. A must indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one problem solved, the new one turned up. The teachers here should know that, we the IB seniors would have no time to cramp in 10000 activities at a time. All right. Maybe i was exaggerating. Here's the thing. IA Math MUST BE SUBMITTED ON MONDAY ; 13TH JULY 2009. it's like a few days remaining, and guess what? Miyn and I and some others were assigned to attend "Mesyuarat Agong Ansara 2009" held in PWTC on this Saturday. Teacher Jue was right. This college will always says yes to everything... Yes, Yes, and Yes... There are things that we have to do, for instance slide shows, fliers and decorating some display boards. I don't mind helping the teachers... BUT THE TIME IS NOT RIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only follow as being ordered.. Hopefully i would be able to go through this with an open heart......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-2528166806846270461?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2528166806846270461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=2528166806846270461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/2528166806846270461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/2528166806846270461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-fall-apart.html' title='Things Fall Apart..'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-1211016578321406875</id><published>2009-07-01T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T04:04:59.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makcik Cleaner, Pakcik Rahman, Tamam</title><content type='html'>1st of July. The worst day in my life as an IB senior in KMS. Same goes with Elly. Here is my story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Reader's Disgest in my new room, and switching on my lap top to try my luck this tim to connect with the internet. Then the chaos began. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Adik, kenape adik ade kt bilik nie??. Bilik nie patutnye kosong", the makcik cleaner said in the most annoying way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"makcik... saye memang kene pindah bawah. Warden yang suruh," i replied in a proper way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she asked me again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nie kenape luar basah nie? makcik dah kemas dh ari tuh...", she started to lose her temper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine as well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" makcik, kami cuci semalam. dapat taw pown 2 hari lepas.. rushing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Kenape xpindah awal2? nie mcm mane nie??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bilik nie kunci 2 ari lepas. Kami xdapat masok".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the conversation went on and on. My blood rushed to my brain. I was so pissed off and annoyed with the way she talked to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought that was the end. I was wrong. later, an old man came into my room. Pakcik Rahman. The same question, with the same answer. And the same tone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Kenape kamu kat sini??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I was being ordered to move."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" hmmm... Who asked u to do so?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Cikgu Ikhwan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" HAish.. Ikhwan pown satu.. Nanti macam mane nnti? clash ngan juniors.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, i was like.. what the hack? I was ordered to move and this is what i get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Pakcik xnak awak ade masalah nti. Susah. nnti parents yang datang cakap ape plak kan.. susah kami nanti"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"saye faham pakcik.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"awak ade keje xnie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"xder"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kalau macam tuh.. tlg makcik neyh.. Tunggu sini smpai junior sampai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" tp pukol 10.30 saya ade duty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"xpe2. lambat lagi.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't stand it. I immedietly texted fatin to come over to my room. A few minutes later, she gave me a call.. She confirmed that everything is under control and my room will not be entered by any juniors because they had already arranged everything. Relived, i told that to Pakcik Rahman. Ironically, he didn't take it seriously. He had a doubt in his eyes. i just can tell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama got even interesting.. Tamam turned up. I thought he would attack me like the others. He saved me somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik Rahman : Sy takot bilik laen clash. Masalah kite nanti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamam : Memang bilik nie untuk IB senior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik Rahman : ouh.. Klu mcm tuh xper lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shish.. I supposed i am just too young for people to trust me.. sigh, sigh, sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamam asked whether i had cleared up my room upstairs. and he asked me to clear up the room as soon as possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, i went upstairs to let my roomate, Elly about the news. She was sick. Having fever and severe head ache. I told her in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elly, we need to clear up this room now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she heard me uttering the word "NOW", she started cursing. I mean, it wasn't her fault to do so.. She was sick. A few words slipped away from her mouth. The words shall private and confidental. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIth the help from fatin, we managed to clear up the room and took some of Elly's and Ifa's stuff downstairs. Some of their belongings were placed in the utility room. Imaginable. That's the right expression of my feelings at that time. There was nothing else we could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, Elly could rest. I understand how she felt. Angry, for sure and dissapointed. She kept on cursing all the makcik cleaners for messing around with her. Pity Elly. I let her to rest on my bed since her bed had a mountain of books, clothes and some others.We'll deal with it later on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifa turned up after a while. She apologized for not being there when that happened. What was funny, Ifa had to listen to Elly's long lecture about the makcik cleaner. Thank goodness she was being patient. A few minutes later,she had to go to handle the registration for the new students. Leaving me with Elly once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elly kept on cursing about the college and the makcik cleaner. I just listened to what she said and continued writing my blog. First draft, since i wasn't able to connect with any internet connection. It was okeyh, i didn't mind. As long as she felt at ease. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30. Duty calls... and for the past 30 minutes, i was writing and still writing and doing the announcement at the same time. I can call my self, The Super DAWA.. haha... kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so hungry right now.. I shall stop here. Like my other posts, i shall conclude what i have written....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN A NUT SHELL, i need to be patient when it comes to any circumstances despite whatever happens. And,i am so glad that i still have the "nilai-nilai murni", "kesopanan dan kesusilaan" despite i was angry. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-1211016578321406875?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1211016578321406875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=1211016578321406875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/1211016578321406875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/1211016578321406875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/07/makcik-cleaner-pakcik-rahman-tamam.html' title='Makcik Cleaner, Pakcik Rahman, Tamam'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-7066389138970938646</id><published>2009-07-01T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T04:01:52.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Room!!</title><content type='html'>New room, with internet connection. woohoo!!!  The first thing that came across my mind. But eventually... There was not any internet connection, I mean. there was. But the strength was low. Or perhaps there was error in the internet connection. Anyway. 8.30 pm. I rushed down to my filty, dusty new room. Ifa had already started cleaning the room. Holding a mop and a pail in my both hands, I started doing my job. CLEANING THE ROOM!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite we already cleaned the room, it was still dusty. The floor especially. We mopped the floor, with soapy water. But yet, the dirt didn't seem to be vanished. The worst thing was that, there was stagnant water in the room. Fail in construction. My own term. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifa and I worked so hard to make sure the water would flow out of our room. And we did!! ^_^ But the corridor was definitely covered with the water from our room. gagaaga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i left the room for an hour. The room was not 100% dried. But yet, i still lodged my stuff in the room. I buckled up everything and arranged them nicely. I love the new arrangement.. :) It took me approximately an hour to finish up everything. Tired, and sleepy. My new bed was so tempting. Mushy pillows.. But, i didn't have the guts to sleep alone in my new room. the corridor had this erie looking since ifa and i were the only homo sapeans there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that, i wanted to try on-lining in my own room. Like i mentioned before. My lap top was connected to the internet, but for certain reasons i just can't connect it with the internet connection. Not that lucky i supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was eagered trying my best to connect to the internet, poof. Light off!! KMS way to minimize the electrical usage. VERY CONVENIENT.. In a sarcastic kind of way if you know what i mean.. I went upstairs, and slept on Pah's bed. To the dream world.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-7066389138970938646?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/7066389138970938646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=7066389138970938646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/7066389138970938646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/7066389138970938646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-room.html' title='New Room!!'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-6780235674349337980</id><published>2009-06-29T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:58:20.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tragic story...</title><content type='html'>How would feel if any random guys or your male friends calling u names, inappropriate one.... Despite he didn't mean it.. Well.. this is my tragic story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost noon. Mathematics class. Hungry, hot and monotonous. i sat at the back row in the class, accompanied by Miyn and Liyana. Sitting in front of me was P**N , the most "genius", "Polite" man ever live in the planet earth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson didn't affect my brain at all.. empty. blank. So, since i didn't have anything to do, something came across my mind... P**N's date on Saturday.. Without hesitation, and saying it in the most friendly way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey u, how was ur day out in JJ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bangsat arr kau dawa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= He replied it in the most irritating and spontaneous way. I got so pissed off, and mocked him instead.. approximately, for 6 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't think that was the right way to reply to my question.. And to make it worst, he was suggesting a "better" name for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Xpe2.. aku tuka.. aku panggil ko banjingan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was dumbstruck. Never ever in my life hearing such word coming from a mouth of a guy. Disrespect. How can he think of such thing. The meaning would still be the same. I lost my respect on him since that moment. No apologies, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, despair and angry. To be shocking, nobody backed me up. Girls or guys. even Miyn herself :( but... never mind then.. She had her own reason for saying what she had in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told arif about it,and guess what.. He said the same exact thing as Miyn. It was pretty disappointing. sigh. sigh. sigh. I took my own time to relax and put my mind at ease. It worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nut shell, i think we need to speak up for your right. Although there is a high chance that people would not back you up, it's all right. As long as you do what you think is right. Everything will be okeyh. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-6780235674349337980?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6780235674349337980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=6780235674349337980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6780235674349337980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6780235674349337980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/06/tragic-story.html' title='tragic story...'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-8523149402604632571</id><published>2009-05-29T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:05:48.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the come back :p</title><content type='html'>it has been such a long time since i wrote my last post.. a few months if i'm not mistaken... didn't have the time, seriously... (konon2nye)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HOME SWEET HOME!!!! yeah.. it feels so homey... i can have my rest, my SLEEP.. but yet.. all the redundant works.. let me list them down for u:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The World Literature Outline ( My first draft was not that satisfying)&lt;br /&gt;2. Physics report .. this one is the most tragic case&lt;br /&gt;3. EE essay... &lt;br /&gt;4. T.O.K essay.. fyi, T.O.K stands for theory of knowledge... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are lots and lots of things need to be done... sigh.sigh.sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's always a bright sight.. I am the luckiest and happiest person on earth.. I WENT TO A FUNFAIR FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE!! pretty pathetic right??? frankly, i have never ever been to a fun fair before.. tq so much arif for the tour.. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i supposed.. that's about it.. i stink .. bathing time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-8523149402604632571?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8523149402604632571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=8523149402604632571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/8523149402604632571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/8523149402604632571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-back-p.html' title='the come back :p'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-3213096222015465037</id><published>2009-03-15T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:26:33.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jay +temulawak</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jqCkAWQ7LNo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jqCkAWQ7LNo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-3213096222015465037?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/3213096222015465037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=3213096222015465037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3213096222015465037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3213096222015465037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/03/jay-temulawak.html' title='jay +temulawak'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-5780668442571155359</id><published>2009-03-09T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:53:22.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn over a new leaf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbXWF-fVWqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KHdVxVckf20/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbXWF-fVWqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KHdVxVckf20/s320/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311386733715479202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We meet again .. Assalamualaikum :) I have this feelings of changing into a better person. I personally have no idea whether i have the capability to do so. All the tests and obstacles ahead that await for me along the way. My friends perspectives and my family as well. But i know, my sister would support me in everything i do, especially Aan. She would love seeing her big sister changing into a better person. I bet Arif would have the same thoughts as well. Hopefully. I hope to be a good wife for him when the moment comes. Insya-Allah. Lord, give me strength to go on with my good intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-5780668442571155359?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/5780668442571155359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=5780668442571155359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5780668442571155359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5780668442571155359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/03/turn-over-new-leaf.html' title='Turn over a new leaf.'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbXWF-fVWqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KHdVxVckf20/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-789209177019932637</id><published>2009-03-07T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T05:30:09.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timah's BIRTHDAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJ2iavgUAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EaOnNeIc_tw/s1600-h/IMAGE_00784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310437244289437698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJ2iavgUAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EaOnNeIc_tw/s320/IMAGE_00784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The snake fighter! yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJ14Lm0YbI/AAAAAAAAAYY/MOB1a6vYu1E/s1600-h/IMAGE_00783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310436518671966642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJ14Lm0YbI/AAAAAAAAAYY/MOB1a6vYu1E/s320/IMAGE_00783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Timah, the birthday girl!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On 7 March 1990, a baby girl was born into the world... (cliche introduction).. And the baby girl has grown (not actually.. ) and bloomed to become a Princess.. Ya rite.. Sorry for the wrong facts, except the date that i have stated. Timah, well known as "obor-obor" was thrilled when I arrived in her "world class apartment" 2 days ago. A huge box, pretty much, being wrapped nicely just for her. Waiting for her to unwrap the mysterious creature inside.. Grrr.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So last night was the finale. it was 12.05 midnight. I was the first person to wish her! yippie. Despite the happiness i felt for being the first person to wish her, i got so irritated with the attitudes of her housemates. They just couldng't care less about her and her feelings. Arif said i was being too emotional about it. I mean, they have been Timah's housemates for almost a year, but yet when it comes to say "Happy Birthday Timah", they just failed to do so. What a sad case. When Hidayaton and one more girl ( i forgot her name, sorry) dashed into the house , singing "Hepi Burfday" song to Timah, bringing a long an average size bucket of ice cream (which i assumed it as a cake in the first place), then they started to say " Ouh.. Bedayt Timah erk? Patutlah.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ANNOYING!!! Hypocrites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was being pretty silent on that night as i saw them eating the ice creams like savages. (seriously, xmalu). Timah, if you are reading this, i am truly sori. Timah finally unwrapped the present that i bought for her. A GREEN SNAKE! ^_~ she was so excited to see it for the first time and she muffled the snake around her neck zealously. Timah, timah. Here are the pictures of timah with the snake. I snapped em a few hours ago as the real celebration was indeed a huge secret :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-789209177019932637?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/789209177019932637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=789209177019932637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/789209177019932637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/789209177019932637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/03/timahs-birthday.html' title='Timah&apos;s BIRTHDAY!!'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJ2iavgUAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EaOnNeIc_tw/s72-c/IMAGE_00784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-5975251206880475942</id><published>2009-03-07T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T05:03:42.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing the past..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJvuYP9WxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7NBDkGhEwQo/s1600-h/IMAGE_00403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310429753197288210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJvuYP9WxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7NBDkGhEwQo/s320/IMAGE_00403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I just simply hate the cat. But love them BOTH :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJvYiqlpgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/5WMLqTHZ3K0/s1600-h/IMAGE_00398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310429378036213250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJvYiqlpgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/5WMLqTHZ3K0/s320/IMAGE_00398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Last year, spending our leisure time in Gemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJvIPmUK_I/AAAAAAAAAYA/mkIKC0aL4L0/s1600-h/DSC04837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310429098040110066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJvIPmUK_I/AAAAAAAAAYA/mkIKC0aL4L0/s320/DSC04837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Three Retards :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJueMtM8hI/AAAAAAAAAX4/0xR_jDNQ-BE/s1600-h/DSC04828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310428375709184530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJueMtM8hI/AAAAAAAAAX4/0xR_jDNQ-BE/s320/DSC04828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The slay stare of the evil! muahaahaha (supervillain laugh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJt_EHIJqI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rjeZGZKPXQg/s1600-h/DSC04819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310427840826058402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJt_EHIJqI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rjeZGZKPXQg/s320/DSC04819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; From left : Ain , Aan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJtcLxiXUI/AAAAAAAAAXo/FXeMBUhnaXk/s1600-h/DSC04812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310427241587563842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJtcLxiXUI/AAAAAAAAAXo/FXeMBUhnaXk/s320/DSC04812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Carbonara~ Nyummy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJsx11lVtI/AAAAAAAAAXg/xwzrA8LCVBU/s1600-h/DSC04808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310426514144450258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJsx11lVtI/AAAAAAAAAXg/xwzrA8LCVBU/s320/DSC04808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Bottles of tomato sauces.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I MISS MY SISTERS!! despite they could be perplexing, irritating etc.. they would be there for me no matter what. For instance, they would allow me to sleep on their beds although they were being reluctant to do so. But they still love me. I can see a glint of happiness and love in their eyes.. (bogus statement).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Plus, they would listen to my problems. Huge problems. Relationship problems. They are just superb. They would give good sugesstions most of the time, especially Aan. I'll introduce her later on. Ain, the hard-core in the family would say everything in the most simple way but has a deep meaning in eat. I call it SARCASM. She has her own point of view and it makes sense sometimes. When it comes to maturity, they are extremely on top. Those who know me best would understand such statement. I am more like their little sister to them which i would 100% agree on it. Nevertheless, I do survey and investigate who their friends are. Frankly, i hate some of my sisters's friends. They have no manner when mingling with the "elders". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, i am not that childish. I still act like their big sister, listening to their crush, personal problems, and their DRIVER! i would emphasize on that. Since my parents gave me the green light, I started to be driving around to anywhere they wish to go. Well it depends. Tesco, Jusco, Ipoh Parade are some of the places that i usually go with my sisters. I would admit, i am so not a good driver. Learning to be a good one someday. If it's not too late. :) i learn from the best drivers ever! My mom and Arif. They are good ones. (i am not buttering up, at all) :p Here are some pictures of the happy moments with my sisters. Note that I was in blind state at the moment. Spectacles did not exist on that era. hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-5975251206880475942?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/5975251206880475942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=5975251206880475942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5975251206880475942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5975251206880475942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/03/reminiscing-past.html' title='Reminiscing the past..'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SbJvuYP9WxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7NBDkGhEwQo/s72-c/IMAGE_00403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-5334770790864002633</id><published>2009-03-06T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:14:12.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of The RIngs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight, I'm not gonna babble about how terrific LOTR is since i have never liked it in the first place. Here's the thing about LOTR. Maybe most of you guys do not realise this fact about LOTR. The story line is actually potray the final war that has been stated in Quran. The final war before the destruction of the earth or famously known as the end of day. I am not joking around. Seriously. I watched these documentary entitled "The Arrivals" which has 50 episodes all together. I learnt so much things and facts and truths about what's going on with the world. All right, about LOTR. In the movie, there's this one eyed creature or fire i supposed which if you guys see properly resembles the Dajjal or the anti-christ. Spooky? More facts about LOTR. The old dude with long white hair? Recognise him? He was assumed as "Imam Mahdi" who will fight the dajjal. Do you see how the western is very good at manipulating things? We sometimes do not realise till it is already too late. I had goosebumps when I discovered these facts 2 days ago. They ( the westerners) attack us in the finest way via entertainment which towards the end would damage our souls and minds. They knew about the existence of Allah, the ALL MIGHTY and MOST MERCIFUL, but yet they are being arrogant and ungrateful by fighting HIM. They knew about the end of day whereby Imam Mahdi will finally arrive and fight to his will to defeat the Dajjal. They knew this all along, but yet... They just do not want to admit it. They think that they are more powerful than Allah. We as moslems should wake up and start to do something about it. Frankly, i have a lot of flaws that need to be improvised. A whole lot more. Watch the "The Arrivals" and you would know what i am talking about. Seek in the youtube if the series are not being removed. Learn something from the 50 episodes series because i learnt the most valuable lessons throught em. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-5334770790864002633?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/5334770790864002633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=5334770790864002633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5334770790864002633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5334770790864002633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/03/lord-of-rings.html' title='Lord of The RIngs..'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-8849960197672674834</id><published>2009-03-04T17:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:40:10.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Attachment~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sa8tQcUiTHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/o4L8hvwgpuo/s1600-h/IMAGE_00732.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sa8tQcUiTHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/o4L8hvwgpuo/s320/IMAGE_00732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309512246196587634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sa8s8iRtpxI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/h3DbBaB_0Yc/s1600-h/IMAGE_00734.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sa8s8iRtpxI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/h3DbBaB_0Yc/s320/IMAGE_00734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309511904197977874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In an extremely hot bus.. seriously.. we are good imposers.. that's why the unsatisfactory didn't show in the pic :)&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/6237259775806709742-8849960197672674834?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8849960197672674834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=8849960197672674834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/8849960197672674834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/8849960197672674834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/03/hospital-attachment.html' title='Hospital Attachment~'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sa8tQcUiTHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/o4L8hvwgpuo/s72-c/IMAGE_00732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-4410523911320833698</id><published>2009-03-04T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:15:20.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genetics.. so not my forte..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sa8qy1E8rEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/CnKnPt42q6Y/s1600-h/IMAGE_00767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309509538422762562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sa8qy1E8rEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/CnKnPt42q6Y/s320/IMAGE_00767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Genetics is a no no to me. 48% for my biology test on genetics. Pretty pathetic as it is. I think i really need to figure out a solution for my problem. no more low marks for the re-test. Hopefully. I'm just hopeless when it come to memorizing and applying all the knowledge i learned whenever seating for biology test. Perhaps, i have this "Genetic Disorder" when it comes to bio.. Ouh Gosh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-4410523911320833698?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4410523911320833698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=4410523911320833698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4410523911320833698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4410523911320833698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/03/genetics-so-not-my-forte.html' title='Genetics.. so not my forte..'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sa8qy1E8rEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/CnKnPt42q6Y/s72-c/IMAGE_00767.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-6254060413799338737</id><published>2009-03-04T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:27:01.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day Out~'/><title type='text'>A day Out~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sa8pSxxnJsI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6avibxdIwLw/s1600-h/IMAGE_00750.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sa8pSxxnJsI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6avibxdIwLw/s320/IMAGE_00750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309507888268912322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah! i seriously looked like a retarded non-Oscar winner who tried to console herself despite the loss..  does it make any sense? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sa8o4GJoTHI/AAAAAAAAAWw/UB7V8qB5j7c/s1600-h/IMAGE_00749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sa8o4GJoTHI/AAAAAAAAAWw/UB7V8qB5j7c/s320/IMAGE_00749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309507429881891954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Show TIME! regardless what pose we tried to do, we just pulled it off every single time.. (grinned)&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sa8omhV5UUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/V4IXzrzgRqo/s1600-h/IMAGE_00748.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sa8omhV5UUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/V4IXzrzgRqo/s320/IMAGE_00748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309507127943450946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The unstoppable girls.. more like wonder girls?? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-6254060413799338737?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6254060413799338737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=6254060413799338737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6254060413799338737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6254060413799338737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-out.html' title='A day Out~'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sa8pSxxnJsI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6avibxdIwLw/s72-c/IMAGE_00750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-4616854936070482364</id><published>2009-03-01T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:17:06.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roti telur.... (bread egg)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so we meet again.. this time, i'll make it short but yet packed with info.. haha.. since when.. so, let the saga begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Saturday morning. The sky was blue, birds were chirping and everything seemed to be so perfect..... since I was in my dream world.. (gotcha!). I woke up late on that day!! After i performed my subuh prayer, i just couldn't open my eyes.. As i woke up, it was already 8.15! in the morning.. Me and my usrah members had already promised to go to "Seremban Bistro" on that morning. Janji melayu.. Ouchie. I rushed to the toilet and freshened up my self. (urmm.. brushing teeth and facial washing. Bathing was not included). hek3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look as fresh as usual. seriously. They didn't even know i didn't take my bath on that morning! Greatest achievement.. Kudos dawa.. My journey then began. Walking to that bistro was fun, not that tiring. A 10 minutes walking and wallah, there we were. "THE MAMAK SEREMBAN BISTRO". Craving for roti telur, i zealously ordered "Urmm.. nk roti telur satu!" as that "ane" approached us to take orders. He was smiling seductively to my kakak naqibah! which i assume he wanted to be customer friendly, i supposed. My kakak naqibah,kak Zai was so kind hearted on that morning ( not as if she is not being good everyday..), she treated us 5 keping roti canai susu! that was my first time eating such menu. Finger lickin good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sori. i got carried away. hee.. Here comes the best part. So, one by one roti canai was served to us. I ate with appetite. As i was enjoying my breakfast, i saw something that i might say so out of the world. Beneath my roti canai was an omlet. i thought they gave it for free since we ordered pretty much roti canai on that day. Then i asked that "ane".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ane, roti telur sy dh siap ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne :Itu roti canai, bawah ada telur, itu roti telur lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Speechless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked. Never in my life , ever i have ever experienced such situation! Like.. it was just a simple order. and of course they should have known it. Like hello! "mamak stall" is known for its forte to make roti telur, roti canai, chappati and all sorts of roti u could think of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But towards the end, i find it rather hillarious than frustrating. I told my frens about it, and as i have expected, they took it as a hillarious joke ever. LOL. Sharing is caring. Arif loved my experience as well. :) I just love to make him happy....... pretty mish him lately. huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. enjoy reading my story. To my followers, thank you so much for sticking with my blog. I could hardly know u guys, but yet i totally appreciate all ur supports!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!! signing out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace ...&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/6237259775806709742-4616854936070482364?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4616854936070482364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=4616854936070482364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4616854936070482364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4616854936070482364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/03/roti-telur-bread-egg.html' title='roti telur.... (bread egg)'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-5729254894842212163</id><published>2009-02-23T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:02:16.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>p ramlee nite episode 2~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SaM48rcRaEI/AAAAAAAAAWY/A-JZYvGU9eg/s1600-h/DSCN0263.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SaM48rcRaEI/AAAAAAAAAWY/A-JZYvGU9eg/s320/DSCN0263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306147401077188674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"ouh... KASSIM SELAMAT..."&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SaM4rwGfbjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lpSXSlDzPsI/s1600-h/DSCN0259.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SaM4rwGfbjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lpSXSlDzPsI/s320/DSCN0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306147110270234162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kanak-kanak gedik :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SaM4fKdx4TI/AAAAAAAAAWI/b6nH6bL6QoI/s1600-h/DSCN0255.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SaM4fKdx4TI/AAAAAAAAAWI/b6nH6bL6QoI/s320/DSCN0255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306146894008934706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the chosen one........&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SaM353IP_yI/AAAAAAAAAWA/7gQVAovB-14/s1600-h/DSCN0252.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SaM353IP_yI/AAAAAAAAAWA/7gQVAovB-14/s320/DSCN0252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306146253163200290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we r the "dudes"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i have the time to upload all the p ramlee nite's pictures... huh.. i have been pretty busy with all the lab reports that needed to be done on time.  Reminiscing p ramlee..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-5729254894842212163?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/5729254894842212163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=5729254894842212163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5729254894842212163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5729254894842212163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/02/p-ramlee-nite-episode-2.html' title='p ramlee nite episode 2~'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SaM48rcRaEI/AAAAAAAAAWY/A-JZYvGU9eg/s72-c/DSCN0263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-4745072385622489393</id><published>2009-02-22T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:17:56.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>p ramlee nite~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SaF1sUyJ8hI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CuhNnFD5in8/s1600-h/DSCN0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305651240372924946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SaF1sUyJ8hI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CuhNnFD5in8/s320/DSCN0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The nite after our "HIGH CLASS" performance.. :p haha.. real funny... we did not shine out on that night. i couldn't care less about the performance. what made me so furious and depressed was syazmin, MR. SO GOODY GOOD LIKE AS IF OTHER PEOPLE ARE SO BAD! HUH...&lt;br /&gt;he pretty much hated me singing as solo on that tragic night. well hello! i wa strying to save the performance. what do u expect me to do? standing still like a dead stick and be happy with it? common...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... enuff of syazmin... btw, ali looked so gorgeous on that night. mine and miyn's point of views. His hair was messy but yet he managed to potray this bad boy look.. daring i would say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me dressing up as a "guy"? i would say i did not look that bad. I feel sexy... (gelak guling-guling)... there's nothing wrong to feel such way right? black always makes feel sexy. more appealing.. nut case dawa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit to syazwan for letting me to wear his black shirt. thx to afi as well for helping me :)) there are a lot more photos for me to upload. perhaps i'll do it 2moro morning. if possible. the wifi in KMS is kinda slow and pretty lousy some times.. (no offense our beloved director.. i knoe u worked ur butts off for the "WORLD"class facilities..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh biology,... got to run.. i'll continuee writing later on.. smooches~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitey nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : a million thanks to miyn for her broadband... muwahhhx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-4745072385622489393?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4745072385622489393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=4745072385622489393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4745072385622489393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4745072385622489393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/02/p-ramlee-nite.html' title='p ramlee nite~'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SaF1sUyJ8hI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CuhNnFD5in8/s72-c/DSCN0255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-5702318853039297155</id><published>2009-01-28T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:41:55.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>british accent~</title><content type='html'>The British Accent...... Funny as it is, i just did it!!!  Well, i was given a task to read the news in any accent ( Indian + Spanish + other weird accents are SO-NOT- ACCEPTED).. So i chose the British accent after practicing and practicing and practicing............ yada yada yada....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paan fought back by selected me as the first "new's reader" as i provoked him in the first place.. :p my bad.. Revenge is sweet isn't it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the courage i had in me.. i read the news as I was comfortable with.. or in other words.. "Bullet Train Pronoun cation" . I was too FAST!! that was being commented on my news reading.. Yeah.. that was true.. "Death of John Updike"... That was my news.. I wouldn't know about his existence and death if Naurah didn't help it to flip through the BBC news.. An American author died at the age of 70... Tragic case. His death reminded me that we as humans will die someday and when that day turns up.. We are supposed to be ready to face the reality..  Frankly, i am not ready yet.. Death... it gives me goosebumps everytime the word comes across my mind... All rite, out of topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my British accent.. How can i put it into words?? Confusion? Inarticulate? Pretty much.. But towards the end, i am satisfied with my British Accent a.k.a ( Mat Salleh Celoop).. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-5702318853039297155?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/5702318853039297155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=5702318853039297155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5702318853039297155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5702318853039297155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/01/british-accent.html' title='british accent~'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-3853996485580166807</id><published>2009-01-24T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:19:16.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Negara~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv2IjhFejI/AAAAAAAAAVk/m2n-w7WM56Y/s1600-h/IMAGE_00664.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv2IjhFejI/AAAAAAAAAVk/m2n-w7WM56Y/s320/IMAGE_00664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295096413737548338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kanak-kanak kepenatan... Snap2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv19rIWKeI/AAAAAAAAAVc/mBj9_6vhkTk/s1600-h/IMAGE_00661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv19rIWKeI/AAAAAAAAAVc/mBj9_6vhkTk/s320/IMAGE_00661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295096226802706914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hot German guy... :)&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv1uWnp2EI/AAAAAAAAAVU/csW2JGaDp38/s1600-h/IMAGE_00657.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv1uWnp2EI/AAAAAAAAAVU/csW2JGaDp38/s320/IMAGE_00657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295095963598837826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goosebumps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv1Vpk3ZFI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Lafmcif8aes/s1600-h/IMAGE_00654.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv1Vpk3ZFI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Lafmcif8aes/s320/IMAGE_00654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295095539190686802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chopping them into pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv1E32JGFI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2pTHJQdj47Y/s1600-h/IMAGE_00655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv1E32JGFI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2pTHJQdj47Y/s320/IMAGE_00655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295095250963470418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i call it.. "The Tragic Death of Chickens"..... For the crocodiles feast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv05d9b_zI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Woi2vkg77Wc/s1600-h/IMAGE_00635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv05d9b_zI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Woi2vkg77Wc/s320/IMAGE_00635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295095055036186418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The IB-ans???&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv0pENXt9I/AAAAAAAAAU0/J808XA_4kMM/s1600-h/IMAGE_00634.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv0pENXt9I/AAAAAAAAAU0/J808XA_4kMM/s320/IMAGE_00634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295094773245786066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Najaa and aien... For further contact number, do contact..... hehe&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv0cbXO5JI/AAAAAAAAAUs/7sv-N2NHjvc/s1600-h/IMAGE_00636.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv0cbXO5JI/AAAAAAAAAUs/7sv-N2NHjvc/s320/IMAGE_00636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295094556122866834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;safwan... "Sang Pencinta Maria"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv0KUj70HI/AAAAAAAAAUk/7hAmFJguGjQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_00632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv0KUj70HI/AAAAAAAAAUk/7hAmFJguGjQ/s320/IMAGE_00632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295094245059448946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"maria" + part of safwan's hand..&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvz8v3tIeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/zxgC7WYt7W8/s1600-h/IMAGE_00631.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvz8v3tIeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/zxgC7WYt7W8/s320/IMAGE_00631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295094011871961570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They called this tortoise "maria".. Paan and safwan.. what a name~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvzyaHkQ0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/RvmlJsTqgPo/s1600-h/IMAGE_00630.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvzyaHkQ0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/RvmlJsTqgPo/s320/IMAGE_00630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295093834234217282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Najaa and me + giant tortoise.. Famous betol..&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvzkSkGMBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/i-C0ETz3W8k/s1600-h/IMAGE_00629.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvzkSkGMBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/i-C0ETz3W8k/s320/IMAGE_00629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295093591688228882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aien with the giant Tortoise..&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvzWpa4fyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/K7gFvAsKQsQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_00628.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvzWpa4fyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/K7gFvAsKQsQ/s320/IMAGE_00628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295093357305429794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giant tortoise!! Huge + enormous..&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvyw98ciZI/AAAAAAAAAT8/kYQEcthKoqE/s1600-h/IMAGE_00625.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvyw98ciZI/AAAAAAAAAT8/kYQEcthKoqE/s320/IMAGE_00625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295092709979883922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another crocodiles hunters!!&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvyj0G0UvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/IGhUXaSF7r8/s1600-h/IMAGE_00622.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvyj0G0UvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/IGhUXaSF7r8/s320/IMAGE_00622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295092484000731890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can u spot the crocodile???&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvyZHwL9AI/AAAAAAAAATs/IXWwj0x_1c8/s1600-h/IMAGE_00626.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvyZHwL9AI/AAAAAAAAATs/IXWwj0x_1c8/s320/IMAGE_00626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295092300295959554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm the crocodile hunter!! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvyLwKyWlI/AAAAAAAAATk/Zd4Q_GpFaZY/s1600-h/IMAGE_00624.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvyLwKyWlI/AAAAAAAAATk/Zd4Q_GpFaZY/s320/IMAGE_00624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295092070626777682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crocodiles!! hee~ one word.. Awesome..&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvxrUpWd5I/AAAAAAAAATc/yOhkvenVIqE/s1600-h/IMAGE_00619.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvxrUpWd5I/AAAAAAAAATc/yOhkvenVIqE/s320/IMAGE_00619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295091513482966930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left : Safwan, a lil bit of Wajidi, Paan, amd heir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvxRNEAVvI/AAAAAAAAATU/CQpG88g0iPk/s1600-h/IMAGE_00617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvxRNEAVvI/AAAAAAAAATU/CQpG88g0iPk/s320/IMAGE_00617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295091064770680562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boots~ Filthy = i did my work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvxA-WtVHI/AAAAAAAAATM/2L-jPCPkdFM/s1600-h/IMAGE_00615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvxA-WtVHI/AAAAAAAAATM/2L-jPCPkdFM/s320/IMAGE_00615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295090785944687730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;better quality of giraffes.. 4 of them... Love them all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvwuEmYcmI/AAAAAAAAATE/f0-44CjaCQ0/s1600-h/IMAGE_00614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvwuEmYcmI/AAAAAAAAATE/f0-44CjaCQ0/s320/IMAGE_00614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295090461203526242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Real giraffes!!! They are the most beautiful creatures i have ever seen face to face.. or should i say, eyes to eyes??? hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvwStcb-UI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6m34aZLF2rU/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMAGE_00608.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvwStcb-UI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6m34aZLF2rU/s320/Copy+of+IMAGE_00608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295089991131330882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take a look at the worn out gate... "world established zoo".. ya rite.. Now u knoe how terrible Zoo Negara is.. Safwan and Heir.. Being good helpers.. + Gate lifters!&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvv7Vyeu3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/HVK7q_yHLuc/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMAGE_00605.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvv7Vyeu3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/HVK7q_yHLuc/s320/Copy+of+IMAGE_00605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295089589644344178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were forbidden to snap pictures while doing our voluntary work.. Nehh.. i just did it :P They were enjoying the beauty of nature.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvvTCAwHhI/AAAAAAAAASk/zqpaiWkrTRA/s1600-h/IMAGE_00620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXvvTCAwHhI/AAAAAAAAASk/zqpaiWkrTRA/s320/IMAGE_00620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295088897140727314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cengkerang yg sgt besar!!! seriously.. fyi, the dude next to me is hair.. or heir.. or perhaps heer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we meet again... It has been such a long time since i last updated my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on 18th January 2009, i did volunteer work in Zoo Negara. Thx 4 da culinary club press, anuar for letting me joining the wonderful yet tiring experience. Credit to aien and najaa as well.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some footages of me and my some other friends while doing the voluntery work..enjoy!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-3853996485580166807?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/3853996485580166807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=3853996485580166807' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3853996485580166807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3853996485580166807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2009/01/zoo-negara.html' title='Zoo Negara~'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SXv2IjhFejI/AAAAAAAAAVk/m2n-w7WM56Y/s72-c/IMAGE_00664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-6848172749257522087</id><published>2008-12-25T06:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T06:09:05.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rona roni makaroni!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SVOSqKG1mwI/AAAAAAAAASI/2-IbMIHU61A/s1600-h/rona+roni+makaroni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SVOSqKG1mwI/AAAAAAAAASI/2-IbMIHU61A/s320/rona+roni+makaroni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283728040800918274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is indeed a must watch drama! every Thursday , 9.00 pm :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love watching it. well frankly, i just tuned it just now :p but i have started to develop some love to it............. u guys just can't miss it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-6848172749257522087?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6848172749257522087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=6848172749257522087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6848172749257522087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6848172749257522087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/12/rona-roni-makaroni.html' title='rona roni makaroni!!'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SVOSqKG1mwI/AAAAAAAAASI/2-IbMIHU61A/s72-c/rona+roni+makaroni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-6931984175263352191</id><published>2008-12-22T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:19:31.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SU-hrqLqkwI/AAAAAAAAARo/bZeGW8ZbwEQ/s1600-h/DSC04451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SU-hrqLqkwI/AAAAAAAAARo/bZeGW8ZbwEQ/s320/DSC04451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282618659358544642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laughing  is indeed the best remedy :)  happiness.love.friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got them all in 1 package.. :) thankful 4 dat  &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/6237259775806709742-6931984175263352191?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6931984175263352191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=6931984175263352191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6931984175263352191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6931984175263352191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/12/happiness.html' title='happiness :)'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SU-hrqLqkwI/AAAAAAAAARo/bZeGW8ZbwEQ/s72-c/DSC04451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-3957519914722094315</id><published>2008-12-22T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T05:56:34.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day with Jessica.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SU-cHkmLalI/AAAAAAAAARY/6jjIQvvHSu4/s1600-h/DSC04513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SU-cHkmLalI/AAAAAAAAARY/6jjIQvvHSu4/s320/DSC04513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282612541825706578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Total vintage... in memoirs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SU-b1-8OiRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/15ixK3iXfEE/s1600-h/DSC04512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SU-b1-8OiRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/15ixK3iXfEE/s320/DSC04512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282612239659862290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i owed this key board for the song we sang :)&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SU-bpuoYosI/AAAAAAAAARI/7KUsC5WOn8I/s1600-h/DSC04509.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SU-bpuoYosI/AAAAAAAAARI/7KUsC5WOn8I/s320/DSC04509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282612029123240642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jess and her oxford dictionary.. ya rite jess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SU-biiJO6YI/AAAAAAAAARA/YC2VIGy8GxM/s1600-h/DSC04508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SU-biiJO6YI/AAAAAAAAARA/YC2VIGy8GxM/s320/DSC04508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282611905512270210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessica focussing on???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SU-bbTixCLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fsBqPfwryVQ/s1600-h/DSC04511.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SU-bbTixCLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fsBqPfwryVQ/s320/DSC04511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282611781333747890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey there! i had the most wonderful time today... pretty much.. it has been such a long time since i last spent my time with my BFF, Jessica.. I was late, an hour late. I promised to see her at 10 am, but eventually.... my bad.. i woke up at 9.48 am... hahah... it was so chaotic. The worst part was, i couldn't find my house key... goodness... thank god my sister found the precious key.. i was finally out!! yeah! credit to mummy 4 helping me as well.. thx mummy :) the best part was, i drove all the way!!~ kudos to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures of me and jess.. It was fun.. chit chatting with her.. laughing for stupid jokes. And of course... The GIRLY talk.. it's a MUST for every BFF.. gurls, u knoe wut i'm saying. my point is just treasure your frens while they are around. i knoe i'm gonna miss my frens badly when i am all bz with my own life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-3957519914722094315?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/3957519914722094315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=3957519914722094315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3957519914722094315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3957519914722094315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-with-jessica.html' title='a day with Jessica.. :)'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SU-cHkmLalI/AAAAAAAAARY/6jjIQvvHSu4/s72-c/DSC04513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-4250400394290531231</id><published>2008-12-18T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:11:11.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulau in Memoirs~ ( Last episode)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsQmVKcpOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/BRaa4VD9QJc/s1600-h/DSC04173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsQmVKcpOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/BRaa4VD9QJc/s320/DSC04173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281333238724076770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beautiful... one of a kind...&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsQc2YwchI/AAAAAAAAAQo/cz4Wm1vUrlQ/s1600-h/DSC04172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsQc2YwchI/AAAAAAAAAQo/cz4Wm1vUrlQ/s320/DSC04172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281333075843772946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us heading the tour.. snap2...&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsQTX_Zv7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/f8Y1iDM0rKw/s1600-h/DSC04170.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsQTX_Zv7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/f8Y1iDM0rKw/s320/DSC04170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281332913065541554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Facis....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsQMM9oisI/AAAAAAAAAQY/pgQPL_NpzUI/s1600-h/DSC04168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsQMM9oisI/AAAAAAAAAQY/pgQPL_NpzUI/s320/DSC04168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281332789846248130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah... posing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsQCgnCJ8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3SL1hujZgMw/s1600-h/DSC04167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsQCgnCJ8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3SL1hujZgMw/s320/DSC04167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281332623321475010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the forbidden grapes........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsP6xjVmqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/AOhmFq6Pyv8/s1600-h/DSC04166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsP6xjVmqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/AOhmFq6Pyv8/s320/DSC04166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281332490430421666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;penggigit tegar = KN&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsPspYkUkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4NFVLddwTok/s1600-h/DSC04165.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsPspYkUkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4NFVLddwTok/s320/DSC04165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281332247719596610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gulau has its own grape vineyard... Liyana + anne were enjoying them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsPd2xafaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LoEgQic-2Ho/s1600-h/DSC04164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsPd2xafaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LoEgQic-2Ho/s320/DSC04164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281331993615433122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 jejaka Heroes + 1 jejaka Batu + 1 gadis&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsPS9ck38I/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZIPMhQqk9ZI/s1600-h/DSC04163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsPS9ck38I/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZIPMhQqk9ZI/s320/DSC04163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281331806428520386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;weird pose of KN... isyam?? hmmmm... pelik2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsPA8yLF8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Lh8u078uV5I/s1600-h/DSC04162.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsPA8yLF8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Lh8u078uV5I/s320/DSC04162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281331497013024706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Small Kincir angin.. teringat meteor garden.. eheh&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsO0WyVBiI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wKaW8Cniir8/s1600-h/DSC04160.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsO0WyVBiI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wKaW8Cniir8/s320/DSC04160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281331280654698018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RAWRRRRR!!!! on our way to the grape vine yard&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsOsIwOPtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bEniXhtGEIA/s1600-h/DSC04159.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsOsIwOPtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bEniXhtGEIA/s320/DSC04159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281331139448815314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The man-made lake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsOkhQPOfI/AAAAAAAAAPI/kVeXV2YGn5s/s1600-h/DSC04158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsOkhQPOfI/AAAAAAAAAPI/kVeXV2YGn5s/s320/DSC04158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281331008586594802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delite.... HArgailah Soya... hehe&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsOeVBy3QI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dSX6wt8EYy8/s1600-h/DSC04156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsOeVBy3QI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dSX6wt8EYy8/s320/DSC04156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281330902225575170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last snap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsOVDthhJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/NmXA3aDWf18/s1600-h/DSC04144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsOVDthhJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/NmXA3aDWf18/s320/DSC04144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281330742958326930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muaz :)&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsOJyec3AI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MQcCPKmIylk/s1600-h/DSC04140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsOJyec3AI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MQcCPKmIylk/s320/DSC04140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281330549353143298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shaheera, the smarty pants...&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsN_jScrPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/AuL94bZEtDg/s1600-h/DSC04139.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsN_jScrPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/AuL94bZEtDg/s320/DSC04139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281330373477575922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Coffee Shop" booth..&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsN3XfZOlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IvAIZkTN_l8/s1600-h/DSC04136.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsN3XfZOlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IvAIZkTN_l8/s320/DSC04136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281330232871696978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another scandalous pic.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsNqPacw4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/CGC-SLpIeEs/s1600-h/DSC04126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsNqPacw4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/CGC-SLpIeEs/s320/DSC04126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281330007365174146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best group of all.... "aaaaaaa, squish....Dolphin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsNjFm5y6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lq0X9V8Nm7o/s1600-h/DSC04122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsNjFm5y6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lq0X9V8Nm7o/s320/DSC04122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281329884473969570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My shadow.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsNbmOiQ3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/zqJ1Eyz10qE/s1600-h/DSC04118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsNbmOiQ3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/zqJ1Eyz10qE/s320/DSC04118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281329755791180658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My STARFISH&gt;&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/6237259775806709742-4250400394290531231?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4250400394290531231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=4250400394290531231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4250400394290531231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4250400394290531231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/12/gulau-in-memoirs-last-episode.html' title='Gulau in Memoirs~ ( Last episode)'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsQmVKcpOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/BRaa4VD9QJc/s72-c/DSC04173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-7581884513510698603</id><published>2008-12-18T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:47:38.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulau in Memoirs (Ep 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsLGWtzwvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/i_DbM-SukBU/s1600-h/DSC04106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsLGWtzwvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/i_DbM-SukBU/s320/DSC04106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281327191826875122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coincidence? Both of them are Muaz.. And BOTH of them wore da same KRS t-shirts... fuuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsK5IrpgDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/g6PvaEFYvho/s1600-h/DSC04104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsK5IrpgDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/g6PvaEFYvho/s320/DSC04104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281326964721418290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Water balloons!!&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsKShEVOOI/AAAAAAAAANw/OmMf6WZVI_I/s1600-h/DSC04102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsKShEVOOI/AAAAAAAAANw/OmMf6WZVI_I/s320/DSC04102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281326301252499682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Farah ash-ash .... Pondering...&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsKEMlX6hI/AAAAAAAAANo/-05e-qwWbL8/s1600-h/DSC04101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsKEMlX6hI/AAAAAAAAANo/-05e-qwWbL8/s320/DSC04101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281326055235774994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"OMG!!!" isyam's reaction..THe two other "RED DEVILS" just simply looked at him..&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsJwKBG9qI/AAAAAAAAANg/NuQMnn0AEMI/s1600-h/DSC04100.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsJwKBG9qI/AAAAAAAAANg/NuQMnn0AEMI/s320/DSC04100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281325710949414562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left : Muaz, Afi and syafiq. The happy TRIO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsJoG6t75I/AAAAAAAAANY/EEL9YcLLjbE/s1600-h/DSC04096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsJoG6t75I/AAAAAAAAANY/EEL9YcLLjbE/s320/DSC04096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281325572678348690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and muaz.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsJgFegT2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Z-xAiJCeFhI/s1600-h/DSC04095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsJgFegT2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Z-xAiJCeFhI/s320/DSC04095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281325434852626274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Encik Afi amik gmbr bola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsJH4SinxI/AAAAAAAAANI/AZ9aBezh5Lk/s1600-h/DSC04093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsJH4SinxI/AAAAAAAAANI/AZ9aBezh5Lk/s320/DSC04093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281325018995924754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" said azizie..&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsI9WMGadI/AAAAAAAAANA/E8b0M77yI_Y/s1600-h/DSC04091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsI9WMGadI/AAAAAAAAANA/E8b0M77yI_Y/s320/DSC04091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281324838043412946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hop! come on! Hop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsIyjY-99I/AAAAAAAAAM4/AuPufQpjIuM/s1600-h/DSC04087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsIyjY-99I/AAAAAAAAAM4/AuPufQpjIuM/s320/DSC04087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281324652608550866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gmbr penuh scandal... her3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsIoYSIgdI/AAAAAAAAAMw/C92v3pT0Ezo/s1600-h/DSC04086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsIoYSIgdI/AAAAAAAAAMw/C92v3pT0Ezo/s320/DSC04086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281324477828334034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The answer is?????&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsIeVsZBQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Eirgojkt7c0/s1600-h/DSC04085.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsIeVsZBQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Eirgojkt7c0/s320/DSC04085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281324305334469890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Farah ash-ash giving support 4 my group... thx a bunch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsIR-p2lYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2ZmGrPyOnjA/s1600-h/DSC04082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsIR-p2lYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2ZmGrPyOnjA/s320/DSC04082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281324092991378818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;........ Cari KN klu hebat... haha&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsH7zQ8LNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/s8klqDpmDC8/s1600-h/DSC04081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsH7zQ8LNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/s8klqDpmDC8/s320/DSC04081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281323711976975570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"okeyh, get ready u guys!!!"&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsH0WOKUKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WrGoAn18fdU/s1600-h/DSC04080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsH0WOKUKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WrGoAn18fdU/s320/DSC04080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281323583921606818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready for the game!! yeahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsHrU3TVOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Bk-cwm7G1tA/s1600-h/DSC04079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsHrU3TVOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Bk-cwm7G1tA/s320/DSC04079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281323428938470626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The miracle of ALLAH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsHdK-VOnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/D5b_tURnEpg/s1600-h/DSC04077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsHdK-VOnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/D5b_tURnEpg/s320/DSC04077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281323185765431922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They didn't realize i took their pics stealthy... (hehe evil laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsHRzdyXNI/AAAAAAAAALw/hEDb6_BTKXs/s1600-h/DSC04076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsHRzdyXNI/AAAAAAAAALw/hEDb6_BTKXs/s320/DSC04076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281322990476352722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kina doing hmmm... i have no idea.. Looking at something i supposed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsHJscu-UI/AAAAAAAAALo/lt9DRsGk_aA/s1600-h/DSC04075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsHJscu-UI/AAAAAAAAALo/lt9DRsGk_aA/s320/DSC04075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281322851153934658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready... Get set.... GO!!&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/6237259775806709742-7581884513510698603?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/7581884513510698603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=7581884513510698603' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/7581884513510698603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/7581884513510698603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/12/gulau-in-memoirs-ep-3.html' title='Gulau in Memoirs (Ep 3)'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsLGWtzwvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/i_DbM-SukBU/s72-c/DSC04106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-6331395424672717201</id><published>2008-12-18T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:21:05.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulau in Memoirs ( Ep2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsEwsQXDtI/AAAAAAAAALg/jDRXMLQFIlU/s1600-h/DSC04074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsEwsQXDtI/AAAAAAAAALg/jDRXMLQFIlU/s320/DSC04074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281320222582050514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To guys out there... i really think that we can be good wives!!!&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsEhkjFRyI/AAAAAAAAALY/lEw51h9BpLA/s1600-h/DSC04072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsEhkjFRyI/AAAAAAAAALY/lEw51h9BpLA/s320/DSC04072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281319962815055650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afi's master piece... Us posing 4 "KAnak2 Hbat"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsEVWd4aYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QAItgUzumu8/s1600-h/DSC04061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsEVWd4aYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QAItgUzumu8/s320/DSC04061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281319752876714370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The MUAz-MuaZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsELjxKXEI/AAAAAAAAALI/ev46R-7YTEs/s1600-h/DSC04060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsELjxKXEI/AAAAAAAAALI/ev46R-7YTEs/s320/DSC04060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281319584648551490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Them again.... Isyam xabes2 ngan pose Hero dier.. adex&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsECPDj9bI/AAAAAAAAALA/udvKlbcT8Zk/s1600-h/DSC04059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsECPDj9bI/AAAAAAAAALA/udvKlbcT8Zk/s320/DSC04059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281319424469759410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsD04iBgtI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XjtpMG2JlpM/s1600-h/DSC04054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsD04iBgtI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XjtpMG2JlpM/s320/DSC04054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281319195085210322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pak Lan.. The Wicked Grey Hair Man!!!&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsDnsKphcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xP2QoF_cVZQ/s1600-h/DSC04038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsDnsKphcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xP2QoF_cVZQ/s320/DSC04038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281318968427644354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I call it.... The Beauty of Nature......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsDaJZgggI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IVSmuzgERoA/s1600-h/DSC04037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsDaJZgggI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IVSmuzgERoA/s320/DSC04037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281318735756427778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rlau, giving us instructions for our next activity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsDM5lmLXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fL0TikK57s0/s1600-h/DSC04018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsDM5lmLXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fL0TikK57s0/s320/DSC04018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281318508173864306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;weeeee....... i wanna swim... har3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsC3gduQzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HLn2A2EwWM4/s1600-h/DSC04019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsC3gduQzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HLn2A2EwWM4/s320/DSC04019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281318140652700466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left : Liyana searching for sumethin.. me: being emotional . Kina : RAWWWW!!! Isyam : Shhhhhh&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsCsn19DJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e5SohQFI21Q/s1600-h/DSC04016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsCsn19DJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e5SohQFI21Q/s320/DSC04016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281317953654819986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KN mencari sinar... Irma.. hmm.. Malaysia next top model????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsCfBbkXVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sKGpu3gI_x0/s1600-h/DSC04014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsCfBbkXVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sKGpu3gI_x0/s320/DSC04014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281317720005303634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kina was laughing when i captured dis pic... Isyam : CONTROL mode....&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsCTVnq0SI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CzUoU6KU3V0/s1600-h/DSC04012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsCTVnq0SI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CzUoU6KU3V0/s320/DSC04012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281317519266337058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Discussion??? u may think it dat way.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsCEPkcBYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uSCMwqyIsk0/s1600-h/DSC04000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsCEPkcBYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uSCMwqyIsk0/s320/DSC04000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281317259944134018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I'm a little tea pot, short and stout...." practicing their nursery rhymes... ( our idea)&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsB4WNOCeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/v2VtJgInpdQ/s1600-h/DSC03999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsB4WNOCeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/v2VtJgInpdQ/s320/DSC03999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281317055567366626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Model Calvin Klein yg bru................ KN!!!! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsBm78Ro7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ug3FaokFYUg/s1600-h/DSC04011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsBm78Ro7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ug3FaokFYUg/s320/DSC04011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281316756459201458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Discussion time.. Everybody looked so serious ( They were faking it) :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-6331395424672717201?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6331395424672717201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=6331395424672717201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6331395424672717201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6331395424672717201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/12/gulau-in-memoirs-ep2.html' title='Gulau in Memoirs ( Ep2)'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsEwsQXDtI/AAAAAAAAALg/jDRXMLQFIlU/s72-c/DSC04074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-3412591430706301044</id><published>2008-12-18T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:02:12.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulau in Memoirs ( Ep 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsAWRkwrlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-FW77yVKz_s/s1600-h/DSC03988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsAWRkwrlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-FW77yVKz_s/s320/DSC03988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281315370696748626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my anak2 buah.. from left : Muaz, Azizie and Hafis... STARFISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr_9n_sWpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/po4lbgCb-Cw/s1600-h/DSC03979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr_9n_sWpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/po4lbgCb-Cw/s320/DSC03979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281314947218561682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bald one is Naim.. and sitting next to him is soon to be Mr. HOT-Catch in Gulau.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr_zo2bQAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wQ5MKmYXCsg/s1600-h/DSC03977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr_zo2bQAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wQ5MKmYXCsg/s320/DSC03977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281314775649435650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abang2 facis + Miss Rudy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr_n94eJFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jEpSfj1Vv1g/s1600-h/DSC03976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr_n94eJFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jEpSfj1Vv1g/s320/DSC03976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281314575136728146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Loh giving them instructions&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr_ZguqTyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/iJkY6V_1l0A/s1600-h/DSC03974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr_ZguqTyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/iJkY6V_1l0A/s320/DSC03974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281314326792785698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls of Gulau students. ( taken on our 1st day of camp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr_Nq_09TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZEOaY0Txo-Y/s1600-h/DSC03973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr_Nq_09TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZEOaY0Txo-Y/s320/DSC03973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281314123390711090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAving our breakfast before we started our WORK!!!&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr_DNXLKvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CRfgmLSJs24/s1600-h/DSC03966.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr_DNXLKvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CRfgmLSJs24/s320/DSC03966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281313943636880114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Standing nearby the man-made lake...&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr-7GWg2lI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0YF08Lihgi0/s1600-h/DSC03971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr-7GWg2lI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0YF08Lihgi0/s320/DSC03971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281313804316105298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baju sponsor sime darby.. layan je lah~&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr-qLNXN1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/6uY2nnp_l5Q/s1600-h/DSC03967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr-qLNXN1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/6uY2nnp_l5Q/s320/DSC03967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281313513562126162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isyam with his "HERO" pose. Rlau just being himself and afi. doing peace?? yeah.. peace no war.&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr-d6iIaeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Wis1DOxEyxw/s1600-h/DSC03964.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr-d6iIaeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Wis1DOxEyxw/s320/DSC03964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281313302927403490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;erhem... no worries.. no scandal between them.. :p From left Pak Lan, Miss Loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr-RcMtAdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Q3LY6PSMVlg/s1600-h/DSC03963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr-RcMtAdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Q3LY6PSMVlg/s320/DSC03963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281313088626033106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing............... from left Encik Afi and Encik Isyam Jaafar...&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr-Gomqw1I/AAAAAAAAAII/BXZPhOl-9Cw/s1600-h/DSC03961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr-Gomqw1I/AAAAAAAAAII/BXZPhOl-9Cw/s320/DSC03961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281312902977602386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wan dh jdik half.. hehe... too many people lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr93YYDUPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Qyy1_xcD_cY/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC04062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr93YYDUPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Qyy1_xcD_cY/s320/Copy+of+DSC04062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281312640923291890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ATTENTION! these are not my properties... these properties belong to......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;isyam jaafar!!!&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr9sXX23sI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lRNHIfNgyFU/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC03955.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr9sXX23sI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lRNHIfNgyFU/s320/Copy+of+DSC03955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281312451675479746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liyana mustafa... and yati, my ex-bos.. heh. together we conquer!&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr9h3YhkEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aU1jaBPapYg/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC03954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr9h3YhkEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aU1jaBPapYg/s320/Copy+of+DSC03954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281312271289651266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my two cliques.. from left, irma and wan.... STAR FISH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr9YZq8CyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fLdCrNt7PUY/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC03952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr9YZq8CyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fLdCrNt7PUY/s320/Copy+of+DSC03952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281312108694997794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;liyana aziz, the most out spoken person i have ever met... seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr9OdQVIOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_G-5EfDsIO0/s1600-h/DSC03962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUr9OdQVIOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_G-5EfDsIO0/s320/DSC03962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281311937858445538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as soon as we arrived in Gulau!! snap2!! hee~&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/6237259775806709742-3412591430706301044?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/3412591430706301044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=3412591430706301044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3412591430706301044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3412591430706301044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/12/gulau-in-memoirs-ep-1.html' title='Gulau in Memoirs ( Ep 1)'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SUsAWRkwrlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-FW77yVKz_s/s72-c/DSC03988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-4452318793277693295</id><published>2008-12-07T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:50:37.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>I would like to wish u guys, selamat hari rya aidil adha.. maaf zahir dan batin.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sory byk2 kay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may all of you have a prosperous and blissful hari raya.. ingtlah org yg tersayang..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-4452318793277693295?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4452318793277693295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=4452318793277693295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4452318793277693295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4452318793277693295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/12/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-1122930246544278216</id><published>2008-12-07T04:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T04:29:19.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun In JJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/STvBhm9FxFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lwTRABOJoqY/s1600-h/DSC03756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/STvBhm9FxFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lwTRABOJoqY/s320/DSC03756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277024171531289682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"no camrea please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/STvBWkC86VI/AAAAAAAAAHI/uouVRKXDbKw/s1600-h/DSC03751.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/STvBWkC86VI/AAAAAAAAAHI/uouVRKXDbKw/s320/DSC03751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277023981772007762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;erk... makan??? hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/STvBMLYxC1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ygGyqbgMBwU/s1600-h/DSC03760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/STvBMLYxC1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ygGyqbgMBwU/s320/DSC03760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277023803353926482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One "BIG" happy family???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/STvA7sRWO9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/OrR0CUXaWho/s1600-h/DSC03759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/STvA7sRWO9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/OrR0CUXaWho/s320/DSC03759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277023520123403218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;muke mengantuk. sorang lagi excited...&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/STvAjS_BTOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sLrI9eF1jQ4/s1600-h/DSC03752.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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/STvAjS_BTOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sLrI9eF1jQ4/s320/DSC03752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277023101018787042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i am not sure what kind of expression he's trying to do.. constipation?? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/STvAMcGb42I/AAAAAAAAAGo/G1O_Eaq1FZQ/s1600-h/DSC03742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/STvAMcGb42I/AAAAAAAAAGo/G1O_Eaq1FZQ/s320/DSC03742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277022708328817506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hee.. waiting for someone... ;P&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/STu_2uAZe7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/zAcdLSVtk0g/s1600-h/DSC03741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/STu_2uAZe7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/zAcdLSVtk0g/s320/DSC03741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277022335178210226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and my sister.. i was in deep hunger... but yet i was able to carve a smile. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-1122930246544278216?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1122930246544278216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=1122930246544278216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/1122930246544278216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/1122930246544278216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-in-jj.html' title='Fun In JJ'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/STvBhm9FxFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lwTRABOJoqY/s72-c/DSC03756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-2023232643554791787</id><published>2008-12-07T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T04:19:18.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jusco Jaya???</title><content type='html'>we meet again.... jusco jaya.. my pronoun cation. kidding :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here how it started. aida, texted me and asked me whether i'll be free 2 watch Twilight.. aida, the Twilight maniac! edward lah. Jacob lah... Issabella... aida. aida.. it was fun, pretty much.. like other people... i think i'm in love with edward... literally, not technically.. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go on my own. my sister and arif accompanied me.. arif yawned most of the time while watching the movie.. haiyo.. he got bored i supposed.. my sis and i totally enjoyed the movie! yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the movie ended around 4++ pm. we got separated with aida with hugs and kisses. now the real date began... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arif, me and my sis went to McD as i had promised him. long2 story.. we had chicken foldovers..  i was in real hunger... fyi, the chicken foldover tasted differently compared to seremban's McD foldover.. i supposed. but it was finger licking gud.............. nyummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis was being such  gud chaperon.. kinda.. she snapped a few pictures of us eating and i did da same thing as well...  after asar prayer, we went to secret recipe. my sis's idea. she wanted to buy a slice of cheese cake for my mom. her birthday is just around the corner. since she just loves cheese cake, so w decided what can go wrong with secret receipe cake right? ouh b4 that... i got a strike !!! heee.. we went to the bowling centre before purchasing the cake.. eheh.. arif berkate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bowling kt JJ tpu. senang dpt strike... bling bola pelahan pown leyh strike"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malangnye. his theory was so bogus.. hua2. he didn't get strike.. i gave him dis "ye-lah tuh jj tpo erk" kind of look... but unfortunately.. though i got a strike.. i lost... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to score 65 points. arif scored 100++ and my sis, scored 85... malu2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over all.. i had a gud time in JJ... skit kepale cikit.. heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hip2 hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-2023232643554791787?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2023232643554791787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=2023232643554791787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/2023232643554791787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/2023232643554791787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/12/jusco-jaya.html' title='Jusco Jaya???'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-3444603949219075512</id><published>2008-12-06T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T04:31:03.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sem 1 examintions..</title><content type='html'>yeah i knoe... cliche topic rite? bluek! xkesah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week was the most agonizing week ever. examination week... Only Lord knows how i felt.. Biology. major probs.. when it comes to memorizing, i can be as weak as a herbaceous plant cell without water.. being plasmolysed... ( biological aspect)... i tend 2 4get what i have read, and seeing and hearing other people who could memorize the facts were very frustrating... wut else can i do other than......................... TO THE DREAM WORLD!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. then.. i called my mom and told her about my disfuctional memory "stick". i got the booster from her.. somehow... and from arif as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math paper.. ouh gosh.. paper 1 was hard, but not as hard as paper 2... blank, and more blank papers... adex. i have a bad feelings about my math result... no joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemy.. ouh... frustrating as well... i had the worst head ache ever after the exam... this sort of like potratraying than for the 1st time i was thinking deeply! walla! hua3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wut else.. english.. heh.. okok lah kowt.. no idea.. bm was... hmmm... fun????? i wrote the longest answers i've ever written before.. so unexpected!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;islamic study... objective questions je pown.. eheh..physics paper was tough but yet it was okeyh. hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; that's about it.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-3444603949219075512?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/3444603949219075512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=3444603949219075512' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3444603949219075512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3444603949219075512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-sem-1-examintions.html' title='my sem 1 examintions..'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-1499015612067738224</id><published>2008-12-06T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T04:14:41.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/STpq-E3_k1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ttCLtLYLlW4/s1600-h/my+feet+and+his.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/STpq-E3_k1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ttCLtLYLlW4/s320/my+feet+and+his.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276647528110986066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a different new topic to talk about... love? what do u guys know about love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i bet that everybody will be in love. if it's not now... then later on? hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this picture so much.  i snap dis a few hours ago.  well... for me, every individual is different. and the complexity + the differences that complete us. me, him. ur dad and ur mom.  these two feet potray our differences, it's size and the type of sandals we wear. so on and so forth.  but, despite the differences, we share the same thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i call it love... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy now with my life and i hope that u guys will be happy as well.. cherish the person u love the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-1499015612067738224?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1499015612067738224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=1499015612067738224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/1499015612067738224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/1499015612067738224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/12/love.html' title='love?'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/STpq-E3_k1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ttCLtLYLlW4/s72-c/my+feet+and+his.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-3544843982821616271</id><published>2008-12-06T03:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T04:05:19.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>naqibah..</title><content type='html'>hello again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... the title for today is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                  "naqibah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;me being a naqibah?? haha.... kinda funny as those who know me would give this "oh-my-god-u're-a naqibah-like -s0-not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that kind of look. i'm actually was surprised to be chosen.. when i did my observation, a naqibah should have these followings characteristics :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. demure ( so not me)&lt;br /&gt;2. not that out spoken.. ( so not again)&lt;br /&gt;3. huge veils.. ( i call it tudung obor2)&lt;br /&gt;4. must wear socks!&lt;br /&gt;5. so forth and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i 4got to mention this.. i'm the editor of publication bureau of IPI ( Ikatan Pelajar Islam)... and again... i still think it's so surreal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working with my cliques was not a problem. Rahimi, my partner has always been reminding me about updating the "risalah" and "bulletin" for every week... ouh, our risalah is known as "cahaya hati". rahimi's idea..  and the bulletin is the "an-nur"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wani, ain, ali... our ajks.... one word.. superb.. mereke sgt seronok!!! heee.. they will always be punctual in doing the task... salute.. rahimi pown lah... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's a hitch. the problem comes when i have 2 attend da badar-badariah meeting.. seeing AS face ( amir shafiq) a.k.a pak badar.. that's what i call him..  sngt tidak mesra alam.. so hard to work with him... i always complain all sort of stuff about him to fatin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatin advised me to try to accept him as the way he is... i'm trying to do so.... kowt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it then,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-3544843982821616271?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/3544843982821616271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=3544843982821616271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3544843982821616271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3544843982821616271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/12/naqibah.html' title='naqibah..'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-6559892286945088650</id><published>2008-12-06T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:53:58.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>greetings!!</title><content type='html'>it has been such a long time since i last updated my blog. thousands of apologies to the viewers, if there is any.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was not able to update my blog due to certain reasons. Lazy ass.. that's it.. haha.. miyn my classmate who is also a blogger sort of like advised me to update my blog.. miyn.. thx a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... just a brief intro about my life in KMS or also known as "THE WORLD SCHOOL".. SO NOT!!! my classmates. md42.. mostly medic students and the rest are the dentistry students...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the name list of my class members, and the 1st thing that pop-out in my mind when i remenisce about them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mia - queen of sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;ifa - geng baek elly&lt;br /&gt;elly - lord oh lord..... queen of laughter&lt;br /&gt;miyn - toeks??&lt;br /&gt;aisyah - demure + so alim&lt;br /&gt;wani - kawaii&lt;br /&gt;ali - upin &amp;amp; ipin&lt;br /&gt;nash - geeky, super duper great actor&lt;br /&gt;nieja- workaholic!&lt;br /&gt;wajidi - "kassim ahmad"&lt;br /&gt;remy - atiq.. haha&lt;br /&gt;syakir - tamborine&lt;br /&gt;paan - hmmm... suke emphasize "e" kt belakang.. hik3&lt;br /&gt;isyam - enthusiastic&lt;br /&gt;hazman - food!&lt;br /&gt;ain - aiyo.. gle anime&lt;br /&gt;amy- slang kedah yg sgt lemah lembut.. seriously..&lt;br /&gt;ika- gaya, mutu and..... tido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i start 2 develop some love towards my classmates.. they can be pretty helpful most of the time... but i still can't blend with encik wajidi.. and the geng,,, ssh betul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it then!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-6559892286945088650?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6559892286945088650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=6559892286945088650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6559892286945088650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6559892286945088650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/12/greetings.html' title='greetings!!'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-1718223997852160570</id><published>2008-05-08T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T01:32:01.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at last...</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah.. at last.. MARA had spoken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. I'm so thankful to Allah s.w.t for giving me dis golden chance to pursue on my study abroad..&lt;br /&gt;This is only the beginning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolej Mara Seremban!! Here i come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-1718223997852160570?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1718223997852160570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=1718223997852160570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/1718223997852160570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/1718223997852160570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/05/at-last.html' title='at last...'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-6580596579019551939</id><published>2008-05-03T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:12:28.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>badminton match..=P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SByq6KyozGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AzX4yE-8sPw/s1600-h/Hebat+siol076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SByq6KyozGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AzX4yE-8sPw/s320/Hebat+siol076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196215986384587874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SByqkqyozFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/88roY1BTPRA/s1600-h/Hebat+siol074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SByqkqyozFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/88roY1BTPRA/s320/Hebat+siol074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196215617017400402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;from left : sidi a.k.a CD, arif, me and jaja.. This picture was taken by adzim.. cacat sebab ader tgn die.. cit!! hee~ arif was in my team versus CD and Jaja.. and I'm proud to say.. WE RULE!!! yerghhh.. we had so much fun togetha.. and i hope.. dis memory shall neva fade..&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/6237259775806709742-6580596579019551939?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6580596579019551939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=6580596579019551939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6580596579019551939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6580596579019551939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/05/badminton-matchp.html' title='badminton match..=P'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SByq6KyozGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AzX4yE-8sPw/s72-c/Hebat+siol076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-4415307254805185221</id><published>2008-05-03T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T08:03:19.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ajman najmin's aqiqah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx9zKyozCI/AAAAAAAAADw/UDS4LdxZr-o/s1600-h/DSC03700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx9zKyozCI/AAAAAAAAADw/UDS4LdxZr-o/s320/DSC03700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196166388102253602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us again... makcik2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx9l6yozBI/AAAAAAAAADo/h6JjeW2T2KU/s1600-h/DSC03667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx9l6yozBI/AAAAAAAAADo/h6JjeW2T2KU/s320/DSC03667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196166160468986898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the TRIO...watch out.. :P&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx9QayozAI/AAAAAAAAADg/Onwwrb8OuV0/s1600-h/DSC03699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx9QayozAI/AAAAAAAAADg/Onwwrb8OuV0/s320/DSC03699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196165791101799426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aunty dawa &amp;amp; aunty ein...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx8fKyoy_I/AAAAAAAAADY/2aFFNWaC4x4/s1600-h/DSC03666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx8fKyoy_I/AAAAAAAAADY/2aFFNWaC4x4/s320/DSC03666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196164944993242098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;da vogue aunty and the vogue mummy of his..&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx71ayoy-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/jZySOXs-2MM/s1600-h/DSC03665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx71ayoy-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/jZySOXs-2MM/s320/DSC03665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196164227733703650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is obviously me cutting some of his hair.. ololo.. kecian nye dier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx7c6yoy9I/AAAAAAAAADI/LCuLA88Z3Vk/s1600-h/DSC03662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx7c6yoy9I/AAAAAAAAADI/LCuLA88Z3Vk/s320/DSC03662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196163806826908626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his mummy and his daddy.. kak nurul and abg GG&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx7Mayoy8I/AAAAAAAAADA/ZgtYEj84lmU/s1600-h/DSC03677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx7Mayoy8I/AAAAAAAAADA/ZgtYEj84lmU/s320/DSC03677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196163523359067074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajman najmin.. say cheese???&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/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx6sqyoy7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/McU8oW03oXs/s1600-h/DSC03673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx6sqyoy7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/McU8oW03oXs/s320/DSC03673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196162977898220466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ajman and his aunty.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx6eKyoy6I/AAAAAAAAACw/-k8uW3V8N0o/s1600-h/DSC03655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx6eKyoy6I/AAAAAAAAACw/-k8uW3V8N0o/s320/DSC03655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196162728790117282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he just loves to sleep.. my ajman.. the sleepy head.. ouuhhh...&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/6237259775806709742-4415307254805185221?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4415307254805185221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=4415307254805185221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4415307254805185221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4415307254805185221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/05/ajman-najmins-aqiqah.html' title='ajman najmin&apos;s aqiqah'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/SBx9zKyozCI/AAAAAAAAADw/UDS4LdxZr-o/s72-c/DSC03700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-6179777890014645404</id><published>2008-04-13T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T05:46:28.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>License to Suicide???</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now an established driver!!!  I passed my JPJ test with zeal.. pretty much.. Fiuh.. My tester was a guy.. A furious looking guy... He was as old as my dad.. Approximately.. With the misai.. It just creeps me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person to know dat i passed my JPJ test was aien.. Atok ( Nafeez) was next, followed by arif and reef .. I called my mom a few mins later.. She was excited as i was.. Mmg lah.. Ank dier jdik pemandu berjaye!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngeh3.. Then, i told danial about it.. The best part was, i met mak mah.. haha.. totally unexpected.. being vogue as always, she was looking pretty nervous.. Well, she told me dat her mom won't pay a single cent if she fails..  Dat was kinda strict.. Thank Goodness my mom wasn't being dat strict..fiuh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much 2 say as i seem to have nothing to write.. Reason?? I had told a few frens of mine about my tragic beginning on the day of my JPJ test..... Arif mmg taw bnyk.. danial pown.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm signing out~ smooches..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-6179777890014645404?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6179777890014645404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=6179777890014645404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6179777890014645404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6179777890014645404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/04/license-to-suicide.html' title='License to Suicide???'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-7198520695376770121</id><published>2008-04-09T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T07:45:47.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Mara Interview~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;straight to da point shall we???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So basically, i just had da most memorable interview eva!! reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;* i met aien, najaa &amp;amp; some other INFINEIGHTERS.. gosh how i mish u guyz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;* the interview went well, it was ok.. i guess.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It was 1.45 pm as i embarked from my aunt's house in Selayang.. My outfit was messy!!! I didn't have enuff time to prepare myself as my dad a.k.a the driver was such in a hurry.. huh.. I finally arrived safely aroun 2.45pm.. Feeling relieved, i took my steps to the registration table.. The line was long.. mcm kereta api jer.. penat taw.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The lady said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Adik, tingkat 10, panel 15.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"tQ," i replied nervously..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Finally, i had arrived  to the 10th floor of UniKL.. I searched my way, the rite way to my interview room.. Sesat seyh.. then i saw a guy came out from no where.. I followed him all along.. hehe.. fiuh.. Thank god he was also a dentistry candidate.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I took my seat, and sitting next to me was Mira.. A girl from Batu Gajah. We had some chat..till..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"adik, register dulu.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The conversation pown berenti kejap.. G register smue.. sembang punye sembang, blom sempat nk amik num phone dier... she was called for the interview..HUh.. Mira, just incase if u're reading this.. I'm truly sori for not giving u my phone num..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Then..around 3.15pm... the moment had arrived.. It was my turn.. i knocked the door twice, and reciting my selawat.. Only Lord knows how nervous i was... With a smile carved on my face, i entered..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Me : assalamualaikum ( handling my files to the interviewers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lady 1 : W'slm.. U may have ur seat.. ( looking pretty serious.. no joke..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Me : Tq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lady 2 : Dh makan??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;haha.. here comes the best part..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Me : Yup.. I just had my lunch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lady 2 : Makan ape td??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Me : Tempe..( wakaka... adoi)... My aunt's cooking.. ( i smiled despite my awkward answer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Lady 1 : So, r u nervous???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Me : A lil bit.. pretty much.. but i'm okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The interview session began.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;With a serious looking face Lady 1 asked : So, tell me about urself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I paused.. I was pretty blur.. can u believe me??? adex.. then lady 2 repeated da same question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Tell me about urself dear.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;This time i answered her question.. fiuh.. One question after anotha.. Some of the questions were:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;1. So, since u love reading, have u eva read any dentistry book?? ( so unexpected)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;2. Were u active in the co- curricular activities??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;3.  Why do u choose dentistry, why not medic??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;4. What do u know about dentistry??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;5. Why should we award u with this scholarships??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;6. What r ur studying plan for this course??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;7. Do u think that u're gonna be 100% devoted if we award u wif this sponsorships??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;8. Are u the brightest student in ur skool?? ( sngt2 pelik....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dat was all i supposed.. On the last session of my interview, i asked them a question..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;" What r the criteria u often seek in a candidate that apply for MARA sponsorship??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Fiuh... it took me all night long to figure out dis question.. Thank goodness i figured out dis question.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The session ended at 3.45 pm.. I shook their hand and said thx 4 their time.. I took my file back, and headed to the door... As i opened the door... Suddenly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"bippppppppppppppppp"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;My phone rang!!  xbleyh blah btol.. Hp nie sngt2 bermasalah.. dh off awal2.. ish.. pelik3..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lady 2 : Hp dh bunyik tuh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;What i can do was just Grinned ... ;D  Then I took off from dat room... The End..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;NNti sambong lagi kay??? ader lg ... 2moro lak.. ngee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-7198520695376770121?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/7198520695376770121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=7198520695376770121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/7198520695376770121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/7198520695376770121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/04/da-mara-interview.html' title='Da Mara Interview~'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-6550639007604640312</id><published>2008-03-22T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:06:27.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my QTI...</title><content type='html'>Hey yall!! sowi i've been "missing" for quiet a while..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes my new updates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a fine day.. ( cliche introduction)..i didn't sleep, technically.. i took a nap for 30 mins, then i was off to da driving school..hehe.. Thx to arif.. He was a good companion, accompanied me till 5 am!!! haha.. Tq dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my QTI.. well, i passed!! wehhee.. but i didn't perform dat well though. anxious+ nervous.. My pulse thud really fast.. It felt like as if i could loose my head.. (hehe.. exaggerating) I just hate being observed.. i just can't.. i mean, i dun blame the tester, it was his job anyway.. maybe i was trying to focus on my driving but i tend to focus more on my anxiety.. huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da "bukit" part.. Oh lord.. It turned out to be disastrous!! i had to repeat dat twice!!! twice!! then, i got scolded by da tester.. huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kluar dr kerete kamu!! saye ckp keluar!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u guyz could see my face at dat time..Oh my God..Seriously. i was as white as a corpse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, after da disastrous moment, i did my parking.. haiyak.. i forgot a few steps of doing da parking.. Thank god my instructor was there 2 help me.. owh, Uncle Chong!!!! love u!!! hihi..i owe u big time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in a nut shell, i just didn't ace my QTI.. i'll try my best for my upcoming JPJ test.. 11/4/2008..&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck u guyz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-6550639007604640312?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6550639007604640312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=6550639007604640312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6550639007604640312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6550639007604640312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-qti.html' title='my QTI...'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-3754887760545046110</id><published>2008-03-03T07:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T07:33:12.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R8wX5xveqcI/AAAAAAAAACg/QuZYOzREzd4/s1600-h/DSC02990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R8wX5xveqcI/AAAAAAAAACg/QuZYOzREzd4/s320/DSC02990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173536353314318786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;color:red;" &gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Post YOUR photo wearing red, may it be a red top, bottom, the least would be red accessories if you hate wearing red. If you can’t find one, you still have an option. Either post your Significant Other’s photo or your child’s photo, if you have one. Of course, they should be wearing red.&lt;br /&gt;2. Let us know the reason why you were wearing red that particular day. Was it your birthday? Is red your fave color or was it the shirt that you first saw in your closet that day?&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 7 people close to your heart from your blogroll.&lt;br /&gt;4. Once you’re tagged, could we please keep it going - just for this month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;walla.. My RED ring!!! hihi... Since it's red &amp;amp; i just dun bother to find a picture of me wearing red baju kurung or even a red blouse..then, it's just perfect... Well.. i took dis picture last nite.. I wanted to show Danial my new ring since i kept on babbling about my precious ring through out da nite.. Pity Danial.. I bought dis ring yesterday.. It was for charity so i just gave it a shot.. Basically, i bought dis ring &amp;amp; many other items for 3 RINGGIT!!! All da items were packaged in a plastic bag.. So, it was worth of buying.. I mean, common.. fo da sake of charity.. eyte???  Tq IRFAN 4 da red ATTACK!!! eheh.. tq so much... Behold THE RING...  ~_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-3754887760545046110?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/3754887760545046110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=3754887760545046110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3754887760545046110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3754887760545046110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/03/ring.html' title='The Ring...'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R8wX5xveqcI/AAAAAAAAACg/QuZYOzREzd4/s72-c/DSC02990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-4637240549221331745</id><published>2008-03-02T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:57:03.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been TAGGED!!!</title><content type='html'>so here goes... 8 facts about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dawa, 18 yrs old ( technically). I was born at 6.45am..D.O.B= 15th sept 1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.best frenz : Jessica, Reef, Arif Shafiqin, Aien, Yana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. LOve eating+chatting+ making new frenz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The 3rd child out of 5 Homo Sapeans.. Living happily in epoh wif my MOm + DAd + 2 Other sisters..  My two brothers r no longer staying wif us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I love singing in da toilet!!! haha.. i'm not dat talented though but for da sake of musics.. who gives a damn rite???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm a terrible house wife..(sighing).. I can cook, it's just it either tastes like arang x pown mcm sabun bsuh pinggan??? wahaha.. Seriously, i'm bad at cooking.. in a nut shell, cooking is so not my forte.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My duty at da moment :Washing dishes every weekdays.IN MY OWN HOUSE!!!. .Trust me, when u live here.... Oh lord... If u can survive 4 a week, dats good enuff.. My house is worst than a ship wrecked.. adoi.. blame da penghuni2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I've always wanted a new hp+ Mp4..4 sume people, i may make fool of my self.. I could hardly get what i want.. so.. if u ask me what i want 4 my birthday.. walla.. da two items..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats all.. signing out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-4637240549221331745?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4637240549221331745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=4637240549221331745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4637240549221331745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4637240549221331745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been TAGGED!!!'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-4445002302529878851</id><published>2008-03-01T23:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:48:22.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canteen day In andersons~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R8pZQRveqaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t24Gm7Qv5Vw/s1600-h/DSC02985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R8pZQRveqaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t24Gm7Qv5Vw/s320/DSC02985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173045258163759522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me &amp;amp; jaja~ da canteen day turned out to be a total FLOP!!! We were getting extremely bored, &amp;amp; wallla.. A picture of us.. Snap2.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R8pZExveqZI/AAAAAAAAACI/wau3GJKGkrs/s1600-h/DSC02983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R8pZExveqZI/AAAAAAAAACI/wau3GJKGkrs/s320/DSC02983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173045060595263890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Jaja + arif + me.. hurmm.. he was trying to play hide &amp;amp; seek erk??? gedik tol.. hehe.. Jaja just loves taking pictures.. WE WERE HER VICTIMS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R8pY7hveqYI/AAAAAAAAACA/3qPV99ypuMs/s1600-h/DSC02981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R8pY7hveqYI/AAAAAAAAACA/3qPV99ypuMs/s320/DSC02981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173044901681473922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;us again.. dis time, a gurl  was kind enuff 2 snap a picture of the three maniacs!!! ^_~  Me holding a plastic bag.. da cliche pose.., jaja was holding my milo cup &amp;amp; arif, holding a much smaller plastic bag filled wif his burfday present... =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R8pYwxveqXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SwonOC9lgxw/s1600-h/DSC02980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R8pYwxveqXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SwonOC9lgxw/s320/DSC02980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173044716997880178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hoah... i looked sleepy in dis picture ,&amp;amp; jaja... hurmmm.. TOTALLY UNPREPARED!!! who's da camera man larh??? nk kene neyh.. hik3..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-4445002302529878851?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/4445002302529878851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=4445002302529878851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4445002302529878851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/4445002302529878851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/03/canteen-day-in-andersons.html' title='Canteen day In andersons~'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R8pZQRveqaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t24Gm7Qv5Vw/s72-c/DSC02985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-1697887890830625580</id><published>2008-02-23T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T08:02:06.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TQ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"pheewww.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Apek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; just saved my nite!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was 10.30 pm sharp &amp;amp; i was watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bee MOvie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;on the internet.. As i was trying to enjoy da movie, the thoughts of renewing my blog's lay out  started to linger in my mind. So i was thinking.. "Neehhh, what da heck .. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so, i quickly paused da movie dat i was watching, and opened a new tab.. Yerhh.. with one mission.. CHANGE DA DULL PAGE OF MINE.. without hesitation, i just clicked wuteva i thought was rite. I had a bad feeling about it.. Well, my instinct was 100% rite.. As i viewed my blog, it was BLANK!!! NOTHING... my pulse began to thud.. n dis time.. i almost cracked my self up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then, two names pop on my list.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;KA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;APEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.. ( Note : apek = f3) hihi.. I buzzed ka, but he didn't reply.. I was really desperate in search 4 help.. then.. With a great hope i BUZZED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Apek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Pheew.. Thank God he was willing 2 help me.. It took him  only a few minus  2 fix e'm up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;TQ!!!!TQ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; dats all i could say 2 him.. MY LIFE SAVER&gt;&gt;&gt; For Ka's matter, it turned out that he had just finished eating HIS DINNER!!! and plus, helping panda updating her blog.. a Bz man i would say.. haha.. THx 2 Ka as well though..He had helped me a lot for dis blogging thingy.. hihi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, a happy ending for my terrible +dramatic nite.. hehe.. pretty much... TQ so much.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;LOve u guyz!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; plutonium's &amp;amp; uranium's do can cooperate wif each other eyte????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ngee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-1697887890830625580?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1697887890830625580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=1697887890830625580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/1697887890830625580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/1697887890830625580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/02/tq.html' title='TQ...'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-5294207472761916572</id><published>2008-02-22T12:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:46:51.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3399ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There's a song that's inside of my soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm awake in the infinite cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But you sing to me over and over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, I lay my head back down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I lift my hands and pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know now you're my only hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sing to me the song of the stars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When it feels like my dreams are so far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I lay my head back down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I lift my hands and pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know now, you're my only hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I give you my destiny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm giving you all of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I want your symphony, singing in all that I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At the top of my lungs, I'm giving it back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I lay my head back down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I lift my hands and pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I pray, to be only yours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know now you're my only hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-5294207472761916572?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/5294207472761916572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=5294207472761916572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5294207472761916572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5294207472761916572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/02/only-hope.html' title='Only Hope'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-1783598473537517922</id><published>2008-02-21T23:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:48:25.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oki minase's Life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R78ewuhOK_I/AAAAAAAAABw/521qHxGvM2U/s1600-h/1_452833381l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R78ewuhOK_I/AAAAAAAAABw/521qHxGvM2U/s320/1_452833381l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169884719714544626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do they look a like?? send ur votes to 363666...haha.. ilman + arif.. How can u resist such a wonderful creature like ilman??  All eyes on him..hihi.. For da big brother back there sori ye.. Anda dh x secomel dulu.. Terime lah hakikat.. eheh.. though he kept on convincing me on how cute he was way back then, i just didn't fall 4 it.. would you?? nehhh.. But u still my best buddy eva.. no matter wut... ( nk tisu??? hek3..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R78dgehOK-I/AAAAAAAAABo/A-74q78tmFU/s1600-h/1_459679982l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R78dgehOK-I/AAAAAAAAABo/A-74q78tmFU/s320/1_459679982l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169883341030042594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Da scenery from above.. Our beloved surau.. u can see Usin ( our Head of Badar) hehe, conducting a tazkirah.. hmm maybe reciting some surah.. i've no idea.. dis picture wasn't taken by me though..Tima's master piece i would say..=)As u guyz can see, most of da guyz were kinda late.. Br nk semayang.. aish.. The surau was supposed to be packed with people, but in this case sume of them went missing.. Behold da extinction species of Adam... ( lalala)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R76OXehOK8I/AAAAAAAAABY/ouRJhTsq0EI/s1600-h/1_780144066l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R76OXehOK8I/AAAAAAAAABY/ouRJhTsq0EI/s320/1_780144066l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169725956248447938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;crazy or wut??? oh lord.. me with my roomate a.k.a my best gurl fren eva!!! she came out wif dis idea of taking a picture of us with a blanket.. hers btw.  c da plastic bag at one corner of da bed??? i bought sumething while i got da chance 2 go out.. i left da plastic bag on reef's bed.. (ya ampun..) hihi.. can't eventually rememba wut i bought.. does it really matter??? nehhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R76MpuhOK7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/StqhIbp3PL0/s1600-h/1_388680594m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R76MpuhOK7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/StqhIbp3PL0/s320/1_388680594m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169724070757804978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;violence?? or mercy??? (thinking..) virus got a lil nutz, tryin to give syaukat a bump on his head.. hanis??? ahhhh, the life saver.. at least sume one  thought of saving a life instead of KILLING  A PERSON for god's sake!!!!  man, i've got nothing much to say... UNBELIEVABLE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R76BW-hOK2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/tBzYD6CYXYk/s1600-h/1_108943624m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R76BW-hOK2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/tBzYD6CYXYk/s320/1_108943624m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169711654007352162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;me in da middle wif my sisters.. most of my frens said my sisters look much more mature than i am?? is dat so?? haha.. (giggling).. from  left, ein, me and my best fren eva, aan.. i drive them crazy all da time, 24-7.. totally not joking..  love them so much!!!! smooches...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R76BW-hOK3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/R9eRllklr2o/s1600-h/1_712370599l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R76BW-hOK3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/R9eRllklr2o/s320/1_712370599l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169711654007352178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ahh, how can i 4get this moment.. filling up our tummy wif ustazah's lovely dishes.. Da chicken curry!!! Gosh, how i missed it!!!Not to mention da ikan bakar... perghhh.. thinking about all dat makes me hungry.. ~_~. u can see just a part of yana's face.. her lips went missing..hoho.. me, fatimah, aida, naemah.. Back row..Bella smiling all along.. i wonder wut made her so ecstatic??oh, my dear aien, eliya, najaa... &amp;amp; jatsun??? hey.. JATSUN??? mmg kaki semak betol.. haha.. mish u guyz so much!!! darn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R76BXOhOK4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/hfAeXbYtMPM/s1600-h/1_811521853m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R76BXOhOK4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/hfAeXbYtMPM/s320/1_811521853m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169711658302319490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;more pictures of me... dis picture was taken before i got real ugly, eating non-stop... haha... da XYC dinner..the best thing was i didn't have 2 pay a cent for dis occasion.. 100% free of charge..  Tok Senik got everything prepared 4 us.. u name it.. ALL TRADITIONAL MALAY FOOD... KUDOS to our XYC, though we didn't do much to help da students.. but i DID!!! eheh..  The Math XYC: Bella, The History XYC : Aida... and.. taraaa.. me.. Da +m3 xyc..people got scared of my subject.. who doesn't??? i got terrified all the time.. hihi.. That nite was a blast!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R76BXOhOK5I/AAAAAAAAABA/rs4NVNLA9pQ/s1600-h/140405607l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R76BXOhOK5I/AAAAAAAAABA/rs4NVNLA9pQ/s320/140405607l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169711658302319506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ayu + me.. Best fren?? u can say dat.. she was my ex-skoolmate when i was in da primary school.. we used 2 be closed though, but people changed.. she got bz wif her life, and so did i.. some people said we look alike.. is dat so??? hehe.. oh lord..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R76BXOhOK6I/AAAAAAAAABI/Zllc_8IN6ds/s1600-h/349972417m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R76BXOhOK6I/AAAAAAAAABI/Zllc_8IN6ds/s320/349972417m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169711658302319522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me in&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; orange&lt;/span&gt;??? i got so frustrated doing addmaths calculations as u can see... a piece of paper on top of my table?? hehe.. smiling was indeed da best remedy for my frustrations .. for a few mins.. then i got real sick of looking at da paper n the rest was history... =)..&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/6237259775806709742-1783598473537517922?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1783598473537517922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=1783598473537517922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/1783598473537517922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/1783598473537517922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/02/me-in-da-middle-wif-my-sisters.html' title='Oki minase&apos;s Life..'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/R78ewuhOK_I/AAAAAAAAABw/521qHxGvM2U/s72-c/1_452833381l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-5695234611764274553</id><published>2008-02-21T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:46:33.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maturity???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's 3 am in the morning!!but yet i  just can't close my eyes.. Thank god pie is still on9..or else i just dunno wut 2 do in da middle of 3 am..huh. listening to FLY fm at irfan's page rocks my day.. Just loving it!! hihi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I asked pie to list down all the steps in doing the parking since he had passed his JPJ test.. and it turned out to be a total disaster,, I wasn't paying much attention to his explanations after all.. like hello, who does?? wahaha.. poor pie... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Listening to fly fm makes me wonder, am i really gonna be a dentist??? Lord oh lord.. or perhaps a successful accountant, or even a lovable lecturer in UIA??  Life is getting tough as u get older..My brother was right.Adolescent is all about doing wise choices &amp;amp; doing em the rite way... I'm 18, technically... But i'm still acting like aa 4-yrs old gurl.. haha.. True as it is, most of my frens are kinda agree wif it.. REef, danial, apek... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; A fren of mine once said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Dawa, u're being childish sumetimes, but  u're now much more mature than u used to be.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;My fren was rite. I supposed.. He made me realized that maturity doesn't grow in u in a blink of an eye, it needs time.. I need time to be fully matured and handle my life in my own perspective.. Though things can get really hard on me, all of dat don't actually matter coz i knoe.. I've got my frenz to support me in everything i do.. I really owe them big time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;With good people around me, i bet dat happiness is blooming in the air every single second i breathe... Tq 4supporting me all along.. Without u guys, i'm nothing but like a weak, helpless girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;LOve u ALLL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-5695234611764274553?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/5695234611764274553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=5695234611764274553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5695234611764274553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5695234611764274553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/02/maturity.html' title='Maturity???'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-2547974065675128454</id><published>2008-02-20T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:45:50.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosy Or What???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;My dear frens.. I just had the most terrible night ever!! Lord oh lord.. Another nosy guy bugging into my life.. Why oh why??? To that particular guy, stop messing around with my life. I'm not perfect and hell yes i'm trying to improve myself?? what's up with the whole "Owh dawa, I dun think it's appropriate for you to do that" what's up with u man???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;argghh!!! i'm sick n tired trying to be sumeone else, coz i'm not??? am i not good enough for living &amp;amp; breathing as me??? God.. You may think i have a heart as hard as a stone... Whateva dude.. I dun give a damn about it.. huh.. Best fren huh?? Ya rite... Accept me as the way i am.. I'm just an average 18 yrs old gurl, trying her best to enjoy the youth life of hers.. Do get the point Mr.As-If-Neva-Done-Anything-Wrong..  Hatred is pervading my soul rite now.. huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;LEAVE ME ALONE!!!! ARGHHHH!!! i need enuff time to figure out things  my way.. Maybe u're rite.. i haven't got my "hidayah" rite.. Since u got urs, just be happy with it.. Some day, i'll thank u 4 being nosy.. but at da moment, i've had enuff of u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Getting sleepy.. signing out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-2547974065675128454?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/2547974065675128454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=2547974065675128454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/2547974065675128454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/2547974065675128454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/02/nosy-or-what.html' title='Nosy Or What???'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-6158373870866007405</id><published>2008-02-20T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:45:07.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNO!!! A-Must-Watch-MOVIE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;JUNO ROARS!!! Weehheeee!! Guys &amp;amp; girls, do watch JUNO!! Trust me, you're not gonna regret it.. Basically, it's a about a girl name Juno who got pregnant when she was still in high school. She did consider doing an abortion at first, not till she bumped into a school mate of hers saying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Your baby may have fingernails!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oh lord.. I laughed the whole time watching this movie. In the end she decided to keep her baby and found a  couple to be the foster. Starring Jennifer Garner, Ellen Page and many more... If u wanna 2 know the rest of the story, u may visit to this website &amp;amp; watch JUNO for FREE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;www.watch-movies.net.. (TQ danial ...i owe u)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Have FUN watching JUNO!!!! muahxx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-6158373870866007405?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/6158373870866007405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=6158373870866007405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6158373870866007405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/6158373870866007405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/02/juno-must-watch-movie.html' title='JUNO!!! A-Must-Watch-MOVIE!!!'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-3856498118024460441</id><published>2008-02-19T08:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:43:46.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Last Part..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Blue, i had come..", i mumbled. I stood near by my car, thinking the right words to be uttered to him. "how is he gonna look like? Is he tall?? Is he gonna be as romantic as i know him through his words?? Oh lord please gimme the courage to confront him".. I was hoping for a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I inched nearer to Rodgers entrance. My hands were shivering like a leaf. I had never felt this potent feelings controlling my mind before. It was just a matter of time..3..2..1.. I opened the door, searching wildly for just a person.. Blue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;" I'll be wearing purple as you always want me to." His words kept on lingering in my mind. My eyes eventually caught a figure. A man wearing a light purple shirt, tucked in. My pulse began to thud. With courage , I walked soberly towards him and say :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"Blue, is that you??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;It took me a few minutes to say the words. I was anxious, pretty much. As he turned his face ti mine, i felt my heart pounding. His pure green-blue eyes stared at me vividly. Now, everything was clear. I saw Blue's visage at last. Blue was actually.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"Adam!!! How..??You...?? Blue??", i burst into tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;His fingers touched my face gently, wiping away my tears and my fears. It was Adam. My first crush when i was in the 2nd grade. How could it be possible?? It was a long time ago. He still remembered me as i always do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"Melly, i love you. You were my first and my last. No one can deny the fact that i'm in love with you. I know, it has been ages since the last time you saw me. I was still a  kid and so were you. But now, i'm a man. A man who only adores and cares about you Melly. I love you Melly.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Tears were all over my cheek. I was speechless. I felt like a Cinderella. I finally found my prince charm. His hands were grabbing my waist, pushing my body closer to his. I just let it happened. I felt so secure in his holding. Felt loved in his arms, i whispered the miracle words to his ears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"i love you too, Adam. I always do.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Love was blooming in Rodgers. I knew from that moment Blue was the person whom i had been waiting for. Now, with two months Maria in our life, she brought enough glee to Adam and me. Our love story was 10 years ago where a sophomore received her first love letter from Blue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;~THE END~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;~_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-3856498118024460441?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/3856498118024460441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=3856498118024460441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3856498118024460441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/3856498118024460441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/02/blue-i-had-come.html' title=''/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-1305024883660700814</id><published>2008-02-19T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:43:04.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Part 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A few months passed by as the green leaves in the Tree Hill High School turned yellow. It was summer and Blue still sent me a letter for every each day. Each day a different letter, with different contents and flowering words of his. I just fell for that. Since i got his letter telling how much i meant for him, i decided to get to know him closer. We continued writing to each other a letter every single day for three memorial months. I learnt a lot about my Blue. his favourite burger, his favourite ice-cream, what he hated, what he liked and others that i never knew before this. He shared his secrets with me and i shared mine. We seemed to have a bond, a very strong one. No doubt about it. I didn't feel any awkwardness though he was utterly a stranger to me. It was like as if i had known him for a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The next day, another letter from Blue.He wrote me a Sonnet 18, William Shakespere's  master piece. I almost burst into tears. He loved me more than anything and i felt the same way towards Blue. At the end of the letter he wrote :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"A special poem for my special one. I hope you would love it. I can't write my own poem but that poem potrays how i feel and how i place you in my heart Melly. Meet me at Rodgers, 8.30 pm. I'll be wearing purple as you always want me to. A black gown for a beautiful girl. I'll be waiting for you my love..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My heart started pounding as i read his letter. Rodgers?? Tonight at 8.30?? He wanted to see me at last. After 3 long months, i can see him, finally. Blue the person who had stolen my heart away. My soul as well.. I had never felt this anxious before. The last time i felt this way was when i confessed my feelings to my first crush, Adam. He was in the third grade and i was his junior.  We were immature and confused at that time. I didn't even know the real meaning of love at such a young age. I had to face Blue whom i had never seen before.It was risky, very risky. In the name of love, I alleviated my worries and my anxiety. I took a long bath and put myself all together. I didn't want Blue to think i was in agita. Wise man says, the eyes never lied..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Ding".. It was 7.30 sharp. I had only less than 50 minutes to get ready. My navy blue eyes were looking at my mom's black gown. I knew that was the right gown. My instinct never bluff. with the skills i learnt from my sister, my lips was moisten with shiny lips gloss. My eyelids was colored silver and my rosy cheek stayed rosy as they were. I took my diamond necklace and my Jimmy Choo's high heels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Blue, here i come!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-1305024883660700814?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1305024883660700814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=1305024883660700814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/1305024883660700814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/1305024883660700814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/02/few-months-passed-by-as-green-leaves-in.html' title=''/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-5422548238584291105</id><published>2008-02-06T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:42:16.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Part 2..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;20 minutes, 10 minutes...5 minutes...3, 2,1...."Kringg"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The moment had arrived. End of physics class. Taking my slouch hat and my sling bag heading towards the one and only place..MY LOCKER!!! As i had expected he did reply. I was blushing, i could feel my face was turning red. I flipped through my books, and took his letter. It was blue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Melly, i don't have any bad intention towards you. Never.Just call me Blue"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It was simple but yet convincing. Blue?? Why on earth would he use Blue as his nickname?? Pretty mysterious indeed. I was blushing again. Thinking about this awkward way of knowing Blue. He reminded me of my crush, Adam.. Without hesitation, i took my red pen and started writing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Blue..Hmm, it's kinda unique i supposed. Nice knowing you Blue. Wanna know more about me huh? Well.. welcome to my world and there's no turning back (giggling..) I had my physics class just now. I think you know my teacher, Mr.Paul rite?? Who doesn't?? ngee~ Enough about me.. Who are u?? Do i know you???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                                         Curious : Melly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To cut the story short, i got a reply from him. This time it was a long and lantern letter. It wasn't placed in my locker anymore. A letter under my table. It gave me a first thought..." He knew my place too??", i mumbled alone in the class. Then, i went to a corner and read it quietly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Who am I?? Is that really necessary for you to know Melly?? I'm just an average Joe. What makes me different than you is just the way i think. I enjoy every single time i've got and I won't let anything  bothers me.. except one thing.. You Melly.. You have changed me in some kind of ways. Really, no lies at all. I don't mean to scare you and nope i'm not stalking on you as well. As i take a glimpse of your visage, you blow me away Melly.. Because you mean a lot to me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I was dumbstruck. Numb and confused.. Who is this guy?? He seemed to know me more than i know my own soul. Curiosity started to pervade my mind. Suddenly, crystal beads of water were all over the letter. For the first time in my life, i felt appreciated and loved. Is this love??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;to be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-5422548238584291105?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/5422548238584291105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=5422548238584291105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5422548238584291105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/5422548238584291105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/02/20-minutes-10-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237259775806709742.post-430618346464973862</id><published>2008-02-06T02:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:41:04.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first love letter~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey girl. I think you're so cute.. Can we be friends?"&lt;br /&gt;                                  Anonymous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kringg!" The bell just rang. My calculus class ended with pile of homeworks given by Mrs.Frostier. How luck, I supposed.As always it was time to go back, at last!!! I walked soberly to my locker, expecting nothing to be unusual. Coordinating my lock, 111213 i opened it slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Hey girl. I think you're so cute.. Can we be friends?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                                   Anonymous..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I paused, taking a glimpse of that particular note. Happy?? My heart began to thud, beating termendously. I took it off and dashed out from Tree Hill High School..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was 10 pm.The macaroni and milk shake i had for dinner had not fully digested. Yet, i just couldn't close my eyes. What is wrong with me? I should have fallen asleep at this particular time, to be precise fully unconscious. I kept on Thinking about the note that i received this noon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The words kept on lingering in my complicated mind. What was the fellow thinking? Was he really wanted to know me or it was just a hoax to trick me, Melissa Flocwart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I took off from my comfy bed, dragging my feet towards my table. A red pen was gripped and a white paper was torn. Taking a deep breath, i wrote him back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"hey, whatever your name is.. Is this a hoax or something? I don't mind being friends with you though.. =) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                                                                                                               Melly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Staring at the stars on the sky, i closed my eyes, hoping he would reply my letter back.. It will be a long day to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The next morning, with a great zeal, i walked to my locker. I took out the letter and slipped it beneath my books. Is he gonna notice it? i wondered. He got a pair of eyes to see it, so i left my locker unlocked, rushing to the next class.. can't be late this time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to be continued.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237259775806709742-430618346464973862?l=dawalurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/feeds/430618346464973862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6237259775806709742&amp;postID=430618346464973862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/430618346464973862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237259775806709742/posts/default/430618346464973862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawalurve.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-first-love-letter.html' title='my first love letter~'/><author><name>miss hidayah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366712117933201695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJ5Vrrh0Fo/Sl3g4uZ7bpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jEXO6y4pvNU/S220/private_1_b4a76250e51899b84baf854e144ef60147dc9cc352d3adda1346ff5529829bfbl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
