<?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-1271670518923547539</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:47:14.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buat Kita... Manusia</title><subtitle type='html'>Wahai orang-orang yang beriman, rukuklah serta sujudlah (mengerjakan sembahyang) dan beribadatlah kepada Tuhan kamu (dengan mentauhidkanNya), serta kerjakanlah amal-amal kebajikan; supaya kamu berjaya (di dunia dan di akhirat). ~Surah Al-Hajj,77~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-7406102115415800532</id><published>2009-10-24T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:11:27.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Could be Worst?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Been a while i tink? Yupe.... Well, here I am again. I'm 36 weeks pregnant... Waiting for my precious to come.. :) Yehaaaaaaaaa... But I do feel quite afraid.. Just hope that everything's gonna be OK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Speaking abt 'what could be worst?'... Too many things and secrets revealed during my pregnancy.. I have to keep on moving on with my life I guess..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's not easy to be what I am now.. Siapa sangka benda yang paling aku takuti actually... I'm facing it now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Above all, alhamdulillah... parents mertua ... (mak &amp;amp; ayah) already know abt our marriage... I know it's my fault in the 1st place... mungkin aku terlalu sayangkan husband... I trusted every words that he told me before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Although it's not easy, and quite awkward... At last I know one more biggest secret ever, reason Y i was not introduced to ayah &amp;amp; mak... Allahuakhbar... He's the greatest and from Him only I am able to gain strength to move on with this life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Siapa tak takut dengan tohmahan? Siapa tak takut yang orang akan sangka aku yang bukan2? Aku hanya mampu berserah... our marriage life is already 2 yrs plus.. and I've been thru a lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Drama Nur Kasih TV3 buat aku terkilan and tertunggu2 setiap siarannya... Aku bukan Nur, tapi aku jugak bukan Katrina... tapi aku adalah kedua-duanya... Sometimes I'm like Nur, and sometimes I'm like Katrina... sukar untuk digambarkan... tapi apa yang dh tertulis dan termaktub utk diriku, aku terima.. aku pasrah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Kalau bukan kerana aku betul2 menyintainya... kerana dialah yang aku harapkan utk membimbing aku... aku mungkin sudah pergi jauh sekarang... But what will I get in the end? I've given thought about this thing, luckily I'm taking my unpaid leave waiting for my baby to come out from my belly... hahaha... and luckily my baby showed me the strength that if my baby can live through my hard times, why should I back off with my life? I should move on and my baby teaches me a lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Baby, mama really loves you and tell papa that mama loves him so much too.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;If some1 ask me what is the thing that I had sacrificed for this LOVE, my husband is the right person to answer this question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I was opening my old pendrive and looking back our past, the times we had together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuMJfSDVnSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0qAY2iLf4RY/s1600-h/DSC02234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuMJfSDVnSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0qAY2iLf4RY/s320/DSC02234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396167211546418466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I just hope that he is able to be fair to both of us... Although I've never met his parents, and 'akak'... I'll pray for the happiness of him and his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Akak, ayah, mak, Dian nak mintak maaf... If I had known, I wouldn't do this... I will never hurt anybody's feeling... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Will always love you hubby... By terlalu sayangkan hubby... By x tahu... walaupun orang slalu mengata, by tak pernah nak ambik pedulik.. tapi itulah kenyataan and by harus terima di Aidilfitri yang lalu... akhirnya by dpt ketenangan hati walaupun kadang2 di landa perasaan cemburu... tapi by berserah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Take care all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-7406102115415800532?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/7406102115415800532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=7406102115415800532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/7406102115415800532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/7406102115415800532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-could-be-worst.html' title='What Could be Worst?'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuMJfSDVnSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0qAY2iLf4RY/s72-c/DSC02234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-1569529723041095737</id><published>2009-10-18T06:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T06:31:19.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iLuvislam.com | Discover the Beauty of Islam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.iluvislam.com/v1/readarticle.php?article_id=1820"&gt;iLuvislam.com | Discover the Beauty of Islam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-1569529723041095737?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/1569529723041095737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=1569529723041095737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/1569529723041095737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/1569529723041095737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2009/10/iluvislamcom-discover-beauty-of-islam.html' title='iLuvislam.com | Discover the Beauty of Islam'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-445837349408610776</id><published>2009-07-22T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:15:44.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seharusnya Kita.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kiranya dh terlalu lama xda kesempatan nak blogging. Been quite a while!!! Since our internet connection has been disconnected at home! Hahaha... It's ok then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently I'm 5 months pregnant. Happy and can't wait for the precious one to come.. but along the way... Allah telah menguji kesabaran aku sekali lagi. Dalam keadaan pregnant, mungkin utk menebus dosa sebelum ni, ataupun memang utk menjadikan aku lebih tabah. Kiranya hati aku hanyalah berdoa utk yang positif2 sahaja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ya Allah... Ya Tuhan... hanya Engkau yang lebih mengetahui akan segala-galanya. Setiap kali teringat, pasti akan terleka dan terasa ingin sangat menitiskan air mata agar segala-galanya dpt pergi bersama air mata... Tapi.. x semudah yang kita sangka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kalau dahulu, lagu Nash - Pada syurga diwajahmu akan mengingatkan aku tentang arwah mak, sebab setiap kali she will be crying all there alone, tapi bukan lah menangis teresak2 tetapi mengalirkan air mata dan akan termenung setiap kali lagu ni dimainkan... Allah knows best, always what ever happened to her previously in her life... Al-Fatihah, mak, anak mak rindukan mak, rindu utk meluahkan segala apa yang ada di dada... rindu sangat sehingga kadang2 terasa seperti semuanya tidak adil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mak, sekarang ni anak mak dah pregnant dah... Tapi terlalu byk yang perlu dilalui oleh anak mak ni.. Kadang2 tak tertanggung rasanya tapi apalah yang mampu dilakukan lagi? Semuanya berlaku terlalu pantas dan xkan ada yang dpt menghalang daripada terjadinya sesuatu itu jika itu sudah ditakdirkan buat kita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apa sahaja yang telah dilalui memang pahit sebenarnya... Nak dikatakan dpt menerima sepenuh hati.. tapi apalah daya seorang insan biasa seperti aku ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada Syurga Di Wajah Mu&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan sengaja menduga kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Di mana kesabaran manusia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau isteri yang ku sanjungi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambang semangat cinta dunia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasti engkau terkenangkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Peristiwa semalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saatku menggadaikan cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada onak dan duri asmara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah di mana akal fikiran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hingga sesat di jalan yang terang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini suratan yang diberikan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menguji kekuatan jiwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu engkau ku lupakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kemarau panjang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betapa hatimu rela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi melihatku bahagia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau menahan segala siksa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di hati hanya berdoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengharapkan aku kan pulang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agar terang cahaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku yang hanyut di arus dosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Di laut ribut melanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan berenang ke pelabuhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasih sayang sebenar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air mata cinta darimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku menjadi rindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada syurga di wajahmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada tanda kau berdosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biar aku cium tangan mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Membasuh lumpur di muka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku yang hanyut berarus dosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di laut ribut melanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau menahan segala seksa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di hati hanya berdoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku berenang ke pelabuhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mencari cinta sebenar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan ku tahan apa hukuman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di hati hanya berdoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biar aku cium tangan mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi bersama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan sekali jalan berduri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya tuhan yang pasti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 255, 128);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengerti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apa lagi yang dpt dikatakan? Semuanya dah terjadi biarlah terjadi.. Aku hanya mampu berdoa agar anak yang dilahirkan jauh lebih tabah daripada diriku....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not easy when u're pregnant and the person u love the most done this to you. Heard many times before but I was not expecting it would happened to me... Subhanallah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kekuatan yang aku ada sekadar pada berpegang pada apa yang ada di dalam perut ni... To my precious, mama nak baby nanti bila dh besar jadilah seorang yang penyabar dan betul2 tabah... mama doakan agar baby dpt bersabar dengan segala apa yang telah terjadi... Kalau mama takda... take care of ur papa k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mama will always love you all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-445837349408610776?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/445837349408610776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=445837349408610776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/445837349408610776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/445837349408610776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2009/07/seharusnya-kita.html' title='Seharusnya Kita.....'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-7710724620141472150</id><published>2008-12-30T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:16:19.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Year 2008 ~ Welcome 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baru semalam kita menyambut tahun baru Awal Muharram, tahun Islam, tahun yang sepatutnya kita set apa2 jua azam yang kita hendak kecapi, namun, ianya berlalu bagaikan sesuatu yang tiada kaitan pada diri kita sendiri. Akhirnya semua seperti tiada apa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku seperti biasa, macam ni lah. Keadaan tetap sama. Kadang2 terleka dengan things which moves around me. 2008, for me is a tough year, and I had been reminded many many times that 2009 will be much tougher and sounds like the toughest year ever will be. I do feel afraid of time, I do feel too worried over everything. Life sounds crazy when we don't want it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hadn't make any preparations for this year thru. I've never made any resolution, till now end of the year. I was wondering what actually I want in my life. I was comparing my life with all my friends, which I finally found I'm just feeling bad about myself in the end. I wanted to stop thinking about it, what I have is much more precious than them, I had always reminded myself about it. Sometimes I could even feel the lacking of it, but I prefered to keep quiet and follow the flows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2008 - I had been bad. I had been married at the same year, I had been shifted to so many places also at the same year. I had to go thru mental and emotional control many many times, I had to keep on understanding every situation every time. I had been on many movement this year. I had also been very lonely sometimes this year. I hadn't been anywhere yet this year, but I had been at least to 2 places new to myself this year, Kota Kinabalu and Kota Bharu. This year also witness me being a very judgemental person. I had been thinking about things I should have not. A year that full of things that I had never thought off. I am going to leave this things behind, I want to keep beautiful memories inside my head. I was just about to leave it for another tough tough year ahead. Please and please and please, let me free from all of this sickness I've been thru. I just need a simple life. That's all. If I was given more, Alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kembali aku seperti biasa. Aku pun tak brapa nak paham dengan keadaan sekarang. Kadang2 rasa tak termampu nak di perkatakan. Kadang2 terasa diri terlalu hina. Doaku sekarang hanyalah untuk aku memperbaiki diri aku dan aku ingin tinggalkan semuanya d belakang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-7710724620141472150?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/7710724620141472150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=7710724620141472150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/7710724620141472150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/7710724620141472150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/12/bye-bye-year-2008-welcome-2009.html' title='Bye Bye Year 2008 ~ Welcome 2009'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-5146897684478239584</id><published>2008-09-29T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:35:08.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hari raya akhirnya bakal menjelang tiba. I didn't have anything to be prepared with, as I'm not going to celebrate anything. Mood is there, but I think, I've spoilt everything. Too many dreams abt Hari raya... maybe that's y. If u ask me, how it is to be a wife during hari raya, I will simply say, just normal, coz I ain't gonna celebrate it anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still keeping track with the plan, I planned to go back home on the 1st day raya. Altho, I know I'm gonna be dead tired, but it's ok, worth every second spend with my family. As lately I felt too lonely here, feels like living in a jungle... differences is... it's jungle built with buildings. Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't have anything much for Hari Raya. My husband doesn't seem to be into it, so I don't really know whether to celebrate or not anymore. The feel is not there. But keeping to the spirit of Hari raya I just wish that I could handle my emotions, as lately I'm not in a good mood. Hari raya season, How I can't help those passengers to be checked in, maybe being cursed when u rejected them, that's y my life's like this? I don't know y. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was a lil bit upset about something just now. Just figured out that somebody is still not over yet with someone else, maybe the feeling is still there, but who am I? I was not into anything after that. I'm just surprised, very2 surprised. The message was kept till today, but wasn't from mine. Mine? wAS NOT there!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told myself to stay calm, let things be at the best of it's own. I'm tired sometimes, being so childish, sometimes I felt like I'm nothing, but just a burden to my husband. I'm useless and I don't know how to handle things. That's who I am currently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I'm at my lowest strenght to live on, I just need him to hug me tight and tell me that everything is doing great, it's all rite, our life is quite fine... But I just can't simply imagine to have such thing rite. He's human, and I'm human. The way we think is way different, due to the maturity factor. I'm just not matured enuf, and could never be 1 for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dissapointment over dissapointment, I was trying to be a better person. Rite now, what I know is that, 1st day raya, both of us will flew back to MYY and then, we'll be back to KUL, but I'm gonna celebrate the rest of the days staying overnite at my friend's house, because he's not around. It's not a good time to celebrate, not just at the good time I supposed. I'm sad, but there's nothing that I can do. I was told to do that. I'm just his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whatever it is, hoping that everybody could enjoy these faboulous hari raya. If you're not celebrating with the love ones, don't be so sad (the same goes to me) well, Life must go on... I supposed? Take care, drive safely!!! Salam Aidilfitri!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will be missing my husband,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-5146897684478239584?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/5146897684478239584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=5146897684478239584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/5146897684478239584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/5146897684478239584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-6827258533124122701</id><published>2008-08-15T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T03:03:53.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Be Inspired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How r u guys doing? hope u guys doing great!! :) Nothing much actually. I was just too tired for the past 2 months, tired of being transfered here and I have to woke up as early as 1 a.m for morning shifts. Well, that's just life. I may be quite tired of everything lately but I still put my strenght to work. For my last day the other day, I went back @ 12.40 out from LCCT which made me reaching KL Sentral @ abt 2 a.m. It's all my fault actually which made me kinda afraid to go to work tonite!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back home, there I am, doesn't really know what to do lately. Just too many things that weighs on my mind. Worried abt few stuff but I guess my husband could be worried much more than me now. Keep on praying that soon he can start his plan out. He had much more responsibility in his life than me. I am worried about him, still! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forget about my life in particular for a while. I came across 1 article the other day but didn't manage to copy and paste it here. Here it goes :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be Inspired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iluvislam.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.iluvislam.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oleh: deynarashid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a story that I received from a friend. A very short yet inspiring story. Allah's Hidayah is always there, around us. It comes in all sorts of forms. It's either we are aware of it or we simply take advantage on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, for the world was intent on dragging me down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And if that weren’t enough to ruin my day, a young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He stood right before me with his head tilted down and said with great excitement, “Look what I found!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, with it’s petals all worn, not enough rain, or too little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a small smile and then shifted away. But instead of retreating he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise, “It sure smells pretty and it’s beautiful, too. That’s why I picked it; here it’s for you.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The weed before me was dying or dead. Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower, and replied, “Just what I need.” But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, he held it mid-air without reason or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time that weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun as I thanked him for picking the very best one. You’re welcome, he smiled, and then ran off to play, unaware of the impact he’d had on my day. I sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. How did he know of my self-indulged plight? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perhaps from his heart, he’d been blessed with true sight. Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see the problem was not with the world; the problem was me. And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that’s mine. And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose. And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand about to change the life of an unsuspecting old man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234680749529063842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="231" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SKVSaDxBYaI/AAAAAAAAACs/B_nCympLXkY/s320/bunga.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We should have learn something from that article. Remember to appreciate ur life eventho there's just too many hardships that u have to go thru.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loving my husband,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dian&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/1271670518923547539-6827258533124122701?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/6827258533124122701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=6827258533124122701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/6827258533124122701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/6827258533124122701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-be-inspired.html' title='Lets Be Inspired'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SKVSaDxBYaI/AAAAAAAAACs/B_nCympLXkY/s72-c/bunga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-8595786461704088707</id><published>2008-07-15T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:01:34.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working in the Fast Pace world....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just get a bit rest off from work, i guess? Am here, at my room back in MYY. Just went back the day before yesterday. Was not really sure whether I'm heading back or not, but there I am, purchasing the ID 90.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was doze off abt 2++ am the 1st nite here, and yesterday I went to bed much much earlier, was abt 8++ pm and woke up at 9++ am. Hell yeah, at last I got my 12++hrs of sleep. Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fast Pace... That was what on my mind. I kinda get jealous to c my other friends with their happy living life, with job that they wanted in their life. But I'm happy too for them. Me? I don't really know where I'm heading to at the moment. Am very confused with my life, with what actually I wanted to do in my life. Was it just to please ppl around me? got hooked up with a job that I can bearly can bear wif? I just don't know. I just wish that I could just sit down for a while, let all those ppl wif their busy life, lingered around me... but just give a sec to breath, sit down, and think abt me myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SH1hRgiwJ4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/v-Y_B5k5NCo/s1600-h/502198717_1befea66a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SH1hRgiwJ4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/v-Y_B5k5NCo/s320/502198717_1befea66a5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223438096241010562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Give me some time, a bit of my own time, to breath, to relax, to think abt my own life! I just need a break. I went back to MYY without informing anybody, well, who really cares? I'm just too tired of many things at the moment. I'm only human, and I wanted to work with ppl which are fully human!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To my dearie husband,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sorry for all those things that happened between both of us.. with those little misunderstanding... just hoping that my soul would be much better now. Huhuhuhu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I run, I stumbled, as I walk, I bumped! U might say, what is the so hard thing? I might end up and say.. I just don't know. I was supposed to fill my blog wif stuff to enlightened us as human day by day. I might just be in the wrong place rite now. But here I am. I don't need any sympathy. I just need somebody that could care and tell me that everything is gonna be alrite. I think I've lost my spirit to live on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Might be in some other side of the earth where I can still be standing with these two legs of mine. Hoping that my life could be much better. I gotta have one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Miserable mode,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-8595786461704088707?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/8595786461704088707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=8595786461704088707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/8595786461704088707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/8595786461704088707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/07/working-in-fast-pace-world.html' title='Working in the Fast Pace world....'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SH1hRgiwJ4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/v-Y_B5k5NCo/s72-c/502198717_1befea66a5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-7281288127413570375</id><published>2008-06-10T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:34:58.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of TRAGEDIES....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just had to let everything out here. Can't stand the day... well.. actually it's a beginning of a new day. Shall I say everything was about LAST NITE?yeah.. Last nite....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1st it was those 53 pcs of bgges that didn't arrive in MYY as it should be. That was ok... Everything seems ok at the moment... Oh yeah.. before that.. I sms Aza and informed him that I need to borrow his hp coz mine is not that easy to charge. So.. as the days goes by.. I was checking in gst to KCH and in the middle of doing check ins Aza asked whether I like the phone or not. Biasa je.. Nuthing much.. just rindu nak pakai NOkia as I told him. Then he said.. just take it.. I'm giving it to u. Well.. it was quite weird... But it's ok.. he's a giver kind and I know him.  Back to those baggages.. still we don't have any clue yet where does it goes. Hoping that it would be on the last flt out from KUL to MYY. But apparently it didn't. We're taking down reports for abt 25-30 reports for these gsts, telling them that we will call them once we receive any updates. But due to the lack of manpower (as our management still stick up to their mathematical calculation saying that our manpower is too many for a little station)... still i didn't manage to inform these passengers where the hell does their luggages went to. FYI. ramp staff loaded those baggages into wrong acft. Whose to be blame? I wouldn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As in the midst of those and these... It was the arrival of AK5932 from KCH, which we will need to prepare for 2 incoming passengers of wheelchair passengers. Upon departure, yes we have 1, but we couldn't find where the passengers gone to... up until they come forward and inform me that they need 1 whcr. Without waiting for the teamleader to show up, and didn't want my phone to be missing, I carried both of those Hps inside my pocket, the pocket i used to hang my walkies and this and that. Everytime the phone wanted to pop out of my pocket, I still realise it, and push it back inside my pocket... but not when I'm pushing up the wheelchair... when one of the most important phone that i have in my life was suddenly without my knowledge... fall out of the pocket. It happens that, I just realise abt it when I came down to the arrival hall - where gst should collect their luggage. I remembered that there's 1 sms that I haven't read, and there u go... It was missing... and i'm rushing up wishing that nobody realise it.. in between two things whether i wanted to ring it up or not, if i ring my phone, somebody would realize it and take it.. if i don't i wouldn't know when does that particular person found that thing?and... i just have to choose to rang it up hoping that it could still be in the departure hall, where i clearly remember that I still have it when I'm abt to push the whcr passenger. I called it a day of TRAGEDIES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It doesn't end up there yet tho... I have to call all those 53bgges pax to inform that their baggages was not on the last flt, and I did tried to call up all of them. One pax gave me additional remedies to this so call tragedies when I'm telling her clearly and politely that the luggage will not be in tonite.. but tomorrow morning... what did she said to me ?... "ohhh...SHIT!!!"... i'm malay... and.. u're a malay... I'm muslim.. and so do u... but what's the diff that we had??? I said.. "Ya Allah!!! handphone aku hilang!!!"... and she said... "Oh... SHit!!! when her luggage was actually still there to be found!"... I'm not saying that I'm good... But  yeah.. I know that  she might not know my condition, but at least.. not those word from u.. nothing much tho.. yes i know.. but still... I have much bigger lost compared to her.. and don't just simply talk in that way when ppl are informing u nicely... can't u just be polite in return????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the end of the day.. I went back.. I did sms dad... and told him.. that my phone is lost.. and he just asked me how does it happen.. but didn't say anymore after that.. and my husband.. altho he is the one who's been giving me the phone.. the only thing that he said.. maybe our usage of that thing is up until that... Allah knows best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To everyone out there... pls and pls and pls... don't ever take somebody's hp! Ppl have been taken mine.. many times.. and i know.. It's my fault also.. but can't u just be honest? gave it to somebody else who can take care of it... that's all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to the .. "oh..shit" girl.. u're working in a good company i guess... i can say that from ur appearance.. there's no chance at all for u to read this i know.. but to the rest... u can keep on tilting ur heads up to the sky.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm missing my hubby.. my LG phone... and all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:( the saddest person on earth on 10 June 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-7281288127413570375?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/7281288127413570375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=7281288127413570375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/7281288127413570375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/7281288127413570375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-of-tragedies.html' title='Day of TRAGEDIES....'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-8064966301286275730</id><published>2008-06-04T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T06:46:50.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the midst of getting transfered!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a while since the last time i've typed in every stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well.. lately I had been busy.. busy getting myself transfered to KUL stn.. and at the same time I'm actually feeling sad over it. I don't really know but I just hope this is for something good.. Amin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Demi kebahagiaan rumahtangga yang telah dibina. Kasih sayang terhadap suami tercinta.. biarlah aku masuk ke kandang naga.. kekekeke.. Itulah kata-kata yang slalu aku guna utk sedapkan hati aku nieh.. nak wat camna.. harga minyak pun dah nak naik.. takkan aku tak nak gaji lebey besar kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ntah la.. aku pun da tak tau lagi dah keadaan macam mana skang nie.. takot2... takpe la.. dah lewat sgt dah nie.. huhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-8064966301286275730?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/8064966301286275730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=8064966301286275730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/8064966301286275730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/8064966301286275730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-midst-of-getting-transfered.html' title='In the midst of getting transfered!!!'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-7074408062322017478</id><published>2008-05-17T04:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T04:35:04.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangis Dalam Hati ... :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SC7ClQSY8oI/AAAAAAAAABw/3IMqHPRPbQo/s1600-h/tears_and_eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201308564942549634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SC7ClQSY8oI/AAAAAAAAABw/3IMqHPRPbQo/s320/tears_and_eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hati ni tergamit2 nak meluahkan rasa yang terpendam. Dari tadi tak terkata apa sahaja yang ingin diluahkan. Kalau terlalu ikutkan perasaan, boleh mati hati rasa2nya. Ntah la, kadang2 tu merayu pada Allah, ringankanlah beban yang ditanggung oleh hambaMu yang lemah ini. Tak terjangkau apa yang nak diluahkan. Kadang2 terasa jauh sangat diri ni dari semua orang2 yang dikenali. Tak nak rasanya duduk bersama mendengar celoteh2 biasa. Nak sangat2 mengupgradekan diri ni, tapi tak jugak terdaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kadang2 aku sendiri pun terfikir, kenapa aku ni lemah sangat? Kenapa aku harus lepak2 buang masa dan dengar apa yang orang fikirkan? kenapa pulak aku mesti cerita tentang suka duka tentang diri aku di tempat yang open macam ni? Shouldn't I have privacy abt my life? Ntah la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku mungkin takde tempat lagi nak mengadu. Mungkin dah ni dah nasib aku. Tapi tak mengapa. Aku tetap aku... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Penat kepala otak aku memikirkan semuanya. Lagi penat hati aku menangis sendiri. Tetapi apa lagi yang aku mampu kalau bukan seperti ini? Ntah la.. Mungkin aku belum cukup kuat dan tabah dalam menghadapi dugaan... Ya Allah.. Tabahkanlah hati hambamu ini.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apakah kesudahannya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-7074408062322017478?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/7074408062322017478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=7074408062322017478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/7074408062322017478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/7074408062322017478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/05/tangis-dalam-hati.html' title='Tangis Dalam Hati ... :('/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SC7ClQSY8oI/AAAAAAAAABw/3IMqHPRPbQo/s72-c/tears_and_eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-8670632522812983544</id><published>2008-05-15T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:54:49.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need Some Motivation... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SCxqHwSY8nI/AAAAAAAAABo/WIM35ur8VAk/s1600-h/27598%7EPositive-Attitude-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SCxqHwSY8nI/AAAAAAAAABo/WIM35ur8VAk/s320/27598%7EPositive-Attitude-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200648351159743090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here I am... again.. dengan celoteh2. I had just got back from KUL, visiting my hubby. Nothing much.. Just dat.. when I came back from KUL, I saw MYY turned to quite a disaster itself. So many things cud have happened within 2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flashbacks...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh ya! Did any of u guys watch the movie.. IRONMAN? It's cool u knoW! With that suit... hahaha..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well.. I'm kinda into it.. more than SPIDERMAN.. Ironman, ironicly have so many things that could be seen from a better perspective of the techs that we have. We could.. if we really2 want to.. dont u tink so? Well.. I'm not a scientist either..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After we went for the movie... hubby and me taking a peek at POPULAR... as usual.. both of us will mind our own business.. when it comes to reading part!!! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was kinda lost, wanting to find something that could give back my spirit... I found thia pillar... still having lots and lots more of motivational words hang to it - for sell of course. It's quite expensive compared to the moment I dont really have money... now.. hahahaha.. !!! I was picking up 2 note books actually.. then when I grab it in my hand.. my mind can't stop thinking. does this worth it?  Then.. my eyes caught that baby blue card.. then I tought that the card could give my husband some spirit to move on... :) I wanted to buy that instead of the notebooks.. but then.. I still can't decide any.. leaving my foot to proceed to find my husband with nothing in my hands. He realised that.. he do realise that I took some time to find what I want. but I just kept quiet abt things I was actually wanted to do just now...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well.. now I'm back.. and.. sOOOOoooOOOOOoOOOOooOOOOOOOOooo many things happened to us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doaku hanya padaMU ya Allah...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berikanlah ketetapan Iman di dalam diri kami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kuatkanlah semangat kami&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teguhkanlah hati kami..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Berilah kami jalan untuk terus berjuang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ke arah jalanMu yang Benar ya Allah..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya diriMu tempat kami bersembah..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindungilah kami ya Allah..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Missing my husband.. of course!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dian :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-8670632522812983544?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/8670632522812983544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=8670632522812983544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/8670632522812983544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/8670632522812983544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-some-motivation.html' title='I need Some Motivation... :)'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SCxqHwSY8nI/AAAAAAAAABo/WIM35ur8VAk/s72-c/27598%7EPositive-Attitude-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-2929517113672268604</id><published>2008-05-06T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T04:21:10.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menunggumu... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SCAu_JaKqOI/AAAAAAAAABY/8eO4v9sC3FY/s1600-h/menunggu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197205632377858274" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SCAu_JaKqOI/AAAAAAAAABY/8eO4v9sC3FY/s320/menunggu2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hari ni tetap je macam hari biasa... Just dat Today I felt like I was waiting for my husband.. memang betul2 macam menanti yang dia akan naik flt hari nie... :) Well.. missing him too much rite now.. I can't really concentrate on stuff... Felt like getting myself busy each time... Just wanted to get myself out of this mess. It's not like we're having a fight or something, it's just that the regular feeling that I have when I'm missing him too much!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now n then, I was looking at my phones, constantly. Wishing that he will send me sms, reply my msg... But he's not there... :( I'm sad, but this is all for the sake of our happiness and future, so i just tried to calm myself down... :) I'm waiting, waiting and keep on waiting... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Turning at the funny part of the day that I've been keeping my eye on the list of the passengers. Wishing that he will be on the list. Hoping that the reason that he didn't reply me is that he's trying his best to catch on the flt... Oh!!! How I wish!!!! But I'm just dreaming maybe? I don't really know.. Lots of it I don't really know.. And the worse part is that I'm just like a zombie lately... Barely had my full body n soul here... Barely hanging on with the faith that I have... I'm gonna be better tomorrow? Perhaps? That's just another pray that I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SCAvypaKqPI/AAAAAAAAABg/jG0olB3iVPY/s1600-h/126434333_eb4d9f1f91_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197206517141121266" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SCAvypaKqPI/AAAAAAAAABg/jG0olB3iVPY/s320/126434333_eb4d9f1f91_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Felt wanna cry...  :( sob .. sob.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;See ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Dian... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-2929517113672268604?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/2929517113672268604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=2929517113672268604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/2929517113672268604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/2929517113672268604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/05/menunggumu.html' title='Menunggumu... :)'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SCAu_JaKqOI/AAAAAAAAABY/8eO4v9sC3FY/s72-c/menunggu2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-6682226482384433455</id><published>2008-05-05T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T03:19:30.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mengapa Cincin Pernikahan Harus di Jari Manis? .... lagi tentang jari... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Ikuti langkah berikut ini, Tuhan benar2 membuat keajaiban (ini berasal dari kutipan Cina)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 1. Pertama, tunjukkan telapak tangan anda, jari tengah ditekuk ke dalam.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/8844/image001vr1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 2. Kemudian, 4 jari yang lain pertemukan ujungnya.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 3. Cobalah membuka ibu jari anda, ibu jari menwakili orang tua, ibu jari bisa dibuka karena semua manusia mengalami sakit dan mati. Dengan demikian orang tua kita akan meninggalkan kita suatu hari nanti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 4. Tutup kembali ibu jari anda, kemudian buka jari telunjuk anda, jari telunjuk mewakili kakak dan adik anda, mereke memiliki keluarga sendiri, sehingga mereka juga akan meninggalkan kita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 5. sekarang tutup kembali jari telunjuk anda, buka jari kelingking, yang mewakili anak2. cepat atau lambat anak2 juga akan meninggalkan kita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 6. Selanjutnya, tutup jari kelingking anda, bukalah jari manis anda tempat dimana kita menaruh cincin perkawinan anda, anda akan heran karena jari tersebut tidak akan bisa dibuka. Karena jari manis mewakili suami dan istri, selama hidup anda dan pasangan anda akan terus melekat satu sama lain. Cinta suami isteri kekal abadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahualam... tak cuba tak tau.. :) tapi ada rasionalnya di situ.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:12;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:12;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-6682226482384433455?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/6682226482384433455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=6682226482384433455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/6682226482384433455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/6682226482384433455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/05/mengapa-cincin-pernikahan-harus-di-jari.html' title='Mengapa Cincin Pernikahan Harus di Jari Manis? .... lagi tentang jari... :)'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-614655963493125149</id><published>2008-05-05T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T03:03:50.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentang Kita... Jari &amp; Tangan... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SB7bBJaKqJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/I4L7-5uBzoQ/s1600-h/tangan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SB7bBJaKqJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/I4L7-5uBzoQ/s320/tangan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196831832784152722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perkara Jari Yang Lima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pelbagai hikmah dan tafsiran yang boleh diandaikan di sebalik jari anda yang lima. Cuba perhatikan perlahan-lahan jari anda. Kemudian, genggam ia kuat-kuat dan angkatkan ke atas. Laungkan ..."Allahu Akbar" sekuat-kuatnya. Itulah Rukun Islam yang mesti dijunjung. Luruskan ia ke hadapan dalam keadaan terbuka. Renung dalam-dalam. Kewajipan solat lima waktu jangan diabaikan. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kemudian lekapkan jari itu di atas meja, perhatikan. Bermula daripada jari kelingking yang kecil dan kerdil, seperti manusia dan apa sahaja akan bermula daripada kecil kemudian besar dan terus membesar. Itulah fitrah insan dan alam seluruhnya. Apa sahaja yang dilakukan mesti bermula daripada kecil. Bak kata pepatah "melentur buluh biarlah daripada rebungnya". Kegagalan mendidik di usia ini akan memberi kesan yang besar pada masa hadapan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SB7bIZaKqKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/akWRbnjplPU/s1600-h/tangan2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 285px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SB7bIZaKqKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/akWRbnjplPU/s320/tangan2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196831957338204322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naikkan kepada jari kedua, jari manis namanya. Begitu juga dengan usia remaja. Manisnya seperti jari yang comel mulus ini. Apatah lagi kiranya disarungkan dengan sebentuk cincin bertatahkan berlian, bangga tak terkira.. pada ketika ini, alam remaja menjengah diri. Awas!! Di usia ini sentiasa dibelenggu dengan pelbagai cabaran dan dugaan. Hanya iman dan taqwa menunjuk jalan kebenaran. Pada usia ini, anda sudah baligh dan mukalaf. Pastinya sudah dipertanggungjawabkan segala amalan di hadapan Rabbul Jalil. Bersediakah anda??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah...naik kepada jari ketiga. Jari yang paling tinggi, jari hantu namanya. Zaman remaja ditinggalkan. Alam dewasa kian menjengah. Di peringkat umur 30-an ini seorang itu telah mempunyai status dan identiti dengan ekonomi yang kukuh serta kerjaya yang teguh. Namun, anda mesti berhati-hati kerana di kala ini banyak "hantu-hantu pengacau" yang datang menggoda. Hantu hasad dengki, hantu ego, hantu tamak, hantu iri hati dan seribu macam hantu lagi. Kalau gagal mengawal emosi lantas terus masuk ke jerangkap nafsu dan syaitan. Jesteru itu, amal ibadat mesti dilipatgandakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita beralih kepada jari telunjuk. Jari inilah yang mengungkap satu dan esanya Allah SWT ketika solat. Genggamkan kesemua jari dan keluarkan jari ini. Gagahnya ia sebagai penunjuk arah, menjadi contoh dan tauladan. Manusia yang berada di tahap usia ini, hendaklah tampil sebagai model kepada generasi baru dan pembimbing yang kaya dengan idea bernas dan minda yang hebat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir sekali, renung ibu jari. Ianya besar dan pendek tetapi menunjukkan kematangan dan kehebatan yang membanggakan. Tugasnya membenarkan sesuatu dan mentafsirkan pelbagai perkara. Bak kata orang Jawa "cap jempol" atau cap jari. Kalau dia ada, semua urusan berjalan lancar. Buat generasi muda, rujuk dahulu kepada orang tua atau yang berpengalaman. Sekiranya petunjuk mereka anda patuhi, nescaya anda boleh berkata "good" atau "yes" sambil menggengam semua jari dan angkat ibu jari ke atas itulah rahsia kejayaan anda. Akhirul kalam, cuba lihat sekali lagi jari anda yang kelima. Renung dan fikir dalam-dalam. Dimanakah anda sekarang??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-614655963493125149?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/614655963493125149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=614655963493125149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/614655963493125149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/614655963493125149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/05/tentang-kita-jari-tangan.html' title='Tentang Kita... Jari &amp; Tangan... :)'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SB7bBJaKqJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/I4L7-5uBzoQ/s72-c/tangan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-652094002741867447</id><published>2008-05-03T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T06:02:51.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petua Untuk Mencari Barang yang Misplace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SBxiBJaKqHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FzhMb3cWsvo/s1600-h/nas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SBxiBJaKqHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FzhMb3cWsvo/s320/nas.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196135841923770482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Ertinya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;"Dengan menyebut nama Allah Yang Maha Pemurah lagi Maha Penyayang.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Katakanlah : “ Aku berlindung kepada Tuhan (yang memelihara dan menguasai) manusia, raja manusia, sembahan manusia. Dari kejahatan (bisikan) syaitan yang biasa bersembunyi. Yang membisikkan (kejahatan) ke dalam dada manusia. Dari (golongan) jin dan manusia".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ni ha.. aku hari ni kehilangan kunci keta aku.. aku pun sebenarnya salah aku gak.. aku yang misplaced it.. but tu la.. aku ni kadang2 memang pelupa.. so tadi aku pun g keja adik aku yang hantarkan.. tengah2 aku surf ni.. aku try la carik.. mana tau ada petua masa akan datang aku yang kaki misplace barang ni bole la amalkan something.. coz kawan aku pnah pesan.. tapi aku ni pelupa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So far yang aku jumpe.. this person pesan try amal2kan baca surah ni dalam hati dengan niat harap2 dapat jumpa barang tu balik.. surah tu.. Surah An-Nas .. seperti yang tertera di atas tu.. selamat mencuba...!!! aku pun nak try gak ni.. tapi mintak2 takde la lagi yang misplace again.. huhu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-652094002741867447?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/652094002741867447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=652094002741867447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/652094002741867447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/652094002741867447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/05/petua-untuk-mencari-barang-yang.html' title='Petua Untuk Mencari Barang yang Misplace'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SBxiBJaKqHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FzhMb3cWsvo/s72-c/nas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-7264709810273319520</id><published>2008-05-03T02:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T02:53:09.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love Exists :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.magmypic.com/uploads/7/22/7221e734c3392bd9db6351a05cec7fbc_TRULOVE_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Create &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;Fake Magazine Covers&lt;/a&gt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SBr2C5aKqGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b8aR2o5rbAY/s320/Group_IV_Grandpa_N_Grandson_by_arth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195735649756031074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is another article picked from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;www.iluvislam.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:130%;" &gt;Why do we read Quran, even if we can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:130%;" &gt; understand a single Arabic word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;www.iLuvislam.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sent by: anak soleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; An old man lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Qur'an. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; One day the grandson asked, 'Grandpa! I try to read the Qur'an just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. &lt;strong&gt;What good does reading the Qur'an do?&lt;/strong&gt;' &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, 'Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water.' &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, 'You'll have to move a little faster next time,' and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead. The old man said, 'I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough,' and he went out the door to watch the boy try again. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would Leak out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, '&lt;strong&gt;See Grandpa, it's useless!&lt;/strong&gt;' 'So you think it is useless?' The old man said, '&lt;strong&gt;Look at the basket.&lt;/strong&gt;' &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now &lt;strong&gt;clean, inside and out&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; 'Son, that's what happens when you read the Qur'an. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out. That is the work of Allah in our lives.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-1392715209224317540?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/1392715209224317540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=1392715209224317540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/1392715209224317540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/1392715209224317540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/05/grandfather-granson-quran-and-basket.html' title='Grandfather, Granson, Quran and a Basket :)'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SBr2C5aKqGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b8aR2o5rbAY/s72-c/Group_IV_Grandpa_N_Grandson_by_arth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-1549160232342966960</id><published>2008-04-20T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T03:55:05.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kegusaran Melanda Hati.... :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum w.b.t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I felt a little bit sad, as usual... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know the reason, but let's just beat around the bushes... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I practically doesn't know why ppl could be so mean to me.. when I'm not to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y ppl could change but Y not ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will change, my ways of talking, my views towards everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have my innerself frightened abt lots of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't want to involve into anybody's business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't want to interfere with anybody's business also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate my own self currently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm too busy to take real good care of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sleep too much than I should!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been taken food more than I should, more than I need!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been a fool out of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm being UNDERESTIMATED by MOST PPL AROUND ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm nobody to them compared to other ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I'M SO MUCH USELESS... PLS DON'T EVEN BOTHER TO KNOW ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MY LIFE SOUNDS LIKE .... I DON'T KNOW... PPL JUST HATE ME OR SOMETHING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's my life anyway.. not urs... still mine... and I'm still living in this pathetic kind of life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'M NOT RICH... I NEVER PRETEND SO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'M NOT INTO BRANDED THINGS, ALTHO I WANT THEM SO MUCH, BUT I STILL KNOW WHO I AM.. AND HOW MUCH I EARNED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'M NOT TRYING TO LIVE IN DEBT, IS THAT WHAT U MEAN BEING RICH OUTSIDE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'M JUST TRYING TO LIVE ON MY LIFE... AND I WILL....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'M GONNA BE HEARTLESS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;TAKE CARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ADIOS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MAD DIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-1549160232342966960?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/1549160232342966960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=1549160232342966960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/1549160232342966960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/1549160232342966960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/04/kegusaran-melanda-hati.html' title='Kegusaran Melanda Hati.... :('/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-3287745982455672368</id><published>2008-04-19T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T03:55:41.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion For Job? Excellent!!!! ... is a big no no to them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I've learnt that being too good to be true to urself is also nothing? I don't really know why I would say that! :( Currently, I was just too exhausted of everything maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well... They r just a bunch of ppl.. I just don't want to make myself not clear rite now.. Y such ppl will say such thing? Welllll.. It's just this appraisal thing.. I tick whatever I felt is rite (well... not really).. Just trying my luck.. all i've got after meeting them (the leaders-what they say) - I've only got 73%...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Let it be.. Let it be... he even laughed when he saw what I've ticked... it's like... 'huh... this is just way too high for u..." :( I felt small then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-3287745982455672368?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/3287745982455672368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=3287745982455672368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/3287745982455672368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/3287745982455672368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/04/passion-for-job-excellent-is-big-no-no.html' title='Passion For Job? Excellent!!!! ... is a big no no to them'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-8149511837481435931</id><published>2008-03-29T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T05:51:36.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be wiser or to be worse...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life has never been great unless u think that it had never been better... That's what I used to tell myself, life has many colors and we r the 1 that painted all those colors by ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So much I'm just thinking about one thing, which is to be wiser or to be even worse than today. Making myself a huge embarassment of the family or making myself a real somebody? Still a question about every single thing that I manage to take care in my life. What I really cares about and what I don't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What was exactly the thing that I wanted to say? I don't really know...  But there's one more question that weighs on my mind... Where will I be 10 years from now. I wanted to be so many person ... I wanted to learn many things... But there's always limitation that my mind had created. It was done by my own limitation, my own Belief System! I have this problem... I've always done all this thinking kinda thing, making myself felt much worse each day and I don't know what is the thing that I can live on for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right now, I still choose to be wiser day by day... Leaving myself having full attention to what I'm doing and what I wanted to do... although I don't really know what was it... But for most of the thing wud be... for the love that my husband that cherish me... and he's still here giving me all the love and attention... and motivating me to be a better person. Knowing him in such an interesting way had always made me smiles and was the most special moment in my life compared to so many other ways that ppl could meet. It was just like something u saw at the tele and also things that u've read through all those novels. Made me wanted so much to keep on rewinding everything so that I will be in cloud 9 again... &lt;tho&gt; hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whopsie... to be continued.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-8149511837481435931?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/8149511837481435931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=8149511837481435931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/8149511837481435931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/8149511837481435931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-be-wiser-or-to-be-worse.html' title='To be wiser or to be worse...?'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-6216746625560283486</id><published>2008-03-28T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T06:01:28.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nama Syaitan dalam Surah Al-Fatihah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here's something that I've come across today. Like what my husband always told me to correct how I read al-Fatihah.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Al-Fatihah merupakan salah satu rukun dalam&lt;br /&gt;solat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jika salah bacaannya maka tidak sahlah solat&lt;br /&gt;kita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jarang orang menyentuh ada perkara lain tanpa&lt;br /&gt;kita sedar bukan sahaja bacaan al-Fatihah menjadi rosak malah kita telah&lt;br /&gt;menyebut nama-nama syaitan laknat dalam solat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Berikut adalah nama-nama syaitan yang wujud dalam&lt;br /&gt;bacaan al-Fatihah sekiranya kita membaca dengan tidak berhati-hati. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. DU LI LAH (bila dibaca tiada sabdu) sepatutnya&lt;br /&gt;DULILLAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. HIR RAB (bila dibaca dengan ada sabdu)&lt;br /&gt;sepatutnya HI RAB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. KIYYAU (bila dibaca dengan ada sabdu)&lt;br /&gt;sepatutnya KI YAU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. KANNA' (bila dibaca dengan ada sabdu)&lt;br /&gt;sepatutnya KA NA' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. KANNAS (bila dibaca dengan ada sabdu)&lt;br /&gt;sepatutnya KA NAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. BI 'ALA (bila kita berhenti membaca di sini)&lt;br /&gt;sepatutnya jangan wakaf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. TA 'ALA (bila kita berhenti membaca di sini)&lt;br /&gt;sepatutnya jangan wakaf Semoga kita menjadi orang-orang yang sentiasa&lt;br /&gt;memperbaiki bacaannya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sekian, Wassalam. -WALLAHU ALAM-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-6216746625560283486?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/6216746625560283486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=6216746625560283486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/6216746625560283486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/6216746625560283486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/03/nama-syaitan-dalam-surah-al-fatihah.html' title='Nama Syaitan dalam Surah Al-Fatihah'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-3858979544472242893</id><published>2008-03-27T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:27:24.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muslimah Boleh Make Up? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ketahui rahsia sebenar mekap muslimah   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Jadikanlah "Ghadul Bashar" (menundukkan pandangan  sebagai "hiasan mata" anda, nescaya akan semakin  bening dan jernih.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Oleskan "Lipstik Kejujuran" pada bibir anda,  nescaya akan semakin manis.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Gunakanlah "Pemerah Pipi" anda dengan kosmetik  yang terbuat dari rasa malu yang dibuat dari salun  Iman.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Pakailah "Sabun Istighfar" yang menghilangkan  semua dosa dan kesalahan yang anda lakukan.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Rawatlah rambut anda dengan "Selendang Islami"  yang akan menghilangkan kelumumur pandangan  laki-laki yang membahayakan.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Hiasilah kedua tangan anda dengan "Gelang  Tawadhu'" dan jari-jari anda dengan "Cincin Ukhuwah".   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Bedakilah wajah anda dengan "Air Wudhu'" nescaya  akan bercahaya di akhirat.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; InshaAllah semoga hidup kita diberkati Allah s.w&lt;/span&gt;.t..   &lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sekadar renunangan bersama .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-3858979544472242893?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/3858979544472242893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=3858979544472242893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/3858979544472242893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/3858979544472242893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/03/muslimah-boleh-make-up.html' title='Muslimah Boleh Make Up? :)'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-4631769947287087134</id><published>2008-03-26T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:49:43.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Share - Rahsia Jadi Isteri Solehah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ADA yang bertanya, bagaimana saya mahu menjadi wanita atau isteri solehah. Adakah perlu warak (kuat beribadat), memakai purdah atau pandai membaca al-Quran? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Wanita solehah ialah mereka yang pandai menghibur dan melayan suami dengan mempersembahkan segala kemesraan, kemanjaan dan cinta sepenuh hati sehingga suami sentiasa rindukan dirinya malah tidak mahu berpisah walaupun sekejap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Bukan perkara yang susah mahu menjadi wanita solehah. Hanya dengan senyuman yang manis dan menambat hati suami, mereka boleh menduduki carta itu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ada yang berkata senyuman isteri yang dilakukan dengan ikhlas semata- mata untuk suami lebih baik daripada menggunakan produk alat solek jenama mahal yang berharga ratusan ringgit. Pandangan yang mesra dan lembut ibarat celak yang paling indah menghiasai sepasang matanya. Kelembutan dan kehalusannya berbicara seperti pakaian yang paling cantik dipakainya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   Suami mana akan memandang ke belakang apabila isterinya sentiasa   harum dan bersih. Malah, aroma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1206515808_0" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; pasti memikat selera suami untuk   sentiasa berada di samping isteri daripada berborak bersama rakan di   kedai kopi.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Berapa ramai isteri yang memberikan senyuman manis, pandangan yang mesra dan lembut serta wajah yang berseri-seri ketika mengiringi suami keluar rumah atau menyambut kepulangannya di muka pintu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Rasululullah s.a.w pernah bersabda bahawa isteri solehah ialah yang menggembirakan suaminya apabila suami melihat kepadanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Bayangkan suami yang pulang dalam keadaan letih kerana beban tugas di pejabat ditambah kesesakan jalan raya, isteri yang menyambut di muka pintu menguntum senyuman, wajah yang dihiasi cantik, menolong membawa beg, membuka sarung kaki dan menyediakan minuman untuk menghilangkan dahaga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Memang sukar mencari ciri-ciri wanita sedemikian kerana kebanyakan isteri terutama yang bekerja terlalu terbawa-bawa perangai mereka di pejabat sehingga suami tidak diberi perhatian. Akhirnya, suami jemu dan sengaja balik lewat ke rumah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Kadangkala kita tertanya-tanya mengapa sesetengah lelaki suka mencari pelacur untuk memuaskan nafsu. Tidakkah mereka takut dengan hukum Allah dan risiko jangkitan penyakit yang boleh mereka dapat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sebenarnya, sesetengah lelaki gemar mencari perempuan lacur kerana mereka mendapat layanan kelas satu ketika bersama wanita berkenaan. Mereka tidak mendapatnya ketika di rumah apatah lagi isteri yang terlalu sibuk dengan kerja sehingga mengabai nafkah batin kepada suami. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Mungkin ada yang berkata, wanita lacur memberi layanan kelas satu   kerana mereka dibayar atau mendapat tip.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Adakah isteri juga mahu suami memberi bayaran kepada mereka semata- mata untuk mendapatkan layanan kelas satu? Jika isteri mempunyai pandangan sedemikian, jangan melenting jika dikatakan mereka juga sama dengan pelacur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Layanan isteri kepada suami tidak perlu kepada unsur kewangan. Sebagai ketua rumah tangga, suami perlu menyediakan keperluan kepada isteri termasuk makan minum, pakaian, perhiasan dan belanja isteri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Jika perkara ini dilaksanakan, apa alasan isteri untuk tidak memberi   layanan kelas satu kepada suami.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Beruntung isteri yang tahu melayan dan menghiburkan suami kerana selain mendapat kenikmatan, mereka juga mendapat ganjaran pahala daripada Allah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Isteri yang sengaja enggan melayan nafsu suami akan dilaknat malaikat kerana tidak menunaikan tanggungjawab sebagai suri rumah tangga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Kajian mendapati suami yang mendapat belaian dan kasih sayang isterinya akan cemerlang di tempat kerja dan masyarakat. Mereka tidak memerlukan apa-apa lagi melainkan isteri di sisi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Mungkin ramai yang tidak percaya bahawa semangat suami lebih tinggi jika mendapat kasih sayang isteri. Suami manusia biasa, walaupun segagah atau segarang mana mereka, jika dimanja atau dibelai, mereka ibarat harimau jinak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Justeru, isteri perlu mempunyai teknik atau kaedah untuk memikat suami, bukan semata-mata wajah yang jelita atau harta yang banyak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Bayangkan ketika kecil, anak mendapat perhatian dan kemanjaan ibu bapa, tentu anak membesar menjadi manusia yang baik. Tetapi jika tiada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1206515808_1" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;kasih sayang ibu bapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, anak pasti membesar sebagai manusia   yang tidak terkawal.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Oleh itu, isteri perlu faham, walau setinggi mana pangkat, kedudukan, harta dan darjat mereka, jangan lupa memberi kasih sayang dan kemanjaan kepada suami. Senyuman, kemanjaan, pakaian dan haruman adalah senjata untuk memancing manusia bernama lelaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Copied and Pasted from - Virtualfriends.Net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="font3" style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-4631769947287087134?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/4631769947287087134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=4631769947287087134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/4631769947287087134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/4631769947287087134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/03/share-rahsia-jadi-isteri-solehah.html' title='Share - Rahsia Jadi Isteri Solehah'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-3987419441586577162</id><published>2008-03-25T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T05:36:10.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the memory of my Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was just another half busy day for me. Nothing much happening around, and missing my husband to the most rite now. I can't just simply sit and do nothing, even for a single sec. It will just made me feeling bad about everything not to do anything. Even for the last few weeks, I had my sleepless nites. Find so hard to sleep even I'm just too tired of everything around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;$ - as usual had become something that had never been a thing not to worried about! Trying many ways to get as much as I can, my mind can't just stop thinking abt it. Now I finally found the reason y ppl work so hard for it. I just wanted financial freedom, out of the most of everything that I had now. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even last week, almost every nite before I went to bed, I cried. I asked myself, Y, but I couldn't figure it out. Maybe I missed my husband too much? I miss being around him, making him angry wif me, teasing him now and then, I miss seeing him around doing all the houseworks, when I'm preparing myself to go to work. It's not that he don't have any job or what, he's trying to find something here. Trying to find something to do, but NIL - he tried many ways. To all the burden he's been carrying now, I could tell u... it's not that easy. I've been talking to MOM, on the books, where I wrote down everything, it's like I kinda talking to her, wishing that she could hear me. I've only found her few times in my dreams, but I didn't remember any of it. Just that I felt it's like she's still here wif us. Watching us from afar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's one thing that made me smile yesterday is that, I've just read the poem made by my Aunty in rememberance of my mom. How she wrote it, I could feel that she really meant every single word that she wrote. She was far away but still remember everything, and she was true every single thing she wrote! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn't find a time for my friends for the time being yet, Emiza n Muhaini. Sorry guys! Just too busy on changing shift, replacing others and today would be the 1st day of my life, that I'll be working, 10hrs daily up to 8 days in a row. On this first day itself, I was kinda TING - TONG ! I don't know whether I can have that energy to stay for 8 days, but I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I went grocery shopping with Dad, as he requested the day before. And yeah, I kinda miss that moment so much. Maybe he know that we're a bit apart. And he did ask me about our planning, my husband and me, what are our plans actually. I also don't really know. It's not that I don't care you c... It's just TIME AND MONEY again... That two does get along pretty well don't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well... I got too many things on my mind right now. ~ ~ *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;GTG peeps, chiao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Loving my husband so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dian Love Muniev :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-3987419441586577162?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/3987419441586577162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=3987419441586577162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/3987419441586577162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/3987419441586577162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-memory-of-my-mom.html' title='In the memory of my Mom'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-7719963725338016861</id><published>2008-03-22T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T04:58:48.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Kaedah untuk Mendapat Ketenangan :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buat kita .... manusia.. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sebenarnya tidak sukar utk dptkn ketenangan. Ada kaedah yg praktikal blh diamalkan. Insyaallah cara ini akan membantu utk menjadi seorang muslim yg yakin, tenang dan seterusnya membina keterampilan yg baik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mulakan sesuatu dengan perlahan-lahan. Apabila ingin ke mana-mana lebih baik mulakan 10 minit lebih awal. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lakukan aktiviti berkebun. sesetengah pengamal percaya bahawa pohon-pohon dapat mengurangkan kekuatan jiwa dan merupakan satu langkah untuk mencapai kegembiraan. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beri diri sendiri masa bertenang. Kita tidak boleh gembirakan semua orang. Jangan terlalul kesal jika terbuat silap kerana belajar dari kesilapan akan menjadikan anda lbh sempurna. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Time out". Ambil masa 5 minit berehat dalam setiap jam bekerja. Ini akan dpt membantu meningkatkan produktiviti. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haiwan peliharaan. Kucing, arnab atau ikan dpt memainkan peranan sebagai pelega tekanan. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manfaatkan masa cuti. Sepanjang cuti, dapatkan rehat dan tidur yg secukupnya. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cari hobi. Lakukan sesuatu yg disukai. Cara ini dpt meningkatkan keyakinan diri dgn mencari kegembiraan melalui hobi. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buat senarai. Buat senarai yg perlu dilakukan setiap hari jika anda jenis yg pelupa jika mahu diri lebih terurus. Beri keutamaan pada matlamat yg penting. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Membaca. Membaca buku yg baik dpt memindahkan kebimbangan. Ia adalah merupakan aktiviti yg senyap dan boleh menyelamatkan diri seketika dari kebisingan. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bermain. Apabila tertekan ambil masa rehat dan kembali ke zaman kanak-kanak. Ambil krayon dan lukis sesuatu.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minta bantuan. Jika rasa terlalu terbeban, dapatkan bantuan. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buat kebajikan. Membuat perkara baik pada orang lain seperti sedekah pd orang yg memerlukan, mengambil berat rakan yg sakit dipercayai boleh memberikan rasa positif dan menjalinkan silaturrahim dgn org lain. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jgn abaikan perasaan negatif yg ada dlm diri. Jika ada rasa cemburu, marah atau hambar itu tandanya anda perlu lakukan sesuatu.tarik nafas panjang dan cari jln utk atasi rasa tersebut. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Senyuman. Pakar rawatan dalaman kata, jika kita berpura-pura gembira dgn memaksa diri senyum atau ketawa badan akan memberikan reaksi dengan mengeluarkan hormon stress. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hargai diri sendiri atas sesuatu pencapaian.&lt;br /&gt;senaman regangan. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Senaman dapat membantu mengurangkan tekanan. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baca Al-Quran. Ayat Al-Quran adalah penawar. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zikir. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solat. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Berdoa. Ini janji Allah. Apabila kita mohon pada Dia dengan sendirinya kita akan sedar kita tidak sendirian. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mwahs,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-7719963725338016861?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/7719963725338016861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=7719963725338016861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/7719963725338016861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/7719963725338016861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/03/20-kaedah-untuk-mendapat-ketenangan.html' title='20 Kaedah untuk Mendapat Ketenangan :)'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271670518923547539.post-6877026196776921858</id><published>2008-03-20T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:09:22.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulakan dengan Bismillah... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai pembuka tirai... as an opening.. :) Bismillahirrahmanirrahim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kita semua beroleh berkat dari apa yang bakal dikongsi bersama di dalam blog ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything to share, just leave ur comment... add my bl0g if u want to... and i'll surely add urs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a simple thing to be with.. nothing much.. just a place where nobody will hear us.. but will only read everything.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share ur thoughts wif me.. Share our memories together.. bad or good.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learn from mistakes and we wanted to become somebody that is SOMEBODY to everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) And... be gewd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, Adios,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lurve,&lt;br /&gt;Dian :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1271670518923547539-6877026196776921858?l=edna-zayn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/feeds/6877026196776921858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1271670518923547539&amp;postID=6877026196776921858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/6877026196776921858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1271670518923547539/posts/default/6877026196776921858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edna-zayn.blogspot.com/2008/03/mulakan-dengan-bismillah.html' title='Mulakan dengan Bismillah... :)'/><author><name>Dian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160694610319914762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlmAOSBzAzg/SuME9zJMwxI/AAAAAAAAADs/zrVAi4mGj9k/S220/dian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
