<?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-1210924605490693606</id><updated>2012-02-02T14:38:39.573+08:00</updated><category term='Twilight Saga New Moon'/><category term='Goguma Couple'/><category term='Haiku'/><category term='Yongseo'/><category term='Edward Cullen'/><category term='New Moon'/><category term='The Time Traveler&apos;s Wife'/><category term='Jacob Black'/><category term='Klik'/><category term='Banmal Song'/><category term='Neytiri'/><category term='Seohyun'/><category term='Jung Yonghwa'/><category term='BookReview'/><category term='Twilight Saga'/><category term='MovieReview'/><category term='Avatar'/><category term='motivation'/><category term='The Time Traveler&apos;s Wife ending'/><category term='Bella'/><category term='Princess and the Frog'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Twilight Saga: Eclipse'/><category term='Henry&apos;s letter'/><category term='Bella Swan'/><title type='text'>Dari kerana mata...</title><subtitle type='html'>Dari kerana mata anugerah-NYA yang mempunyai kuasa...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>242</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-3506532731736499430</id><published>2012-02-02T14:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T14:38:39.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Saying 2-Feb-2012</title><content type='html'>The first step to move on with life is to forgive. Until your heart forgives, she will continue to bleed. Until your heart forgives, she's miserable. Until your heart forgives, she's trap. Forgives and set your heart free. Forgives and give yourself another chance. Forgives and give yourself a new beginning she deserve.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is not a sign of weakness. It makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Just saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-3506532731736499430?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3506532731736499430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=3506532731736499430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3506532731736499430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3506532731736499430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2012/02/just-saying-2-feb-2012.html' title='Just Saying 2-Feb-2012'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-4805063393714148769</id><published>2012-01-30T12:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:01:31.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awan Nano yang Sempoi</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, Awan Nano terpilih sebagai Juara Lagu ke-26. Hafiz &lt;em&gt;the comot of the night&lt;/em&gt;, juga mempertahankan Vokal Terbaik, mungkin juara yang paling sempoi dalam sejarah Juara Lagu - sekadar memakai t-shirt, seluar sukan Adidas yang dilipat kakinya sebelah pendek dan tidak berselipar. Terbaik! Kemenangan Awan Nano ciptaan Datuk M.Nasir dan Budi Hekayat, nyayian oleh Hafiz memang tak perlu dipersoalkan lagi. Gubahan muzik dan lirik yang puitis. Industri muzik Malaysia memang perlu lebih lagi lagu yang berkualiti begini ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lihat ke arah sana&lt;br /&gt;Serakan warna dan berarakan&lt;br /&gt;Awan&lt;br /&gt;Pabila terik panas&lt;br /&gt;Segera hadirnya memayungi diri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pabila kau dahaga&lt;br /&gt;Sesegera turun hujan melimpahkan kasihnya&lt;br /&gt;Pabila kau katakan&lt;br /&gt;Akulah awan itu yang kau mahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah awan nano&lt;br /&gt;Setia melindungi diri&lt;br /&gt;Tika panas mencuba menggores pipi&lt;br /&gt;Dan bibirmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah awan nano&lt;br /&gt;Sering saja tak terduga hadir&lt;br /&gt;Dan tak akan tercapai jejarimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasihnya&lt;br /&gt;Kasih tiada banding&lt;br /&gt;Setia tiada tara&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimanapun jua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awan kekasih sebenarmu sayang&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun tak akan tercapai jejarimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihat diriku ini&lt;br /&gt;Yang sesekali pernah kau bagaikan awan&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga tak mungkin terlupa&lt;br /&gt;Berikan belas sedari dulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga tak mungkin termampu saksi&lt;br /&gt;Setitis pun air matamu kasihku&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga kau katakan&lt;br /&gt;Akulah awan itu yang kau rindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akulah awanmu yang sedia&lt;br /&gt;Melindungi dirimu tika panas mencuba menggores pipi&lt;br /&gt;Dan bibirmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akulah awanmu yang sering kau rindu&lt;br /&gt;Dan tak terduga hadirmu walau tak tercapai jejarimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasihku&lt;br /&gt;Kasih tiada banding setia tiada tara&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimanapun jua&lt;br /&gt;Aku pelindung dirimu sayang&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun tak akan tercapai jejarimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah awan nano&lt;br /&gt;Setia melindungi diri tika panas mencuba menggores pipi&lt;br /&gt;Dan bibirmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah awan nano&lt;br /&gt;Sering saja tak terduga hadir&lt;br /&gt;Dan tak akan tercapai jejarimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasihku&lt;br /&gt;Kasih tiada banding setia tiada tara&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimanapun jua&lt;br /&gt;Aku pelindung dirimu sayang&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun tak akan tercapai jejarimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***---***---***---***---***---***---***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Persembahan paling ditunggu-tunggu&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Beribu Sesalan (3 Suara)&lt;/span&gt; - Memang &lt;em&gt;excited&lt;/em&gt; memikirkan Beribu Sesalan diiringi orkestra. Tak menghampakan. Tapi Beribu Sesalan pernah dipersembahkan dengan lebih awesome dan memorable ketika menjadi jemputan dalam satu anugerah berprestij.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Persembahan dan arrangement muzik paling marveles&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Penakut (Yuna), Gadis Semasa (Yuna)&lt;/span&gt; - Melalui persembahan dan arrangement muzik, terbukti kebolehan Yuna sebagai komposer dan penyanyi. Memang Yuna bukan sekadar satu lagi produk indie yang tangkap muat, sebaliknya hadir dengan bakat dan pakej. Patutlah boleh bawa muzik sampai ke luar negara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Persembahan paling tak percaya:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Awan Nano (Hafiz)&lt;/span&gt; - Semestinya! Tak perlu diterangkan lagi mengapa Awan Nano adalah persembahan yang paling tidak percaya... Walaupun Hafiz tak bawa awan ke atas pentas~ Hahaha :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Persembahan yang paling terkejut:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Karma (Faizal Tahir), Kisah Hati (Alyah)&lt;/span&gt; - Bila Faizal Tahir kata beliau tiada sebarang kejutan untuk Karma, sekelian peminat tak percaya. Sekali dia bakar piano tahun ni! Memang pada awal permulaan Kisah Hati, tertanya-tanya adakah Remy Ishak akan muncul. Tiba-tiba Remy Ishak memang betul-betul muncul! Wah wah wah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baju paling lawa:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alyah (Kisah Hati), Penakut (Yuna)&lt;/span&gt; - Alyah, baju &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; memang lawa lah! Warna tema raya tahun ini semestinya.... Yuna, &lt;em&gt;love your style&lt;/em&gt;! Gabungan gaya dan warna yang berani dan memang mewakili personaliti Yuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Persembahan dengan elemen paling baru:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sungai Lui (Aizat)&lt;/span&gt; - Sand art... Memang sesuatu yang baru di Malaysia. Walaupun ala-ala &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B5Fg35CPuvY&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;video klip Kim Hyun Joong&lt;/a&gt;, tapi memang kreatif... Go Aizat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juara Lagu ke-26 akan &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; andai:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuar Zain nyanyikan lagu Sedetik Lebih - Ini sudah pasti. Sapa setuju, angkat tangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yang Ai kagum:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat AJL26 dimulai dengan Jamal, Awie dan Sheila Majid, memang terus ternganga tengok pentas yang bertemakan Air. Wow! Terbayangkan kos, teknologi dan kepakaran untuk menjayakannya. Tapi bila Hafiz hampir terjatuh, terfikir pulak OSH dan DOSH. Hahahaha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yang Ai tak suka:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Kamera - Sangat terganggu dengan shot kamera malam tadi. Macam tak ada arah tuju dan tidak teratur. - takde pengarah ke apa agaknya. Dengan ada flare masa shot kat FBI dan Cheryl, dengan tunggang terbalik for no reason, fokus kepada yang tak penting (macam kat perempuan seksi kat barisan depan)... Ada ketikanya langsung tak nampak effort dan props atas pentas. Pendek kata memang tak puas hati.&lt;br /&gt;2) Seriously, sapa gadis-gadis seksi di barisan depan yang asyik difokus oleh cameraman tu??? Sorry la kalo diaorang tu artis or somebody kan. It was disturbing and not a beautiful scene at all. Mungkin statement ni keterlaluan, tapi memang macam shot 999 or Buletin Utama masa serbuan ke kelab malam. Siap kunyah chewing gum dengan penuh attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-4805063393714148769?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/4805063393714148769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=4805063393714148769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4805063393714148769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4805063393714148769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2012/01/awan-nano-yang-sempoi.html' title='Awan Nano yang Sempoi'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-5725548169046954018</id><published>2012-01-19T16:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T16:31:47.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Saying 19-Jan-2012</title><content type='html'>It is not hard to work with other people. The toughest part is to tolerate with other personality, especially a complete opposite. Make it work and you can lead any army. Just saying….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-5725548169046954018?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/5725548169046954018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=5725548169046954018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5725548169046954018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5725548169046954018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-saying-19-jan-2012.html' title='Just Saying 19-Jan-2012'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-2318053669296420086</id><published>2012-01-13T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:58:10.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28th: Alhamdulillah</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a wonderful Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I am 28 today. I was born on a Friday 28 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah. All Praise to Allah.&lt;br /&gt;There wouldn't be any perfect start for this special day other than Alhamdulillah. All Praise to Allah, the Creator, for His Will that I still exist in this world - another day, another minute or maybe another second. As I am writing this entry, I am never sure that I'd live up to the day to post it. May this age and time are blessed with more ibadah and taubah. I only have one wish on this day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O Allah! Guide me with those whom You have Guided, and strengthen me with those whom You have given strength, take me to Your care with those whom You have taken to Your care, Bless me in what You have given me, Protect me from the evil You have Ordained. Surely You Command and are not commanded, and none whom You have committed to Your care shall be humiliated [and none whom You have Taken as an enemy shall taste glory]. You are Blessed, our Lord, and Exalted.” [Qunoot]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiin Ya Rabb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya ucapan hari lahir mendoakan usia yang panjang dan rezeki yang murah. Apalah guna usia yang panjang andai tidak diberkati dan hidup bergelumang dosa. Apalah ertinya andai rezeki mencurah-curah dari sumber yang tidak halal. Cukuplah usia sekadarnya yang dimanfaatkan untuk mengagungkan Maha Pencipta, merindui Rasulullah dan mencintai ibu bapa. Cukuplah rezeki sekadarnya asalkan halal dan diberkati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-2318053669296420086?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2318053669296420086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=2318053669296420086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/2318053669296420086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/2318053669296420086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2012/01/28th-alhamdulillah.html' title='28th: Alhamdulillah'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-2500125799407895658</id><published>2012-01-09T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T10:48:36.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Saying 09-Jan-2012</title><content type='html'>Bila hati seorang wanita pergi, dia benar-benar pergi.&lt;br /&gt;Just saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-2500125799407895658?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2500125799407895658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=2500125799407895658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/2500125799407895658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/2500125799407895658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-saying-09-jan-2012.html' title='Just Saying 09-Jan-2012'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-2100568726431441646</id><published>2011-12-22T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:00:19.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courageous</title><content type='html'>"Courage is the art of being the only one who knows you're scared to death." - Earl Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel &lt;em&gt;courageous &lt;/em&gt;today upon receiving the news of my grandmother's health condition. She is &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;mother&lt;/em&gt; I grew up with. So yes, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is the feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-2100568726431441646?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2100568726431441646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=2100568726431441646&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/2100568726431441646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/2100568726431441646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/12/courageous.html' title='Courageous'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-4085505488686282081</id><published>2011-12-19T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T17:09:58.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Saying - Stardust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-StC5ayww9Do/Tu7_UGwCszI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zcdgqC5d_js/s1600/Heart_Bmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687764100290097970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-StC5ayww9Do/Tu7_UGwCszI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zcdgqC5d_js/s320/Heart_Bmark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine." ~ Yvaine, Stardust (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am reading Stardust... &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-4085505488686282081?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/4085505488686282081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=4085505488686282081&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4085505488686282081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4085505488686282081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-saying-stardust.html' title='Just Saying - Stardust'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-StC5ayww9Do/Tu7_UGwCszI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zcdgqC5d_js/s72-c/Heart_Bmark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-2893809480864092099</id><published>2011-12-16T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:43:16.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need to Be Sad or Depress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EkDgnzaxTGg/TuqwFQ65SII/AAAAAAAAAhk/Ejz4jWtS-tg/s1600/P1010095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686551083996498050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EkDgnzaxTGg/TuqwFQ65SII/AAAAAAAAAhk/Ejz4jWtS-tg/s320/P1010095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this peaceful Friday, I'd like to share a beautiful article by &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/yasmin-mogahed"&gt;Yasmin Mogahed&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In denial stage, it is our nature to blame. We either blame ourselves or others - some would even blame Allah. But blame only makes us more miserable. And what's worse, it is like a huge wall between us and acceptance that would allow us to think clearly and see the light. I learnt this lesson from La Tahzan few years back during my denial stage. It was a wakeup call. Apa yang berlaku bukan kerana apa yang kita buat atau tidak buat. Jika itu yang telah tertulis dalam lembaran takdir kita, buat lah apa pun, nothing will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah doesn’t need any reason. Ini kerana sifat Allah yang harus. Harus bagi Allah melakukan atau meninggalkan sesuatu mengikut kehendak dan kudrat-Nya, yang langsung tidak dipengaruhi oleh sesiapapun. Allah bebas melakukan atau menjadikan sesuatu tanpa disebabkan oleh sesuatu peraturan atau tidak melakukannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dan Tuhanmu menciptakan apa yang dirancangkan berlakunya, dan Dialah juga yang memilih (satu-satu dari makhlukNya untuk sesuatu tugas atau keutamaan dan kemuliaan) tidaklah layak dan tidaklah berhak bagi sesiapapun memilih (selain dari pilihan Allah). Maha Suci Allah dan Maha Tinggilah keadaanNya dari apa yang mereka sekutukan denganNya. // &lt;em&gt;Thy Lord does create and choose as He pleases: no choice have they (in the matter): Glory to Allah! and far is He above the partners they ascribe (to Him)&lt;/em&gt;!" (Al-Qasas: 68)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yasminmogahed.com/2011/12/10/to-all-those-who-suffer-from-sadness-or-depression/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;To all those who suffer from sadness or depression…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;by Yasmin Mogahed&lt;br /&gt;Please visit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yasminmogahed.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.yasminmogahed.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those suffering from sadness or depression, know that it isn’t your fault. It isn’t because you’re weak. It isn’t because you’re just not grateful enough. It isn’t because you’re just not religious enough. It isn’t because you don’t have enough faith. It isn’t because God is angry with you. To all the well-meaning people who tell you this, just smile. And know deep in your heart that the tests of God come in different forms to different people. And know that, by the help of God, every test can become a tool to get closer to Him. And that, verily, with hardship come ease–and like all things of this world–this too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-2893809480864092099?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2893809480864092099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=2893809480864092099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/2893809480864092099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/2893809480864092099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-need-to-be-sad-or-depress.html' title='No Need to Be Sad or Depress'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EkDgnzaxTGg/TuqwFQ65SII/AAAAAAAAAhk/Ejz4jWtS-tg/s72-c/P1010095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-8585365184005122888</id><published>2011-12-15T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T11:38:46.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Saying 15-Dec-2011</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap hari mesti berazam untuk jadi lebih baik. Setiap hari mesti ada keinginan untuk hijrah diri ke arah yang lebih baik. Di samping tu, mesti juga berdoa semoga dari keinginan tu datangnya tekad yang ikhlas terhadap Allah. Semoga Allah buka jalan-jalan kebaikan untuk kita sertai dan semoga Allah kurniakan istiqamah di dalam kumpulan tersebut. Perubahan adalah sesuatu yang payah untuk dilakukan dan kita tidak boleh bertindak sendirian tanpa bantuan Allah. So have the desire &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;. You never know when you'll get the opportunity. Kita tak tahu setakat mana usia kita. Dan bila jalan hijrah itu tiba, ambillah.&lt;br /&gt;Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-8585365184005122888?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8585365184005122888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=8585365184005122888&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8585365184005122888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8585365184005122888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-saying-15-dec-2011.html' title='Just Saying 15-Dec-2011'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-591352471710535998</id><published>2011-12-14T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T11:30:04.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days and Starts Counting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFGMqjhA2X0/TugYIXu0gVI/AAAAAAAAAhY/KqIlO244JMc/s1600/_DSC0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685821061643665746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFGMqjhA2X0/TugYIXu0gVI/AAAAAAAAAhY/KqIlO244JMc/s320/_DSC0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting for the Spring&lt;br /&gt;by Mitsuo Aida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that someone was looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;I turned my wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;And found a little flower blooming there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t do it, or&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t do it.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you spend all your time only thinking,&lt;br /&gt;The sun will set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poem for my children.&lt;br /&gt;It matters not the path you choose&lt;br /&gt;Nor the way you walk it.&lt;br /&gt;What matters is living that life to its fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is exactly 30 days before my 28th birthday. That means I have 30 days left to cheer and to enjoy being 27 years young! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have this weird feeling about my birthday. The feeling of taking off from a high place and fly (or maybe just free fall!). No, it is not fear. It is more to excitement, I guess. It is like feeling rush of adrenaline through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, I just want to move to the next birthday after another. Being old doesn't really bother me that much (until recently, still not that much though). I was very ambitious back then. In the world I want to be, being young means weak and age is power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching 28 in days, wow, that's quite a number. It is funny when in my ambitious world, I never picture myself being this age. It's always a fast forward vision where everything went well and I am old enough to have the world acknowledging my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to celebrate my 28th birthday with the most childish cake - Ben 10 maybe - with lot of candles and fun figures on it. Yes, I think I'll do that ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-591352471710535998?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/591352471710535998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=591352471710535998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/591352471710535998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/591352471710535998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/12/30-days-and-starts-counting.html' title='30 Days and Starts Counting!'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFGMqjhA2X0/TugYIXu0gVI/AAAAAAAAAhY/KqIlO244JMc/s72-c/_DSC0347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-299304142447832174</id><published>2011-12-13T08:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T08:20:51.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wo9hEWRuIZI/TuaZZtg3LCI/AAAAAAAAAg0/zhm5dPVlFXE/s1600/_DSC3006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685400246595038242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wo9hEWRuIZI/TuaZZtg3LCI/AAAAAAAAAg0/zhm5dPVlFXE/s320/_DSC3006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While we try to teach our children all about life,&lt;br /&gt;Our children teach us what life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;~Angela Schwindt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a weekend full of pictures and I personally adore these pictures of Hakimi and Syifa. I feel like both of them has grow up so much and are going to leave home soon... *Teary eyes* Hahaha. That is dramatic *wink* On the other hand, maybe I'm the one who's going to leave them growing up on their own... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel grateful for my interest in kids’ photography. Kids are not my expertise but somehow photography helps me to deal with my fear. And I figure out that Edward is lovable and can have effect on people. Hehehe. Rather than just a hobby and madly running around capturing pictures, I am actually getting so much in return from the kids - Syifa and Hakimi and others. I thought I was teaching them to smile to laugh to act properly. But it is really them giving me lesson through the small lens. Precious life lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakimi is a polite, timid and shy boy. There's no problem with him, except that he's not eating or talking that much. But Hakimi is my so far &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mDV3Oc-igLg/TuaZlSXbUHI/AAAAAAAAAhA/a6soTOJX74A/s1600/Kimi_Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685400445466136690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mDV3Oc-igLg/TuaZlSXbUHI/AAAAAAAAAhA/a6soTOJX74A/s320/Kimi_Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;biggest iceberg in photography. The lens just doesn’t love him, I said to myself. He doesn’t know how to smile, I added. The truth is, I am being a typical adult - putting the blame on the kid rather than myself. It was always me; I don't have the patience and I always give up on him. Hakimi, on the other hand, did not give up with me - the fact crushes me over and over again. He always try harder to get into the picture just the way Mak Long want. And now look at his smile! If only I have invested more into being patience, I would not have missed these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without patience, we left our kids to grow up on their own. They're alone to explore and understand the world that we fail to explain. Each time we give up and quit, we are being unfair to them as they deserve the guidance, from us, the parents and adults. How would we feel if people give up on us on daily basis? That’s right - frustration. On top of everything, without patience, we are losing our moment with them - precious, growing up moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakimi was only 3 years old when we first met. The foundation of his personality was well taught by his mother (my sister in-law) over obstacles being a single mother. I believe that somehow Hakimi have his own idea of the world. I truly believe and hope Hakimi would grow up to be a very loving person. Syifa on the other hand, was born into and growing up with sugar and spice and everything nice. She has strong and colorful personality and a good taste in shoes (because Syifa only show interest in my shoes :p) I believe and hope Syifa would never lose any of her bouncy personality, with addition of kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4owy3KPz04/TuaZ4w8QMMI/AAAAAAAAAhM/e40zu1vWLQE/s1600/Kimi_Syifa_Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685400780091175106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4owy3KPz04/TuaZ4w8QMMI/AAAAAAAAAhM/e40zu1vWLQE/s320/Kimi_Syifa_Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because she is the first granddaughter, Syifa receives many attentions since the day she was born. The attention she receives built her confidence. This is clearly shows in her pictures. Or maybe having me taking her pictures made her confident. It's good to have well developed self-confidence. It could help her to climb any mountains. On the contrary, somewhere between the lines I need to ask myself: can love and attention given to her corrupt her in any way? She'll be fine, I assure myself. If and only if we educate her properly. What's wrong is wrong, what's right is right. She can't just get her way because she's adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at them, running around turning the house upside down, I ask myself: What could go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you remind your children to perform solah 5 times a day when you never complete yours? How will they send du'a for you if you never teach them to say du'a? How would they become a good servant if they don't have you as the role model? The best way to teach about compassion is by showing compassion, that is, to have compassion. When we shout, our children will shout, too. We can't raise happy children if we don't demonstrate happiness in our home. We could not expect our children to respect us if we never show our respect to them. If we never listen to them, they will never listen to anyone. In summary, you can't raise a good person if you yourself is not a good person. Parenting requires sincerity and sincerity is His Secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are pure souls on earth. We were all once pure souls. But look what we have become? It is almost unbearable to let those tiny fingers and toes to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever love anybody unconditionally so much, that you would give up everything for them? 10 years ago I could not reason how or why a woman would give up opportunities and career just to commit to her family. Few years after that, I think I can consider letting go my dreams, maybe after some time, and then commit to my family. But with Hakimi and Syifa (and Sumayyah), I am certain that I can and I will let go everything for a family. I believe this must be the feeling every parent have. This is the most important lesson I learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1210924605490693606-299304142447832174?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/299304142447832174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=299304142447832174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/299304142447832174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/299304142447832174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/12/lesson.html' title='Lesson'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wo9hEWRuIZI/TuaZZtg3LCI/AAAAAAAAAg0/zhm5dPVlFXE/s72-c/_DSC3006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-649951389775706292</id><published>2011-12-12T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:44:07.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untuk Sahabat Saya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58F46Ab0M3I/TuWGjRxEaeI/AAAAAAAAAgo/T9ysVoAIfHw/s1600/4evermore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685098045247875554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58F46Ab0M3I/TuWGjRxEaeI/AAAAAAAAAgo/T9ysVoAIfHw/s400/4evermore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-649951389775706292?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/649951389775706292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=649951389775706292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/649951389775706292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/649951389775706292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/12/untuk-sahabat-saya.html' title='Untuk Sahabat Saya'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58F46Ab0M3I/TuWGjRxEaeI/AAAAAAAAAgo/T9ysVoAIfHw/s72-c/4evermore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-3643188172090999740</id><published>2011-12-12T12:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:20:09.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mencari Redha</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685090112783781058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIMethQPC4M/TuV_VjCQDMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/yp1ujfiIYJk/s320/_DSC0630_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hadapilah ujian hidup dengan mencari maksud di sebalik takdir-takdir Allah. Dengarlah suara tarbiah dan dakwah yang berbisik setiap kali kita diuji. Kebaikan dan keburukan hanya ada pada penilaian insan, tetapi di sisi Allah, apa yang ditakdirkan-Nya pasti satu kebaikan"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Prakata; &lt;a href="http://genta-rasa.com/2009/04/08/prakata-buku-nota-hati-seorang-lelaki/"&gt;Nota Hati Seorang Lelaki&lt;/a&gt;, Ustaz Pahrol Mohamad Juoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada pembuka bicara yang lebih tepat selain kata-kata di atas. Hadirnya mendahului ujian, seakan persediaan dan motivasi. Satu kenyataan yang tidak dapat dinafikan justeru memandu diri ke arah ketenangan hati. Takdir dan ujian adalah 'tema' bulan Disember. Cahaya di hujung terowong mungkin. Padahal takdir dan ujian wujud seiring usia selagi bernyawa sebelum ajal tiba. Penutup kepada tahun yang panjang sekaligus bekalan ilmu untuk tahun seterusnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjalan pendek dari Pulau Pinang ke Parit Buntar amat membuka minda. Pelajarannya mungkin tidak akan didapati walaupun dalam perjalan seribu batu kalau bukan kerana izin Allah. Banyak yang difikirkan dan banyak yang ingin diperkatakan. Terlalu banyak emosi yang ingin digambarkan. Terlalu banyak 'keadilan' yang ingin dituntut. Jelasnya, semua itu sekadar permainan perasaan. Kedegilan hati. Jadi ini adalah yang terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakikatnya, aku sedang mencari redha.&lt;br /&gt;Dan ini adalah catatan ringkas pencarian tersebut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita semua sekadar memenuhi takdir. Tidak ada yang bersalah. Tidak ada apa yang salah. Tidak ada sebarang penyesalan. Jadi kemaafan tidak perlu. Biasalah jika ada yang tercalar dan terluka. Yang luka pasti sembuh, yang sakit pasti ada penawarnya. Allah itu Maha Lemah Lembut dan Maha Pengasih... Redha itu adalah penawarnya. Pujuklah hati untuk redha. Mintalah kepada Allah, semoga dilembutkan hati yang satu itu untuk melihat redha. Bila redha itu ditemui, pulihlah semuanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah bersabda: &lt;strong&gt;"Amat menarik hati keadaan orang beriman, semua pekerjaannya baik belaka, dan itu ada hanya pada orang beriman: Jika memperoleh kesenangan, dia bersyukur. Dan itu memberikannya kebaikan (pahala). Jika ditimpa bahaya (kesusahan), dia sabar dan itu juga memberikannya kebaikan”&lt;/strong&gt;. Aku mahu jadi orang begini.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan menangisi takdir yang tidak menyebelahi kita. Sebaliknya senyumlah; senyuman yang paling manis adalah senyuman ketika menerima ujian daripada Allah. Penuhilah takdir tersebut dan hiduplah memenuhi takdir yang seterusnya. Pilihlah jalan untuk takdir yang lebih baik dan memberi kebaikan kepada semua. Mati itu pasti, tapi kita boleh memilih untuk mati dalam iman atau tidak... Rahmat Allah itu Maha Luas. &lt;em&gt;La tahzan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua ini tidak mudah untuk dilakukan. Amat payah. Kerana itu percaya kepada Allah dan Zat-zatNya adalah sangat penting. Tidak ada kekuatan selain kekuatan anugerahNya yang mampu membantu dalam perjalanan mencari redha. Redha itu dicari dengan mencari Allah. Redha itu ditemui dengan menghayati ujianNya dan melihat hikmahNya. Ustaz Pahrol Mohamad Juoi menulis mengenai hikmah dalam entri &lt;a href="http://genta-rasa.com/2009/04/15/mencari-ketenangan-hati/"&gt;Mencari Ketenangan Hati&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hikmah adalah sesuatu yang tersirat di sebalik yang tersurat. Hikmah dikurniakan sebagai hadiah paling besar dengan satu ujian. Hikmah hanya dapat ditempa oleh “mehnah” – didikan langsung daripada Allah melalui ujian-ujian-Nya. &lt;em&gt;Rasulullah s.a.w. bersabda, “perumpamaan orang yang beriman apabila ditimpa ujian, bagai besi yang dimasukkan ke dalam api, lalu hilanglah karatnya (tahi besi) dan tinggallah yang baik sahaja!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jika tidak diuji, bagaimana hamba yang taat itu hendak mendapat pahala sabar, syukur, reda, pemaaf, qanaah daripada Tuhan? Maka dengan ujian bentuk inilah ada di kalangan para rasul ditingkatkan kepada darjat Ulul Azmi – yakni mereka yang paling gigih, sabar dan berani menanggung ujian. Ringkasnya, hikmah adalah kurnia termahal di sebalik ujian buat golongan para nabi, siddiqin, syuhada dan solihin ialah mereka yang sentiasa diuji".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pendek kata, bagi orang beriman, ujian bukanlah sesuatu yang negatif kerana Allah sentiasa mempunyai maksud-maksud yang baik di sebaliknya. Malah dalam keadaan berdosa sekalipun, ujian didatangkan-Nya sebagai satu pengampunan. Manakala dalam keadaan taat, ujian didatangkan untuk meningkatkan darjat. Justeru, telah sering para muqarrabin (orang yang hampir dengan Allah) tentang hikmah ujian dengan berkata: &lt;em&gt;“Allah melapangkan bagi mu supaya engkau tidak selalu dalam kesempitan dan Allah menyempitkan bagi mu supaya engkau tidak hanyut dalam kelapangan, dan Allah melepaskan engkau dari keduanya, supaya engkau tidak bergantung kepada sesuatu selain Allah&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nota kepada hati-hati yang juga mencari redha&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Aku bukanlah hebat, jauh daripada sempurna. Ambillah mana yang baik):&lt;/em&gt; Bersabarlah – Sabar itu susah, tapi pulangannya menguntungkan. Sabar asas yang penting. Kalau tidak sabar, pasti terus melatah. Bila kita dalam perjalan menuju ke satu tempat yang kita tidak biasa, sudah tentu ada peta, ada guidelines untuk ke sana. Perlu juga perhatikan landmark, tanda arah dan papan tanda. Kalau memandu dengan laju, pasti ada yang terlepas pandang. Perlahan sedikit - di sinilah peranan sabar. Supaya dapat melihat dengan lebih jelas. Tarik nafas dahulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semoga Allah anugerahkan redha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*** Isnin, 12 Disember 2011, jam 3:18 petang, membaca &lt;a href="http://genta-rasa.com/2011/12/11/berdamailah-dengan-takdir/"&gt;Berdamailah Dengan Takdir&lt;/a&gt; oleh Ustaz Pahrol Mohamad Juoi. Kebetulan yang mengharukan... Memang takdir dan ujian adalah 'tema' bulan Disember~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wassalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuHXYG6vf0M"&gt;Takdir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by Opick feat. Melly Goeslow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dihempas gelombang dilemparkan angin&lt;br /&gt;Sekisah ku bersedih ku bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Di indah dunia yang berakhir sunyi&lt;br /&gt;Langkah kaki di dalam rencana-Nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua berjalan dalam kehendak-Nya&lt;br /&gt;Nafas hidup cinta dan segalanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tertakdir menjalani segala kehendak-Mu, Ya Robbi&lt;br /&gt;Ku berserah ku berpasrah hanya pada-Mu, Ya Robbi&lt;br /&gt;Dan tertakdir menjalani segala kehendak-Mu Ya Robbi&lt;br /&gt;Ku berserah ku berpasrah hanya pada-Mu, Ya Robbi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila mungkin ada luka coba tersenyumlah&lt;br /&gt;Bila mungkin tawa coba bersabarlah&lt;br /&gt;Karena air mata tak abadi&lt;br /&gt;Akan hilang dan berganti (hilang kan berganti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila mungkin hidup hampa dirasa&lt;br /&gt;Mungkinkan hati merindukan Dia&lt;br /&gt;Karena hanya dengan-Nya hati tenang&lt;br /&gt;Damai jiwa dan raga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tertakdir menjalani segala kehendak-Mu, Ya Robbi&lt;br /&gt;Ku berserah ku berpasrah hanya pada-Mu, Ya Robbi&lt;br /&gt;Dan tertakdir menjalani segala kehendak-Mu, Ya Robbi&lt;br /&gt;Ku berserah ku berpasrah hanya pada-Mu, Ya Robbi&lt;br /&gt;Hanya pada-Mu, Ya Robbi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-3643188172090999740?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3643188172090999740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=3643188172090999740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3643188172090999740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3643188172090999740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/12/mencari-redha.html' title='Mencari Redha'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIMethQPC4M/TuV_VjCQDMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/yp1ujfiIYJk/s72-c/_DSC0630_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-2595255864388046135</id><published>2011-12-06T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T18:25:47.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yang Dinamakan Ujian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tlWmvfTlQg/Tt3tbJBDi-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/YVmpm6ZFa1A/s1600/DSC02376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682959355344030690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tlWmvfTlQg/Tt3tbJBDi-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/YVmpm6ZFa1A/s320/DSC02376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ujian dalam hidup itu bagus. Ia mengajar kita menjadi tabah. Ia menjadi kayu pengukur kepada ketabahan yang mungkin kita miliki. Umpama langit malam yang gelap, menyerlahkan bintang-bintang yang bergemerlapan. Allah tidak pernah berbohong, kita tidak akan diuji melebihi apa yang kita mampu. Jadi bertahanlah, dan carilah kekuatan dari kata-kataNya. Islam tidak pernah mendidik umatnya untuk berputus asa. Islam juga tidak pernah mendidik umatnya untuk keterlaluan dalam melayan kesedihan. Semua yang berlaku ada hikmahnya. Mintalah pada Allah, semoga kita dapat melihat hikmah kebijaksanaanNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-2595255864388046135?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2595255864388046135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=2595255864388046135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/2595255864388046135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/2595255864388046135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/12/assalamualaikum-ujian-dalam-hidup-itu.html' title='Yang Dinamakan Ujian'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tlWmvfTlQg/Tt3tbJBDi-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/YVmpm6ZFa1A/s72-c/DSC02376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-7809815877567469552</id><published>2011-12-06T14:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T14:26:38.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Saying 6-Dec-2011</title><content type='html'>The ultimate test in moving on is when the moment you decide to do so, what you're letting go suddenly come flying to you. Just saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-7809815877567469552?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/7809815877567469552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=7809815877567469552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7809815877567469552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7809815877567469552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-saying-6-dec-2011.html' title='Just Saying 6-Dec-2011'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-6468164442945704575</id><published>2011-12-06T11:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T12:47:59.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn Part 1 - Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUYlMGNQ4yc/Tt2eY3RoPAI/AAAAAAAAAgE/UXhIdbf4jPY/s1600/Breaking%252520Dawn%252520Wedding%252520Bliss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682872454803373058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUYlMGNQ4yc/Tt2eY3RoPAI/AAAAAAAAAgE/UXhIdbf4jPY/s320/Breaking%252520Dawn%252520Wedding%252520Bliss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I watched it twice and am ready for the third :p&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to start this review with Edward's wedding toast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's an extraordinary thing to meet someone who you can bare your soul to and accept you for what you are. I've been waiting, for what seems like a very long time, to get beyond what I am. With Bella I feel like I can finally begin. So I'd like to propose a toast to my beautiful bride. No measure of time with you will be long enough. But let's start with forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly. Zero reason not to like Edward &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pre-wedding was cut short. Very, very short. No Mercedes S600 Guard. No breaking the news to Charlie and Renee, so no changing color Charlie and motherly advice from Renee. But the mood is there. Charlie clearly doesn't happy with the wedding and Renee on the contrary is very happy about it. Bella is nervous and Edward is anxious. But I am grateful to see Alice having fun planning the wedding. In another words, bossing everybody. Love the scene where Alice shout: &lt;strong&gt;"Does no one have vision?!"&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahahaha. Very cute, darling. It is sweet to see Rosalie getting involved with the wedding. She is after all &lt;em&gt;not offended by Bella's choice of groom, just her blatant lack of respect for mortality&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let’s talk wedding.&lt;br /&gt;We have waited for years to see Bella walk down that aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for a year for this, so I'm going to shout it out loud. &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iCIHNMq4xfM/Tt2c8ZXWrrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/DnpPjIQx1yI/s1600/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682870866226359986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iCIHNMq4xfM/Tt2c8ZXWrrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/DnpPjIQx1yI/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE WEDDING DRESS and the wedding shoes!&lt;/strong&gt; The wedding dress is magnificent, the kind that only exist in fiction. &lt;em&gt;Made out of crepe satin and French Chantilly lace, 152 buttons line the back of Bella's dress, with 17 additional buttons on each sleeve&lt;/em&gt;. And the shoes are the kind Alice would buy and Edward could afford for his lovely bride. I am serious about the price - the &lt;em&gt;Manolo Blahnik Swan Pumps&lt;/em&gt;. The wedding dress is the surprise element for Breaking Dawn and I really appreciated the way it was introduced. When we first saw Bella, the dress looks simple. Just like her. But as she walked down the aisle and the camera close up to the back of the dress, I gasped with awe. And then to the sleeves and the rest of the dress... Lovely piece! If I ever got the chance to wear a wedding dress, I'd want to wear this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was anxious for this part of Breaking Dawn, but they pull it through. It's not perfect, but it is acceptable and I love it. Though they did not make Alice as the bridesmaid! The most important thing is it did have the &lt;strong&gt;"my world, which had been upside down for so long now, seemed to settle into its proper position"&lt;/strong&gt; feeling. Rosalie played &lt;em&gt;Pachelbel’s Canon&lt;/em&gt; in the book, but Bill Condon made Bella walked with &lt;em&gt;Turning Page&lt;/em&gt; in the background. Lovely! And I like Bella's expression when she finally found Edward - &lt;strong&gt;"suddenly, it was only the pressure of Charlie’s hand on mine that kept me from sprinting headlong down the aisle"&lt;/strong&gt;. Another scene to love is Edward and Bella's moment on the altar as they share their first kiss as husband and wife. As &lt;em&gt;Flightless Bird, American Mouth&lt;/em&gt; played on the background, the guesses disappeared leaving Edward and Bella alone in their world. You must recognize the scene from Twilight's prom. When you are with the one person you want to be, the world doesn't exist anymore. Life is content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I watched Breaking Dawn, I was not fond with the wedding speech. But as Edward said, &lt;em&gt;what's a wedding without some family drama&lt;/em&gt;? Emmet's speech would sound ridiculous for non-reader, but of course I laughed to that. Hahaha. I am not sure how Jessica got to have her part in the speech, but she totally lost her mind :P Renee's lullaby was so &lt;em&gt;Renee&lt;/em&gt; and it's something I could expected in real life. Charlie's speech was hilarious. He definitely illustrates his point very well! Hahaha. Love Alice's speech - it's a heads up for Breaking Dawn Part 2! Loving every words from Esme and I was deeply touched by that. That was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's add up some Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;Hot, hot, hot!&lt;br /&gt;For a long lost guy who spends most of his time 4-legged, he sure looks perfect. Sigh. Who can forget his expression every time he sees Bella? He had that look from New Moon [the scene where he ran cheerfully towards Bella] What's not to love about it.. except that he is Jacob, of course. The scene was perfect. It is heart crushing to have your best friend saying goodbye to you as if you're soon to be dead to him. I nearly cry to the sound of Bella's heart beat. You see, that is what Edward and Jacob been fighting for in the Saga - to keep her heart beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much to watch during the honeymoon - &lt;em&gt;thank you Lord&lt;/em&gt;! I believe everyone notice/know that the first time was clearly cut and we only got to see what's in Bella's mind the next morning. Just to let you know, Bella's dream and the second time were cut without even a glimpse here in Malaysia - if you don't know what I mean, please go and get the book. So that leaves the honeymoon with their normal activities :P Isle Esme was wonderful, almost similar to what I imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Bella's human time was fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;The beach scene was not convincing.&lt;br /&gt;Edward and Bella playing chess scene was hilarious! Hahaha. It's something Jacob [suppose to] said in the book, but the dialogue did not make it into the movie ;)&lt;br /&gt;Shocking Edward was weird... Sigh. Robert, Robert, Robert... What were you thinking, honey~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to see the Saga from Jacob's perspective. All the while we never really understand what's happening inside his mind. We love the pack, but we never really listen to their side of the story. It was fascinating to see how their minds were connected and to see how they were compelled to obey Sam's order. I agree with you Jacob, to have no privacy for your mind is suck. I feel terribly sad for Leah. It would be a never ending nightmare to share thoughts with your ex, especially when he is happy with the girl he imprinted on: "being &lt;em&gt;any kind of happy is better than being miserable about someone you can't have&lt;/em&gt;". That's an &lt;em&gt;ouch&lt;/em&gt;. The imprinting scene was the best illustration from Book of Jacob. I am forever curious about the imprinting stuff, what it feels like, what ties a person to another person: "It's &lt;em&gt;like, gravity. Your whole center shifts. Suddenly it's not the earth holding you here. You would do anything, be anything she needs. A friend, a brother, a protector&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant Bella really, really, really looked sick. It's like all her health was suck away from her - literally. I like how they directed the scene where Jacob arrives at Cullen's mansion to find Bella pregnant. The angst in Jacob, the ever so protective Rosalie, the helplessness in Edward, Alice, Jasper, Emmet, Esme and Carlisle - were all well illustrated into the movie. Though, I feel like Edward and Jacob's conversation was a bit tasteless. Edward did not look as devastated as pictured by Jacob in the book: "&lt;em&gt;This was the face a man would have if he were burning at the stake&lt;/em&gt;". Just saying. I am also surprise the "&lt;em&gt;Bella can have puppies if she want&lt;/em&gt;" dialogue did not make it. That would make a huge statement. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two more scenes that did not survive for Malaysia: &lt;strong&gt;1) Rosalie helping Bella bathing and Edward saw bruises on Bella's back&lt;/strong&gt;, and 2) &lt;strong&gt;the birth of Renesmee&lt;/strong&gt; - I've checked, the birth scene was similar to the book. The absence of the birth scene is my major disappointment for Breaking Dawn. I know the scene would not survive that much, but I never expected that the frames would jump that far. They could have made it more reasonable. Sigh! If I am unhappy about it, the non readers must have felt worse. Luckily, Bella's transformation was breathtaking. Instead of making the audiences feel the agony from Bella's perspective, they made the transformation beautiful. From the dead Bella to the 'living' Bella. The inclusion of Bella's memory brings mix of emotions, bittersweet kind of feeling and to ends it with the image of young Charlie and Renee holding baby Bella mark a significant start. &lt;em&gt;Forever has begun&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Twilight until Breaking Dawn Part 1, I see changes in Edward. Good changes. Fans did not like it very much, because he is suppose to stays the same forever. But I like it. Change is good. Despite the fact that Edward is frozen at 17, everything around him moves forward. Edward would agree with me, that the moment he found Bella, &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; in his life changed. It is pleasing to see that from a lonely boy with cool hair style he has transformed to a man. A married man. That makes him human in my eyes &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HjQ2AHTsN0E/Tt2d877EPcI/AAAAAAAAAf4/7n_AQZ386XQ/s1600/breaking-dawn-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682871975014579650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HjQ2AHTsN0E/Tt2d877EPcI/AAAAAAAAAf4/7n_AQZ386XQ/s320/breaking-dawn-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides the wedding, my favorite scene for Breaking Dawn Part 1 is the conversation between Edward and Bella below. It was a simple scene, but it leaves mark on my heart. I favor this scene because Edward and Bella look like a normal maried couple, not &lt;em&gt;the Edward and Bella&lt;/em&gt;. They are just another married couple fighting for what's left in their relationship. No matter whom you are, human or not, you must commit and fight to make things work. Love requires compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;I'm sorry I've been so angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella Swan&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;I would be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;I've left you alone in this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella Swan&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Well, they say the first year is the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part 1 is awesome and wonderful. I got a feeling that having Stephanie Meyer as the producer is the secret ingredient. Loving you, Bill Condon! I'm not sure if you're a Twilighter, but you sure succeeded in putting the pieces together. You don't have to watch Twilight, New Moon and Eclipse to understand Breaking Dawn. It's all there. For Malaysians, please be informed that you'll feel (or must have felt) a little bit lost due to the cuts. But we have cleaner cuts for Breaking Dawn compare to Eclipse. You won't know what's missing, unless you're a Twilighter, who know details of the movie :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here and there, pieces of The Saga were brought together in Breaking Dawn, both from the books and previous 3 movies. Mostly from Twilight. As we all know, there were many details being omitted from the book or changed for the movie. Carlisle's cross is one bold statement that brought us all back to the day we started reading Twilight and the day we fall in love with the Saga. Edward's character was not properly introduced in Twilight, so they made a flashback scene where he got a chance to tell more about himself. We can see Edward lost in his thought in the wedding shoes scene. We wonder what was in his mind. The flashback is the answer. Furthermore, to include Sia's &lt;em&gt;My Love&lt;/em&gt; during the wedding also brilliant. &lt;em&gt;My Love&lt;/em&gt; was the background song when Edward proposes to Bella in Eclipse. Emotionally you're remembering the sweet moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter Burwell, we're glad to have you back with The Saga. &lt;em&gt;Love, Death, Birth&lt;/em&gt; is perfect for Breaking Dawn Part 1 and to have the composition played as the opening for the movie is brilliant. Suddenly you're tuned into the mood. The composition speaks where words could not explain and you can feel the emotion flowing through you. You can understand Jacob's rage, both Edward and Bella's feeling and the best part: Bella's transformation. The touch of &lt;em&gt;Bella's Lullaby&lt;/em&gt; is just nice to recall your memories of Twilight and refreshed our memory of how forever begins. The Saga is all about sacrifices, fights and the will to do something for the one we love - that is just what &lt;em&gt;Love, Death, Birth&lt;/em&gt; is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all I got to say about Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part 1 ^____^ Another year to wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-6468164442945704575?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/6468164442945704575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=6468164442945704575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/6468164442945704575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/6468164442945704575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/12/breaking-dawn-part-1-movie-review.html' title='Breaking Dawn Part 1 - Movie Review'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IUYlMGNQ4yc/Tt2eY3RoPAI/AAAAAAAAAgE/UXhIdbf4jPY/s72-c/Breaking%252520Dawn%252520Wedding%252520Bliss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-5896784785915330841</id><published>2011-11-29T13:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T16:52:25.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dress and Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680283328785842418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KddaApSE5LQ/TtRrl5PagPI/AAAAAAAAAe8/AUP7NYrFPNI/s320/manolo-blahnik-swan-pumps.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is crazy. A total absurd. How could I let myself be in this situation? I know, I am losing my mind. Yes, that's right.&lt;br /&gt;Edward is one thing.&lt;br /&gt;But the wedding dress?&lt;br /&gt;And the shoes?!&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I still have some sanity in me.This is me drooling over Bella's wedding dress and shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here for the &lt;a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/p/Manolo-Blahnik-Swan-Embellished-Satin-Pump-White-Pumps/prod144400017/"&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Manolo Blahnik Swan Embellished Satin Pump&lt;/em&gt;. It cost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;USD 1295&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8tZsQjePG4/TtRwxy7P2mI/AAAAAAAAAfU/mL2emUpQJZA/s1600/310725_2679941084656_1440174534_2900213_1487640049_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680289030807214690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8tZsQjePG4/TtRwxy7P2mI/AAAAAAAAAfU/mL2emUpQJZA/s320/310725_2679941084656_1440174534_2900213_1487640049_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here for the &lt;a href="http://www.alfredangelo.com/collections/styles/8400"&gt;wedding dress&lt;/a&gt; replica for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;USD 799&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Alfred Angelo is the ONLY bridal manufacturer licensed to create Bella's bridal gown... just for us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-5896784785915330841?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/5896784785915330841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=5896784785915330841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5896784785915330841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5896784785915330841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/11/wedding-dress-and-shoes.html' title='Wedding Dress and Shoes'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KddaApSE5LQ/TtRrl5PagPI/AAAAAAAAAe8/AUP7NYrFPNI/s72-c/manolo-blahnik-swan-pumps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-5843914886363852529</id><published>2011-11-23T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T15:01:34.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Azam</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zulhijjah semakin beranjak ke penghujungnya dan Muharram 1433H semakin menghampiri. Sudah tercapaikah azam 1432H dan sudahkah difikir-fikirkan azam tahun baru 1433H?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hablumminallah Wa Hablumminannas"&lt;br /&gt;Hubungan baik dengan Allah dan hubungan baik dengan manusia. Aku selalu percaya kepada konsep ini. Kalau seorang manusia itu menjaga hubungannya dengan Allah dengan baik, InshaAllah, hubungannya dengan manusia pun akan baik juga. Sebaliknya, jika hubungan dengan Allah pun ala kadar, apa cerita pula dengan sesama manusia... Konsepnya sama dengan hubungan ibu dan anak seperti yang disebut dalam entri sebelum ini. Malah ini lebih penting, ini hubungan dengan Allah. Maha Pencipta. Al-Khaliq. Maha Bijaksana. Pemilik Cinta dan Kasih Sayang. Yang Abadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi apa kata bersempena dengan tahun baru 1433H yang bakal tiba (dan juga Januari 2012), kita tekadkan salah satu daripada azam kita adalah untuk memperbaiki kualiti hubungan kita dengan Allah dan sesama manusia. Walaupun ringkas bunyi perkataannya, tapi dengan penghayatan, besar maknanya. Kemudian, berazamlah dengan azam-azam baik yang lain. Semoga kita semua menjadi manusia yang lebih baik daripada semalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Tahun Baru, Wassalam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Terasa sedikit asing menulis mengenai azam dan tahun baru ketika diambang November. Perasaannya pun sedikit berbeza. Selama ni kehadiran Muharram disedari kerana cuti, bukan kerana semangatnya. Padahal secara fitrahnya Muharramlah yang patut dinanti dan dirai. Jadi pada penghujung 1432H ini, aku berazam untuk mula menyambut Muharram dengan semangat yang sepatutnya ^____^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-5843914886363852529?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/5843914886363852529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=5843914886363852529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5843914886363852529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5843914886363852529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/11/azam.html' title='Azam'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-8457680415213332766</id><published>2011-11-22T16:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T07:37:05.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3cKaCo2hUEc/Tstga-0ar4I/AAAAAAAAAek/BKSv3KG3r3w/s1600/friendship006.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677737771886358402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3cKaCo2hUEc/Tstga-0ar4I/AAAAAAAAAek/BKSv3KG3r3w/s320/friendship006.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;“The important thing is not what we look like, but the role we play in our best friend’s life. Friends choose certain friends because that’s the kind of company they are looking for at that specific time, not because they’re the correct height, age, or have the right hair color” ― Cecelia Ahern, &lt;em&gt;If You Could See Me Now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very much thankful for each friend I have for every stage of my life. In my great time or worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though sometime it is hard to understand why they do what they did, I always believe that they mean no harm. They must have seen a better outcome. It's a friend's instinct to protect another friend. That's what we do - we protect our friend, from being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-8457680415213332766?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8457680415213332766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=8457680415213332766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8457680415213332766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8457680415213332766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/11/friend.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3cKaCo2hUEc/Tstga-0ar4I/AAAAAAAAAek/BKSv3KG3r3w/s72-c/friendship006.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-8464306579279103997</id><published>2011-11-22T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T14:10:37.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahniah Harimau Muda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677698075108811378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kdb6_uoo8Xc/Tss8UUzHonI/AAAAAAAAAeY/KoVMzR3md6Y/s320/muka_hadapan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Kalau engkau jatuh&lt;br /&gt;Jangan engkau lemah&lt;br /&gt;Kerana hidup mengajar kita&lt;br /&gt;Jangan cepat mengalah&lt;br /&gt;Bina yakin diri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7ssu3K3-jE/Tss8FIV-qAI/AAAAAAAAAeM/RSqHOnQO_zI/s1600/muka_hadapan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mampu kita lakukan&lt;br /&gt;Tiada yang mustahil&lt;br /&gt;Segalanya boleh&lt;br /&gt;Kita bergandingan meraikan&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gemuruh suara &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--YoMNeHLyL4/Tss1JMFWTNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/aVcULjQ9YmA/s1600/su_01_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677690187209395410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--YoMNeHLyL4/Tss1JMFWTNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/aVcULjQ9YmA/s320/su_01_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi bangsa berjaya&lt;br /&gt;Gemuruh perkasa&lt;br /&gt;Bawah satu bendera&lt;br /&gt;Nama kita bina&lt;br /&gt;Diseluruh benua rasa bangga&lt;br /&gt;Genggam amanat wira&lt;br /&gt;Julang panji Malaysia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Memetik FB Sham Kamikaze] Alhamdulillah, Allah izinkan kemenangan skuad Harimau Muda di Stadium Gelora Bung Karno malam tadi... Tahniah kepada skuad Harimau Muda - kepada jurulatih, pegawai sokongan, para pemain - you guys rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingat Emas acara bola sepak ini sememangnya ibu segala pingat. Terasanya macam Malaysia menang keseluruhan Sukan SEA. Terasa terbayar semua penat lelah dan berbaloi semua layanan buruk sepanjang berada di temasya Sukan SEA ke-26 di Indonesia. Skuad Harimau Muda turun umpama ke medan perang - dengan jentera serangan, pertahan, strategi, pasukan kecergasan dan Barracuda! &amp;lt;-- "Barracuda" mestilah disebut dengan penuh bergaya dan seksi~ [Memetik FB Wardina Safiyya] Bola sepak malam tadi bukan hanya semata-mata sukan, ia juga menyatukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayu sungguh hati melihat Ong Kim Swee berlari comel ke arah pemain Malaysia saat Baddrol Bakhtiar menyempurnakan sepakan penalti kemenangan Malaysia. Oh jurulatih yang seorang ini memang beremosi. Rasa macam nak berlari sekali dengan beliau. Tak mengapalah Ong, walaupun diberi kad, walaupun terpaksa lepak dengan Shabery Cheek di belakang, walaupun Ref alasengal, walaupun pelbagai siri sinetron kita lihat atas padang, walaupun dilayan secara tidak sepatutnya, walaupun diserang doping team yang agaknya nak buat test kat tepi padang tu jugak, tapi Malaysia telah menang. Diulangi, MALAYSIA MENANG! Lepas ni Ong boleh senyum sedikit yer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seronok membaca status FB hari ni. Semuanya merakamkan detik-detik cemas 120 minit plus penentuan penalti. Bertambah seronok juga melihat ramai yang memakai jersi Malaysia. Bola sepak Malaysia ada masanya mengecewakan. Tapi hari ini adalah hari untuk berbangga dengan Tigers sekelian. Jadi aku pun berbaju kuning - tak sempat nak beli jersi Malaysia sama ada yang kuning, biru, mahupun Panthera Team Malaysia :p Jersi yang aku ada hanyalah jersi Arsenal, tu pun dari zaman belajar. Hehehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bak kata Zainal Abidin Hassan, kalau kita tak boleh menang, jangan kalah. Fuh sungguh dalam maksud lagenda tersebut. Mungkin itu yang Tigers buat malam tadi - tidak kalah. Memang sakit hati bila Garuda memungut mata pertama perlawanan seawal minit ke-5. Rasa menurun juga semangat. Mujur la Tigers sekelian tak mengalah awal. Jadi gol Asra pada minit ke-33 memang keramat yang memberi harapan untuk Malaysia - kita belum kalah. So they fight. Ikutkan hati, tak kira la hati siapa pun, memang tak mahu sampai 120 minit perlawanan. Apatah lagi penentuan penalti. Akibat terlalu cemas, sepanjang penentuan penalti aku berdiri melekat di dinding rumah. Hahahahahaha. Rasa sikit kecewa bila Bonai berjaya, rasa macam tak percaya si Fakri begitu, rasa seronok bila Gunawan gagal, rasa hebat bila Fahmi berjaya selamatkan tendangan Ferdinand dan rasa wow wow wah bila tendangan Baddrol slomo je masuk ke gawang Garuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tepi, tepi! Saya pun nak berlari-lari!&lt;br /&gt;Bergegar rumah sewa dengan jeritan kemenangan. Rumah sebelah siap bakar bunga api yer. Sayu dan bangga bila lagu Negaraku berkumandang di Gelora Bung Karno. Negaraku, tanah tumpahnya darahku. Rakyat hidup bersatu dan maju. Rahmat bahagia Tuhan kurniakan. Raja kita selamat bertakhta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menang atau kalah, ada satu perkara yang aku nak sampaikan kepada FAM. Tolonglah buat sesuatu dengan stamina pemain kita. Bonai tu segar bugar cergas sampai ke akhirnya sedangkan pemain kita pancit. Rasanya aku tak layak nak komen pretasi Tigers malam tadi, they know better. Ref, sinetron dan apa sekalipun bukan alasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done Tigers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Sangat sukalah dengan replay gol Asra dan Baddrol. Timeless! Guys are only allowed to run like kids, hug each other and cry in football ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-8464306579279103997?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8464306579279103997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=8464306579279103997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8464306579279103997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8464306579279103997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/11/tahniah-harimau-muda.html' title='Tahniah Harimau Muda!'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kdb6_uoo8Xc/Tss8UUzHonI/AAAAAAAAAeY/KoVMzR3md6Y/s72-c/muka_hadapan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-8439158799616480645</id><published>2011-11-21T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:42:38.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipating Breaking Dawn - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7hvSMmCmHM/TsnkuoNqg6I/AAAAAAAAAd0/5YXcLdTAedQ/s1600/breaking_dawn_teaser_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677320294997066658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7hvSMmCmHM/TsnkuoNqg6I/AAAAAAAAAd0/5YXcLdTAedQ/s320/breaking_dawn_teaser_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Charlie, I realize that I’ve gone about this out of order. Traditionally, I should have asked you first. I mean no disrespect, but since Bella has already said yes and I don’t want to diminish her choice in the matter, instead of asking you for her hand, I’m asking for your blessing. We’re getting married, Charlie. I love her more than anything in the world, more than my own life, and – by some miracle – she loves me that way, too. Will you give us your blessing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 1, p.15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"For just an instant, listening to the absolute confidence in his voice, I experienced a rare moment of insight. I could see, fleetingly, the way the world looked to him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bella Swan, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 1, p.15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Bella and Edward twirling on their wedding day as I am listening to the wedding version of Iron &amp;amp; Wine's "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIHaNh3jRXg"&gt;Flightless Bird, American Mouth&lt;/a&gt;". The book never mention their wedding song, and there would be no other songs as perfect as "Flightless Bird, American Mouth" for the event. Bella and Edward danced to this song on their prom - it was specifically chosen by Kristen Stewart, so I heard. Bella’s foot was encased in plaster and Edward... I think that was the only prom Edward ever attended. In addition, if you listen to the original version and then the wedding version, you'd sense the transition between Edward and Bella's relationship from "prom" into "wedding". So yes, I agree with Robert Pattinson that Breaking Dawn Part 1 do have Twilight mood in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I’ve been waiting a century to marry you, Miss Swan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 2, p.28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Let me introduce you to my wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 4, p.54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Enjoying the party, Mrs. Cullen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 4, p.55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Edward would officially be a married man. *sigh!*&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't feel that real when it stays in book. Hahaha. My Twilight Saga journey seems to calm down a bit on the wedding day. After 3 books - convincing Edward that "it doesn't matter" even if the lion falls in love with the lamb, crying my heart out over his "no" answer, jumped off the cliff then fly half the world to save him and finally accepting the proposal [that makes me smile the whole season] - my heart can have a rest in Breaking Dawn. It is not easy to handle the rush of feelings... Well, that was before I realized there would be a baby girl involve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to see - there are so many! Splitting Breaking Dawn into two parts is brilliant. It is a long and heavy book. I took extra time to finish it. Because of that, we need Renesmee to cheer up Breaking Dawn Part 2. After all, nobody can escape from her charm ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;So before we get to the toughest part, let's just enjoy the first half of everything:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The "before" car!&lt;br /&gt;- Edward and Bella breaking the wedding news to Charlie&lt;br /&gt;- Bella breaking the wedding news to Renee&lt;br /&gt;- Alice's wedding preparation&lt;br /&gt;- The wedding!&lt;br /&gt;- Pregnant Bella&lt;br /&gt;- Edward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Bella hated her "before" car and misses her truck, human population is awed by it. It is a Mercedes S600 Guard, Bella darling. A Mercedes S600 Guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Burke played his part very well in previous movies. I can't imagine other actor being Charlie. I really want to see Charlie's reaction upon receiving the news. You know, the part when Bella explain how Charlie changes colors. Haha. That scene can be awesome! Other than that, I hope more Charlie - Bella's moments would survive. They were timeless, especially the part when Charlie sits down and realized that Bella's wedding is in few hours... As a clueless parent who love his daughter so much and hating the boyfriend at the same time, handing Bella's hand for marriage is the hardest thing for Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee was portrayed as a teenage-adult all the while. But I was really touched by her response for Bella's decision to marry Edward. I am hoping to see that motherly advice and comfort in Breaking Dawn Part 1. Considering the wedding was number one than boiling live puppies, I think that Renee must have suppressed her intelligence under her childish personality :p And of course I want to see Renee holding on to Phil's arm and holding Charlie's hand while sending Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wedding requires perfection and to have a psychic as your wedding planner is a bonus! Nothing could go wrong in Alice's hands. But any wedding planner would have a hard time working with a bride named Bella. Haha. I expect to have fun watching Alice preparing Bella for her wedding. Imagine her bossing Bella and Charlie to comply with her plan.... actually she'll be bossing everybody. *wink* In the book, Rosalie chip in and help with Bella's hair. I really, really hope they would keep this part and gives Rosalie a chance to make things up with Bella [Yes, this scene made up into the movie! Yeay~].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the important part - the wedding reception. The production must make sure they got this one scene right. The wedding scene - as soon as Bella walk down the stairs until she found Edward and reach the altar - was pictured perfectly in the book. Two major challenges would be to depict the Bella's feeling and mood and to transport the set out from the book into the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Wedding is the most important day for a girl. Bella’s decision to marry Edward Cullen make the day bigger than anything in the world. A girl is letting go everything in her life for one love. Her decision gives a whole new meaning to starting a new life after marriage. They must make us feel the "my world, which had been upside down for so long now, seemed to settle into its proper position" sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to elaborate the honeymoon scene. I am pretty sure people are looking forward for this a little bit too much. And I am damn sure the production team know what they need to do :p So let's skip everything and proceed with pregnant Bella. In the book, this part is seen through Jacob's perception - you're in his head, using his words. Reading through Jacob's is very much interesting, especially his perception towards Edward. Bella sees Edward as her world, but Jacob sees Edward as Edward - the enemy, the one guy who had steal his love and now going to get her killed. For a moment, passing the saga to Jacob seems brilliant. It releases us from all the Bella-Edward-lovey-dovey. For that short moment, we get to see what we never see and we get to understand Jacob more. Should I expect something from this movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Jacob got to share his perception, then it would be great to see the Edward Cullen from Jacob's point of view. Furthermore, it is not only Edward, this is Edward in his most hopeless, lifeless and worst situation. Team Edward would understand it with their soul, but can Team Jacob be fair to this guy? I really hope the production would show something new through Breaking Dawn Part 1. We love Edward, but we want to see more of his side, and Jacob too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting the minutes and seconds for 24th November. Rotten Tomatoes rated Breaking Dawn Part 1 as 28% with "Slow, joyless, and loaded with unintentionally humorous moments, Breaking Dawn Part 1 may satisfy the Twilight faithful, but it's strictly for fans of the franchise" comment. Ya, ya , ya. I can't blame them. Twilight Saga sits in its own class and not many can understand it :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Christina Perri's "Thousand Years" speaks for Bella, I find Sleeping at Last's "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbhSymPWFzY"&gt;Turning Page&lt;/a&gt;" to speak for Edward. So I'm leaving you with the song as I'm getting ready to attend Edward and Bella's wedding reception. Will I see you there? ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I'm dedicating this song to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oppa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. May one day you'll find a girl worth to fall in love to and she'll be the turning page of your life &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning Page&lt;br /&gt;by Sleep at Last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve waited a hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;But I’d wait a million more for you.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing prepared me for&lt;br /&gt;What the privilege of being yours would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had only felt the warmth within your touch,&lt;br /&gt;If I had only seen how you smile when you blush,&lt;br /&gt;Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough,&lt;br /&gt;I would have known what I was living for all along.&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve been living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your love is my turning page&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Where only the sweetest words remain.&lt;br /&gt;Every kiss is a cursive line,&lt;br /&gt;Every touch is a redefining phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender who I’ve been for who you are,&lt;br /&gt;For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.&lt;br /&gt;If I had only felt how it feels to be yours,&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would have known what I’ve been living for all along.&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve been living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we’re tethered to the story we must tell,&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you, well, I knew we’d tell it well.&lt;br /&gt;With a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas.&lt;br /&gt;Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-8439158799616480645?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8439158799616480645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=8439158799616480645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8439158799616480645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8439158799616480645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/11/anticipating-breaking-dawn-part-2.html' title='Anticipating Breaking Dawn - Part 2'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7hvSMmCmHM/TsnkuoNqg6I/AAAAAAAAAd0/5YXcLdTAedQ/s72-c/breaking_dawn_teaser_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-7715394169190723574</id><published>2011-11-17T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T16:09:27.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth to Live Through</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YGNJWaPC_po/TsTBGlORY6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/i47KfmX3zTw/s1600/feet-green-water-environment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675873749209015202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YGNJWaPC_po/TsTBGlORY6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/i47KfmX3zTw/s320/feet-green-water-environment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plato said: "&lt;strong&gt;Courage is knowing what not to fear&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have questions, we demand for clarifications and we have the need to feed the curiosity. But would asking the questions and getting the answers make any difference? Would knowing what we want to know sufficient to our soul? How much would we sacrifice and how far we would risk for an answer? Would it worth losing as much as much it is worth winning? On the other hand, what's wrong with not knowing? What's wrong with not knowing the answer? Everything comes with a price. Are you willing to pay the amount? Can you afford it? Would you even care to check the price tag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a question, if you need a clarification, if you are so curious to know, you must ask yourself - what are you getting from the answer? Take your time to think deeper and more rationale. You need to listen to your heart, but you must use your brain. Some questions are better left unspoken - because it would not make any differences, because you won't be able to accept the answer, because you'll need to risk everything you have, because it is not worth losing or winning. Think - am I prepared for what's coming after this? It is pointless to regret when it is too late. You can't undo what's been said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies are easy to hear, truths are hard to handle. Which one do you prefer? How many of us rather live with lies than to accept the truth? So we say that lies only hurt you, truths kill. But wait until the truth hits you. Truths and lies, live and die... What's the different between living a lie than die?&lt;br /&gt;Truth is more painful than lie and betrayal joined together because we know that is the reality, because it is solid and because we know nothing would change the fact. But truths give us closure. A period. A reason to start a new beginning. To move on. You need to finish a chapter to complete a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always prepare yourself for the worst case scenario. You must know your limit. Are you strong enough? Decide when you are done with your reasoning. Not before you're clear about everything. Don't step forward into a game you know you can't survive. Love yourself and consider the people who care about you. Never participate in a suicidal mission. Do not be an idiot who breakdown meaninglessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An anonymous said: "&lt;strong&gt;Being strong does not mean avoiding the truth. It means accepting it, learning about it, and dealing with it head on&lt;/strong&gt;". So no matter how rough life is, no matter how hurt you are, no matter how unpleasant things are, be strong. If you stumble, get up and continue walking. Take your time to accept the hard times, learn from life and deal with whatever challenges you might have in life. If it going to be tough, makes sure it is worth to live through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-7715394169190723574?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/7715394169190723574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=7715394169190723574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7715394169190723574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7715394169190723574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/11/worth-to-live-through.html' title='Worth to Live Through'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YGNJWaPC_po/TsTBGlORY6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/i47KfmX3zTw/s72-c/feet-green-water-environment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-4338948363022155491</id><published>2011-11-07T13:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:24:14.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipating Breaking Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9jCxUnX0pms/Trdp90_jVMI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ak6UEqcB0ec/s1600/03_invitation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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 mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The most anticipated wedding is just around the corner! I am frustrated for not being able to join Esme and Renee for the wedding preparation. And I am mostly sad to let Alice have all the fun by herself :p What can I say… life is a little bit too busy lately. I don’t even get the chance to follow on the progress of the movie – I don’t know the gossips or the hot stuff. I am the worst Twilighters. Sigh~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally, this is coming to an end – the good end. We are going to see what we’ve been imagining all this while – the wedding dress, the old comb, the wedding reception, Alice’s dress, Isle Esme… And with the confirmation of Rob and Kristen’s relationship, there are so much more to anticipate!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Writing this entry with Christina Perri’s “A Thousand Years” playing on the background, I have to say that Twilight is no longer about a charming vampire name Edward and a clumsy human girl named Bella falling in love with each other. It is funny when after all these years, my perception has changed. I too had fall in love with Edward. But the more I read, the more I watch, the more I see that it is all about a woman’s decision.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have the same question as Edward had few years back – how can Bella be too sure about their relationship? How can she just made up her mind to trade off everything and go against the whole world? Love is not the answer, even for an Edward. We made stupid and reckless decision in the name love… but it is the why part that we can’t explain. We feel it and hope that others will eventually understand the feeling.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I have died everyday waiting for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Darling don't be afraid I have loved you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For a thousand years&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love you for a thousand more”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A woman’s heart is not something you can learn from books or psychology theories. She has her own mind. She doesn’t do stupid stuff unless she can reason it well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“And all along I believed I would find you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time has brought your heart to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have loved you for a thousand years&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love you for a thousand more”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some of us are characters from books; some of us are just readers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rtOvBOTyX00" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A Thousand Years&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By Christina Perri&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Heartbeats fast&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Colors and promises&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How to be brave&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How can I love when I'm afraid to fall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But watching you stand alone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One step closer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have died everyday waiting for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Darling don't be afraid I have loved you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For a thousand years&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love you for a thousand more&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time stands still&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Beauty in all she is&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will be brave&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will not let anything take away&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What's standing in front of me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every breath&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every hour has come to this&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One step closer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have died everyday waiting for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Darling don't be afraid I have loved you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For a thousand years&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love you for a thousand more&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And all along I believed I would find you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time has brought your heart to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have loved you for a thousand years&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love you for a thousand more&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One step closer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One step closer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have died everyday waiting for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Darling don't be afraid I have loved you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For a thousand years&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love you for a thousand more&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And all along I believed I would find you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time has brought your heart to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have loved you for a thousand years&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love you for a thousand more&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-4338948363022155491?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/4338948363022155491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=4338948363022155491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4338948363022155491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4338948363022155491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/11/anticipating-breaking-dawn.html' title='Anticipating Breaking Dawn'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9jCxUnX0pms/Trdp90_jVMI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ak6UEqcB0ec/s72-c/03_invitation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-8186562230201388325</id><published>2011-11-04T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:25:27.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Women We Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FXBqSguwvIk" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song entitles "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FXBqSguwvIk&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage"&gt;Women I Love&lt;/a&gt;" by Zain Bhikha.&lt;br /&gt;It is such a lovely song. It touches my heart and made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;Women are love as a mother, a wife, a daughter and a sister. No matter how independent and strong we are, women are still delicate creature - like a fragile butterfly. And all a woman need is a guy in this song. A guy who understand that women are gift from Allah. A guy who would love, value, and cherish his mother, his wife, his daughter and his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you've heard this - when you're looking for a future husband, pay attention to how he value his mother. If he treats his mother well, then he is a good guy. If he doesn't, then you know... I truly agree with that statement. Why? Because I could not imagine what kind of guy that did not value a woman who gave birth to him. If he can't appreciate his mother, what is the guarantee that he would appreciate a wife and a daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, some of you might find the statement unfair. But wouldn't you want to sleep better at night, knowing that your sister and daughter are in good hands? Be the guy you would want your sister and daughter to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best appreciation a guy could give to a woman is by being grateful and by thanking Allah for giving him the woman in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FXBqSguwvIk&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage"&gt;Women I Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By Zain Bhikha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as, I remember&lt;br /&gt;You were there for me&lt;br /&gt;A young woman, growing older&lt;br /&gt;But always mum to me&lt;br /&gt;My heaven lies under your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I look at you and there's a few more, wrinkles and lines&lt;br /&gt;But I still see the same beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts to know someday the light will fade from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cos you're the woman I love&lt;br /&gt;You're the woman I love, my mother&lt;br /&gt;You're the woman I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life just passes by&lt;br /&gt;a fragile butterfly&lt;br /&gt;I thank Allah to have you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed my heart beat, a little faster&lt;br /&gt;The day I held your hand&lt;br /&gt;We were young then, learning together&lt;br /&gt;To love and understand,&lt;br /&gt;You helped me to be who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after all these years, I look at you, my beautiful bride&lt;br /&gt;My whole life is right there in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And Allah allows me every day to wake up with your smile&lt;br /&gt;‘cos you’re the woman I love&lt;br /&gt;You're the woman I love, my wife&lt;br /&gt;You're the woman I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life just passes by&lt;br /&gt;a fragile butterfly&lt;br /&gt;I thank Allah to have you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I, describe the feeling&lt;br /&gt;of holding you that day&lt;br /&gt;From the moment, of your first breath&lt;br /&gt;You stole my heart away,&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing about you I’d change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will stand by you, as you spread your wings, in this great big world&lt;br /&gt;But you’ll always be my little girl&lt;br /&gt;And I pray Allah will keep me by your side long enough for you to learn&lt;br /&gt;That you’re the woman I love&lt;br /&gt;You're the woman I love, my daughter&lt;br /&gt;You're the woman I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos Life will pass us by&lt;br /&gt;you are my fragile butterfly&lt;br /&gt;I thank Allah to have you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest blessing&lt;br /&gt;That I have&lt;br /&gt;Are the women in my life…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-8186562230201388325?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8186562230201388325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=8186562230201388325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8186562230201388325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8186562230201388325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/11/women-we-love.html' title='The Women We Love'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FXBqSguwvIk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-7351672835812868798</id><published>2011-11-02T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:33:28.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penghujung Pencarian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.travelblissful.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/438599_13338866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.travelblissful.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/438599_13338866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If someone wants to be a part of your life, they'll make an effort to be in it. So don't bother reserving a space in your heart for someone who doesn't make an effort to stay."&lt;br /&gt;(Credit to Lovely Afifah for her ever inspiring FB status)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam sangat suka lagu "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIB1ToRrxLk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Penghujung Cintaku&lt;/a&gt;" ni ^_____^ Jadi entri kali ni ditujukan khas kepada semua yang telah tiba di penghujung mencari cinta; iaitu perkahwinan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like this song so much because of "tiba diriku di penghujung mencari cinta" phrase. We talk more about first love, we want to experience the first love, we value first love more than anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody can have that first love. I'm done with it :p&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang, aku cuma mahu jadi penghujung pencarian cinta seseorang ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LIB1ToRrxLk" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIB1ToRrxLk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Penghujung Cintaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pasha ft. Adel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berakhir sudah pencarian cintaku&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa ini tak lagi sepi, hati ini tlah ada yang miliki&lt;br /&gt;Tiba diriku di penghujung mencari cinta&lt;br /&gt;Diri ini tak lagi sepi, kini aku tak sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan menikahimu, aku akan menjagamu&lt;br /&gt;Ku kan selalu di sisimu seumur hidupmu&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan menyayangimu, ku kan setia kepadamu&lt;br /&gt;Ku kan selalu di sisimu seumur hidupmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba diriku di penghujung mencari cinta&lt;br /&gt;Hati ini tak lagi sepi, kini aku tak sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan menyayangimu, ku kan setia kepadamu (kepadamu)&lt;br /&gt;Ku kan selalu di sisimu seumur hidupmu&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan menikahimu, oh aku akan menjagamu&lt;br /&gt;Ku kan selalu di sisimu seumur hidupmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku kan selalu di sisimu seumur hidupmu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-7351672835812868798?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/7351672835812868798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=7351672835812868798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7351672835812868798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7351672835812868798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/11/penghujung-pencarian.html' title='Penghujung Pencarian'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LIB1ToRrxLk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-1467532314670372479</id><published>2011-10-31T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:46:41.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another End</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we don’t get what we want, always remember that we ALWAYS get what we NEED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st October 2011, the last day of Q4'11. The end of one busy and hectic quarter - it's the end of FY'11. Pheww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waaa-chaaaa!"&lt;br /&gt;Finally done with the White Belt project - successfully submitted! This is the first time I really work on the slides and I am proud of myself ^____^ I'd like to thank Puan Lili for giving me the opportunity to join this project and for trusting me to do the documentation. And special thank to Hajjah Latifah for her guidance and patience - without her, we would be floating in a wide ocean ;) hehehe~ What we need is just one chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take the Opportunity!"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, what we need is just one chance - to see and to show what we can do. I was given a fair opportunity and I am glad that I took it. This is the time to ask: If I could, would I do it my best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gwaenchanseumnida"&lt;br /&gt;As my diary run out of pages, I bought a new one. I feel almost impatient to start writing in the new diary. I thought, if only life is as easy as that - when all you have is a melodrama, stop it, burn it and begin with new story. If only. Running away did not solve anything. Sooner or later we will have to face it. Why wait if you can get it done now? Maybe you need some space - to breathe or incubate the problem. But don't make it forever. The more you wait, the more you're losing your luck.&lt;br /&gt;Starting a new diary (or tearing off the pages) will not undo what had happened. What's written is written. What's been said has been said. Be reasonable and don't lose your marble. The events in our life have the ability to change who we are. And the only thing life should do is to make us be a better and stronger person... not the opposite. Good times will come and go. Hard times will come to an end. If you can be patient, you'll see that you can make it through. No matter how hard, no matter how hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tick-tock-tick-tock"&lt;br /&gt;It's already end of October. 2 months more before 2012. 2 more months being a 28 year old pretty woman :P This year feel long yet time move so fast.&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing when you feel time move faster around you. That mean you have utilized every second you have. I like it that way. Not that I dislike having extra time. It's not how much time you have, but how you spent it. Extra time is still useless if it is waste on something unworthy. Being busy is good. Being too busy, on the other hand, is bad for your health. It is weird, but being busy most of the time is a blessing for me. When I am busy with real stuff, I don't have time to spend worrying un-real stuff. Get the point? ^_____^ Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The broken clock is a comfort&lt;br /&gt;It helps me sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it can stop tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;From stealing all my time&lt;br /&gt;I am here still waiting&lt;br /&gt;Though I still have my doubts&lt;br /&gt;I am damaged at best&lt;br /&gt;Like you've already figured out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-1467532314670372479?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/1467532314670372479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=1467532314670372479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/1467532314670372479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/1467532314670372479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-end.html' title='Another End'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-3945202127668068870</id><published>2011-10-21T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T17:03:22.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Words Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"And words are all I have&lt;br /&gt;To take you heart away...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you mean and mean what you say. That is my policy. I feel that it is a waste of breath to say something you never mean and I do have issue with people who say stuff they never really mean. Big issue, huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of my assassination list is the people who is totally aware that they don't mean a crap of what they say and they say it just for their own convenient. They are the manipulator. If sugar is sweet, they are far sweeter than that. Insulin can't neutralize them. They can easily deny whatever said and call it a misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next - a type of human being who is brave enough to say something, to provoke or to give hints, and but later become a coward over their own words. This kind of people usually doesn’t explain - they don't say that it was a misunderstood; they don't even say that they mean no harm. They made it like that nothing happened and just turn around 180 degrees and started to use different term and vocabulary with you - maybe one day you'll get their point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is a kind of people who fail to evaluate the choice of words/phrase they use onto others and the possible outcome. Their words flow like a waterfall and hit everything in the way. When the response received is pleasing, they feel lucky. But when the response is not per expected, they say they never mean any harm. Bla, bla, bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't become the man of your words, then it would be the best to be silent ('man' referring to 'human'). Even Prophet Muhammad said so. You can't imagine how much damage words can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-3945202127668068870?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3945202127668068870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=3945202127668068870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3945202127668068870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3945202127668068870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/10/words-words-words.html' title='Words Words Words'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-8698465220199665855</id><published>2011-09-25T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T20:30:40.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4WaWaAMOl0/TfDZh0xRUhI/AAAAAAAAALM/EJ5cHizbCEA/s1600/balance.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4WaWaAMOl0/TfDZh0xRUhI/AAAAAAAAALM/EJ5cHizbCEA/s1600/balance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Assalamualaikum, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;While watching "Eat, Pray, Love", I thought I have never find myself so trap that I need to travel around the world in search for peace. I mean I do travel. But I travel towards family and friends, not opposite of them. Family and friends are my source of energy. They keep me balanced. I don't know what will happen without them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Being around them (family and friends) reminded me to people who treasure me; sincerely need me in their life and relying on me. They remind me that as much as I want to give up living and break down alone in a corner, I have people and hearts to consider. I have responsibility to fulfill. And the most important thing - I already have the greatest love of the world. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Let's forget the sadness in our heart. Put a period into it. Life is an adventure and let’s takes this challenge. If you can't stay, if you can't find the exit door here, find Liz in yourself and go further in your search. Never ever give up. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note: Find HIM, you'll find your balance. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Wassalam.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-8698465220199665855?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8698465220199665855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=8698465220199665855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8698465220199665855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8698465220199665855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/09/searching-for-balance.html' title='Searching for Balance'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4WaWaAMOl0/TfDZh0xRUhI/AAAAAAAAALM/EJ5cHizbCEA/s72-c/balance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-896095341685692428</id><published>2011-09-25T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T02:24:10.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.everydaypeoplecartoons.com/cartoons/413-therapy%20cartoon.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 412px;" src="http://www.everydaypeoplecartoons.com/cartoons/413-therapy%20cartoon.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Assalamualaikum, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;One of the ways to handle messiness in life is by organizing anything tangible around it. It is better compare to retail therapy (which can make you broke) or comfort food (which can make you fat). I need fresh air for my mind to works at maximum speed and to get fresh air, I need a very clear, organized and clean space. I could not think properly in topsy-turvy environment. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;This is similar to Kinki in "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Needing_You..."&gt;Needing You..&lt;/a&gt;." or Elizabeth Egan in "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/If_You_Could_See_Me_Now_(Cecelia_Ahern_novel)"&gt;If You Could See Me Now&lt;/a&gt;". Both Kinki and Elizabeth have the tendency to deal with their life issue by scrubbing the floor and rearranging their stuff. When I 'meet' Kinki, I am too young to have issue in my life and when I bump into Elizabeth, I already have too many issue to deal with :p I like the metaphor behind this act. Life is messy, so we arrange it. Life is stuffy, so we clear it. Life is too much on you, you scrub it sparkly clean! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Any therapy - going for [window]shopping, eating our favorite food, cleaning the house, making crafts, going for a walk, sleep, etc. - are an initiative to unconsciously motivate ourselves and to ease the clogging veins and twisted nerves. It symbolized control - when we're dealing (or fire-fighting) with stuff we don't have control on. The idea is to make aware that life is not totally suck, and there are parts of it that we can hold in our hands. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Life is challenging but there's always an exit door. Giving up will not solve anything, in fact it could kill your soul. Keep on fighting! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Note: I feel like scrubbing all surfaces until they sparkle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Wassalam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-896095341685692428?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/896095341685692428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=896095341685692428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/896095341685692428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/896095341685692428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/09/therapy.html' title='Therapy'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-4249351394520353780</id><published>2011-09-16T03:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T03:39:27.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Although...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/b/0/0/4f/8/AAAAC-4SVVMAAAAAAE-E3Q.jpg?v=1243633395000" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/b/0/0/4f/8/AAAAC-4SVVMAAAAAAE-E3Q.jpg?v=1243633395000" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Assalamualaikum, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Our heart always has something that she desires. But we don't usually get what we want. Instead, we get what we need. And, what we want is not necessarily what we need. It could get twisted there and when it does, it gives our heart a hard time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;The hardest part is to see it coming and to accept the fact that you are not getting what you expect to get. The second hardest thing is to let it go. They say it all started with a dream, but sometime we would wish to have never fallen asleep... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Now that would be a silly mistake. Instead of wishing the past never happen, it is better to focus on what's happening today. The future is not ours to see. So we should use every precious time we plan to spend worrying about future, by living well and by putting effort for a better tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;The constant pain, the uneasy feeling, the heartbreak, it will eventually subside and will go away. What's not ours is not ours. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. Accept it and move on. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Wassalam.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-4249351394520353780?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/4249351394520353780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=4249351394520353780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4249351394520353780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4249351394520353780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/09/although.html' title='Although...'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-8930663489450087139</id><published>2011-09-12T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T03:48:42.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Hujan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chasetaylorinc.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/umbrella-sky.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=360" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://chasetaylorinc.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/umbrella-sky.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=360" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hujan lebat malam tadi buat aku teringatkan Tok dan kehidupan ketika di kampung, Kedai Empat. Rumah tempat aku dibesarkan adalah sebuah rumah pusaka dengan suasana kampung. Bukan macam rumah kampung sekarang yang bersuasana moden, laman rumah Tok tidak diturap. It's dirt. Kalau berhadapan dengan musim hujan, ataupun hujan sepanjang minggu, pasti halaman rumah jadi becak / lecak ('lecah' mengikut setempat). Jadi papan-papan disusun dari tangga rumah merentasi kawasan tengah halaman ke kawasan yang lebih kering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa bersekolah rendah aku menaiki basikal. Biasanya bila sampai ke sekolah mesti ada kesan lumpur di mana-mana bahagian baju aku. Pernah juga gara-gara tergopoh-gapah, terus slide dengan basikal ke dalam lumpur. Hahahaha. Kemudian bila bersekolah menengah, lain pula ceritanya... Masalahnya sekarang ialah kasut sekolah aku selalu comot dengan lumpur. Tok selalu kata aku ni cemerkap dan tidak hati-hati melintasi titi di tengah halaman. Sebagai penyelesaian, setiap kali hujan, kasut sekolah yang aku pakai akan dibalut dengan beg plastik. Ala-ala masuk makmal~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil mendengar bunyi hujan yang kian lebat, hati terasa sayu... Sejak Mak meninggal dan sejak tinggal berasingan dengan Tok, hidup terasa sunyi seolah-olah bersendirian. Hidup sekadar rutin dan tanggungjawab. Tiada yang kurang, cuma ada yang kehilangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a home, a place where my heart can go home to rest... And without both of them, or one of them, I feel like I have nowhere to go... There's no home~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-8930663489450087139?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8930663489450087139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=8930663489450087139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8930663489450087139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8930663489450087139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/09/cerita-hujan.html' title='Cerita Hujan'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-5485332388738299041</id><published>2011-09-01T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T01:10:17.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perutusan Aidilfitri 1432H</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bDK8lWfpbqE/Tl5qxzKNrgI/AAAAAAAAAdU/rWts2aXIupI/s1600/285905_10150287904324444_564459443_7589414_4687359_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; 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&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assalamualaikum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bismillahhirrahmanirrahim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alhamdulillahhirabbil'alamin&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Semoga Allah pertemukan kita dengan Ramadhan yang seterusnya....&lt;/p&gt; 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56)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah itu milik Allah. Hatta Rasulullah sendiri meminta kepada Allah, apatah lagi kita... Aku jadi risau melihat komen-komen serta kecaman sesama umat Islam sejak akhir-akhir ini. Memanglah, hati dan mata sakit. Memanglah, kita yang tahu perlu untuk menyampaikan kepada yang kurang tahu, lebih lagi kepada yang tidak tahu. Kita menyampaikan kekecewaan, kita memberi teguran. Tapi semuanya ada cara yang lebih baik dari sudut pandangan Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila seorang hamba Allah lain tidak mengamalkan cara hidup Islam, sepatutnya kita fikirkan kemungkinan dan bukan terus menjatuhkan hukuman. Boleh jadi sipolan tidak mendapat didikan agama yang menjadi haknya. Boleh jadi juga Allah mengujinya dengan jalan yang berliku-liku, supaya sipolan menjadi hambaNya yang lebih baik. Boleh jadi sipolan memang tidak sedar akan kejahilannya. Boleh jadi juga sipolan itu satu ujian untuk kita – provokasi supaya kita berfikir. Ada pelbagai kemungkinan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segalanya datang bersama ujian. Hidup ini juga satu ujian. Setiap dari kita diuji dengan pelbagai cara yang berbeza dan setiap dariNya adalah penuh hikmah dan sesuai dengan kemampuan kita. Ilmu yang kita ada pun satu ujian untuk kita. Layakkah kita memalukan, menjatuhkan maruah, dan menghakimi sesama manusia dengan ilmu milik Allah - bila kita juga hanyalah seorang hamba? Dakwah perlu berhikmah dan kekerasan jika tidak kena pada caranya, tidak menyampaikan sebarang kebaikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringatkan doa Rasullah: &lt;em&gt;“Ya Allah, muliakanlah Islam dengan salah seorang dari dua Umar; dengan Umar Al-Khathab atau dengan Amr bin Hisham (Abu Jahal).” (HR At-Tirmidzi).&lt;/em&gt; Lalu Allah mengabulkan doa Baginda dengan keislaman Umar Al-Khattab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentangan terhadap Islam dan isu akhlak pada awal perjuangan Islam lebih hebat dan dasyat daripada yang kita lihat hari ini. Tapi Rasulullah tidak pernah memberikan komen-komen yang merendahkan sesiapapun. Malah Rasulullah mendoakan semoga mereka beroleh hidayah Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa salahnya kita pun mencontohi Rasulullah... Daripada kita mencemuh, lebih baik kita mendoakan semoga mereka dan diri kita juga beroleh hidayah Allah. Hidayah Allah itu amat besar dan Allah itu Maha Pengampun. Selagi belum ajal, tiada apa yang pasti. Dan kita akan diuji dengan apa yang kita katakan dan apa yang kita tuliskan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Sebagai ingatan kepada diri sendiri... Semoga hati berhenti membenci dan mencaci... Semoga sipolan yang Allah uji dengan kepintaran dan bakat, kembali mencintaiNya dan berbakti ke jalan dakwah. Amiin. ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&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/1210924605490693606-5940145315049866991?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/5940145315049866991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=5940145315049866991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5940145315049866991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5940145315049866991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/08/mencari-hidayah.html' title='Mencari Hidayah'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-7238693537504490047</id><published>2011-08-22T12:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T00:52:51.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yongseo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jung Yonghwa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seohyun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banmal Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goguma Couple'/><title type='text'>Our Yongseo/Goguma Couple~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dbVeXX01_wc/TlHh3Bp2YTI/AAAAAAAAAdE/E8DqWtTqFXc/s1600/20110821_seohyun_yonghwa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643540143524962610" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dbVeXX01_wc/TlHh3Bp2YTI/AAAAAAAAAdE/E8DqWtTqFXc/s320/20110821_seohyun_yonghwa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The long awaited and most anticipated reunion ever - Jung Yonghwa and Seohyun - finally sang their &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1OnEQSQYPo"&gt;Banmal Song&lt;/a&gt; together! My heart not just skip a beat or two, she jumps out of my chest. I was all nervous for my coming presentation this Wednesday, but the moment I watch the videos, everything seems a-okay. Their memories still bring good things in my life ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is heart crushing to see Yong and Hyun positioned so far from each other and took until the end of the song to be together. The production team really know how tease the fans. Hate you guys for that :P The moment they walk down the stairs, we can hear the audiences' enthusiast scream. It is very much understandable that we are all ache to see them together one more time. So when Yong and Hyun finally walk towards each other and hold hands, everything feels perfect. We even love the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4tZfpZkXFo"&gt;bumping-each-other&lt;/a&gt; scene at the end of the performance ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody notice their awkwardness. This is Yonghwa and Seohyun we are talking about. Of course they would show awkwardness especially after their separation. And Yonghwa did shout "saranghae" and we can hear the sincerity sang throughout the song ^____^ Of course the song is sincere, we know the story~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yonghwa and Seohyun is a sweet couple. Their wedding announcement would be the happiest news ever for the fans. But they are idols and We Got Married is just a show. Let's just be one of the Goguma Villagers and let us keep their sweet relationship forever there, shall we? ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Yonghwa, Banmal Song is your masterpiece, so far~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banmal Song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Jung Yonghwa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day when I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;Your bright smile full of shyness&lt;br /&gt;we’ll get closer after today&lt;br /&gt;Every day, I have heart-fluttering expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to say to you&lt;br /&gt;How to get you to laugh&lt;br /&gt;I fear it’ll get awkward when I try to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is smile shyly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we can speak banmal to each other&lt;br /&gt;Even though it’s still awkward and unfamiliar&lt;br /&gt;Instead of saying ‘thank you’&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me in a friendlier way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we can speak banmal to each other&lt;br /&gt;You walk towards me slowly, step by step&lt;br /&gt;Now look at my two eyes and tell me&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day when I held your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt my heart stop beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don’t even remember what I said&lt;br /&gt;All I feel is a flutter in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we can speak banmal to each other&lt;br /&gt;Even though it’s still awkward and unfamiliar&lt;br /&gt;Instead of saying ‘thank you’&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me in a friendlier way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we can speak banmal to each other&lt;br /&gt;You walk towards me slowly, step by step&lt;br /&gt;Now look at my two eyes and tell me&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we can fall in love with each other&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never let go of your two hands from my grasp&lt;br /&gt;The light of your eyes, gazing at me&lt;br /&gt;I hope there will only be joyful smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can probably fall in love with each other&lt;br /&gt;We can lean on one another and take care of each other&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes, my two eyes&lt;br /&gt;They’re talking to you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-7238693537504490047?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/7238693537504490047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=7238693537504490047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7238693537504490047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7238693537504490047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-yongseogoguma-couple.html' title='Our Yongseo/Goguma Couple~'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dbVeXX01_wc/TlHh3Bp2YTI/AAAAAAAAAdE/E8DqWtTqFXc/s72-c/20110821_seohyun_yonghwa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-4328049822920604769</id><published>2011-08-19T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T09:06:23.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend, I Miss You!</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to dedicate below song to all my friends. I am not sure whether any of them read my blog, but if they do, I'd like to convey how precious they are to me. Thank you, for being there for me in my best or worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a little distance started to form between us. We are too busy sorting our life with so limited time and too many parties to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how less the time we spent together,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how busy we are even for a SMS,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how occupied we are even for exchanged of news,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how bad we fight,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how we don't talk anymore,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happen,&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'll always have each other~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count On Me&lt;br /&gt;by Bruno Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea&lt;br /&gt;I'll sail the world to find you&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the light to guide you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out what we're made of&lt;br /&gt;What we are called to help our friends in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me like one, two, three&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there and I know when I need it&lt;br /&gt;I can count on you like four, three, two&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be there 'cause that's what friends&lt;br /&gt;Are supposed to do, oh yeah, ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you toss and you turn and you just can't fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing a song beside you&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I will remind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out what we're made of&lt;br /&gt;What we are called to help our friends in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me like one, two, three&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there and I know when I need it&lt;br /&gt;I can count on you like four, three, two&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be there 'cause that's what friends&lt;br /&gt;Are supposed to do, oh yeah, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always have my shoulder when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let go, never say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me like one, two, three&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there and I know when I need it&lt;br /&gt;I can count on you like four, three, two&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be there 'cause that's what friends&lt;br /&gt;Are supposed to do, oh yeah, ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me 'cause I can count on you&lt;br /&gt;&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/1210924605490693606-4328049822920604769?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/4328049822920604769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=4328049822920604769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4328049822920604769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4328049822920604769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-friend-i-miss-you.html' title='My Friend, I Miss You!'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-6343138896709294542</id><published>2011-08-16T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T14:52:31.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dari Waheeda</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Assalamulaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tersentuh hati membaca kisah Waheeda di bawah. Alhamdulillah, Allah beri jalan keluar untuk Waheeda dan pendidikan untuk kita semua. Hal agama bukan hal yang boleh kita ambil remeh. Kita mesti sentiasa bersedia memperjuangkan dan mempertahankan agama. Jangan beri peluang untuk dihinjak-hinjak. Jangan takut dan gentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila berada dalam sesuatu keadaan membuatkan hati kita tidak tenang, itu maknanya kita berada dalam keadaan yang tidak mendapat keredhaan Allah. Kalau kita memang tahu kita berada dalam keadaan yang serba tidak kena, dan kita mahu untuk meninggalkan keadaan tersebut, berdoalah dan mintalah kepada Allah peluang, kemudahan serta kekuatan untuk berhijrah. Bila sampai peluangnya, ambil. Jangan bertangguh lagi. Kerana bila Allah dah lorongkan kita ke arah kebaikan, ertinya Allah buka jalan untuk kita menghampiriNya setapak lagi... Terimalah dengan syukur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Allah berikan hidayah dan bukakan jalan seluas-luasnya untuk berubah ke arah kebaikan dan mengEsakanNya... Amiin. Didoakan semoga lebih ramai lagi yang mendapat hidayah daripada Ya Khaliq dan dipermudahkan untuk kekal dalam istiqamah. Amiin. Dan semoga Allah pelihara kita daripada riak dan tinggi diri. Amiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Semoga Allah beri keinsafan dan hidayah kepada hamba Allah yang Waheeda sebutkan sengaja membatalkan wuduknya tu. ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautifulnara.com/sukar-wuduk-solat-dalam-dunia-hiburan-waheeda/"&gt;http://beautifulnara.com/sukar-wuduk-solat-dalam-dunia-hiburan-waheeda/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautifulnara.com/tidak-mahu-bersolat-bergembira-pada-waktu-yang-sama-waheeda/"&gt;http://beautifulnara.com/tidak-mahu-bersolat-bergembira-pada-waktu-yang-sama-waheeda/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&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/1210924605490693606-6343138896709294542?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/6343138896709294542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=6343138896709294542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/6343138896709294542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/6343138896709294542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/08/dari-waheeda.html' title='Dari Waheeda'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-5150848300098621406</id><published>2011-08-15T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T09:39:03.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yang Bernama Insan</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejahat-jahat manusia sekalipun, jangan sampai syirik kepada Allah, jangan menggadai akidah dan iman serta jangan menjual agama. Ketika Islam mendapat tentangan daripada kaum Musyrikin, ramai yang sanggup Syahid daripada mengalah dan kembali menyembah berhala. Mereka ini Syahid mempertahankan akidah dan iman walaupun diseksa dengan kejam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi istighfar adalah jawapan yang terbaik bila akidah dan iman diletakkan setara dengan tapak kaki oleh segelintir umat Islam, untuk sesuatu yang sudah jelas ada jalan lain... Walaupun perit kita nak terima, mereka ini bukan untuk dicemuh, bukan untuk dikecam. Sepatutnya kita simpati, empati dan doakan mereka. Ingat, kita ni pun bila-bila masa je boleh diuji... Semoga Allah jauhkan hati kita dari riak dengan ilmu Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita ni pun perlu mohon keampunan kepada Allah kerana mereka ni tanggungjawab kita yang tahu. Berdakwah tu tanggungjawab setiap yang bernama Islam, perlu berpesan-pesan, perlu meyampaikan walaupun satu ayat. Sebab kita tak beri didikan, sebab kita tidak prihatin, sebab kita suka menghukum, sebab kita tak bersabar dan tidak beri peluang - wujud kebarangkalian perkara macam ni terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuba fikir, apa yang akan Rasulullah lakukan dalam berdepan dengan kes macam ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Teringatkan Asiyah, Masyitah, Keluarga Yasir dan Bilal bin Rabah***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&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/1210924605490693606-5150848300098621406?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/5150848300098621406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=5150848300098621406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5150848300098621406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5150848300098621406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/08/yang-bernama-insan.html' title='Yang Bernama Insan'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-5842508129227353833</id><published>2011-08-12T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T14:10:27.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merawat Hati Yang Kehilangan</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam Jumaat.&lt;br /&gt;Berikut diambil daripada penulisan Ustaz Pahrol yang bertajuk “Andai Dia Pergi Dulu Sebelummu.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Andai dia pergi dulu sebelum mu, sibuklah diri mu. Beribadahlah sehingga kau letih untuk merasa sedih. Gembirakanlah hati mu dengan menggembirakan orang lain. Carilah peluang kebajikan dan kebaikan yang bertaburan. Bila sesekali kesedihan datang tanpa diundang, berwuduk dan bacalah Al Quran. Dirikanlah solat, sesungguhnya solat itu satu kerehatan. Begitulah setiap kali Rasulullah SAW bila terasa gundah… diadukan kesedihan kepada Allah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Andai dia pergi dulu sebelum mu, bisikan ke dalam hati mu yang paling dalam. Dia bukan milik ku. Dan aku pun bukan miliknya. Pemilik segala ialah Al Malik. DIAlah yang memiliki dan menguasai segala-galanya. Pada kita hanya amanah, sampai masanya terpaksa diserah. Jangan ada rasa dimiliki, dan jangan ada rasa memiliki. Bila terasa sepi, jangan katakan aku sepi… tapi katakan pada ku sentiasa ada pemerhati."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to: &lt;a href="http://genta-rasa.com/2011/07/23/andai-dia-pergi-dulu-sebelum-mu/#more-1464"&gt;http://genta-rasa.com/2011/07/23/andai-dia-pergi-dulu-sebelum-mu/#more-1464&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kita sama-sama belajar menerima kehilangan dengan hati yang redha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1210924605490693606-5842508129227353833?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/5842508129227353833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=5842508129227353833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5842508129227353833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5842508129227353833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/08/merawat-hati-yang-kehilangan.html' title='Merawat Hati Yang Kehilangan'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-9106467069812261766</id><published>2011-08-10T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T12:21:59.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were on our way to buy cooking stuff when she jumped over the Iftar buffet promotion hangin outside a restaurant. Right there and then, it felt so wrong. Can it be, somewhere between the lines, we have misunderstood the objective of Ramadhan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan is not about food, it's not about eating. Ramadhan is about not eating, it’s about eating less. Ramadhan is about resisting over temptations and for us to reflect. It is to teach us to be grateful and to build empathy within ourselves - this is what famine feels. It is to remind us that the thirst in Mahsyar is greater than what we feel during fasting. I got a feeling that, if a child is ask about the meaning of Ramadhan, the child might answer that Ramadhan is a month full of food, rare special food. So I personally find banquet festivals should not be the main topic during Ramadhan. Instead, the trend is bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are saying that it is to show our appreciation and to welcome Ramadhan. Did any of us ever think that Rasulullah cheer Ramadhan with less food and more ibadah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah…&lt;br /&gt;Let's think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1210924605490693606-9106467069812261766?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/9106467069812261766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=9106467069812261766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/9106467069812261766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/9106467069812261766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-ramadhan.html' title='Oh Ramadhan'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-4642404440704828136</id><published>2011-08-08T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:59:33.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious Driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638314323142395842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-oxSBVZbHc/Tj9RAPrmR8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/zMLVDBzdSU0/s320/DSC02724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity kills a cat.&lt;br /&gt;Curious driver cause traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;A bad one :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all drivers know exactly what I mean. That is, if you falls in the less curious group. Don't we hate to be stuck in a traffic jam, wondering what had happened, only to found out later that the scene already moved and you are wasting your time tailing over curious-slow drivers. Hah. Annoying, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the curious drivers, who might think they are being caring, please stop it. If you are that curious, you might want to properly stop your car and offer the help. Staring didn't do much. If you only want to know, well, that's why we have reporters and media. Daa! Get going and have the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunate events do not require audience. Please show some respect. What would you feel if people are doing that to the unfortunate you, glaring and staring and taking pictures? Like I said, if you want to help, then help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, pissed off, again, in another series of Penang Bridge traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-4642404440704828136?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/4642404440704828136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=4642404440704828136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4642404440704828136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4642404440704828136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/08/curious-driver.html' title='Curious Driver'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-oxSBVZbHc/Tj9RAPrmR8I/AAAAAAAAAc8/zMLVDBzdSU0/s72-c/DSC02724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-7733832909192477056</id><published>2011-08-05T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T11:49:22.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/cute_mom_will_work_for_cupcakes_apron-p154117743168637457q6wc_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/cute_mom_will_work_for_cupcakes_apron-p154117743168637457q6wc_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Mak last night. Really, really miss her. I am not usually melancholy over missing her, but there are times when I became aware of her presence and her lost. It's like when you never had small fights, and then it will be a huge fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is another Ramadhan without her. I'm missing, we're missing her cooking. Mak usually will make time to cook this one dish for sahur - deep fried anchovies with potatoes in sambal. Nyum nyum! It's just a simple dish, but requires patience and time and determination. I hate the part where everything needs to be slowly deep fried. Tedious! I don't know how Mak can cope with that. Maybe to prepare something that her fussy children would eat was her motivation... Because we always steal the anchovies and potatoes, the output usually half of the input :P Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memory of Mak always motivates me in family related matter. She makes me want to devote more to my family and to start my own family. The latter always resonate more. I want to have my own family. One thing that I learn from Mak, keeping together a family is tough. But if we determine to make it work, it will work, InshaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-7733832909192477056?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/7733832909192477056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=7733832909192477056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7733832909192477056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7733832909192477056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/08/missing-her.html' title='Missing Her'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-3484007330355615993</id><published>2011-08-03T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T14:19:42.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dugaan</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengajak ke arah kebaikan itu banyak dugaannya... Kumpulan usrah yang semakin kecil, aktiviti ceramah tak mendapat sambutan dan program-program yang diatur tidak mendapat penajaan. Semuanya menuntut keazaman dan kesungguhan yang jitu. Menuntut kesabaran yang luar biasa. Bukan calang-calang jiwa yang boleh melibatkan diri dalam dunia dakwah. Tapi, itu bukan alasan untuk tidak berdakwah... Berdakwah itu tanggungjawab setiap umat Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku selalu kagum dengan pendakwah dan pejuang Islam yang tak pernah berputus asa walaupun dihujani pelbagai cabaran. Bagi seorang da'i, cabaran itu adalah kemanisan dalam berdakwah. Aku telah dipertemukan dengan hamba Allah yang mewakafkan dirinya ke jalan Allah dan tidak berputus asa terhadap aku. Justeru kini aku mahu menjadi salah seorang hamba Allah yang mewakafkan diriku ke jalanNya dan tidak berputus asa dalam mengajak ke jalan kebaikan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People did not give up on me. For Allah, InshaAllah, I will not give up on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya 'Azim,&lt;br /&gt;Bukakanlah pintu hati kami untuk mencari ilmu menujuMu.&lt;br /&gt;Permudahkanlah kami untuk menerima ilmuMu Ya Rashid.&lt;br /&gt;Kami mohon ketabahan dalam melaksanakan tugasan dakwah ini Ya Fattah.&lt;br /&gt;Jadikanlah kami hambaMu yang sentiasa menyampaikan kebaikan dalam setiap apa yang kami lakukan...&lt;br /&gt;Dan selamatkanlah kami daripada menjadi imam dan da'i yang dibenci sehingga menyukarkan kami menyampaikan agamaMU Ya Muhaymin...&lt;br /&gt;Dan seandainya kebencian itu daripada akhlak kami yang salah, kami mohon petunjuk dan keampunan daripadaMu Ya Tawwab...&lt;br /&gt;Amiin~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-3484007330355615993?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3484007330355615993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=3484007330355615993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3484007330355615993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3484007330355615993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/08/dugaan.html' title='Dugaan'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-3508784275276711122</id><published>2011-08-01T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:10:49.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah... dengan izinNya bertemu lagi dengan Ramadhan pada tahun ini. Selamat datang ya Ramadhan, bulan yang penuh kemulian, keampunan, keberkatan dan ketenangan. Semoga Yang Maha Pengasih mengurniakan kesihatan yang baik sepanjang bulan puasa ini dan dipermudahkan untuk beribadat.&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-3508784275276711122?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3508784275276711122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=3508784275276711122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3508784275276711122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3508784275276711122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/08/ramadhan.html' title='Ramadhan'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-2261578776320324290</id><published>2011-07-25T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T16:26:05.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you not know that you're falling for someone?&lt;br /&gt;How could you not know that you have fallen for someone?&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't know, then how would you fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is merely a 'surprise' that you could fall in love with certain someone. Before that you don't know that you could fall in love with that person - given that he or she is totally out from your world - until your path intersect and you fall in love ^____^ Before that you don't know that you could love that someone, no matter what is the background...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime we're too absorbed into our typical network and we believe that we would not fit with others. The truth is, we refuse to step out from our comfort zone and learn about others... And we are too afraid to open up ourselves. How would you know you'll never fit with someone you never talk or spend your time with...? It's almost not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am following Jung Yonghwa/Park Shinhye's latest drama "You've Fallen for Me" and they just aired the 7th episode. The 7th episode was said to be the turning point where Lee Shin (Yonghwa) realized his feeling for Kyuwon (Shinhye), who is on the contrary, trying to forget her feeling towards Shin. A cute yet typical twisted tale [Not that I have concern at all :p] Shin and Kyuwon is from a very different set of group. Kyuwon was utterly oblivious of Shin's presence despite his popularity and Shin obviously "hates ugly women". Well, Kyuwon is far from being ugly, but she is for sure not a stylish person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and open your heart. Don't deny what you feel inside. The person you are looking for might be the one least expected. Give chance to other people to get to know you and do not break a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I always wonder about it my self... Maybe he is the guy who never look at me or return my smile :p Hahahahaha. Allah is The All Knowing~ ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-2261578776320324290?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2261578776320324290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=2261578776320324290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/2261578776320324290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/2261578776320324290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/07/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-3899889178464179007</id><published>2011-07-19T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:31:01.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n5Y3IwtqaE4/TiUynvApk4I/AAAAAAAAAc0/HWoHHDng46I/s1600/DSC02341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630962567312151426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n5Y3IwtqaE4/TiUynvApk4I/AAAAAAAAAc0/HWoHHDng46I/s320/DSC02341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what will happen throughout the day, but a slice of cake and good songs (Korean dramas OST :p) makes a better Tuesday morning. As am eating the cake given by my co-worker, I realized that food might be the best way to express love, care, thought and appreciation... and everything nice, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me cooking is not only an act of mixing up the ingredients and make something edible out of the recipe. Anybody who can read and follow instruction (or lucky enough to get everything right) can make something edible -- I know I can. Hahaha. But foods have soul, won't you agree with me? Don't we all sometime miss or crave for particular food made by specific person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching a drama/film on television about a chef. She is a bright and cheerful chef who cooks delicious food. But one day a guy break her heart and make her sad. Ironically, starting from that moment everything she cooked turn out to be disastrous -- as sad as her feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cook merely with good ingredients and skill, your food will only be ingredients and skill. But if you cook with love and sincerity, you put up effort to make it works, and you put your attention to give the best, it will make a huge different. It will be more than just food. For example, a simple dish that a mother cook for her family. It might not be the best meal, but to we that's the best, ever. Even Jamie Oliver could not beat it ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's cook with love... and please share it with me. Hehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-3899889178464179007?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3899889178464179007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=3899889178464179007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3899889178464179007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3899889178464179007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/07/food-and-love.html' title='Food and Love'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n5Y3IwtqaE4/TiUynvApk4I/AAAAAAAAAc0/HWoHHDng46I/s72-c/DSC02341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-4310087076664077454</id><published>2011-07-15T11:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T08:13:28.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumayyah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDqKUyMhF50/Th-uW_QB-UI/AAAAAAAAAcc/u2RmYVfmVB0/s1600/Baby%2BSumayyah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629409769195436354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDqKUyMhF50/Th-uW_QB-UI/AAAAAAAAAcc/u2RmYVfmVB0/s320/Baby%2BSumayyah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Nur Sumayyah Nur Imaan binti Tun Hafidzul Hakim. A mouthful, yes. It seems like she's trying to beat up Nurul Shuhada Nurul Ain :p Hahaha. She added up the joy to our family. We can't promise her wealth, we can't promise her fame, we can't promise that life would be easy on her. But one thing for sure, we would try our best to nourish her with all the love in the world, InshaAllah. May Sumayyah grow up to be the light as the Sumayyah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a friend asked whose baby is this, for a split second I wish I can say that she is mine ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumayyah&lt;br /&gt;by Hijjaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wCK9mqZ3iPE/TiPfyWL6pvI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pbv22aNITcA/s1600/DSC02711.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wCK9mqZ3iPE/TiPfyWL6pvI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pbv22aNITcA/s1600/DSC02711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630590015185266418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wCK9mqZ3iPE/TiPfyWL6pvI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pbv22aNITcA/s320/DSC02711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dalam diri selembut sutra&lt;br /&gt;Kau miliki iman yang teguh&lt;br /&gt;Kau nyalakan obor agama dirimu bak lentera&lt;br /&gt;Dibelenggu jahiliah kau tempuh dengan berani&lt;br /&gt;Walau pun jasadmu milik tuan&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi hatimu milik Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padang pasir menjadi saksi ketabahan keluarga itu&lt;br /&gt;Tika suami dan anak dibaring mengadap mentari&lt;br /&gt;Disuruh memilih iman atau kekufuran&lt;br /&gt;Samar jahiliah atau sinaran akidah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabarlah keluarga Yasir&lt;br /&gt;Bagimu syurga disana&lt;br /&gt;Dan kau pun tegar memilih syurga&lt;br /&gt;Walau terpaksa mengorban nyawa&lt;br /&gt;Lalu tombak yang tajam menikam&lt;br /&gt;Jasadmu yang tiada bermaya&lt;br /&gt;Namun iman didadamu sedikit tidak berubah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darahmu menjadi sumbu pelita iman&lt;br /&gt;Sumayyah kaulah lambang wanita solehah&lt;br /&gt;Tangan yang disangka lembut menghayun buaian&lt;br /&gt;Mengoncang dunia mencipta sejarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumayyah kau dibunuh di dunia sementara&lt;br /&gt;Untuk hidup disyurga yang selama-lamanya&lt;br /&gt;Kaulah wanita terbaik&lt;br /&gt;Sebaik manusia&lt;br /&gt;Namamu tetap menjadi sejarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-4310087076664077454?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/4310087076664077454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=4310087076664077454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4310087076664077454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4310087076664077454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/07/sumayyah.html' title='Sumayyah'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDqKUyMhF50/Th-uW_QB-UI/AAAAAAAAAcc/u2RmYVfmVB0/s72-c/Baby%2BSumayyah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-720652952346150370</id><published>2011-07-12T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T13:08:04.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Baby Girl</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, my sister in law, Isma, give birth to a lovely baby girl early this morning. I haven't got the chance to meet the princess, yet, but I know she's lovely ^____^ Well, we were expecting a baby boy, because the parents 'feel' like it, but Allah have better plan and He give them another baby girl. Boy or girl, she'll be loved dearly. Ya Allah, semoga bayi ini membesar menjadi Srikandi yang melestarikan agamaMU. Amiin~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposely postpone coming back to Penang yesterday, hoping that I can meet the baby. But I guess she really doesn't want to share her birthday with Harper Seven Beckham. So Mak Long needs to wait few days more. Sigh. I feel like driving back to Taiping this evening, but I am not feeling well. Thus, I have decided to get a proper rest and get well by this Friday. There's no point meeting a baby in this condition. I don't want her to get what I am having~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-720652952346150370?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/720652952346150370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=720652952346150370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/720652952346150370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/720652952346150370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/07/welcome-baby-girl.html' title='Welcome Baby Girl'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-171462385624426148</id><published>2011-07-11T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T00:25:01.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayat</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Cerita ni diceritakan oleh Ustazah dalam kelas Pendidikan Islam. Timbulnya cerita berkaitan dengan topik hari tersebut - pasal ayat Makiyyah dan ayat Madaniyyah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Lebih kurang cerita Ustazah:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Ada 2 keluarga yang hidup berjiran. Mula-mulanya baik, tapi kemudiannya ada perselihan faham sikit. Jadi hubungan yang saling baik dah bertukar jadi saling benci. Kemudian keluarga A buat la satu majlis bacaan Yassin, sebagai satu ikhtiar berkenaan hubungan yang tegang tu. Keluarga B ni pun buat jugak majlis bacaan Yassin, untuk counter attack semula bacaan Yassin keluarga A.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Allah Maha Tahu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Allah jangan luput dari hati.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Rasulullah jangan luput dari hati.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Al-Quran jadikan panduan utama.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Akhlak Rasulullah jadikan idola.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Bila bercermin, cermin semua yang Allah dah pinjamkan untuk dunia fana ni... Tanya diri, sanggup ke pulang ke pangkuan Dia dalam keadaan macam ni~&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Wassalam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-171462385624426148?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/171462385624426148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=171462385624426148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/171462385624426148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/171462385624426148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/07/ayat.html' title='Ayat'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-7759012593958012362</id><published>2011-07-08T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:30:32.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Grateful</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Don't be sad. You can't have everything&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the phrase I wrote in my 2011 planner seems to speak the other way: "&lt;strong&gt;Be happiest for the smallest you have&lt;/strong&gt;". That is to be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times were spent to worry and we all know that most of the thing that falls in the worry list is unnecessary. We worry about family, friends, career, spouse, exs, past and future, life and death, etc. We use the 4W1H to almost everything - finding holes and gap, pointing to what's less and missing. Then, somewhere between the lines we find way to blame ourselves. Maybe we are not good enough, maybe we did not put much effort, and maybe we did it the wrong way, maybe and more maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is left in an ungrateful being?&lt;br /&gt;An empty soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-7759012593958012362?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/7759012593958012362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=7759012593958012362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7759012593958012362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7759012593958012362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-grateful.html' title='Being Grateful'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-8557246843398502300</id><published>2011-06-24T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T12:13:19.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Usai Stanza Cinta</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Membaca "Stanza Cinta" menitipkan rindu kepada keluarga usrah di Sarawak. Tema dan kisah yang dibawakan oleh penulis terasa tidak asing dan dekat sekali di hati. Ada diantaranya memang pernah aku alami, sebahagian lagi memang terjadi - lalu aku percaya "Stanza Cinta" bukan sekadar cerita di atas kertas. Pertama kalinya, sesebuah novel itu terasa begitu peribadi dan penuh emosi untuk aku. Bukan hanya kerana rindu, tapi yang utamanya, aku perlu diingatkan. Alhamdulillah, novel ini adalah peringatan yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak yang disampaikan melalui watak Amni Sorfina. Melalui "ketenangan yang suci" itu, disampaikan impian dan prinsip yang wajar bagi seorang Muslimah; dan bagaimana menjadi Muslimah yang sejati. Menelusuri hidup seharian Amni Sorfina pembaca diperkenalkan dengan pendidikan akhlak yang baik - kepentingan solat dan doa, saranan bersabar dan bersangka baik, tanggungjawab, adab pergaulan serta cara terbaik untuk berhadapan dengan ujian Allah. Aku suka bila "Stanza Cinta" memetik pelbagai hadith, ayat Al-Quran dan mutiara kata yang menyentuh hati sebagai kelangsungan risalah tarbiyahnya. Secara tidak langsung, hati terdidik dengan hikmah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persoalan yang utama adalah cinta, tapi bukan cinta biasa. Amni memperkenalkan konsep cinta dalam Islam. Cinta agung itu hanya milik Al-Khaliq dan itulah juga satu-satunya kunci cinta seorang Muslimah. Lalu menepati saranan Rasulullah supaya seseorang Muslimah itu memilih seorang lelaki yang beragama dan berakhlak sebagai suami: &lt;em&gt;“Apabila orang yang engkau redha agama dan akhlaknya datang meminang, maka kahwinkanlah dia, jika tidak kamu lakukan demikian akan berlakulah fitnah di bumi dan kerosakkan yang besar.” (Sunan Tirmizi #1004. Bertaraf Hassan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justeru, Amni menutup pintu hatinya daripada sekadar lelaki dan tidak putus berdoa kepadaNya untuk jodoh yang diredhai - pemilik tulang rusuk serta imam yang bakal membimbing dirinya yang telah diwakaf ke jalan Allah. Aku bersetuju dengan Amni, cinta seorang Muslimah itu hanya untuk seorang lelaki bergelar suami. Dari doa Amni, terasa indahnya penantian tersebut. Hati mana yang tidak berasa cinta kepada hamba lelaki yang yang sangat mencintai Maha Pencipta. Malah hati juga milikNya. Bukan rupa, harta mahupun keturunan yang jadi buruan, cuma sekeping hati yang ikhlas kepadaNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aku mencintainya kerana Allah. Aku mencintainya kerana agama yang ada padanya. Jika dia menghilangkan agamanya, maka hilanglah cintaku padanya…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap manusia tidak terlepas daripada ujian, begitu juga Amni. Berdasarkan pembacaan, didapati ramai yang tidak setuju apabila watak Amni menjadi lemah dan kalah dalam ujian hati. Mungkin terlupa bahawa Amni cuma manusia biasa, Amni dituntut untuk menjadi luar biasa tatkala berhadapan dengan peristiwa yang secara logiknya menyebabkan patah jiwa. Amni cuma seorang wanita yang memburu cintaNya. Kerana cinta Amni kepada Maha Penyayang, Amni bangkit dan mendapat pelajaran daripadaNya. Ujian yang mematahkan jiwa Amni sebenarnya membuatkan Amni lebih kuat dan matang. Sesungguhnya tiada yang sia-sia daripada Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aku belajar daripada tarbiyah-Nya yang lalu, supaya ada batasnya dalam mencintai setiap makhluk-Nya. Cinta separuh matiku ini hanyalah untuk Allah. Namun, duhai suamiku, aku juga mencintaimu dengan segala yang aku miliki. Aku ingin menjadi zaujahmu yang terbaik, yang dapat menghiburkan hatimu dan membuat engkau selalu tersenyum melalui hari-harimu." Amni Sorfina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kamu perlu istiqamah atas jalan ini. Walau apa pun badai yang datang selepas ini, jangan undur. Terus mara. Apabila jatuh, bangkit lagi. Itu baru Muslimah sejati. Apabila kamu berasa letih berbuat kebaikan, maka sesungguhnya keletihan itu akan hilang dan kebaikan yang dilakukan akan terus kekal. Tetapi, sekiranya kamu berseronok dengan dosa maka sesungguhnya keseronokan itu akan hilang dan dosa yang dilakukan akan terus kekal." Ustaz Yazid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejujurnya, "Stanza Cinta" adalah bacaan yang [lebih] sesuai untuk mereka yang melibatkan diri dengan dunia dakwah dan jemaah. Bukanlah tidak sesuai atau tidak difahami untuk mereka yang sebaliknya. Cuma struktur sosial, cara hidup dan persekitaran yang digambarkan boleh jadi sedikit sukar untuk dicerna mengapa dan bagaimananya. Pun begitu, andai yang membaca mempunyai minda terbuka yang mahu cuba untuk memahami mesej yang penulis cuba sampaikan dalam naskhah dakwah beliau, inshaAllah, banyak manfaatnya dan semoga Allah permudahkan perjalanan tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Bahagian terbaik dari novel ini adalah mahar kahwin Amni yang berupa bacaan hafazan dari surah At-Tahrim, ayat ke-6: "Hai orang-orang yang beriman, peliharalah dirimu dan keluargamu dari api neraka yang bahan bakarnya adalah manusia dan batu; penjaganya malaikat-malaikat yang kasar, yang keras, yang tidak mendurhakai Allah terhadap apa yang diperintahkan-Nya kepada mereka dan selalu mengerjakan apa yang diperintahkan."***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-8557246843398502300?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8557246843398502300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=8557246843398502300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8557246843398502300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8557246843398502300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/06/usai-stanza-cinta.html' title='Usai Stanza Cinta'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-8626831316263382312</id><published>2011-06-23T15:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:16:50.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Gengster</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumber: &lt;a href="http://skop.com.my/film_klgangster.html"&gt;SKOP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klasifikasi : PG 13&lt;br /&gt;Genre : Aksi&lt;br /&gt;Pengarah : Syamsul Yusof&lt;br /&gt;Cerita / Skrip : Syamsul Yusof / Rizal Ashreff&lt;br /&gt;Pengarah Fotografi : Azami Alias / Omar Ismail&lt;br /&gt;Penyunting : Hisyam Jupri / Syamsul Yusof&lt;br /&gt;Terbitan Oleh : Skop Productions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Pelakon:&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Aziz ... Malek&lt;br /&gt;Adi Putra ... Jai&lt;br /&gt;Redzuan Hashim ... King&lt;br /&gt;Syamsul Yusof ... Shark&lt;br /&gt;Shoffi Jikan ... Ajib&lt;br /&gt;Zizan RL ... Fadil&lt;br /&gt;Adam Corrie ... Dragon&lt;br /&gt;Ku Faridah ... Ibu (Malek, Jai, Zati)&lt;br /&gt;Sheera Iskandar ... Zati&lt;br /&gt;Anna Halim ... Erin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL Gengster (KLG) memang tak tersenarai dalam list tontonan bulan ini. Antara sebabnya termasuklah: aku tak begitu favor cerita-cerita SKOP, aku tak favor Syamsul, dan aku tak favor cerita-cerita gengster ni, tambahan kalau cerita Melayu. Tapi kontroversi KLG dengan pertubuhan tersebut, plus kutipan mencecah 11 juta seolah-olah menggeletek hati. Tiba-tiba terbaca Aaron "Seth Tan Irfan Ikmal" Aziz kata dia dah tengok KLG 3 kali. Apa lagi, terus search semua review pasal KLG - overall review bagus. Laju je book tiket! [Ada gak la terasa macam mangsa kontroversi semata, tapi tak kisah la~]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keluar dari panggung, hati kata sudah jatuh cinta dengan Aaron "Malek" Aziz. Cemane lah kan~ Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi aku, KLG ni filem yang sedih. Sedih untuk watak Malek. Entah berapa ramai Malek di luar sana. Bukan tak baik. Baik sebenarnya. Kalau aku kata takde pilihan, rasa macam tipikal. Tapi nak kata takde pilihan, sebenarnya ada - just harder, that's all. Di antara gengster-gengster yang hangin siang malam, ada mesej kekeluargaan yang terselit dalam KLG. Aku rasa sebab tu la aku jatuh cinta dengan Malek - I am always fond with guy who has his heart bound by blood and chain to his family. Tersentuh hati aku tengok expression Malek bila dia dapat tau famili dia terpaksa jadi korban - and his best friend were later killed - as the price for being who he was. With great power comes great responsibility and life offer no discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesuatu yang salah tu, tetap salah walaupun sejuta orang kata betul. Dan yang benar, tetap benar walaupun sejuta orang kata salah. Malek mungkin juga representasi satu penyesalan. You know what they say about this: it's a one way ticket to hell. It will be too late when you know where you're heading. Perkara-perkara pelik yang memusnahkan masa depan ni memang tempting... dah la tempting, mudah pulak tu nak terjebak. Tapi bila sampai masa nak berubah, susahnya berkali ganda. Ala-ala suntik Botox gak la... Nak suntik murah je, tapi nak buangnya lebih mahal, dan lebih menyeksakan. So fikirkan la habis-habis sebelum decide nak buat apa dengan kehidupan - walaupun you all kata ini kehidupan you - padahal hakikatnya hidup you tu hak milik Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulannya, aku memang suka lah dengan KLG. Walaupun tak bagi full mark serta ada here and there perlu improvement, KLG memang karya yang bagus. Tak sia-sia Syamsul menang Best Director Festival Filem Malaysia Ke-24. Gabungan mantap bersama Rizal Ashreff. Memang keturunan Datuk Yusuf Haslam. I think I like KLG better than Khurafat kot. Filem-filem Syamsul yang lain aku tak layan. Mungkin pasni la~ Semoga penggiat seni Malaysia berusaha lebih untuk hasilkan karya yang bermutu, jangan tangkap muat je...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pemilihan pelakon pun agak tepat. Cumanya, maybe lebih elok kalau Syamsul stick with directing kot :P His acting skill has improved a lot, but you know~ Kalau watak Jai tu Shaheizy Sam yang pegang then Shark tu Adi Putra, fuh marveles! Betul-betul tercabut kerusi panggung. Shoffi Jikan sebagai Ajib memang tak perlu cakap la - sungguh real. Memang berbakat dan versatil si Shoffi ni. As for Zizan "Abang Long Dil", terbaek la. Zizan boleh pergi jauh dalam dunia lakonan - menyanyi pun sudah yer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan cerita tak meleret, ringkas dan padat - straight to the point. Takde bunga-bunga, terus sepak terajang je. Skrip memang realistik - rasa menanah telinga aku dengar maki hamun dan budi bahasa yang digunakan. Ada parents mana ntah yang bawa anak-anak tonton KLG - harap jangan la lepas ni budak-budak tu excerpt dialog KLG di manap-mana. Pasti menconteng arang di muka parents mereka. [Patut rated 18SG KLG ni!] Yang lebih baik, KLG takde bunga-bunga tahi ayam ala Megan Fox dalam Transformers. Tak perlu, memang tak perlu. See, dah 11 juta walaupun takde awek seksi. Setakat Sheera je la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingin nak ucap tahniah sambil standing ovation kepada pengarah lagak ngeri KLG. Aksi lawan-lawan yang realistik dan seronok untuk ditonton. Koreografi KLG yang baik dapat menutup banyak kelemahan hero-hero yang memang takde basic martial art. Nampak jugak la dua tiga moves yang rasa nak tepuk dahi. [Sedangkan Rain dalam Ninja Assassin pun kena kutuk kan...] Tapi oke la. At least takde la fight moves yang total nonsense. Nasihat kepada Syamsul, untuk sekuel or prekuel tolong la invest sikit untuk martial art training. Baru la real bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-it! Note:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sungguh benci bila KLG nih ada narrator. Dah macam Desperate Housewives der~ Dah la suara Aaron "Malek" Aziz tak comei langsung :p&lt;br /&gt;2. Setuju dengan &lt;a href="http://reviewfilem.com/2011/06/review-cerita-movie-kl-gangster-download-gengsterost-rating-trailer/"&gt;Review Filem&lt;/a&gt; dalam banyak perkara!&lt;br /&gt;3. Utuh sungguh meja kat Pasar Selangor. Kena hentak dengan Malek dan gengster-gengster tu pun still berdiri teguh~&lt;br /&gt;4. Walaupun tipikal, aku tetap rasa ending Malek could have been better. His has put up great effort and determination untuk cuci tangan. Buat la famili Malek bersatu semula. Baru la ada motivasi dan kelangsungan dengan watak Malek yang family guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-8626831316263382312?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8626831316263382312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=8626831316263382312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8626831316263382312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8626831316263382312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/06/kl-gengster.html' title='KL Gengster'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-686757092659794658</id><published>2011-06-20T11:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T11:46:34.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difikiran</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;Pernah tak kita terfikir, cinta siapa yang kita ingin dapatkan? Cinta seorang manusia sebagai peneman di dunia atau cinta Illahi yang tak pernah surut, berubah atau berakhir?&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-686757092659794658?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/686757092659794658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=686757092659794658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/686757092659794658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/686757092659794658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/06/difikiran.html' title='Difikiran'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-7851561121881782945</id><published>2011-06-17T10:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T10:26:50.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perkenalan Stanza Cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4P3uiQB3Xg/Tfq5na5wpzI/AAAAAAAAAcU/6Ix5Gbt0ATE/s1600/stanza%2Bcinta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619007571985737522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4P3uiQB3Xg/Tfq5na5wpzI/AAAAAAAAAcU/6Ix5Gbt0ATE/s320/stanza%2Bcinta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Aku mencintainya kerana Allah. Aku mencintainya kerana agama yang ada padanya. Jika dia menghilangkan agamanya, maka hilanglah cintaku padanya…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subhanallah... Terasa rahmatNya memayungi hari Jumaat 15 Rejab 1432H hari ini. Pertemuan dengan novel "Stanza Cinta" umpamanya pertemuan semula dengan seorang sahabat lama - dekat di hati serta dirindui. Umpama tarbiyah untuk hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekadar membaca &lt;a href="http://nurullhalawati.blogspot.com/2010/05/kupasan-lengkap-stanza-cinta.html"&gt;kupasan dari penulisnya&lt;/a&gt;, aku kenal jalan cerita "Stanza Cinta". It could happen to anyone of us, kepada hati-hati yang mencari cinta Illahi. Ada yang berpendapat karakter yang digambarkan alim tidak seharusnya mempunyai bicara-bicara cinta dalam hatinya. Berlaku adil, cinta itu fitrah dan anugerah dari Allah. InshaAllah, akan faham bilamana situasi itu berlaku kepada diri kita sendiri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga naskhah yang dibeli segera tiba~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anticipating the drama @ TV3 this Sunday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OST &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0CGxb4oh08"&gt;STANZA CINTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lirik: &lt;a href="http://nurullhalawati.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nurull Halawati&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; Dodi Hidayatullah&lt;br /&gt;Lagu: Dodi Hidayatullah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berderai mata hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Mendera semua harapan&lt;br /&gt;Selaksa cintaku padanya&lt;br /&gt;ikatan suci romantika naungan-Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meski sejuta cinta menyapa&lt;br /&gt;Masih cenderung ku padanya&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan, satukan hati kami&lt;br /&gt;Di bawah cinta alirkan bahagia di Redho-Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kutidurkan mimpi indah ini&lt;br /&gt;Pada-Mu yang menggenggam takdir&lt;br /&gt;Kusandarkan harapanku ini…&lt;br /&gt;Padamu Ya Ilahi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan kusimpan dalam rongga hati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stanza Cinta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-7851561121881782945?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/7851561121881782945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=7851561121881782945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7851561121881782945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7851561121881782945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/06/perkenalan-stanza-cinta.html' title='Perkenalan Stanza Cinta'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4P3uiQB3Xg/Tfq5na5wpzI/AAAAAAAAAcU/6Ix5Gbt0ATE/s72-c/stanza%2Bcinta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-8831423795112535443</id><published>2011-06-14T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T15:25:19.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novel dan Nora Elena</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam tadi speed reading novel "Kasih Yang Suci" bersempena dengan drama adaptasi novel tersebut, "Nora Elena". Last novel Bahasa Melayu yang dibaca adalah trilogi "Bagaikan Puteri" by Ramlee Awang Murshid, then recently re-reading novel "Adam dan Hawa". Sudah lah last week berteleku di laman web Alaf 21 mencari tajuk-tajuk novel yang pernah dibaca masa zaman remaja. Sampai housemate pun beriya-iya buat list novel yang dia ada :p Hahaha. Lagho sungguh la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disebabkan kat rumah sewa Ai yang paling senior, rasa over excited pulak bergelak ketawa dengan adik-adik pasal hero-hero novel ni ^_____^ Terasa muda kembali kot! This is the evergreen part for me. I don't recall buying any novel, but I befriend with novel lovers. So kita pon hanyut dalam dunia novel jugak. Mula baca novel masa di Matrikulasi. Biasanya satu novel tu memang akan bertukar tangan dari seorang ke seorang. Dan biasanya jugak Ai la yang last. Kemudiannya, semua akan diam je khusyuk membaca sambil tersenyum-senyum, kadang-kadang ikut frust dan marah. Ada sekali tu, pukul 3-4 pagi menangis teresak-esak sebab hero mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Those were the days. Really crazy days. Even before Edward Cullen. Siapa kata lelaki Melayu tak bisa mencairkan hati :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NORA ELENA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never read this novel. If I did, I might have serious amnesia because Seth and Nora Elena are two hard-to-forget name - and their story also rare. I do what I do best - skip everything and get straight to the important point - so I didn't have much to say about the novel. However, I found that the characters in the novel are more real than the one in the drama. Does their story make sense? Of course not. Kalau kita kat tempat Nora Elena, you think you'd still forgive Seth? Kalau real guy kat tempat Seth, would he care that much? Nama pun novel / fiksyen kan. So daripada memeningkan kepala, why not just enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was not excited with this drama. Tapi lagu "Berubah" tu memang sungguh berhantu dan sesuai sangat dengan drama Nora Elena ni. Kadang-kadang sampai terbawa-bawa ke dalam mimpi... Other OSTs pun best: Asfan's "Terhenti" and Erry, Shajiry and Reen's "Jangan Kau Pergi". Believe it or not, just because Nora Elena and the OSTs, I have finally stop listening to Korean songs. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Seth do I prefer?&lt;br /&gt;I only know Aaron Aziz as Seth, but the Seth could be someone else :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YANG AI CARI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for this one particular novel. Baca masa kat Matrikulasi, tajuk, nama penulis, even nama watak pun tak ingat. Tapi perasaan sedihnya masih terasa - inilah novel yang buatkan Ai menangis 3-4 pagi :p Oke, the story goes like this... Watak perempuan tu pada mulanya tak suka sangat pada watak lelaki. He was her visiting cousin or something. But somehow between all the yellings, they fell in love and then got married. Unfortunately, he was diagnose with terminal illness - I can't recall the sickness came before or after the marriage. Anyway, that was the sad part - knowing that someone you love would leave you. He passed away and I cried my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya susah nak cari, sebab most novel pun ada kisah yang lebih kurang sama macam ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERO PILIHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Drumroll!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laksama Sunan daripada trilogi "Bagaikan Puteri" karya Ramlee Awang Murshid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambaran lelaki soleh yang layak dijadikan suami. Laksamana Sunan lain dari hero novel yang lain... Kalau hero novel yang lain terkenal dengan romantiknya, nakalnya, dan perangai-perangai lain yang tak ada pada lelaki dalam realiti - yang membawa pembaca terbuai-buai membazirkan 10% otak - Laksamana Sunan tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's very much real. He's just ordinary guy. Orang kampung je pun. Berharta tidak. Tapi istimewanya Sunan, dia membawa pembaca mengingati Allah. Sudahlah handal bersilat. Jatuh cinta dengan Sunan berbeza perasaannya ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Awan..&lt;br /&gt;kalau﻿ dapat dicapai&lt;br /&gt;maka sakti la hamba&lt;br /&gt;kau bagaikan puteri...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-8831423795112535443?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8831423795112535443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=8831423795112535443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8831423795112535443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8831423795112535443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/06/novel-dan-nora-elena.html' title='Novel dan Nora Elena'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-4825905534615779684</id><published>2011-06-14T07:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:37:05.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KNe8rpnK1L8/TfacUh47_7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/8hS3qec3OVg/s1600/DSC02482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617849461699772338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KNe8rpnK1L8/TfacUh47_7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/8hS3qec3OVg/s320/DSC02482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to focus on sleeping when you have a lot of things in your mind... and heart. I was just bothered and maybe annoyed. If I was in a movie, this is the part where you'd see me sitting alone in a dark room with the rain pouring outside and pathetic song played on the background. Luckily I am afraid of the dark and the weather was clear last night. So I end up writing my heart in my diary, then spending my time threatening the spiders and making plans to ruin their webs - until I finally doze off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dozing off, I silently tell myself that sleeping is necessary, and I'd feel better when I wake up. There's not much I can do, after all. I am too cowardly to take the risk. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-4825905534615779684?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/4825905534615779684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=4825905534615779684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4825905534615779684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4825905534615779684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/06/assalamualaikum-it-is-hard-to-focus-on.html' title='At Night'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KNe8rpnK1L8/TfacUh47_7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/8hS3qec3OVg/s72-c/DSC02482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-663507865799792786</id><published>2011-06-03T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T16:18:49.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia dan KPop</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topik di atas adalah dirujuk.&lt;br /&gt;Sejak akhir-akhir ni semakin macam-macam ceritanya. Bermula dengan 24:7 [yang sekarang dah tukar nama jadi Max247], kemudian Gula Gula, tiba-tiba ada pulak Hey Miss Chenta (HMC) dan entah macam mana KRU's V.I.P pun dah termasuk dalam skop Malaysia's KPop. Nama-nama di atas adalah yang paling sering disebut. Yang lain-lain tak perasan pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Sigh. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh tak faham la.&lt;br /&gt;Apsal nak sangat bawak genre ala KPop ni... Artis KPop yang Korea produce tu pun dah cukup banyak sampai tak ingat nama. Takkan artis Malaysia pun nak tambahkan ketepuan KPop dalam minda rakyat Malaysia kot...? Fine, we all memang faham yang konsep segala nih ada kaitan dengan kehangatan serta market KPop yang tinggi. Tapi kan, market gilang gemilang tersebut adalah specific kepada Original KPop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, darlings.&lt;br /&gt;Please, please try to understand this. We listen to KPop because it is different. Music wise, maybe we can try to import something new from them. Tapi tak payah kot nak jadi 100% macam KPop, especially style... Even 85.3% pun jangan lah... KPop fans tak hingin nak tengok another SUJU, Z:EA, SNSD, T-Ara, Big Bang, CNBlue, FTIsland dan sebagainya... We had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang la "Malaysia Boleh", tapi...&lt;br /&gt;Kalau artis KPop nak pakai mini skirt dan short pant yang pendek tak hingat sambil menari-nari pun, tak pelik kot kan...&lt;br /&gt;Kalau artis KPop lain nak buat gaya rambut pelik-pelik, dengan kaler mengalahkan pelangi, eye liner sekalipun, tambah lak dengan subang, agak-agak ada ke 'majlis' yang nak kisah...?&lt;br /&gt;Kalau artis KPop buat itu ini, bergambar macam tu macam ni, ada sapa-sapa pernah fikir berapa ringgit kompeni diaorang dah spend untuk latih dan prepare diaorang sebelum diaorang boleh buat macam tu. Kita..? Hasil kita tu boleh ke nak banding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan la nak kata negara diaorang kurang dari segi apa-apa, tapi dah budaya mereka macam tu. Kita ni, boleh tak sedar skit, ingat Allah banyak-banyak dan renung-renungkan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan lebih-lebih lagi la bukan, nak condem artis Malaysia. Jangan nak mengada emo dan kecik ati pulak. Kitaorang sebagai peminat hiburan, takde masa nak buat keje-keje macam tu. You all sebagai orang hiburan, sepatutnya you all lebih lagi ada sense dalam hal macam ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artis Malaysia dengan budaya dan gaya Malaysia dah memang bagus. Tak perlu nak kalut-kalut dengan style orang, baik improve diri sendiri. Cuba tengok artis yang versatile dan berjaya macam Search, Wings, Dato' Siti, Sharifah Aini, M. Nasir, Raihan, Sheila Majid, KRU, Anuar Zain, dan ramai lagi lah... Diaorang berjaya dengan menjadi diri diaorang. Fine, maybe bukan la original sangat, tapi at least diaorang filter dan ambil yang baik dan sesuai je. Bukan main angkut dan kaut je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. Stop all the M/KPop crap please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-663507865799792786?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/663507865799792786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=663507865799792786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/663507865799792786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/663507865799792786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/06/malaysia-dan-kpop.html' title='Malaysia dan KPop'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-2645717475460673239</id><published>2011-05-30T13:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T13:22:34.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenager</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All adults were teenager, but not all teenagers are adult. Being a teenager is hard, believe me I know. You're not a kid, but not yet an adult. They way people treat you most of the time didn't help. I think that 'confusion' contribute to rebellious years and conflict in a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had rebellious years as a teenager. I saw everything including the world going against me. If I had wings, I would have soared into another world. I have never feel angst and frustration more in my life other that time. Teenage years is short, it ends before you realized it. But that short period of time determine what kind of adult you'll become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many teenagers want to stay on the other side of the line - being a kid - most of teenager want to get out of the cocoon and became an adult. You think being an adult is that cool, isn't??!! Sigh. The adrenaline and desire motivate teenagers to do sort of things to gain that adult status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I always have problem - huge problem - with that initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is especially to my lil bro and generally to all teenagers out there.&lt;br /&gt;For everybody who holds responsibility towards you - parents, older sister / brother, aunty / uncle - you are forever a baby to us. Being rebellious and doing stupid things to prove that you are not a baby, would never change what's in our heart or how we see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a teenager and I had my rebellious years, so I'm not going to tell you to stop doing what you're doing. But listen. The only way people will started to treat and see you as an adult, is when you act like an adult. That is, to be responsible to each element you are supposed to be responsible to. That is, to consider your future and work to get a better one. That is, to prove that you can be a person and not another statistic. That is, to understand what your parents sacrificed to raise a family. That is, to stop making people who love you dearly worry and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, even then, you are our beloved baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to understand this now. But I hope it wouldn't be too late when you finally understand this. When you are at our place - an adult - you'll see what we see. Life is full of footsteps; you got to see them everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wassalam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-2645717475460673239?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2645717475460673239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=2645717475460673239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/2645717475460673239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/2645717475460673239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/05/teenager.html' title='Teenager'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-1946621494032982674</id><published>2011-05-27T13:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T13:54:41.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I Am</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday and it is a norm to share something good and religious - and today is Zain Bhikha's day. It all started with "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9bPskkCvnc"&gt;First We Need the Love&lt;/a&gt;" feat. Zain’s 17 years old son. That's when I notice this song. Entitle "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qy4yULSqBA0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Who I Am&lt;/a&gt;"; this song celebrates each person's individuality and expression. I feel like crying watching the MV, especially knowing the part that it was shot at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/District_Six,_Cape_Town"&gt;District Six area&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that it is everybody's right to choose their personality. I got to choose to be who I am - a perfectionist - so does others - they have rights to be less perfect. It would be unfair if we see other personality as not as good as ours. But it would be irresponsible to practice, to stay and to promote the opposite quality due to the tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be who we want to be.&lt;br /&gt;Be just yourself.&lt;br /&gt;But among all, choose to be the one Allah loves.&lt;br /&gt;May one day we can say:&lt;br /&gt;This is who I am, this is me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, everything, can’t you see&lt;br /&gt;Who I am, just let me be&lt;br /&gt;Cos like it or not but God loves me&lt;br /&gt;Who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I am&lt;br /&gt;By Zain Bhikha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Expectation drowns us all inside&lt;br /&gt;What you have should be what I want&lt;br /&gt;Cos what I have just aint alright&lt;br /&gt;The clothes I wear, the way I comb my hair&lt;br /&gt;How I live, oh I don’t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is who I am, this is me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, everything, can’t you see&lt;br /&gt;Who I am, just let me be&lt;br /&gt;Cos like it or not but God loves me&lt;br /&gt;Who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, she said, they all did&lt;br /&gt;What’s expected of them all&lt;br /&gt;To get to the top don’t matter&lt;br /&gt;If somebody’s gotta fall&lt;br /&gt;You gotta brace the storm, the norms to conform&lt;br /&gt;Get what you wants’ gonna kill us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the body that you see&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much more to me&lt;br /&gt;And I feel best when my soul is free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me this is the way&lt;br /&gt;that I need to reform&lt;br /&gt;If I continue to stray,&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna start up a storm&lt;br /&gt;Wear this, drive that, like this, not that&lt;br /&gt;Don’t dare lose track or you’ll fall way back&lt;br /&gt;But if my Lord loves me then&lt;br /&gt;I know that I’m free&lt;br /&gt;You can say what you want just let me be&lt;br /&gt;I know if I’m real and it’s not a disguise&lt;br /&gt;You’ll love who I am if you open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I insist that you see, I aint a mystery&lt;br /&gt;It’s who I wish to be, this is me&lt;br /&gt;It’s what’s true within, come and look again&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the skin&lt;br /&gt;Who I Am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-1946621494032982674?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/1946621494032982674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=1946621494032982674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/1946621494032982674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/1946621494032982674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-i-am.html' title='Who I Am'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-957222781998932740</id><published>2011-05-15T22:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:19:58.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April to May</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;These past few weeks have been tough on me. The word "maximizing" truly feels significant to me. I have so many things to say, but it is hard even to put it into words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let's wrap up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;365 Days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a TOUCHDOWN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To forget the date would be a blessing but to pretend not to notice felt too ridiculous to me. After all, this is an important event :p It was a tough time for me and to survive Rihanna's "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RIraPwBC7K4"&gt;Take a Bow&lt;/a&gt;", Hilary Duff's "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lt6PVVr4B04"&gt;So Yesterday&lt;/a&gt;" and Jewel's "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaXr2vGDQwk"&gt;Stronger Woman&lt;/a&gt;" sounds like something worth to celebrate. I was all excited, only to found out that others don't seem to share the same excitement. The response was rather gloomy and full of hesitation. What made it worse; they thought I am still holding on to the past. Sigh. It was a major disappointment on a very important day. I thought I would receive congratulations for being strong throughout the seasons. I can't blame them especially when I am the one who’s going against the typical script. On the other hand, I'd like to emphasis that breakups don’t have to be worse that it already is. And I definitely don't need to be reminded on my important day that I am supposed to feel bad about it. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel's Birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happy 1st birthday, lovely Angel ^___^ She's one year old. My gifts to her this year [and the next following years] are renewed road tax and paid insurance. Hahaha. Though she's only one year old, we have traveled peninsular Malaysia from Arau to Kota Tinggi. She's a good companion. I pray that our friendship would last many, many years more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;One year of Angel also means an anniversary of me being a driver. Hey, I never would have imagine I am capable of being a responsible driver if I'm not in this skin :p I have learnt and still learning a lot of thing on the road. One thing that I notice, I became a calmer and reasonable person after some time. I am easily infuriated and driving gives me the opportunity to exercise my patience. Fuh! That is a one tough lesson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oppa is Winning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;C.N Blue releases their first full album "First Step" with "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_500iqJggs0"&gt;Intuition&lt;/a&gt;" as the title track. "Intuition" conquers the charts! Then they releases "First Step Special Edition" which sold out on the released day - while I was still thinking about buying it. The motivation: must be the 60 pages of Oppa's picture. The latest "First Step + 1: Thank You" was released as their appreciation to BOICES - featuring the newly arranged of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YmyCA91xJ5Y&amp;amp;feature=relmfu"&gt;L.O.V.E Girl&lt;/a&gt; as the title track and in the form of a diary with Oppa's heart breaking pictures. Along with this album is the MV for L.O.V.E Girl. Love it very much! There was never a female model in C.N Blue's MV, so it is a little bit weird to see a female model in L.O.V.E Girl... A little jealousy, maybe... But I still love it ^____^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Syifa "Gee Gee Baby"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Syifa's favorite Korean song is SNSD's "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7mPqycQ0tQ"&gt;Gee&lt;/a&gt;" ^____^ She's almost 2 years old and her new interest in music is just heartwarming. I miss her every time I'm listening to "Gee". The only problem is she will keep on requesting "Gee" whenever she sees me in front of the computer. I thought I know "Gee" by heart sooner or later :p If she can sings and dance to the song, I am really going to send the video to SNSD! Hahaha. On top of that, I am glad that she recognizes C.N Blue Oppa every time she sees them. Syifa even react exactly like the girl in L.O.V.E Girl's MV when she listened to the song. ^____^ Ok, winning dance! So much of KPop influence around her~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;William weds Catherine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was unaware of Diana's wedding, but I am glad to 'attend' her son's wedding. On William's biggest day, I think the whole world misses Diana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love Catherine's wedding gown and I didn't expect that she would let her hair down. When she did, I think she's just being Catherine on her wedding day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stress Management&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The stress level is increasing at workplace. It's the kind of situation where I feel like quitting and determine to resign every day. Yes, it is that high. The source - the job, of course and the other one would be the people I am working with. I feel like feeding that person to the white sharks. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have the tendency to develop a playlist for certain situation. Below are the songs I listened everyday, 8 am to 5 pm~ You would notice that these songs carry specific and significant emotion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;L.O.V.E Girl by C.N Blue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, both Original and the new arrangement version - This song is really cute. The fact that Yong oppa wrote the lyric and to see how they were having fun while performing to this song in the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=upp2PUhYlFQ"&gt;guerilla concert&lt;/a&gt; really makes an impression. ^____^ This song makes me feel happy. It's equal to drug or Edward Cullen. Hehehehe~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rKfSJabDytQ"&gt;Voice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;by C.N Blue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - Voice has a very fast and active music. I really thought this song is suitable for driving - really refreshing. It reminds me of Ultraman :p Hahahaha. And it also reminds me to oppa - happily playing their instrument in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SeG4vsi15hA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Listen to the Blue&lt;/a&gt; concert.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hk54wA5pxNE"&gt;Thank You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;by C.N Blue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - What we all need is a little appreciation. No matter how it is spoken, in any language - 'thank you' is a very strong word... It is a word that can change the world. So yes, I like listening to this song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=743L_6QU1Dw"&gt;Kimio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Japanese version) / &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZQT7dcW-bE"&gt;Geuraeyo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Korean version) &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;by C.N Blue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - I am not really sure what is the meaning of this song, but I love the music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnMoDDbEccE"&gt;No Other&lt;/a&gt; by Super Junior&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - ^____^ The MV is omo, omo, omo! Hehehehe. The lyric itself is sweet and having SuJu to sings it for me, well, undeniably lovable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSOSxwEWFA4"&gt;Bonamana&lt;/a&gt; by Super Junior&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - I did not favor this song at first, I called it the alien song due to the intro. But after I studied the meaning, I just love it! Hahahahaha. It's about a pretty girl (min ah) and what's not to like about it? :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbErHwSIIQU"&gt;Kiss Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (OST Playful Kiss)&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; by G.Na&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - This song reminds me to Baek Seung-jo. I don't think I'd spend my life chasing over a guy like him, but he is just heart stopping. Hehehehe :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVvDBLYK08A"&gt;Like The First Time&lt;/a&gt; by T-Ara&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - No specific reason. It has catchy melody.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wassalam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-957222781998932740?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/957222781998932740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=957222781998932740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/957222781998932740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/957222781998932740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-to-may.html' title='April to May'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-5891448550857349887</id><published>2011-04-07T08:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:35:32.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling for Freedom</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum, It is everybody's responsibility to make the world a better place. There's no excuse for that. In response to Maher Zain's "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62RAK4arstU"&gt;Freedom&lt;/a&gt;", let's say NO to slavery, war and oppression. We are all belong to ALLAH and only Him. Slavery, war and oppression are issues that continue to happen throughout centuries. No matter how civilized we [claim] we've become, it still happen. I can't understand how a human being can do such thing to other human being. There's no justification for such cruelty. Let's work harder to be a better Muslim and keep sending our doa for the freedom! Wassalam. Freedom by Maher Zain Gathered here with my family My neighbours and my friends Standing firm together against oppression holding hands It doesn’t matter where You’re from Or if You’re Young, old, women or man We’re here for the same reason; we want to take back our land Oh God thank You For giving us the strength to hold on And now we’re here together Calling You for freedom, freedom We know You can hear our call ooh We’re calling for freedom, fighting for freedom We know You won’t let us fall oh We know You’re here with us No more being prisoners in our homes No more being afraid to talk Our dream is just to be free, just to be free Now when we’ve taking our first step Towards a life of complete freedom We can see our dream getting closer and closer, we’re almost there Oh God thank you For giving us the strength to hold on And now we’re here together Calling You for freedom, freedom We know You can hear our call ooh We’re calling for freedom, fighting for freedom We know You won’t let us fall oh We know You’re here with us I can feel the pride in the air And it makes me strong to see everyone Standing together holding hands in unity Shouting out load demanding their right for freedom This is it and we’re not backing of Oh God we know You hear our call And we’re calling You for freedom, freedom We know You can hear our call ooh We’re calling for freedom, calling for freedom We know You won’t let us fall oh We know You’re here with us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-5891448550857349887?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/5891448550857349887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=5891448550857349887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5891448550857349887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5891448550857349887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/04/calling-for-freedom.html' title='Calling for Freedom'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-8561365619327780953</id><published>2011-04-03T15:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:17:12.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Farewell: Goguma Couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1dMZfofQmQE/TZk2mdATwOI/AAAAAAAAAa4/H5LObQ-Vh64/s1600/20110401_yonghwa_seohyun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591560446606033122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1dMZfofQmQE/TZk2mdATwOI/AAAAAAAAAa4/H5LObQ-Vh64/s320/20110401_yonghwa_seohyun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a great experience to get to know Goguma couple. Even though Goguma couple was only an imaginary couple, they brought so much joy in my life. I am a fan because of Yong but towards the end I really fall in love with both of them. They are sincere enough to touch everybody's heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;They were known to be awkward around each other in the beginning of their marriage due to the differences in their personality [Ban Ki-moon VS Bon Jovi, hahaha :p]. As in real life, we apparently will learn about other people. The same goes with Goguma couple. In the end, they learn to accept each other and live harmoniously. As per the MCs, they actually becoming alike ^____^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;Goguma couple is a modern fairy tale. The only different is they are real people instead of just some character you could only imagine. I believe that is the factor of the Goguma phenomena. They are as beautiful as a fairy tale. When they are together, they form an irresistible charisma that makes people want to love them dearly. I guess it must be Hyun's innocence and serious personality plus Yong's playful and fun character ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;I am one of the fans - the Gogumas - and we all have only one wish: Goguma couple to be more than just a show. Yong and Hyun looks great together, so I want their relationship to be real. Well, the Goguma couple stuff looks real for me during the airing time. Even the songs in C.N Blue's "First Step" album depicted scenes from WGM as if they were highly inspired by the Goguma couple relationship - seriously! I want to believe that Yong really falls in love with Hyun, but if nothing happen, I'd say both Yong and Hyun has given a 150% [maybe more] commitment to WGM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;[There is an entry of Yonghwa denying for ever written any song for Seohyun. Yonghwa darling, if the songs were not dedicated to her, then you ought to give credit to Seohyun and WGM for inspiring you to wrote those nice songs :P] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;Even the most beautiful fairy tale ends, so does our Goguma couple. Even if it breaks my heart to bid farewell to them, I'm happy we met ^_____^ As expected, I cried watching the final episode. To say goodbye is sad. Seeing Yong and Hyun in the final episode, I think it doesn’t matter anymore whether or not they have feeling for each other. What’s important is that they treasure each moment in WGM – I bet both of them learnt a lot of thing from the show. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;To Yooong and Hyuuun, all the best! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;Remark: I am mostly sad for the last part of the episode, when they said goodbye. I swear I could hear my heart breaks into million pieces when Hyun rush out for the last time and then they hug. Sigh. What a separation! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591560931384827074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B3ItTkGqtlc/TZk3Cq8lHMI/AAAAAAAAAbA/C5VvVQpoi5Y/s320/20110403_seohyun_yonghwa_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591560934480994434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SmzkJXnGpPE/TZk3C2ew4II/AAAAAAAAAbI/pnRTpdt7t-I/s320/20110403_seohyun_yonghwa_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Picture courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.allkpop.com/2011/04/the-%E2%80%9Cyongseo-couple%E2%80%9D-comes-to-an-end-on-we-got-married-2#"&gt;AllKpop&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-8561365619327780953?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8561365619327780953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=8561365619327780953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8561365619327780953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8561365619327780953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/04/lovely-farewell-goguma-couple.html' title='Lovely Farewell: Goguma Couple'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1dMZfofQmQE/TZk2mdATwOI/AAAAAAAAAa4/H5LObQ-Vh64/s72-c/20110401_yonghwa_seohyun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-7654466317377220310</id><published>2011-04-03T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:26:31.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside the Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amnh.org/ology/features/stufftodo_einstein/images/window_pic1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px" alt="" src="http://www.amnh.org/ology/features/stufftodo_einstein/images/window_pic1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been using my home PC these few weeks. I spent hours sitting in front of this PC - surfing sites, reading what netizens have to say, watching my favorite videos and writing. Abah has totally banned me from using his laptop due to my endless surfing activities :p Hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spending hours in front of this PC means that I have also spent hours looking out of the window. It's a familiar view - a view I could miss one day. But most of the time, I feel like I am transported into another realm each time I look outside the window. It's the feeling of flipping the oldest of albums inside your of mind. It's the feeling of mentally hitting the reply button and then watching the seconds you have missed. It's a moment alone with yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This piece of land used to be merrier with kids and adults - blessed by the loving families living together on a small area. Our neighborhood consists of 4 houses - all are only few meters from each other. We can easily gossip without even leaving our compound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There used to be more rambutan trees - shading a little open space where the kids used to play. It was big enough for all of us to run and play. I am surprise how small the area seems now. Some of the rambutan trees were cut down. At first it was due to their size no longer suitable. Then we started to have wedding reception, thus more space required. Plus, as the kids grew up we started to acquire vehicle. What was once a playground now left vacant for stuff like that. Just another open area, no more laughter, no more kids running around. Thinking about that, kids nowadays no longer involve in outdoor activities. They were stuck watching television or in front of PC. Oh, I forget to mention. Our neighbor was a baby sitter - she babysits my other siblings and other kids. The grandma also taught kids to read the Koran. So you could imagine how the time was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the neighbor / babysitter / our so-called family no longer live here. The house still owned by them but they are currently living with their daughter. They will come back periodically. The mother was Mak's companion. When Mak passed away, I know she felt the great lost. She reminded me of Mak and when she is not here, something is really missing - I believe my siblings felt worse since they grew up with her. Staring at the empty house consistently make me sad. I hate to see letters flooding from their mailbox and the grass that grow healthy on their lawn and how empty the clothes hanger is. They all register only one fact - emptiness. The feeling is worse at night. All that is visible is a pitch black area - a house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was only a kid, I have never thought of how much things will change as I grow up. Then time started to move faster, from one birthday to another. I live my life and sometime I got stuck somewhere in the journey, but time still moves pass me. When I finally realized what has happen, too many things has changed. There were too many fragments to keep together - like small particles around us. You can't see it, but it's there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking out of the window and checking out the sky. Ya, it is that feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wassalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-7654466317377220310?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/7654466317377220310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=7654466317377220310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7654466317377220310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7654466317377220310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/04/out-of-window.html' title='Outside the Window'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-3119791795039281419</id><published>2011-03-20T01:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T01:35:13.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Sweet Couple....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Our Goguma couple has filmed their final episode on White Day - 14 March 2011. T___T And today netizens and the couple's fan site shared that next week would be their final episode. T___T They made the final episode almost the same with the first episode... Yes, I do share the same thought as one of the video in YouTube - they made it similar to the first episode; is it an end or a beginning? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;I know what I want to do after the finale... I'd watch the first episode again just to cheer their effort in We Got Married. Below are the videos to recap out Goguma couple's moment - moment that cheers our day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;To Yonghwa and Seohyun, thank you for making my day brighter ^___^ All the best, YongSeo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Hwaiting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/04jlF9FKGPA" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YD2IVF98ONs" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/neN1JVunBmg" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3xRk41ADtn0" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vKsuWskIir0" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-3119791795039281419?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3119791795039281419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=3119791795039281419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3119791795039281419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3119791795039281419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-sweet-couple.html' title='Our Sweet Couple....'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/04jlF9FKGPA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-8404058771360962247</id><published>2011-03-16T17:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T08:04:02.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7epZKPLQc7I/TYCJAkq0GkI/AAAAAAAAAao/i1WOoyoh7iQ/s1600/firsts_steo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584614180875672130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7epZKPLQc7I/TYCJAkq0GkI/AAAAAAAAAao/i1WOoyoh7iQ/s320/firsts_steo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theme song: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWvRVlwsqH8"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; by C.N Blue from their Japanese album.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;C.N Blue's first album entitled "First Step" will officially be release on 21 March 2011 ^___^ &lt;em&gt;Chuka hae&lt;/em&gt;! It consist of 12 songs, 9 of them involve my lovely &lt;em&gt;oppa&lt;/em&gt;. Some of the songs are from their Japanese album. This should be great. The songs released in Japan were slightly different style than in Korea. I already fall in love with One Time. I know I will love Imagine. I can't wait to listen to their new songs. &lt;em&gt;Dugeun-dugeun&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about C.N Blue, their music evolved. I can't hardly notice the similarity between their songs. Each has their own personality. Maybe it is because they composed and played the music - somehow it carried their story and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oppa, hwaiting&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;9 out of 12 songs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Intuition (New)&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Han Seong Ho&lt;br /&gt;Composer: SEI, KOZI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Imagine (New)&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Han Seong Ho, Jung Yonghwa&lt;br /&gt;Composer: Kim Jaeyang, Han Seung Hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Love Comes With the Rain (New)&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Han Seung Ho&lt;br /&gt;Composer: Lee Junghyun, Han Seung Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. READY N GO (Japanese Album)&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Han Seung Ho&lt;br /&gt;Composer: Jung Yonghwa, Han Seung Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ONE TIME (Japanese Album)&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Jung Yonghwa&lt;br /&gt;Composer: Jung Yonghwa, Han Seung Hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. LOVE GIRL (New)&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Jung Yonghwa, Han Seong Ho&lt;br /&gt;Composer: Jung Yonghwa, Han Seung Hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. LIE (Japanese Album)&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Kim Jaeyang&lt;br /&gt;Composer: Lee Jonghyun, Kim Jaeyang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. JUST PLEASE (Japanese Album)&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Jung Yonghwa&lt;br /&gt;Composer: Jung Yonghwa, OWL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I DON’T KNOW WHY (Japanese Album)&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Jung Yonghwa, Han Seong Ho&lt;br /&gt;Composer: Jung Yonghwa, Han Seung Hoon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.cnbluebeat.com/2011/03/info-about-first-step-song-list-9-out.html?utm_source=twitterfeed&amp;amp;utm_medium=facebook"&gt;http://www.cnbluebeat.com/2011/03/info-about-first-step-song-list-9-out.html?utm_source=twitterfeed&amp;amp;utm_medium=facebook&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-8404058771360962247?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8404058771360962247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=8404058771360962247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8404058771360962247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8404058771360962247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-step.html' title='First Step'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7epZKPLQc7I/TYCJAkq0GkI/AAAAAAAAAao/i1WOoyoh7iQ/s72-c/firsts_steo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-4399148607556560592</id><published>2011-03-13T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T16:20:56.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Goguma Couple~</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a need to keep on listening to Yonghwa's Banmal Song. The song calmed me and allows me to forget-slash-accept the fact that Goguma couple will eventually come to an end. Sigh. I am one of the fan that actually distracted by the so-called rumor. Yep, I am that sad goguma (T____T) In fact, I am sad for the rest of the week. It’s confirmed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon receiving the news of the couple's [highly anticipated] wedding pictures, I was experiencing mix of feelings - between happy and worry. I was happy that the Goguma couple finally took their wedding pictures - they were awesome! I am so going to have that kind of wedding pictures for my own wedding ^____^  On the other hand, I was kind of worry that the wedding pictures would continue the curse of a couple's finale. Later after that, the news and rumors were flooding the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do realize that this mood swing is utterly silly. But I can't help myself. Our Goguma couple deserve more time. They look great together and their relationship is evolving into something special, something wonderful. Please bear in mind that gogumas (the fans) are hoping for the relationship to be real. We see We Got Married as the perfect opportunity for Yonghwa and Seohyun to realize that they are made for each other. Thinking that their marriage is going to end... well I don't even want to think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you might think what's going on with me, being all sad and gloomy over a celebrity show. It's something I can't explain. I watched WGM because of Yonghwa and I don't care much about Seohyun at first. But through the episodes, I became fond of her. Plus, they look sweet and great together. Of course, they are actor and actress - all the sweetness can be pure acting. But to tell you the truth, I don't care whether or not they are acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much we want to see Yonghwa and Seohyun together in WGM, I guess we must make way for their busy schedule. Both C.N Blue and SNSD will be very busy this year. This is something really good for their career and I, as a fan, would want them to achieve their highest level. Yonghwa and Seohyun’s marriage was a very good imaginary relationship… but somehow, reality always wins… If they really have fallen in love, (I believe they are in love and I want them to fall in love!) they’ll stay together with or without the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netizens has been speculating about the couple’s final episode. What’s left is the official announcement by MBC. To make the fans wonder somehow seems cruel. People are actually sad, MBC! But by looking on the bright side, this would help the fans – one of them is me – to calm down and receive the news properly. So I guess…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmation by AllKpop: http://www.allkpop.com/2011/03/are-yonghwa-seohyun-leaving-we-got-married#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wassalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-4399148607556560592?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/4399148607556560592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=4399148607556560592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4399148607556560592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4399148607556560592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-goguma-couple.html' title='Oh Goguma Couple~'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-3252685590064985928</id><published>2011-03-11T13:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T03:00:28.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.N Blue - Imagine!</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hDB6jqht7r4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is C.N Blue's &lt;em&gt;Imagine&lt;/em&gt; from their first full album in Korea. The track to this song was introduced via Yonghwa's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHkQovFFUIc"&gt;Hazzy's CF&lt;/a&gt; and has caused the web to crash. The lyric somehow remind me of Seohyun, especially the white house part ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting, C.N Blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine&lt;br /&gt;by C.N Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Jonghyun&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you, it was like a dream&lt;br /&gt;Because of your smiles which are like that of an angel&lt;br /&gt;If this you could become my love, what would I do&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about that had me feel so happy&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Yonghwa&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know&lt;br /&gt;I’m imagining you&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you looking at and smiling to me&lt;br /&gt;You who are holding my hand~ Oh~ Oh~&lt;br /&gt;Under a spell you become my love&lt;br /&gt;Imagining you, imagining you sleeping in my arms&lt;br /&gt;You’re kissing me~ Oh~ Oh~&lt;br /&gt;Imagining sweetly&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Jonghyun&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a white house on a small green green hill&lt;br /&gt;We are sitting on a yellow swing&lt;br /&gt;I serve you morning coffee when you wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Yonghwa&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I imagine being with you every day&lt;br /&gt;Imagining myself holding you~ Oh~ Oh~&lt;br /&gt;Imagining sweetly&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Jonghyun&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Every day we can imagine our being the other’s half&lt;br /&gt;We imagine that we become more and more alike&lt;br /&gt;My dream will come true&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Yonghwa&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I love you, be my love&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I pluck up my courage and confess&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ oh~You’re my imagine love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-3252685590064985928?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3252685590064985928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=3252685590064985928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3252685590064985928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3252685590064985928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/03/assalamualaikum-this-is-c.html' title='C.N Blue - Imagine!'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hDB6jqht7r4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-695361165181610947</id><published>2011-03-08T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T16:20:28.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Wanita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-po-mfXFOMe8/TXXmiL1MpPI/AAAAAAAAAag/3JJwJj9doGc/s1600/_DSC0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581620788161455346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-po-mfXFOMe8/TXXmiL1MpPI/AAAAAAAAAag/3JJwJj9doGc/s320/_DSC0329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wanita hiasan dunia; seindah hiasan adalah wanita solehah~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni Hari Wanita.&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Wanita kepada semua wanita! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah Ya Tuhan kami,&lt;br /&gt;Kami mohon Rahmat dan Kasih SayangMu yang banyak.&lt;br /&gt;Selamatkanlah kami dari menjadi fitnah dunia semata-mata.&lt;br /&gt;Jadikanlah kami wanita-wanita yang solehah yang mendapat keredhaanMu.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah Maha Pencipta,&lt;br /&gt;Hindarilah kami dari menjadi pencinta dunia dan pemburu isinya yang tidak kekal.&lt;br /&gt;Bantulah kami mencari cintaMu untuk hari yang pasti dan abdi.&lt;br /&gt;Ameen, Ya Allah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wassalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-695361165181610947?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/695361165181610947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=695361165181610947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/695361165181610947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/695361165181610947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/03/hari-wanita.html' title='Hari Wanita'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-po-mfXFOMe8/TXXmiL1MpPI/AAAAAAAAAag/3JJwJj9doGc/s72-c/_DSC0329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-7214741728190318938</id><published>2011-03-04T10:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:30:13.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mak - 2 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t77xpIMi8QU/TXBOCHktSlI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QHthVQPpUWo/s1600/DSC02262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580045736611760722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t77xpIMi8QU/TXBOCHktSlI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QHthVQPpUWo/s320/DSC02262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering Mak does not make me a pathetic. It's inevitable. Her reminiscences are everywhere. I treasure each memory. These memories remind me that I once had a great mother. They are not something I mourned or be sad about. I would not trade anything in this world for them - I don't want to forget. I prefer to talk about her like she never even leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really tell... Deep in my heart, moment without Mak feels more than just 2 years. It's a tiring journey. But on the contrary, it feels like yesterday. Everything is vivid and clear. Memories of her are like patches on my reality. They hold things together - just like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I miss her the most when I am with my family. To watch they grow up each day and to know that they are fine means so much to me. Family makes me feel complete. Mak wanted me to take care of my other siblings. It was a huge final wish. At first I feel burdened. I mean I did naturally care about them. But to live with the fact that that was Mak's final wish felt too much. I am not sure why - was it because she knew I can do it or did she foresee that at one point I will need a place to rest and love. Apart from that, I wonder if Mak was worry that I would leave my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately through days without her, I finally see what she has given me - she gave me not just reason to move on, but the reason to live my life contently. What was once a responsibility became my priority. Oh I still yell at home. We still fight like cats (I'm the cutest!). But that's what siblings do, right? :p She knows best, even after she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is two years and I miss her. If I ever feel incomplete, it's the time without her... She brought so many wonderful things to this world and when she left, she left it all with me. I am going to cheer that; every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure what you have while you still have the time and the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-7214741728190318938?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/7214741728190318938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=7214741728190318938&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7214741728190318938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7214741728190318938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/03/mak-2-years.html' title='Mak - 2 Years'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t77xpIMi8QU/TXBOCHktSlI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QHthVQPpUWo/s72-c/DSC02262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-7006088209102543528</id><published>2011-02-24T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:42:14.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Depressing Evening</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a depressing evening... Hari pertama selesema memang sungguh merimaskan. The in-house clinic's doctor annoyed to my spine and I thought I developed a silent grudge towards the nurse who insisted me to see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A depressing day accompanied by a depressing song. It would be more dramatic if I can have a cup of warm tea here in this wintry office. That sounds so tempting... But on top of everything, I just want to lay down and doze off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu "Penakut" by Yuna ni adalah OST untuk telemovie "Isteriku Zulaikha" di TV9 malam tadi. Kisahnya: cinta tiga segi... Not my favorite, it makes me cry. I just hate the "I'm-betraying-my-good-spouse" theme. Hate it, so much! I can't understand how a person could betray other person when that person is so nice. I know why – SELFISH – pure selfish. But the telemovie was sweet. Ringkas dan padat. Dialog pun mudah faham dan mendalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache.&lt;br /&gt;Till next time...&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penakut&lt;br /&gt;by Yuna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak semua kau rancang akan berlaku&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin nasib tak menyebelahi aku&lt;br /&gt;Entah mengapa engkau yang aku cinta&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin lebih baik kau ku lepas saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ini tidak adil tidak adil baginya&lt;br /&gt;ini tidak adil tidak adil bagiku&lt;br /&gt;ini tidak adil untuk kau bertanya jika aku mencintaimu juga&lt;br /&gt;tidak adil tidak adil baginya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau tak penah cuba memahami aku&lt;br /&gt;cinta kau ucap tak penah engkau tunjuk&lt;br /&gt;dan bila tiba saat ku kehilangan&lt;br /&gt;beban yang tak penah kau cuba ringankan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ini tidak adil tidak adil baginya&lt;br /&gt;ini tidak adil tidak adil bagiku&lt;br /&gt;ini tidak adil untuk kau bertanya jika aku mencintaimu juga&lt;br /&gt;kau bukan milikku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku memang penakut&lt;br /&gt;Mengakui cinta kepadamu&lt;br /&gt;Seribu kali ku cuba ucapkan&lt;br /&gt;Bila bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;Kau bukan milikku&lt;br /&gt;Dan engkau pun tahu&lt;br /&gt;Kau﻿ bukan milikku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-7006088209102543528?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/7006088209102543528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=7006088209102543528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7006088209102543528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7006088209102543528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/02/depressing-evening.html' title='A Depressing Evening'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-5144319559148449954</id><published>2011-02-18T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T09:52:49.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Tayar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/27/67915722_ee13b32bdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/27/67915722_ee13b32bdd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi cerita Angel dan tayar beliau...&lt;br /&gt;Pagi Jumaat yang ceria, sebelum jam 7 pagi dah bertolak dari rumah. Hajat hati nak singgah Caltex untuk isi angin tayar. Fara Fauzana baru je nak putarkan panggilan hangit tatkala aku dan Angel tiba di Caltex. Ada 2 bikers tengah isi angin motorsikal masing-masing. Then tiba la turn Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini first time nak isi angin di Caltex. Biasanya isi di Shell, tapi hari Rabu dah kantoi pam rosak. Jadi untuk tidak ambil risiko, gamble je la ke Caltex ni. Lagipun dah survey, pamnya pun digital. Teet teet teet. Tayar depan sebelah kiri (yang tercabut rim cap tu) settle. Beralih kepada tayar depan sebelah kanan............ Lama, tapi tak gak cecah 200 KPa. Bila check, ALAMAK TAYAR DAH KEMPIS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadilah aku manusia panik di pagi hari. Tambah panik bila 2 kereta sedang berbaris di belakang Angel bersama satu motorsikal. Fuh.. fuh.. bernafas... Try lagi, adjust itu ini. Tayar dah terus flat! Fuh... fuh... bernafas.... Cemane ni! Huhuhuh T____T&lt;br /&gt;Oh tidakkkkkkkkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum aku sempat jadi semakin gelabah, pakcik yang naik motorsikal tu dah datang tolong. Alhamdulillah... Tak sempat la muka aku jadi semakin biru. Memang pam tersebut ada masalah. Patutlah biker sebelum tu pun macam ada masalah nak isi angin. Akhirnya, tayar Angel oke semula dan aku terus tak jadi nak isi angin 2 tayar belakang. Hahaha. Nak dijadikan cerita, pam di Shell dah oke. So aku isi angin sekali lagi. Just in case kan :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kejadian pagi ni adalah salah satu 'ketakutan' aku. Hehehe. Ini satu pendidikan! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-5144319559148449954?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/5144319559148449954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=5144319559148449954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5144319559148449954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5144319559148449954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/02/cerita-tayar.html' title='Cerita Tayar'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/27/67915722_ee13b32bdd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-1917324364488695936</id><published>2011-02-17T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:57:51.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rim Cap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMyHf4x5VLU/TVzGwvMUeII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/hH2RXjhrQuY/s1600/DSC02285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574548979381991554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMyHf4x5VLU/TVzGwvMUeII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/hH2RXjhrQuY/s320/DSC02285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel lost one of her rim cap. When, unknown. How, bigger unknown. There are three possible reasons according to my friends. 1. I was driving too fast - well, I did, but I would've notice it (maybe the audio was too loud, 'Aini!), 2. I drove Angel into a big crack - which I think ridiculous because I didn't recall any hideous incident (Ya ya ya :p) and 3. Somebody rip it off - erm, but why steal only ONE cap??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to think that I might have to visit a car accessory shop or a car workshop to bargain a new cap or a SET of new caps. Ugh! And I don't need the whole set. What am I supposed to do with the remaining 3 caps anyway? Or is it worth to change the whole set? Nag, nag, nag... I can't believe that I am mostly bothered by the fact that Angel only lost one rim cap. I am sure guys out there are laughing to my silly complicated thoughts. Ok, just laugh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's nothing and if I just push myself a little bit, I can do it. The truth is I have this silly fear of embarrassing myself doing the mechanical stuff. I will ask stupid questions and the promoter will have to squeeze his brain to explain to me in the most un-mechanical term. That makes me feel far less beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. Let's see what I am going to do about it. Since the lost did not affect Angel's performance as a car (daaa~), so I don't have any additional concern. I'll just pretend that she lost an earring ^____^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wassalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-1917324364488695936?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/1917324364488695936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=1917324364488695936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/1917324364488695936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/1917324364488695936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/02/rim-cap.html' title='Rim Cap'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMyHf4x5VLU/TVzGwvMUeII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/hH2RXjhrQuY/s72-c/DSC02285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-5302754862040190402</id><published>2011-02-07T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:29:01.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TU9mGpGtJ4I/AAAAAAAAAaE/TzOufmXiWA0/s1600/_DSC0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570783528379819906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TU9mGpGtJ4I/AAAAAAAAAaE/TzOufmXiWA0/s320/_DSC0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Melancholy I am naturally oversensitive to my environment - that is only a part of it. I used to think that I do have invisible antennas on top of my head - sensing and searching for the slightest change in the atmosphere. Hahaha. Ya, feel like a slimy alien :p I used to be expressive too - more expressive compare to me today. So you can guess how everything counts those days. Don’t messes up or you'll read it somewhere. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice to other Melancholy - do not, I re-emphasize: DO NOT write or say anything when you are in your most oversensitive moment. If you proceed to express what your think, you'd most probably regret it after all the hormones gone. Believe me. Just keep quiet and calm yourself until you can reason the options and possibilities. I do understand the urge to 'make the world a better place' and the feeling that you are 'responsible to make things right'. But darling, it's only us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please cut the 'sixth sense' and 'instinct' crap. People like us must learn to differentiate between sixth sense, instinct and the oversensitive flow. Emotions are good, but too much of it makes other people nauseas. I admit that sometime we were right - something did happen. But come on... Haven't we learned enough from the movie? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some emotion and feeling are best to be kept to ourselves. If we still want to make things better, there's always more than one way to do it - spilling it like bullets is not a wise decision. We never meant to hurt anybody, but if we are aware that we are hurting others - of course we'd know that - maybe we need to do some reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To any of you who happen to have a Melancholy in your network and he/she is a pain - well, please bear with us. Like I said, we mean no harm. We are just being ourselves - ouch a lame excuse :p. Hehehe. It's like big waves that hit us - not many of us can swim through that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wonder how to stop the waves or how to ensure that you did not tickles the antenna - the answer is NOTHING. I am speaking for my self - I'd still be over sensitive no matter what you do. What makes a different is how a Melancholy handles the waves. BUT to put all the responsibility to the Melancholy is unfair. We all have responsibility to one another. One sided commitment won't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have big waves coming on my way:&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't write - very, very dangerous. Even if I do, I'd try to write about something else.&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't read, I don't watch shows with thick emotions - it will make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;3) I'll keep silent - the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I am surfing through the waves… Weeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-5302754862040190402?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/5302754862040190402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=5302754862040190402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5302754862040190402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5302754862040190402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/02/big-waves.html' title='Big Waves'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TU9mGpGtJ4I/AAAAAAAAAaE/TzOufmXiWA0/s72-c/_DSC0317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-3607160388984718228</id><published>2011-02-02T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T14:53:40.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swoon</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with all the screaming, I really love C.N Blue's version of Banmal Song. *Swoon!* I do agree, C.N Blue should release their version of Banmal Song. &lt;a href="http://cnbluestorm.com/boice/"&gt;BOICE&lt;/a&gt;s are going to love it... so much! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;This song sounds more romantic, sincere, more lovely, cuter and sweeter [the list really can grow more~] with all members singing it - I mean ALL! *blush!*&lt;br /&gt;My heart skips a beat [or two] when listening to Yong Hwa’s version.&lt;br /&gt;I got struck by lightning when Jong Hyun sings it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but love this song more and more when Min Hyuk and Jung Shin also sing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOICE Thailand - you are sooo lucky and I must say, you all rocks!&lt;br /&gt;Note: I know for some of you, I am so childish for loving the song too much. I can’t help it! Hehehe ^___^ You see, it is hard to find a song [we couldn’t even understand without translation] that make us blush and gives us goose bump. When I found it, I don’t mind giving some space to the childish part of me to have her moment~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kiw7mA0STjI" frameborder="0" width="425" height="349" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-3607160388984718228?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3607160388984718228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=3607160388984718228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3607160388984718228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3607160388984718228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/02/swoon.html' title='Swoon'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kiw7mA0STjI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-8466213475175058603</id><published>2011-02-01T16:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T16:54:00.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Banmal Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TUfI4v2u7UI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/i_EOHGdR8RI/s1600/yonghwa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568640341511171394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TUfI4v2u7UI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/i_EOHGdR8RI/s320/yonghwa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th January 2011 - Banmal Song was released as C.N Blue's Jung Yong Hwa digital single. This song - renamed to "&lt;strong&gt;For First-Time Lover&lt;/strong&gt;" - was firstly introduced through &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/We_Got_Married"&gt;We Got Married&lt;/a&gt; in one of &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvKoMgmX42s/TRGX1IeG9LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/RCRA0B5apjQ/s1600/yongseo3.jpg"&gt;YongSeo&lt;/a&gt;'s (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jung_Yong_Hwa"&gt;Yong Hwa &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seohyun"&gt;Seo Hyun&lt;/a&gt;) couple segment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have good reasons for loving January! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;Love the couple, love C.N Blue and of course lots of love for Jung Yong Hwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the song.&lt;br /&gt;It is full of love!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on Banmal Song &lt;a href="http://www.cnbluesgfc.net/2011/01/971yonghwas-solo-banmal-song-release.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://seoulbeats.com/2011/01/the-banmal-song/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uwAIZc0oKqI" frameborder="0" width="425" height="349" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-8466213475175058603?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8466213475175058603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=8466213475175058603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8466213475175058603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8466213475175058603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/02/banmal-song.html' title='The Banmal Song'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TUfI4v2u7UI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/i_EOHGdR8RI/s72-c/yonghwa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-5222125858252859286</id><published>2011-01-31T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:38:21.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>InsyaAllah - Versi Bahasa Melayu</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, akhirnya InsyaAllah versi Bahasa Melayu ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Yb_nd-zOLzI" frameborder="0" width="560" height="345" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah&lt;br /&gt;Maher Zain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andainya..&lt;br /&gt;Kau rasa tak berupaya&lt;br /&gt;Hidup sendirian tiada pembela&lt;br /&gt;Segalanya suram,bagai malam yang gelap&lt;br /&gt;tiada bantuan,tiada tujuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah berputus asa..&lt;br /&gt;Kerana Allah bersamamu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah... InsyaAllah...&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah... Ada Jalannya...&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah... InsyaAllah...&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah... Ada Jalannya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andainya..&lt;br /&gt;Kesalmu berulang lagi&lt;br /&gt;Bagai tiada ruang untuk kembali&lt;br /&gt;Tika keliru atas kesilapan lalu&lt;br /&gt;Membelenggu hati dan fikiranmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah berputus asa...&lt;br /&gt;Kerana Allah bersamamu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah... InsyaAllah...&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah... Ada Jalannya...&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah... InsyaAllah...&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah... Ada Jalannya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembalilah....&lt;br /&gt;Kepada yang Esa&lt;br /&gt;Yakin padaNya,panjatkanlah doa..&lt;br /&gt;OOoo~ Ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;Pimpinlah daku dari tersasar&lt;br /&gt;Tunjukkan daku ke jalan yang benar..&lt;br /&gt;Jalan yang benar...Jalan yang benar..&lt;br /&gt;Jalan yang benar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah... InsyaAllah...&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah... Ada Jalannya...&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah... InsyaAllah...&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah... Ada Jalannya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-5222125858252859286?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/5222125858252859286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=5222125858252859286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5222125858252859286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5222125858252859286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/01/insyaallah-versi-bahasa-melayu.html' title='InsyaAllah - Versi Bahasa Melayu'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Yb_nd-zOLzI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-5522006361668276830</id><published>2011-01-31T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T14:17:37.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daa January</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TUZTqhJDvKI/AAAAAAAAAZw/4dGDuttVQLM/s1600/DSC02207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568229979206171810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TUZTqhJDvKI/AAAAAAAAAZw/4dGDuttVQLM/s320/DSC02207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of January. Sigh. I'm going to miss January very much. I have a special place for January in my heart. Everything happened within the month of January usually become significant to me. I naturally paid careful attention on these 31 days. So it's a norm to make each day as beautiful as it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my younger age, January is the most anticipated moment for me and my two aunties. We were born in January: January 1st would be Achik's, January 2nd would be Atih's and mine on the 13th. We always try to celebrate our birthday together. Most of the time, the celebration came early in December - the perfect holiday for each of us. As we grew older, we rarely get the chance to do this anymore. My aunties are busy with their family and kids and I am busy with my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, we still love January - it's our time ^___^ No distance is too far and no mountains are too high when you have unconditional love in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I don't like my 31 days ruined, I must admit that not every day is pretty. I've had incidents. But again, I still love January ^____^ Be it ugly, be it pretty. Everyday count!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So January, let's do what we always did each year - let's move on and lets the time fly fast for our next meeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I don't say "goodbye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-5522006361668276830?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/5522006361668276830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=5522006361668276830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5522006361668276830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5522006361668276830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/01/assalamualaikum-today-is-last-day-of.html' title='Daa January'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TUZTqhJDvKI/AAAAAAAAAZw/4dGDuttVQLM/s72-c/DSC02207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-7257004172001328170</id><published>2011-01-27T13:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T13:48:08.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedetik dan Selebihnya</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau tak silap pernah tahu akan hasil kerja terbaru KRU - Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa ni. Dan rasanya tak bercadang nak tonton pun. Hahahaha. Tapi oleh kerana Sedetik Lebih adalah &lt;em&gt;official soundtrack&lt;/em&gt;, ada harapan untuk 'Aini pegi tonton kot ^____^ Dah terbayangkan macam mana lagu ni akan membangkitkan perasaan filem tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedetik Lebih... Ciptaan sepenuhnya oleh Edry Abdul Halim. Wow! Melodi bagus, lirik pun bagus. Nampaknya Edry memang dah &lt;em&gt;put the most effort on this project&lt;/em&gt;. Lagu ni juga diiringi oleh 40 orang pemuzik orkestra profesional - pertama kalinya dalam sejarah. Klip video arahan Yusry Abdul Halim, kos pembikinan RM30 ribu, diselesaikan dalam masa sehari je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau namanya hasil kerja KRU, kesan khas wajar bagus. Harapannya skrip, arahan dan lakonan bagus jugaklah. Nama pun filem kan...&lt;br /&gt;Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa... kos pembikinan: RM8 juta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat ber-&lt;em&gt;feeling&lt;/em&gt; dengan lagu Sedetik Lebih~&lt;br /&gt;Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa menemui penonton di pawagam Mac 2011...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More: &lt;a href="http://www.era.fm/blog/post.asp?a=ceritera&amp;amp;pid=61886"&gt;http://www.era.fm/blog/post.asp?a=ceritera&amp;amp;pid=61886&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ku kan terus mencinta sedetik lebih selepas selamanya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedetik Lebih&lt;br /&gt;Anuar Zain&lt;br /&gt;OST Hikayat Merong Mahawangasa&lt;br /&gt;Ciptaan: Edry Abdul Halim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F5DbdSn_TSc" frameborder="0" width="560" height="345" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap nafas yang dihembus&lt;br /&gt;Setiap degupan jantung&lt;br /&gt;Aku selalu memikirkanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam sedar dibuai angan&lt;br /&gt;Dalam tidur dan khayalan&lt;br /&gt;Aku selalu memikirkanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata ku perlukan cinta dari dirimu sayang&lt;br /&gt;Barulah terasa ku bernyawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasihku… ku amat mencintai kamu&lt;br /&gt;Kerana kau beri erti hidup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ku kan terus mencinta sedetik lebih selepas selamanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di kala penuh ketakutan dengan badai kehidupan&lt;br /&gt;Ku bersyukur adanya kamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah kehilangan semua yang dimiliki di dunia&lt;br /&gt;Asal masih adanya kamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata ku perlukan cinta dari dirimu sayang&lt;br /&gt;Barulah terasa ku bernyawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasihku… ku amat mencintai kamu&lt;br /&gt;Kerana kau beri erti hidup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ku kan terus mencinta sedetik lebih selepas selamanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Kasihku… ku amat mencintai kamu&lt;br /&gt;Kerana kau beri erti hidup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ku kan terus mencinta sedetik lebih selepas selamanya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-7257004172001328170?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/7257004172001328170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=7257004172001328170&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7257004172001328170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7257004172001328170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/01/sedetik-dan-selebihnya.html' title='Sedetik dan Selebihnya'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/F5DbdSn_TSc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-3429984833540208242</id><published>2011-01-25T09:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T10:01:47.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Cik Nadia Bukan Nama Sebenar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TT4uw4--U6I/AAAAAAAAAZo/BmIjnR8Giyg/s1600/P1010326_.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565937606941627298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TT4uw4--U6I/AAAAAAAAAZo/BmIjnR8Giyg/s320/P1010326_.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa sengal dengan pendengar Hot FM, Cik Nadia Bukan Nama Sebenar. Seronok yer, hantar SMS pengakuan sukakan 'hak orang' ke stesen radio. Siap bagitau sedang in a relationship dengan tunangan orang yang dah nak kawen. Hello Cik Nadia Bukan Nama Sebenar! Obviously apa yang you buat tu salah. Takde nya boleh ke, tak boleh ke oke. SALAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang la setiap orang ada ujian masing-masing. So you nak kata yang you memang ditakdirkan untuk 'fall in love with unavailable guys'?? That that is your obstacle in life?? Sigh. Cik Nadia Bukan Nama Sebenar, pernah tak terfikirkan hikmah Allah bagi manusia akal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah tak you terfikir perasan wanita lain yang boifren/tunang dan hubby nya you berskandal? Kalau boifren/tunang/hubby you buat you macam tu, so how?! You boleh lagi tersenyum hantar SMS kat Hot FM bagitahu yang you nih pasrah jadi mangsa skandal? Dan takde maknanya gak nak kata 'bertepuk sebelah tangan takkan berbunyi'. Patutnya you sebagai perempuan bermaruah, you ketuk je kepala lelaki tak jujur macam tu - bukan join sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tunangan orang yang berskandal dengan Cik Nadia Bukan Nama Sebenar tu, you nih lelaki jenis apa yer. You dan berjanji bagai dengan anak dara orang, bagi harapan kat mak bapak orang tu - tapi belom kawen lagi dah terserlah belang dan polka dot. You takde kakak dan adik perempuan ke? Mahu kalau orang lain buat kakak dan adik perempuan you macam tu?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takleh blah betol la kes curang-curang nih. Sensitif kot. Tak kira lah boys or girls, bila you dah berjanji, you kena lah tepati. When you choose to give commitment in a relationship, you should give your best to make sure that happen. Kalau tak boleh nak setia, sila jangan in a relationship yer. Jangan suka hati you je nak lukakan hati orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see pemain chenta, setiap yang terluka kerana chenta ada family and friends yang turut terluka bila we all terluka. You pemain chenta, pon ada women in your life - sisters, cousins, friends. Hari ni you lukakan hati orang, when the time comes hati you pulak yang akan dilukai - or women around you. Bukan berdoa yang bukan-bukan, but think about it. Life is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not judging you, Cik Nadia Bukan Nama Sebenar. It could happen to me as well. But I really, really hope that both of us and all men and women in a relationship could try our best to free ourselves from this scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didoakan Cik Nadia Bukan Nama Sebenar [dan 'Aini juga] dapat melepaskan diri daripada chenta-chenta terlarang dan semoga Allah ketemukan dengan lelaki yang dapat membimbing Cik Nadia Bukan Nama Sebenar [dan 'Aini juga] ke jalan cintaNYA. Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-3429984833540208242?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3429984833540208242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=3429984833540208242&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3429984833540208242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3429984833540208242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/01/kisah-cik-nadia-bukan-nama-sebenar.html' title='Kisah Cik Nadia Bukan Nama Sebenar'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TT4uw4--U6I/AAAAAAAAAZo/BmIjnR8Giyg/s72-c/P1010326_.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-7349373460130512870</id><published>2011-01-17T09:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T09:27:13.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lelaki Hari Ini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TTOa2xJO-yI/AAAAAAAAAZg/rAaIqR4fI5E/s1600/DSC_0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562960230428375842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TTOa2xJO-yI/AAAAAAAAAZg/rAaIqR4fI5E/s320/DSC_0926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alahai lelaki hari ni... Dah semakin cantek. Hahaha. Bukanlah kata dah tak maskulin atau bukan lelaki, tapi tu lah... dah banyak ciri-ciri perempuan. Kawaii kata orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dulu-dulu orang lelaki guna kosmetik - pakai bedak pun cukup la - harus kena kutuk kot. Sekarang ni jangan kata bedak: foundation, eyeliner [liquid, oke... Ai pon tak reti nak guna], pencuci muka yg mencerahkan kulit - dulu lelaki, moisturizer... You name it. Padahal dulu kalo lelaki tu berkulit sawo matang dek kerjanya, yang itulah yang menjadi pujaan hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dulu-dulu lelaki berambut panjang tu kutu embun dan kutu rock je. Lelaki baek-baek yang jadi idaman abah mertua semua berambut kemas. Lagi macho kalo potongannya gaya tentera. Uuuuiissshhh! Sekarang rambut lelaki sama ikal je dengan rambut perempuan. Lebih ikal kot... Siap potongan pon berfesyen sakan. Kaler pon dah macam-macam kaler dari yang tak berapa macam manusia sampai la yang harus macam alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu yang wanginya perempuan je. Yang lelaki biasa-biasa je la. Sekarang wangi lelaki sama atau lebih dari yang perempuan. Dengan after shave nya la, cologne nya la, deodorant lagi, perfume lagi! Sekali lalu, 3 bulan boleh tahu :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu-dulu tangan orang perempuan je yang jadi perhatian. Lembut ke, pandai buat keje rumah ke, kuku dijaga rapi ke tak. Sekarang lelaki pun beriya-iya gak dengan manicure pedicure nya. Boleh la together-gether pegi salun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu belom cte pasal akseksori lagi. Dulu lelaki ada jam tangan dah cukup. Kalau bercincin pon ikut sunnah. Sekarang nih sibuk je lelaki pon nak pakai subang la, nak pakai gelang tangan la, nak pakai rantai la, nak pakai cekak rambut la, pakai cincin tak hingat dunia... Haih... Apa kes der?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geleng kepala agaknya Abah aku di rumah dengan lelaki-lelaki sekarang. Kalau time dia dulu-dulu mana ada lelaki yang macam tu. Mak mertua pon kalo nak pilih menantu konfem cari lelaki yang boleh diharap - bagus kerjanya, bersungguh-sungguh cari rezki, dan yang penting nampak la tokoh pahlawan sikit-sikit untuk perlindungan anak dara kesayangan. At least kalo ada orang kacau anak kita, menantu kita tu tak la cabut kan... Lagi satu, lelaki ni mesti la serba boleh... Bukan tahu nak call tukang je :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai rasa, Ai suka lelaki yang macam lelaki kot. Tak payah la nak jadi cantek ke, comel ke, hapa ke… Kalo nak berakseksori skit-skit tu boleh la. Tapi jangan melebih dari Ai pulak.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Lelaki hari ini, jangan marah yer… Gurau-gurau manje je~ Bukanlah Ai kutuk, cuma tertanya-tanya je ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wassalam.&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/1210924605490693606-7349373460130512870?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/7349373460130512870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=7349373460130512870&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7349373460130512870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7349373460130512870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/01/lelaki-hari-ini.html' title='Lelaki Hari Ini'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TTOa2xJO-yI/AAAAAAAAAZg/rAaIqR4fI5E/s72-c/DSC_0926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-8668667717504428765</id><published>2011-01-11T16:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T10:07:30.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year - 27th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TSwReQzaDFI/AAAAAAAAAZI/KLOlsqLFfbY/s1600/_DSC0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560838851500051538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TSwReQzaDFI/AAAAAAAAAZI/KLOlsqLFfbY/s320/_DSC0207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No wise man ever wished to be younger."&lt;br /&gt;- Jonathan Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe above statement suit me!&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that I am one year older give me a wrinkle, but thinking that I am one year wiser light up the day and makes me feel much better ^____^ I did not recall being this pessimist about birthdays, so it is a sign of a wiser me when birthday finally made up to the list of concerns. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, praises to Allah for His Kindness I am here for my 27th birthday. May His Blessings be with me all the way and may His Guidance be with me so that I am always on the right path to find Him. And, the most important thing, may each age blessed. Amiin. I never really that excited about birthday cakes. I never had any surprise birthday celebration. I don’t handle surprises well and when my housemates did last night – earlier as everybody need to sleep – I was near to panic shock. Hahaha. Chocolate strawberry cake, yummy! It was awesome to see so many candles on one cake ^___^ To my housemates, thank you. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TS5b51ef9LI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2GVy0Ausgjo/s1600/DSC02133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561483639014814898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TS5b51ef9LI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2GVy0Ausgjo/s320/DSC02133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;It's stronger than it looks. How long do you think it takes to make it strong like this? It was rolled, stepped on, and cut on. It had to endure a heat of 1300 degrees. But that's not the end of it. If it doesn't become yours even after all of that hardship, then you have to give up on it cleanly&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Said So Yi-jung to Ga-eul in an episode of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWZnRSQ-cWY"&gt;Boys Over Flower&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above statement is very much suitable to start my reflection for the past 12 months. What happened last 12 months makes me a better person, someone stronger in good ways and a lady I am grateful and proud to age with. Stagnant life means stagnant achievement. We need the wind and wave to change the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happen. On top of everything, I am mostly proud to discover that I do have suppressed talent in baking and I am happy to begin my hobby in photography. I never bake anything my whole life and it is great to know that I can do it without burning anything... Well, at least nothing major happen :p I am always interested in photography, but I never thought that I would love kids photography so much. I thought I would end up in wedding photography. I still have the same passion in wedding and it is more than just being a photographer. Of course, there's always so many things to capture in weddings, but I'm not going to get in the official photographer's way ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oldest of age is when you no longer can see your life as wonderful; not even the slightest of it. That would be a pathetic life. From being a tea bag in boiled water until the beautiful porcelain in Yi-jung's example - rolled, stepped on, cut on and endure a heat of 1300 degrees - I am grateful that I still see my life as wonderful in every part, Alhamdulillah. Look closely and find the slightest and smallest element of your life - cheer it righteously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my... This 27th birthday feels like a big surprise!&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things in this life ahead of me. InshaAllah, all are the best for me. The world spins faster each day and I wish to spin with it and I plan to have fun. I am looking forward to experience and learn new things, to write and share more inspiring story and to contribute more as a muslimah. InshaAllah, whatever portion I have in the future, may Allah help me to do the best. Another year closer to death and hopefully closer to Him, too. Amiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-8668667717504428765?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8668667717504428765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=8668667717504428765&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8668667717504428765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8668667717504428765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/01/27th.html' title='Another Year - 27th Birthday'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TSwReQzaDFI/AAAAAAAAAZI/KLOlsqLFfbY/s72-c/_DSC0207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-5059536732016865024</id><published>2011-01-09T02:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T02:58:50.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tourist: Loving the Dresses</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to watch The Tourist was mostly motivated by Johnny Depp. Another motivation would be the collaboration between Johnny Depp and Angelina Jolie - I'd like to see the outcome when these two stars meet in one movie. Well, even with these two stars The Tourist was not one of great movie for 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise Ward is the only thing that saves The Tourist from being rated as a yawn-movie. I have no expectation for this movie (cause the idea of Depp and Jolie doesn't sound that captivating), but as soon as Elise Ward made her first appearance on the screen, I totally forgot about Depp. Hahaha. Angelina Jolie portrayed an elegant lady very well. I am so glad. She have the charisma that really makes people turn and look at her - not just as a character in a movie but in reality. Johnny Depp on the other hand did not make it to the surface. He is just another character in a movie, falling in love with the lady. [I couldn't believe I said this about Johnny Depp...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that saves this movie would be Elise's &lt;a href="http://au.lifestyle.yahoo.com/who/latest-news/article/-/8498651/angelina-jolies-tourist-style-secrets/"&gt;wardrobe&lt;/a&gt;. Oh gosh, I really love the dresses! They were perfect - a perfect distraction too I must say. My favorite would be Elise's firs dress - an ivory sheath accented with a cashmere wrap and fine suede gloves. I love everything about it; from the hair to the shoes. Inspired by classic film noir glamour, the wardrobe highlighted Elise's persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have the dresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TSizX2HVAVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/4zqoie5NlXY/s1600/angelina-jolie-pax-tourist-set-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559890962233491794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TSizX2HVAVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/4zqoie5NlXY/s320/angelina-jolie-pax-tourist-set-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TSizXnqIqAI/AAAAAAAAAY4/XV9_UYPykIk/s1600/1214angelina-jolie-the-tourist_fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559890958352951298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TSizXnqIqAI/AAAAAAAAAY4/XV9_UYPykIk/s320/1214angelina-jolie-the-tourist_fa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TSizXWf12cI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1hA48KgjZMM/s1600/0223angelina-jolie-the-tourist_fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559890953746373058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TSizXWf12cI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1hA48KgjZMM/s320/0223angelina-jolie-the-tourist_fa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-5059536732016865024?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/5059536732016865024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=5059536732016865024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5059536732016865024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5059536732016865024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2011/01/tourist-loving-dresses.html' title='The Tourist: Loving the Dresses'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TSizX2HVAVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/4zqoie5NlXY/s72-c/angelina-jolie-pax-tourist-set-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-6805224580937472764</id><published>2010-12-31T09:35:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:17:08.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As-Salam 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR00LKNKwiI/AAAAAAAAAWg/D31Ucbc8Pxo/s1600/_DSC0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556654881567851042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR00LKNKwiI/AAAAAAAAAWg/D31Ucbc8Pxo/s400/_DSC0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR00aDOgubI/AAAAAAAAAWo/KW26Qm_USSg/s1600/DSC01237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556655137392474546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR00aDOgubI/AAAAAAAAAWo/KW26Qm_USSg/s320/DSC01237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2010 is a tough year. It is a year of self potential discovery. It is a year of being a tea bag in boiled water. With correct temperature and timing, with or without sugar and other additional, everybody would enjoy a decent cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest of night that you'll see the brightest of stars; and the sun always rise every day. There's no such thing as bad weather, only different kind of good weathers. Despite all the turmoil happened along this year, my life is not that bad. In fact, I think I am happier... I feel serene inside. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR00wm_xw8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/t28yrX203PM/s1600/_DSC1820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556655524951475138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR00wm_xw8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/t28yrX203PM/s200/_DSC1820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a lesson and experience is the best teacher. No matter what happen or how hard the lesson is, tomorrow would still come and we would have to walk another day, weeks, months and years. Nothing would stay unchanged, everything change - from amniotic fluid to oxygen. A baby learns to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gain friends. I know who likes to ride the limo with me and who will always accompany me to walk on a rainy day. I've seen my life as walking on a runway; I even wish it is as simple as shoes - but nothing to compare with the experience by being me and just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR007qu1YNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Op5mV7zj_JE/s1600/58916_162276220449399_100000010665253_558724_4693811_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556655714932711634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR007qu1YNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Op5mV7zj_JE/s200/58916_162276220449399_100000010665253_558724_4693811_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is ordinary to start a new year with a resolution. I'm going to start my new year with a conclusion instead. At the end of this decade, I finally come to a conclusion that lifetime is too precious to be wasted with hatred, anger and meaningless matter. And the biggest lesson: 1) Love Allah - every second, 2) Patience is the key, 3) Forgiveness heals, and 4) Silence is the best policy - when you have nothing good to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR01Ld_lgJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/J_YuZL9SrwE/s1600/DSC01739_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556655986391220370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR01Ld_lgJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/J_YuZL9SrwE/s200/DSC01739_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of everything, there's nothing to compare; when HE tested you and then with HIS guidance you find your way... not out, but towards 'knowing' HIM.&lt;br /&gt;All praises to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;Subhanallah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssttt: I only realized that 2011 is the beginning of a new decade from a TV program. Hmmm... I remember the time when the year 2000 arrives. Oh it feels like yesterday - celebrating a new century. 10 more years until vision 2020.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doa: Semoga Allah memberkati permulaan satu lagi dekad dengan iman yang diperkukuhkan dan cinta kepadaNYA yang semakin banyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell to 2010 and welcome 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wassalam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘A picture speaks a thousand words'. So here are the pictures representing moments, people and occasions in 2010.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR01yWlMzWI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/TOJBPj18mVQ/s1600/_DSC0212_e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556656654416399714" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR01yWlMzWI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/TOJBPj18mVQ/s200/_DSC0212_e2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR01yCERjuI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Uo0r5sIhqAI/s1600/_DSC0211_e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556656648909590242" style="WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR01yCERjuI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Uo0r5sIhqAI/s200/_DSC0211_e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR020HtRV-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/OligRDOciwA/s1600/DSC1096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556657784295086050" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR020HtRV-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/OligRDOciwA/s200/DSC1096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR01yutGDjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/oWX-9KV3lt0/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556656660891962930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR01yutGDjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/oWX-9KV3lt0/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR01y8_tXBI/AAAAAAAAAXg/XV7H_Jhqnnw/s1600/34641_412038983906_714528906_4829736_4477153_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556656664728132626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR01y8_tXBI/AAAAAAAAAXg/XV7H_Jhqnnw/s200/34641_412038983906_714528906_4829736_4477153_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR02znD8kHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/hVTEJunay_s/s1600/DSC00949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556657775531823218" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR02znD8kHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/hVTEJunay_s/s200/DSC00949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR020QaypyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Ul3nHhPojiU/s1600/DSC01302_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556657786633496354" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR020QaypyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Ul3nHhPojiU/s200/DSC01302_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR020vQPJrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/I1vUPhvabgk/s1600/DSC01402_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556657794910725810" style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR020vQPJrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/I1vUPhvabgk/s200/DSC01402_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR01zIEQYQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/lY7YN7SW5Xs/s1600/61488_162244503785904_100000010665253_558170_2555291_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556656667699994882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR01zIEQYQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/lY7YN7SW5Xs/s200/61488_162244503785904_100000010665253_558170_2555291_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR0209cb7pI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hKU6kRmCpcg/s1600/DSC_0727_e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556657798719991442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR0209cb7pI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hKU6kRmCpcg/s200/DSC_0727_e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-6805224580937472764?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/6805224580937472764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=6805224580937472764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/6805224580937472764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/6805224580937472764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-salam-2011.html' title='As-Salam 2011'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TR00LKNKwiI/AAAAAAAAAWg/D31Ucbc8Pxo/s72-c/_DSC0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-941997449851311251</id><published>2010-12-30T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T10:34:09.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rx: C.N Blue</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache since morning (-___-)&lt;br /&gt;Started to feel drowsy and dizzy after taking the prescribed pills (@___@)&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Jung Yong-hwa and C.N Blue keep me on the ground ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8J4QcmD-duw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8J4QcmD-duw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Will Forget You&lt;br /&gt;C.N Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will forget you starting today&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know you&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen you&lt;br /&gt;We never even walked pass each other&lt;br /&gt;I’m okay, I forgot everything&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy with my busy life&lt;br /&gt;I’ve met a great person too&lt;br /&gt;Love is always like this&lt;br /&gt;It fades away after some time&lt;br /&gt;Can’t even remember it&lt;br /&gt;When love goes away, another love comes again&lt;br /&gt;It definitely will&lt;br /&gt;Even if it hurts now, it will heal a little later&lt;br /&gt;It will forget&lt;br /&gt;I will too&lt;br /&gt;It’s not difficult&lt;br /&gt;I will forget everything after today&lt;br /&gt;I’m just getting used to my changed life&lt;br /&gt;Love is always like this&lt;br /&gt;It fades away after some time&lt;br /&gt;Can’t even remember it&lt;br /&gt;When love goes away, another love comes again&lt;br /&gt;It definitely will&lt;br /&gt;Even if it hurts now, it will heal a little later&lt;br /&gt;It will forget&lt;br /&gt;I will too&lt;br /&gt;I will erase everything&lt;br /&gt;I definitely will&lt;br /&gt;When love goes away, another love comes again&lt;br /&gt;It definitely will&lt;br /&gt;Even if tears fall now, I will smile a little later&lt;br /&gt;I will (now) forget you (now).&lt;br /&gt;Just like a wound heals…&lt;br /&gt;I will. I will. I will forget you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-941997449851311251?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/941997449851311251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=941997449851311251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/941997449851311251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/941997449851311251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2010/12/prescribed-cn-blue.html' title='Rx: C.N Blue'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-645772720612146553</id><published>2010-12-30T08:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T10:52:59.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syabas Malaysia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556269473004305154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TRvVpbbEuwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/L-QLQZDWL4c/s400/blueis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, dengan izinNya, Malaysia telah berjaya merangkul kejayaan sebagai juara Kejohanan Bola Sepak Piala Suzuki AFF 2010 menerusi agregat 4-2 - penantian 14 tahun oke~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TRvVwkJh1mI/AAAAAAAAAWI/MCEhAOSTb0g/s1600/2010-12-30_083344.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walaupun Mohd. Safee Mohd. Sali dinobatkan sebagai &lt;em&gt;best player&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;no doubt he is&lt;/em&gt;), tapi dihati 'Aini Khairul Fahmi Che Mat adalah hero sebenar ^____^ Sangat kagum dengan kebolehan beliau. Dah lama pasukan Malaysia takde &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wow factor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; macam tu. &lt;em&gt;Overall, the whole team played it very well. Great.&lt;/em&gt; Rasa macam pasukan lama telah diculik Ultraman dan dipancarkan laser (oooopppppsss!) sehingga termutasi menjadi lebih baik. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556270637083690082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TRvWtL9OhGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/qYKFS6jhf4k/s320/2010-12-30_083344.gif" border="0" /&gt;Di penghujung dekad ini, akhirnya Malaysia mempamerkan kesungguhan dan mutu perjuangan yang kembali menarik kepercayaan peminat bolasepak negara. Harap prestasi baik ini dapat dikekalkan. Janganlah bermusim - juara sekali kalahnya berkali-kali :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Fahmi: All the best&lt;/em&gt;. Jangankan aweks, cewek-cewek sekelian pun menaruh harapan yang tinggi terhadap kamu sekarang. Semoga dapat&lt;em&gt; maintain&lt;/em&gt; prestasi yer~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syabas Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TRvV1QQDsQI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M1-woLEWyrw/s1600/2010-12-30_083840.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556269676163739906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TRvV1QQDsQI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M1-woLEWyrw/s400/2010-12-30_083840.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota kaki:&lt;br /&gt;Bersorak sampai sakit kepala dan sakit tekak bersama budak-budak serumah. Habis jatuh saham keayuan masing-masing. Wahahahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kotak:&lt;br /&gt;Alang-alang sepak bola, biar berjuang macam anak jantan. Tak payah nak berlakon tergolek-golek tengah padang dan mengadu mencari alas an kekalahan. Bak kata wartawan Kosmo!: “Namun, Khairul Fahmi membuktikan dirinya tidak selembik penjaga gol Indonesia, Markus Harison yang 'alah' dengan pancaran laser ketika aksi final pertama di Kuala Lumpur, Ahad lalu.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-645772720612146553?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/645772720612146553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=645772720612146553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/645772720612146553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/645772720612146553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2010/12/assalamualaikum-alhamdulillah-dengan.html' title='Syabas Malaysia!'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TRvVpbbEuwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/L-QLQZDWL4c/s72-c/blueis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-3653629107592647256</id><published>2010-12-29T11:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T07:35:33.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semua Milik DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TRrLZxM8VGI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ORYDWiuLjuw/s1600/_DSC1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555976733879719010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TRrLZxM8VGI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ORYDWiuLjuw/s400/_DSC1561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tersentuh hati mendengar kebenaran dari bait-bait ringkas yang dialunkan oleh Arwah Ustaz Asri dalam perjalanan ke Johor baru-baru ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah...&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Allah jauhkan sifat riak dan kufur nikmat dari hati para Muslimin dan Muslimat sekelian...&lt;br /&gt;Amiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya, semuanya milik Allah. Kita hanya makhluk yang melata mengharapkan kasih sayang Allah... Harap sedar diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana Milik Kita&lt;br /&gt;Rabbani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana milik kita?&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada milik kita&lt;br /&gt;Semua yang ada&lt;br /&gt;Allah yang punya&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada kita punya&lt;br /&gt;Kita hanya mengusahakan saja&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang kita dapat&lt;br /&gt;Allah sudah sediakannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita Allah punya&lt;br /&gt;Bumi langit ciptaanNya&lt;br /&gt;Miliklah apa saja&lt;br /&gt;Tidak terlepas dari ciptaanNya&lt;br /&gt;Mana kita punya?&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada kepunyaan kita&lt;br /&gt;Kita hanya mengusahakan&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang telah ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana milik kita?&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada milik kita&lt;br /&gt;Semua yang ada&lt;br /&gt;Allah yang punya&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada kita punya&lt;br /&gt;Kita hanya mengusahakan saja&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang kita dapat&lt;br /&gt;Allah sudah sediakannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kita sombong&lt;br /&gt;Memiliki Allah punya&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa tidak malu&lt;br /&gt;Kepada Allah yang empunya&lt;br /&gt;Patut bersyukur kepada Allah&lt;br /&gt;Yang memberi segalanya&lt;br /&gt;Malulah kepada Allah&lt;br /&gt;Kerana milik Ia punya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah berbangga&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang ada pada kita&lt;br /&gt;Kalau Allah tidak beri&lt;br /&gt;Kita tidak punya apa-apa&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah mengungkit&lt;br /&gt;Mengungkit jasa kita&lt;br /&gt;Jasa kita di sisiNya&lt;br /&gt;Yang sebenarnya Allah punya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilah kita bersyukur&lt;br /&gt;Bukan berbangga&lt;br /&gt;Bersyukur kepada Allah&lt;br /&gt;Bukan mengungkit jasa&lt;br /&gt;Gunakanlah nikmat Allah itu&lt;br /&gt;Untuk khidmat kepadaNya&lt;br /&gt;Selepas itu lupakan saja&lt;br /&gt;Agar tidak mengungkit-ungkitnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana milik kita?&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada milik kita&lt;br /&gt;Semua yang ada&lt;br /&gt;Allah yang punya&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada kita punya&lt;br /&gt;Kita hanya mengusahakan saja&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang kita dapat&lt;br /&gt;Allah sudah sediakannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o2PLDjyjoFQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o2PLDjyjoFQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" 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/1210924605490693606-3653629107592647256?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3653629107592647256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=3653629107592647256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3653629107592647256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3653629107592647256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2010/12/assalamualaikum-tersentuh-hati.html' title='Semua Milik DIA'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TRrLZxM8VGI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ORYDWiuLjuw/s72-c/_DSC1561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-5530325823097662191</id><published>2010-12-24T10:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:56:17.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Just-the-Way-You-Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TRQLb2rk2vI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qhT5L9EigLc/s1600/dancing%2Blady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554076813617322738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TRQLb2rk2vI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qhT5L9EigLc/s400/dancing%2Blady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, while getting ready for work the radio station played a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they're not shining. Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her trying. She's so beautiful and I tell her every day..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I smiled to the reflection in the mirror. What a sweet guy, I thought. I can smile all day long for this kind of compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I know, I know, when I compliment her she won’t believe me. And it’s so, it’s so sad to think she don't see what I see..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errmmmm. This is new. So I stopped doing everything I do, grab my phone and listened to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When I see your face there's not a thing that I would change. Cause you're amazing just the way you are. And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while. Cause girl you're amazing just the way you are..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know, you know, you know I'd never ask you to change. If perfect is what you're searching for then just stay the same..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'll stay the same! If you said so... Hehehe. Then the radio station announces that the song is Bruno Mars' Just the Way You Are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a perfect song in the morning. I do feel amazing just the way I am. The truth is, I can't stop smiling. I feel like my heart and lungs and liver are all smiling within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the feeling when an important guy in your life tells you that you are just perfect, sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving, I thought, it would be much sweeter if a husband tells this to his wife. And keep telling her this every day, on every anniversary until their 10th, 20th, 30th anniversary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how the wife is.&lt;br /&gt;A husband must always be proud of their wife and sees her as the prettiest woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes still make the stars not shining no matter how buffy they are after sleepless night taking care of your babies.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;Her smiles still make the world stops and stares for a while even with extra lines after years of comforting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still amazing no matter how much she have changed after giving you children of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold her hands no matter how rough they have become from doing the house chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan masa bercintan-cintun je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the Way You Are&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh her eyes, her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Make the stars look like they're not shining&lt;br /&gt;Her hair, her hair&lt;br /&gt;Falls perfectly without her trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And I tell her every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;When I compliment her&lt;br /&gt;She won’t believe me&lt;br /&gt;And it’s so, it’s so&lt;br /&gt;Sad to think she don't see what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time she asks me do I look okay&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lips, her lips&lt;br /&gt;I could kiss them all day if she'd let me&lt;br /&gt;Her laugh, her laugh&lt;br /&gt;She hates but I think it’s so sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And I tell her every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;I'd never ask you to change&lt;br /&gt;If perfect is what you're searching for&lt;br /&gt;Then just stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't even bother asking&lt;br /&gt;If you look okay&lt;br /&gt;You know I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you're amazingJust the way you are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-5530325823097662191?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/5530325823097662191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=5530325823097662191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/5530325823097662191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Mechanical/ Technical Advisory Wanted</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I really really feel that I really really need a personal advisor - for car especially and other technical stuff in my life. *sigh* I hate it when I have to figure these technical stuff, and I hate it even more that I can't understand it! T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possibility to run over to Perodua Service Center, again today, is very high. The probability of being hated is also high. I am so getting myself a personal Perodua advisor ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A car need more than just a manual~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-3251079449439739343?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3251079449439739343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=3251079449439739343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3251079449439739343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/3251079449439739343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2010/12/personal-mechanical-technical-advisory.html' title='Personal Mechanical/ Technical Advisory Wanted'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-97218599526211964</id><published>2010-12-17T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T13:34:32.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the Way</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TQr15Qk9PkI/AAAAAAAAAVc/iuTdrYYzvFU/s1600/DSC_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551519854738882114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TQr15Qk9PkI/AAAAAAAAAVc/iuTdrYYzvFU/s320/DSC_1033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will come a time when you have gazillions why and what, you'd ask yourself every second of how and you can't never find the when. You'll live in denials and blames. You'd face a situation tears could not explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world itself no longer holds any sense for you, it is time to let it go - drop everything and forget the world and all in it that is hurting you - then prostrate before Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prostrate your heart and soul before Him and tell Him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Oh Allah! I seek Your guidance by virtue of Your knowledge, and I seek ability by virtue of Your power, and I ask You of Your great bounty. You have power; I have none. And You know; I know not. You are the Knower of hidden things.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Allah! If in Your knowledge, (this matter*) is good for my religion, my livelihood and my affairs, immediate and in the future, then ordain it for me, make it easy for me, and bless it for me. And if in Your knowledge, (this matter*) is bad for my religion, my livelihood and my affairs, immediate and in the future, then turn it away from me, and turn me away from it. And ordain for me the good wherever it may be, and make me content with it&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we lost in a dark place, we need the light. When we lost in an unknown place, we wish for the guide. But to find the light and the guidance is not easy. Most of things no longer make sense. You are losing the grip and you are losing your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear this, darlings.&lt;br /&gt;The light you are looking for, the guidance you longed for, the remedy and tips you are searching for - you'd find it in remembering Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Keadaan orang Mukmin itu sangat menakjubkan, kerana segala urusan yang menimpanya dianggap baik. Tetapi keadaan ini hanya berlaku kepada orang yang beriman. Iaitu, apabila mendapat kesenangan, dia bersyukur kerana itu lebih baik untuknya. Dan apabila dilanda kesusahan dia bersabar, kerana itu lebih baik untuknya&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Riwayat Muslim daripada Abu Yahya Syuhaib bin Sinan r.a&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ketahuilah, andai semua manusia berkumpul untuk memberi manfaat kepadamu, mereka tidak akan mampu melakukannya kecuali sesuai dengan apa yang telah Allah tentukan. Dan andai mereka berkumpul untuk menyakitimu, mereka tidak akan mampu melakukannya kecuali sesuai dengan apa yang telah Allah tentukan untukmu&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Riwayat at-Tirmizi&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-97218599526211964?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/97218599526211964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=97218599526211964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/97218599526211964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/97218599526211964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2010/12/finding-way.html' title='Finding the Way'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TQr15Qk9PkI/AAAAAAAAAVc/iuTdrYYzvFU/s72-c/DSC_1033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-2676504278503384486</id><published>2010-12-17T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T11:02:37.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bukan Tempat Tinggal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TQrR-pOepSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vFZoVy9bQsQ/s1600/_DSC0211_e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551480364836234530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TQrR-pOepSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vFZoVy9bQsQ/s320/_DSC0211_e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada ertinya 'kembali' jika ia bukan yang abadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nun disana cita - cita kita&lt;br /&gt;Ya akhirat namanya&lt;br /&gt;Di dunia ini bukan tempat tinggal&lt;br /&gt;Di sini hanya sebentar tidak kekal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betulkan niat dari sekarang&lt;br /&gt;Tukar sikap kita yang merugikan&lt;br /&gt;Qur'an dan sunnah jadikan panduan&lt;br /&gt;Agar esok kita tidak kekesalan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biar susah sedikit kerana Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Untuk menghindar kesusahan yang besar&lt;br /&gt;Yang tidak sanggup ditanggung badan&lt;br /&gt;Ambillah iktibar kalau mahu sedap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disana tiada taulan yang membela&lt;br /&gt;Amal ibadah itulah pembela kita&lt;br /&gt;Ayuh bersegaralah membuat kebajikan&lt;br /&gt;Jangan dilalaikan oleh nafsu dan syaitan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangkat dan harta tidak akan kekal&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan apa yang ada akan ditinggal&lt;br /&gt;Hidup di dunia hanya sementara&lt;br /&gt;Buatlah persiapan untuk ke sana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayuh bersegeralah menuju Alloh&lt;br /&gt;Taatilah Dia minta ampun pada-Nya&lt;br /&gt;Mati bila - bila masa boleh tiba&lt;br /&gt;Jangan sampai kita tidak bersedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biar susah sedikit kerana Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Untuk menghindar kesusahan yang besar&lt;br /&gt;Yang tidak sanggup ditanggung badan&lt;br /&gt;Ambillah iktibar kalau mahu sedap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nun disana cita - cita kita&lt;br /&gt;Ya akhirat namanya&lt;br /&gt;Di dunia ini bukan tempat tinggal&lt;br /&gt;Di sini hanya sebentar tidak kekal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Nun Di Sana, Rabbani)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-2676504278503384486?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2676504278503384486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=2676504278503384486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/2676504278503384486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/2676504278503384486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2010/12/bukan-tempat-tinggal.html' title='Bukan Tempat Tinggal'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TQrR-pOepSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vFZoVy9bQsQ/s72-c/_DSC0211_e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-1173051818205062607</id><published>2010-12-13T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:05:21.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TQWMjzQUuQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-RUh3_2ue0A/s1600/DSC_0223_edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549996662485989634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TQWMjzQUuQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-RUh3_2ue0A/s320/DSC_0223_edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change.&lt;br /&gt;Changes happen every second. There is nothing we can do to stop it from happening. When a change happen, we need to sit down and breathe... take deep breaths; oxygen help in thinking. Then, we must learn to accept that the change happened whether we like it or not. Live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, everything changes.&lt;br /&gt;People change. Nothing stays the same. To demand the other way is ridiculous. To be sad and frustrated is even more ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't fleet away from earth just because we didn't like the changes.&lt;br /&gt;We can't ignore or throw away people just because they change.&lt;br /&gt;We can't quit loving just because we hate the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so simple that we shouldn't be bothered more than we should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-1173051818205062607?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/1173051818205062607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=1173051818205062607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/1173051818205062607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/1173051818205062607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2010/12/about-changes.html' title='About Changes'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TQWMjzQUuQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-RUh3_2ue0A/s72-c/DSC_0223_edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-811395727595778314</id><published>2010-12-09T08:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:06:18.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1432H</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TQAizxDQETI/AAAAAAAAAVE/_qtbgtGsV1c/s1600/_DSC1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548473013656097074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TQAizxDQETI/AAAAAAAAAVE/_qtbgtGsV1c/s320/_DSC1088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azam tahun baru 1432H:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mencintai ALLAH...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;InshaAllah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wassalam.&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/1210924605490693606-811395727595778314?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/811395727595778314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=811395727595778314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/811395727595778314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/811395727595778314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2010/12/1432h.html' title='1432H'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TQAizxDQETI/AAAAAAAAAVE/_qtbgtGsV1c/s72-c/_DSC1088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-7441206423027336429</id><published>2010-12-07T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T17:24:05.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footsteps</title><content type='html'>"Some footsteps are not required.&lt;br /&gt;Some presence is not worth to remember.&lt;br /&gt;Every day is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't make it special, don't ruin the surprises."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If restriction order is as simple and as easy as spelling it correctly, I know I have a list. It's not that I have completely throw away people in this list from my life. I am trying to keep the what-so-ever significant bonding between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-7441206423027336429?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/7441206423027336429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=7441206423027336429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7441206423027336429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/7441206423027336429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2010/12/footsteps.html' title='Footsteps'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-4757773223502638374</id><published>2010-11-26T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T15:41:12.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seronok tengok wanita-wanita mengandung sekelian. Tumpang &lt;em&gt;excited&lt;/em&gt; jugak tunggu hari bersalin kawan-kawan. Rasa sejuk hati dan seronok bila kawan-kawan cerita pasal &lt;em&gt;pregnancy&lt;/em&gt;... bertambah-tambah lagi bila tengok gambar &lt;em&gt;babies&lt;/em&gt; yang montel dan comel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang &lt;em&gt;upload&lt;/em&gt; gambar anak, aku pun &lt;em&gt;upload&lt;/em&gt; jugak gambar anak... tapi anak orang lain la.&lt;br /&gt;Orang sibuk &lt;em&gt;shopping&lt;/em&gt; baju anak-anak, aku pun sibuk &lt;em&gt;shopping&lt;/em&gt; gak... tapi untuk anak orang lain jugak.&lt;br /&gt;Kereta orang lain ada mainan anak-anak, kereta aku pun [bakal] ada mainan anak-anak... tapi untuk anak orang lain lagi...&lt;br /&gt;Orang lain beli &lt;em&gt;socks, mittens, baby shoes&lt;/em&gt; untuk anak, aku pun sibuk beli jugak... tapi untuk gantung dalam kereta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^____^ Hehehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota Kaki: Hasilan gambar terbaik dan yang paling menggembirakan aku bila pegang kamera adalah gambar anak-anak yang pelbagai ekspresi. Boleh jadi penawar hati yang lara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wassalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543759021161910978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TO9jdSi5EsI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qBdk_TRnaLk/s320/_DSC0041_e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-4757773223502638374?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/4757773223502638374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=4757773223502638374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4757773223502638374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4757773223502638374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2010/11/anak.html' title='Anak'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoMDHewxIPU/TO9jdSi5EsI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qBdk_TRnaLk/s72-c/_DSC0041_e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-8804991161721554181</id><published>2010-11-25T16:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T16:45:12.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.digitaljournal.com/img/9/0/1/2/2/1/i/4/5/6/o/Dawn_of_a_New_Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.digitaljournal.com/img/9/0/1/2/2/1/i/4/5/6/o/Dawn_of_a_New_Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZ0oV9vYo58&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Celine Dion's A New Day Has Come&lt;/a&gt;, I suddenly feel so determine to start a new life. I just want to move on and never going to turn back... ever again. I refuse to allow the same thing to break me over and over again. It's time to end these entire nuisances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let the rain come down and wash away my tears&lt;br /&gt;Let it fill my soul and drown my fears&lt;br /&gt;Let it shatter the walls for a new sun&lt;br /&gt;A new day has come&lt;br /&gt;Where it was dark now there's light&lt;br /&gt;Where there was pain now there's joy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where there was weakness, I found my strength."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new day has come.&lt;br /&gt;It has to... it must...&lt;br /&gt;InshaAllah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wassalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new day has come…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;For a miracle to come&lt;br /&gt;Everyone told me to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Hold on and don't shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the darkness and good times&lt;br /&gt;I knew I'd make it through&lt;br /&gt;And the world thought I had it all&lt;br /&gt;But I was waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a light in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's almost blinding me&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;I've been touched by an angel with love&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain come down and wash away my tears&lt;br /&gt;Let it fill my soul and drown my fears&lt;br /&gt;Let it shatter the walls for a new sun&lt;br /&gt;A new day has...come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where it was dark now there's light&lt;br /&gt;Where there was pain now there's joy&lt;br /&gt;Where there was weakness, I found my strength&lt;br /&gt;All in the eyes of a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a light in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's almost blinding me&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;I've been touched by an angel with love&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain come down and wash away my tears&lt;br /&gt;Let it fill my soul and drown my fears&lt;br /&gt;Let it shatter the walls for a new, new sun&lt;br /&gt;A new day has...come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new day has...come &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh, a light... Ooh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-8804991161721554181?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8804991161721554181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=8804991161721554181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8804991161721554181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/8804991161721554181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-day.html' title='A New Day...'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-40698759466821528</id><published>2010-11-24T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T15:17:45.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn to Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa320/solicitouslady/muslimahmukminah002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa320/solicitouslady/muslimahmukminah002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm so tired but I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Standin' on the edge of something much too deep&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word&lt;br /&gt;We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need a listener, the best listener is Allah. Tell Him all you need to tell.&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Quran is His words, listen to Him.&lt;br /&gt;Solah on the other hand, is the way to communicate with Him.&lt;br /&gt;Pray to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wassalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-40698759466821528?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/40698759466821528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=40698759466821528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/40698759466821528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/40698759466821528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2010/11/turn-to-him.html' title='Turn to Him'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-6357568505045522144</id><published>2010-11-16T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:16:07.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Aidiladha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://masjidnet.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/saudi_mecca_masjidil_haram_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://masjidnet.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/saudi_mecca_masjidil_haram_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam Aidiladha.&lt;br /&gt;Memetik kata-kata dari Majalah Solusi; marilah 'sembelih' kecintaan terhadap dunia.&lt;br /&gt;Marilah kita hayati erti sebenar 'pengorbanan'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam perjalanan ke ofis pagi tadi, terdengar satu respons pendengar terhadap topik di Hot FM. Ceritanya, keluarga pendengar tersebut tak suka dengan pilihan hatinya. Sebagai 'pengorbanan' untuk cinta tersebut, pendengar ni tetap meneruskan perhubungan cinta tersebut dan buat tak tahu je dengan pendapat keluarganya. Penutupnya dia dengan bangga berkongsi, selepas 4 tahun akhirnya keluarganya terima juga pilihan hati tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu definisi 'pengorbanan' kita.&lt;br /&gt;Melukakan hati keluarga demi seseorang yang bukan sesiapa - pun boleh mengaku sebagai 'pengorbanan' bersempena Aidiladha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Allah merahmati umat Islam sekelian dengan kecintaan terhadapNya yang berterusan.&lt;br /&gt;Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai penutup dan peringatan terhadap diri sendiri, kenangilah kisah korban putera Nabi Adam Habil dan Qabil serta kerelaan Nabi Ibrahim mengorbankan puteranya Ismail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di manakah kita di dalam kisah yang keduanya?&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Allah meletakkan kita di dalam golongan yang tidak rugi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-6357568505045522144?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/6357568505045522144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=6357568505045522144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/6357568505045522144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/6357568505045522144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2010/11/salam-aidiladha.html' title='Salam Aidiladha'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-719239569748483656</id><published>2010-11-07T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T02:14:12.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Oven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mentalfloss.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/435_rubiksCake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mentalfloss.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/435_rubiksCake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt.&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say about it?&lt;br /&gt;Being hurt?&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;Hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Someone always feel something.&lt;br /&gt;Someone not yet do the thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Some think more.&lt;br /&gt;Some think less.&lt;br /&gt;Some never think.&lt;br /&gt;A common sense for a person.&lt;br /&gt;A life lesson for another.&lt;br /&gt;Not even close to other's thought.&lt;br /&gt;What a disappointment!&lt;br /&gt;Don't you have brain; I'd really want to ask.&lt;br /&gt;But that would sound harsh.&lt;br /&gt;Being harsh would make us equal.&lt;br /&gt;So have your part of the cake.&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;You are what you eat.&lt;br /&gt;I am what I cooked.&lt;br /&gt;A pinch of salt.&lt;br /&gt;A tablespoon of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;A generous amount of everything.&lt;br /&gt;Chances are all we have.&lt;br /&gt;It ticks.&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock.&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-719239569748483656?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/719239569748483656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=719239569748483656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/719239569748483656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/719239569748483656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-oven.html' title='In the Oven'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-1256675887947880873</id><published>2010-11-05T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T22:26:33.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yang Bernama Cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ms.langitilahi.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/i_love_you__i_love_you_not____by_ohbradley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ms.langitilahi.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/i_love_you__i_love_you_not____by_ohbradley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I found during my student years and when love was saturated in the air. The English version was actually presented in Joseph's English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yang Bernama Cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah tapak tanganmu berkeringat, hatimu&lt;br /&gt;berdebar kencang dan suaramu tersekat di&lt;br /&gt;dadamu?&lt;br /&gt;Itu bukan Cinta, &lt;strong&gt;itu SUKA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah kamu tidak dapat melepaskan pandangan&lt;br /&gt;mata darinya?&lt;br /&gt;Itu bukan Cinta, &lt;strong&gt;itu NAFSU&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah kamu menginginkannya kerana kamu tahu&lt;br /&gt;ia ada di sana?&lt;br /&gt;Itu bukan Cinta, &lt;strong&gt;itu KESEPIAN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah kamu mencintainya kerana itulah yang&lt;br /&gt;diinginkan semua orang?&lt;br /&gt;Itu bukan Cinta, &lt;strong&gt;itu KESETIAAN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah kamu tetap mengatakan kamu&lt;br /&gt;menyintainya kerana kamu tidak ingin melukai&lt;br /&gt;hatinya?&lt;br /&gt;Itu bukan Cinta, &lt;strong&gt;itu BELAS KASIHAN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah kamu menjadi miliknya kerana pandangan&lt;br /&gt;matanya membuat hatimu melompat?&lt;br /&gt;Itu bukan Cinta, &lt;strong&gt;itu TERGILA-GILA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah kamu memaafkan kesalahannya kerana&lt;br /&gt;kamu mengambil berat tentangnya?&lt;br /&gt;Itu bukan Cinta, &lt;strong&gt;itu PERSAHABATAN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah kamu mengatakan padanya bahawa&lt;br /&gt;setiap hari hanya dia yang kamu fikirkan?&lt;br /&gt;Itu bukan Cinta, &lt;strong&gt;itu DUSTA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah kamu rela memberikan semua perkara&lt;br /&gt;yang kamu senangi untuk kepentingan dirinya?&lt;br /&gt;Itu bukan Cinta, &lt;strong&gt;itu KEMURAHAN HATI&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah kamu tetap bertahan kerana campuran&lt;br /&gt;antara kesakitan dan kegembiraan yang&lt;br /&gt;membutakan dan tak terfahami ... menarikmu&lt;br /&gt;mendekati dan tetap bersamanya?&lt;br /&gt;ITULAH CINTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah kamu menerima kesalahannya kerna itu&lt;br /&gt;bahagian dirinya dan siapa dirinya?&lt;br /&gt;Jika demikian, ITULAH CINTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah kamu tertarik dengan orang lain tapi setia&lt;br /&gt;dengannya tanpa penyesalan?&lt;br /&gt;Jika demikian, ITULAH CINTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah kamu menangis kerana kesakitannya&lt;br /&gt;walaupun saat itu dia kuat?&lt;br /&gt;ITULAH CINTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah hatimu sakit dan hancur ketika dia&lt;br /&gt;bersedih?&lt;br /&gt;ITULAH CINTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah hatimu gembira ketika dia berbahagia?&lt;br /&gt;ITULAH CINTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah matanya melihat hatimu dan menyentuh&lt;br /&gt;jiwamu begitu mendalam sehingga menusuk?&lt;br /&gt;Yang demikian itulah namanya CINTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say which part is true and which is not. Ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-1256675887947880873?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/1256675887947880873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=1256675887947880873&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/1256675887947880873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/1256675887947880873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2010/11/yang-bernama-cinta.html' title='Yang Bernama Cinta'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-4023928829159180708</id><published>2010-10-29T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T18:07:05.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: This entry was inspired by a friend. Thank you, darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My life is my message".&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi got that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, life is a message.&lt;br /&gt;Life is never about what people expect you to be, it's not about what other people want... Life is about us and the decision we made.&lt;br /&gt;‘Life’ is our essence of existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a rule-breaker, thus I am fulfilling my essence of existence. We all do.&lt;br /&gt;We all breathe and survive and die fulfilling this one destiny.&lt;br /&gt;That is to worship Him.&lt;br /&gt; To the tiniest existence of us and the whole universe, life is meaningless without Him.&lt;br /&gt;Life is Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s my message.&lt;br /&gt;Hidup ini sekadar mencari mati yang sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-4023928829159180708?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/4023928829159180708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=4023928829159180708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4023928829159180708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/4023928829159180708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2010/10/message.html' title='A Message'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210924605490693606.post-1757444930638752094</id><published>2010-10-26T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T17:25:22.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetfulness is a Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6XcRECHeqM/Sav7ENVXwvI/AAAAAAAAAok/uF2LkX59CEk/s400/CANDYLOGOsat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;-- Rita Mae Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is good health and a bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;-- Ingrid Bergman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't agree more on the statements.&lt;br /&gt;Forgetfulness, if looked from a different corner is a blessing. It will become handy for unwanted memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't remember it, you can't be sad about it.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't remember why it made you sad, you'll move on.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it will fade away as you forgetting it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1210924605490693606-1757444930638752094?l=darikeranamata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/feeds/1757444930638752094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1210924605490693606&amp;postID=1757444930638752094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/1757444930638752094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1210924605490693606/posts/default/1757444930638752094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darikeranamata.blogspot.com/2010/10/forgetfulness-is-blessing.html' title='Forgetfulness is a Blessing'/><author><name>'Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540119712541938962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWf5Sa11Jg/TfbKkbI2BOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/I0x3TgaNRKs/s220/DSC_0283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6XcRECHeqM/Sav7ENVXwvI/AAAAAAAAAok/uF2LkX59CEk/s72-c/CANDYLOGOsat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
