tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26500023145672380792024-03-05T00:31:36.066-08:00LIFE: me, myself and IAnith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-68575710548705889492011-07-21T20:28:00.000-07:002011-07-21T22:05:44.753-07:00tak dapat didugaselepas mengepost cerita dan gambar gembira, post kali ini bertukar anginnya... kerana disebalik gelak tawa ada tangisan hiba.... mugkin anda merasa pelik bile saya memulakan post ini dengan nada yg cukup berbeza.... jarang sekali (walhal menulis pun jarang) saya menulis dengan nada yg sedih dan duka... tapi iyelah, adat kehidupan kita sebagai manusia, ada hari panas terik walaupun winter, ada hari sejuk mengiggil walaupun musim summer...<br /><br />insyaAllah saya pasti, korang sume sudah mengetahui, sama ada melalui surat khabar, facebook or orang keliling beritahu mengenai kemalangan yg berlaku di Melbourne tepat seminggu yang lalu... kalau x tahu, ni saya letakkan <a href="http://www.nst.com.my/nst/articles/8MalaysianstudentsinMelbourneaccidentsafe/Article/">link berita</a> mengenainye...apa yang korang mungkin tidak tahu adalah betapa dekatnye saya dan kawan2 dengan kejadian ini... pelik sebenarnya kerana kami pun tidaklah kenal banyak mana dengan mangsa2 ni, tapi takdir Tuhan letakkan kami dalam position ini, kalau bukan untuk membantu mereka pun, untuk membantu kami belajar serba sedikit mengenai apa itu dinamakan ujian...<br /><br />oklah sebagai intro, macam mana ye kami boleh mengenali mangsa... mangsa yg budak Melbourne tu, of course laaa kitorg kenal, rapat lagi tu sebab sejak di Intec lagi dah berkawan. boys yg lain tu mmg kitorg x kenal, x penah jumpa pun sbb diorg student Ireland dtg bercuti di sini. yg girls tu sebenarnya schoolmate one of my housemate. al-kisahnye, masa cuti winter kali ni, my housemate tu pegi bercuti di NZ at the same time yg kawan from Malaysia ni datang... because of that, kesian plak kat bebudak ni nak jalan2 kat Melben xde peneman, so kebetulan the day after diorg arrive, saya dah plan snow trip macam dalam post before... so, ajaklah diorg pegi sekali... from there berkenalan laa.. tapi yelah, first time jumpa, awkward laa jugak...<br /><br />then few days after that, kawan2 adelaide saya balik, n my housemate pun dah balik dari NZ diorg pun move in menumpang di rumah kami.... sempat jugaklaa berborak sikit2 tapi since hari2 diorg kluar berjalan x sempat sangat laa nak beramah mesra sangat... saya ingat malam sehari sebelum kejadian tu, kami ramai2, my housemates and them, duduk dekat dapur borak2 sambil masak... kebetulan, one of them blaja pharmacy jugak kat Monash Malaysia, adalah bahan nak bercerita... tambah plak, asek dok gelakkan diorg cakap Terengganu and also mencuba-cuba berloghat Ganu yg x jadi langsung... masa tu, my housemate masak untuk bekalan diorg pegi berjalan esoknya... masak nasi dengan lauk paprik...<br /><br />Masa hari kejadian tu... malam tu, kami berempat serumah baru lepas melepak di bilik Muzek n Dekma, cerita2 pasal trip diorg ke NZ n cerita2 lain... macam biasalaa org pompuan, pantang kumpul, bergossip je keje... bile dah penat bergossip, saya pun baliklaa bilik.... baru nak start tengok cerita (x ingat dah, masterchef kot) tiba2 ayin n muzek masuk bilik.... muzek badan dah mengiggil... then Muzek cakap "Nit.... kawan aku tu accident"... masa tu, saya dapat rasa otak saya macam blank tiba2... tah kenapa (n sekarang bile fikir rasa jahat plak) i had one of those stupid moments where I remember thinking tu myself...muzek ni malam2 nak buat lawak laaa plak.... but the look on their faces masa tu mmg xdelaaa masanya nak melawak kelakar... ayin pun ceritalah pasal panggilan telefon from Iffat dari dalam ambulans n everything... masa tula baru terdetik.. Ya Allah.. this is really happening...<br /><br />In all actuality, sepanjang hidup saya yang dah 22 tahun lebih ni... belum pernah rasanya ahli keluarga or org terdekat dgn saya mengalami situasi macam ni.. i mean like a real accident... so at that moment, kitorg mmg macam blur... masa tu x boleh nak fikir, apa yg nak kena buat ni... everything is racing through u're mind, nak kena telefon siapa, nak pegi hospital mana, siapa nak tolong hantarkan.... fortunately dan syukur sgt2, ada kak tmc and husband dia... diorg laa yg dtg pickup kitorg... since the only thing that we knew was that diorg sume terpisah-pisah n Iffat cuma tahu dia akan ke Monash Medical, between the four of us, kitorg splitla pegi 2 hosp... hosp RMH yg saya pegi tu, xde pon mana2 mangsa... terpaksa laa call balik kak tmc mintak amik balik<br /><br />once dalam kete, we had to regroup nak cari kat mana all the mangsa pegi sbb we had no info at all... kitorg pun mulala mencari semua hosp and even call ambulance... masa tu, yg susahnya, kitorg x tahu langsung mana sebenarnya tempat kejadian n nama the boys yg lain tu.. bile tepon hosp pulak tu, nama melayu, susah diorg nak cam, so lagilaaa susah.... finally after calling a few hosp, dapatlaa call dandenong hosp... masa tu pon, xde nama patient, tapi org tu kata, there is someone who might fit the description... dia bagilaaa cakap ngn org tu... Alhamdulillah, Rasyid rupanya.... dialah bagi all the details, suh kitorg callkan org2 tertentu yg tahu what to do... but from that phone call, satu je saya paling ingat, rasyid kata, "syukur sgt Nit... patutnya kitorang semua dah meninggal" berderau darah dah x terkata... masa tu baru sedar the severity of the whole situation...<br /><br />sampai2 kat dandenong hosp, tgk berita dah tersebar, ramai dah menunggu tapi peliknya x seorg pun tahu apa dah berlaku... yg diorg tahu rasyid accident masuk hospital.... rupanya, barulah sedar yg we were the only actual ones yg tahu keadaan sebenar... tahu all together ada 8 mangsa, not just the 4 yg ada dekat hospital tu... yg lagi 4 dah masuk hosp lain...tahu apa sebenarnya terjadi, yg diorg masuk air n hampir lemas.... masa tu, nak cerita balik pada semua org lain,rasa macam bukan suara sendiri yg kluar...boleh feel a shiver running through my body and i knew it wasn't just because of the cold of the night, tapi saya sendiri dalam shock... i too was running on adrenaline only....<br /><br />finally bile dia bagi masuk, tgk rasyid and sorg kawan dia okey, xde pape sgt... yg teruk cuma hafizu and aisyah....both pakai neck brace tu, but clearly masa tu boleh nampak yg hafizu lagi lemah dari Aisyah.... bile try tanya dia pun, yg boleh dgr dia cakap dia okey, tapi sakit sgt... aisyah plak, masa tu cuma risaukan adik dia fadhilah je... sayu sgt masa nak try jawab soalan dia pasal fadhilah... yg kitorg boleh cakap 'dia okey dekat hospital lain,jgn risau eh'.. tapi tambah sayu lagi masa dia tanya, 'tadi dgr bunyi helicopter, siapa yg naik?'... masa tu saya pandang ayin, ayin pandang saya... lastly, ayin cakap je yg kitorg x tahu.... bile jumpa rasyid plak, lain ceritanya.. masa tu pelawat dah mula beransur balik, dah nak dekat pukul satu pagi dah... rasyid muka macam ceria je, siap bising2 mengadu lapar, x sempat makan nasi paprik muzek... tapi kan, sebenarnya bile tgk dalam2 mata dia, dapat nampak sebenenarnya, walaupun dia nampak je okey, dia sendiri ada rasa shock, rasa sedih and another hundred emotion going through him...<br /><br />at that time, there was also another thing that kept running through my mind sepanjang malam tu... baru je beberpa hari before, me n my adelaidian friends pegi situ... lalu the exact place....siap bergelak gembira, berkaroke lagi.... esoknya, selamba je bagi Ikhwan drive dua hari berturut-turut.... macam mana berkuasanya Takdir ALLAH, bile dia kata benda nak jadi, x kira apalah, macam mana apa pun, tetap terjadi... selama ni everytime kitorg planning nak pegi mana2 x kirala nak buat road trip ke, nak naik flight ke or even naik tram sekalipun, jarang sekali (or maybe never pun) terfikir that something as big as this might happen... atau kalau nak lebih eksterm lagi, pernah ke terfikir the possibility that this may be the last journey I ever take in this world... terkadang bile keadaan macam ni berlaku barulah kita insafi betapa kehidupan ni bukan terletak pada perancangan kita manusia, tapi sebaliknye terletak pada takdir yg Maha Esa... bile mana Allah nak uji hamba-Nya, dalam keadaan mana sekalipun dia akan uji, tinggal lagi kita manusia ni bersedia tidak nak hadapi ujian tu... terasa nak kongsi satu ayat ni saya jumpa:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><blockquote>Dan kami pasti akan menguji kamu dengansedikit ketakutan, kelaparan, kekurangan harta, jiwa dan buah-buahan. Dan sampaikanlah khabar gembirakepada orang-orang yg sabar - Al Baqarah 155</blockquote></div><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></blockquote><br /><br />Alhamdulillah, skarang semuanya dah selamat.. semua pun dah keluar hospital... tinggal Hafizu sahaja yg masih di wad selepas operation... operation apa, xpelah, x payah cerita, cukup kalau tahu, operation itu dah selamatkan nyawanya....tulah masa awal2, kitorg sume x sedar, rupanya, hafizulaa yang paling kritikal conditionnye eventho, fadhilah yg naik helicopter... as for budak2 lelaki yg lain semuanya ok je.... and about apa yg sebenarnya berlaku malam tu, kitorg malas nak tanya2 sangat... skang ni kitorg dah tahu laaa apa yg sebenarnya berlaku, tapi biarlah, ni jadi cerita mereka.... mereka yg berada di situ dan alaminya sendiri lebih berhak untuk bercerita tentang apa yg terjadi masa accident tu... org lain nak tokok tambah tak payahlaaaa...<br /><br />bile dah okey sikit ni, diorg cerita2 memang masa kejadian tu, apa yg diorg ingat cumala yg diorg dah nak meninggal dah... berkali dah mengucap banyak2... tapi sekali lagi takdir Allah mengatasi segalanya.... Allah pilih untuk selamatkan mereka dan biarkan mereka terus hidup.... mungkin ni caranya Allah mengajar mereka dan juga kami sendiri, yg kematian itu pasti...bila dan bagaimana sahaja yg wallahualam... benda ni, saya tahu, semua orang boleh cakap dia tahu, tapi sebenarnya, berapa banyak kali je kita fikir pasal kematian setiap hari... saya tak tahu orang lain, tapi jujur, saya sendiri jarang sekali... jadi mungkin ini iktibar pada kita semua untuk lebih sentiasa beringat...<br /><br />di kesempatan ni jugak, saya sendiri nak minta maaf pada semua andai salah silap, minta halalkan segala... sebab macam yg saya cakap before this, ujian dan kematian datangnya tanpa kita duga.... Wallahualam....Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-45030160105444736072011-07-19T23:43:00.000-07:002011-07-20T17:32:30.643-07:00cuti-cuti melbenwaduh waduh... lama sungguh x dihapdate belog ni... berhapak dan berhabuk dah agkanye... kenapa ye.. kalau nak kata sibuk, tu alasan paling tipu sekali sebab for the last sebulan setengah yg lepas i've been memerap dekat rumah meng'enjoy' my winter hols.... mungkin lama sgt memerap, idea nak menulis pun dah jadi perkasam, so tak tertulislah apa2... tapi terharu laa jugak bile bukak balik lepas 3 bulan, tgk2, masih ada jugak org yg sudi menyinggah di blog kerdil ni...huhu...<br /><br />well, ni nak cerita pasal what i did during my winter hols... seperti cuti2 winter sebelum ni, saya tidak kemana-mana melainkan stay di bandar melbourne yg weathernye sejukla super... nerdnye u may think, dahlaa cuti kemain lama, duk terperuk je ke kat melben tu... apa ingat best bebeno ke melben tu...<br /><br />hmmm..... biasa2 xdelah best sgt... tapi this time around ia menjadi best teramat super.... kenapa? sebabbbbb.... kawan2 adelaide sume dtg visit me.... mak, gile perasan... xdelah... they all, and also ramai lagi umat Malaysian Australia semua menyinggah ke melben untuk main NCG which is like an annual gathering of sports and conferencing here dkt oz.... n sbb my adelaide friends taik hidung masin sket (jgn mare) x nak bayar duit accom, diorg pon meng'accom' di teratak usangku di Amess st ni....<br /><br />so, nak dijadikan cerita, besides dtg utk main sports, they all jugak dtg utk cuti2 melben which translates into 'makan2 melben'.... habis laa melayang diet planku entah kemana... sampai2 or maybe even b4 sampai lagi diorg dah mintak list kat mana tmpt best nak makan... x caya? x caya? tgk ni buktinye....<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8n1JNmq6fSA8y05hHLbm9dlSVJD4mpagpGVd9GXp2zfYiYrmC2UujNqjYeY66CR5wcoW6ti5zRz9RFtRDiVI7g9780GmVFd-Ocsi5jCyFXrf2cY3xQefUT_hXrLfmee92AqjJudKZoKI/s1600/267293_2226694871264_1364553235_32596270_1095537_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8n1JNmq6fSA8y05hHLbm9dlSVJD4mpagpGVd9GXp2zfYiYrmC2UujNqjYeY66CR5wcoW6ti5zRz9RFtRDiVI7g9780GmVFd-Ocsi5jCyFXrf2cY3xQefUT_hXrLfmee92AqjJudKZoKI/s320/267293_2226694871264_1364553235_32596270_1095537_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631328607241171986" border="0" /></a>list kedai makan ehsan fb Noin</div><br />nak lagi best is that, i yang org melben sendiri pon macam extra excited pegi meneman diorg makan macamlaaa x leh nak pegi hari2..... huhu... so macam2 laa kitorg try dari yg indon ke italian ke turki ke indian ke whatever jelah.... asal nama halal, kitorg main taram... masa tu kalori x pikir, duit apatah lagi.... seronok katakan.....but the best sekali mesti laa yg ni....taraa.....<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSjXaMRtGCj88SVy_FSTRDhUk7-ZS88ILt6t0xDZKjs5nSAKqxGOEmD40ojriuFqZk_jsb2LgPKJLPbleRkP5LmIKwBLotbIBE8kdXWG4Y_-Zxc9MGIxcXfGfl4Zef_tzlmUhzNJF9BVA/s1600/278680_2185111872533_1389093368_2485130_5421840_o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSjXaMRtGCj88SVy_FSTRDhUk7-ZS88ILt6t0xDZKjs5nSAKqxGOEmD40ojriuFqZk_jsb2LgPKJLPbleRkP5LmIKwBLotbIBE8kdXWG4Y_-Zxc9MGIxcXfGfl4Zef_tzlmUhzNJF9BVA/s320/278680_2185111872533_1389093368_2485130_5421840_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631330368936348818" border="0" /></a>eskem EL DOLCE FREDO limited edition yg sedap super.... limited sbb a few days lepas diorg sampai, kedai tu dah nak tutup dah sbb winter2 mana org makan eskem ye dak...<br /></div><br />haaa.... tapi bukanlaa melantak je keje diorg ni.... sempat jugak laa meround2 city melben... ni adala sikit gegembar (pics ni sume amik kt fb org lain sbb malas nak bawak kamera jalan2)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikaoieZ9P1GH8pH-AdSK4o0U4BABcFCazMcBi-iKLIn3mnpoXZovV0lTFh7sgmpIw9JF1ILmxG_UABu96lzMlOEUUC1FCT_mKiS8QfrdNmoUci0FS7FQwAetdRKztP4aG3y0seCw2yr7s/s1600/279227_10150242159574877_771324876_7590325_8111625_o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikaoieZ9P1GH8pH-AdSK4o0U4BABcFCazMcBi-iKLIn3mnpoXZovV0lTFh7sgmpIw9JF1ILmxG_UABu96lzMlOEUUC1FCT_mKiS8QfrdNmoUci0FS7FQwAetdRKztP4aG3y0seCw2yr7s/s320/279227_10150242159574877_771324876_7590325_8111625_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631333629828539554" border="0" /></a>walaupun x main apa2, still menyibuk dtg opening NCG sbb dpr pappa roti free<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwHZv4zi8RH6KW2aavxjYxwohU59_fcORiC1hoNTyhpR-9GSVsF9UT_IEwPqYiGL5JgNuhHshM4nmZvuPGpDdyGMuwYZq4qdAC6o4jUNvR7nRdQOxPuFqJPoa0jum3-QP9e2SzCnrQwZQ/s1600/263727_2226015574282_1364553235_32595133_4169522_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwHZv4zi8RH6KW2aavxjYxwohU59_fcORiC1hoNTyhpR-9GSVsF9UT_IEwPqYiGL5JgNuhHshM4nmZvuPGpDdyGMuwYZq4qdAC6o4jUNvR7nRdQOxPuFqJPoa0jum3-QP9e2SzCnrQwZQ/s320/263727_2226015574282_1364553235_32595133_4169522_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631333621116353410" border="0" /></a>melbourne museum yg belakang umah je tapi x penah habis jelajah<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh30hK0Mk5z2yTlkq_4xDXHBt1QfXmRwDLPPvlQ3HVuTR4UlKogPadHf3-O2oagNVvDYAtb2_BER-dXd0ybrwXkVjVeIRw7Ow7htm5RYFq7xFBwcIDcCfSKrqHq2jZZI-bI7VloHoMCLqI/s1600/277756_2213665459678_1188793707_2680869_2771192_o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh30hK0Mk5z2yTlkq_4xDXHBt1QfXmRwDLPPvlQ3HVuTR4UlKogPadHf3-O2oagNVvDYAtb2_BER-dXd0ybrwXkVjVeIRw7Ow7htm5RYFq7xFBwcIDcCfSKrqHq2jZZI-bI7VloHoMCLqI/s320/277756_2213665459678_1188793707_2680869_2771192_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631333624771946754" border="0" /></a>dekat shrine of rememberance yg eventho dah duk sini 3 tahun, beru first time pegi...<br /></div><br />then dah sudah bejalan keliling city, sempat laa jugak kitorg road trip ke phillip island... tapikan, road trip kali ni bertema, temanya adalah: cuma pegi mana2 tempat yg x payah bayar nak masuk a.k.a destinasi budget xpon free tros... hehe... jadinye kitorg kelilingla pulau phillip tu n benti2 kat tempat yg ada lookout yg cantik2...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA00uzsaUJPB4ZJVPFU7O4OadSvp-e2hDG_2ILmhSK6i6cvDpV9Lq-Hz5iHET6UnUxlCtOAr_uUvOz5GzhIl5HSk9FKkV1hML-uCodf_lb5FguXsD1pA1ChPFnI0Z_IAciF4b9TgcCy8U/s1600/DSC_3228.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA00uzsaUJPB4ZJVPFU7O4OadSvp-e2hDG_2ILmhSK6i6cvDpV9Lq-Hz5iHET6UnUxlCtOAr_uUvOz5GzhIl5HSk9FKkV1hML-uCodf_lb5FguXsD1pA1ChPFnI0Z_IAciF4b9TgcCy8U/s320/DSC_3228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631580124723242050" border="0" /></a>nampak x kat belakang tu ada ala2 Nora Elena gitu...<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ScCNbS5Kg_6wLlU0RCAQfKqv3CU_oE8Kac3tkPHBrB8kPhQ7n0j66ALWIcgoRSWSqcRISC-dJ1aqRLMf_2qLaTVlCz9zoc4dZG1jYmdcN1HjIf8syOvZC75-IQSBVNd6PligwQn_ErA/s1600/DSC_3262.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ScCNbS5Kg_6wLlU0RCAQfKqv3CU_oE8Kac3tkPHBrB8kPhQ7n0j66ALWIcgoRSWSqcRISC-dJ1aqRLMf_2qLaTVlCz9zoc4dZG1jYmdcN1HjIf8syOvZC75-IQSBVNd6PligwQn_ErA/s320/DSC_3262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631580130960699938" border="0" /></a>dekat the nobbies yg sejuk bangettttt</div><br />and untuk finale..... we went to Lake Mountain untuk main snow.... huhu.. tempat paling feveret untuk pegi main becoz its sooooo beautiful and the snow is just amazingly soft... this time around malas dah nak buat snowman, buang masa je, amik gambar ngn snowman dah siap sudah... but we did engage in a crazy snowfight yg giler dahsyat....<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlwOah_uaxXHCLyLCZZpJzDCB7Jar967wjJR55e1leNaOnQcwmy3ZL6wYZ1lBy4EiYIq0kvcF-RqMAFLbf4-qH4TP72UYGtr9OV3rjodNkImc6zA7zom3PWcomp3RfwVax84XbaRJ1l50/s1600/DSC_3474.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlwOah_uaxXHCLyLCZZpJzDCB7Jar967wjJR55e1leNaOnQcwmy3ZL6wYZ1lBy4EiYIq0kvcF-RqMAFLbf4-qH4TP72UYGtr9OV3rjodNkImc6zA7zom3PWcomp3RfwVax84XbaRJ1l50/s320/DSC_3474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631594323382859090" border="0" /></a>nak snowfight kena cari kedudukan yg strategik utk menyerang n defend<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnX_d9UCaxXOLgWd8GcJTzkH-Uf5jggH2gw4PjGYAL9i0rjBWcoQOR3GYW5uu1GGyVVrk-FgUpA3_H7zLi9ufo-et3cfMVOlf7AMA2V0nHl2sX4xhiwFSi5FVrBRIiKBu8ZqZ82M6Bspk/s1600/DSC_3451.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnX_d9UCaxXOLgWd8GcJTzkH-Uf5jggH2gw4PjGYAL9i0rjBWcoQOR3GYW5uu1GGyVVrk-FgUpA3_H7zLi9ufo-et3cfMVOlf7AMA2V0nHl2sX4xhiwFSi5FVrBRIiKBu8ZqZ82M6Bspk/s320/DSC_3451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631594321090208290" border="0" /></a>siap bukak warung ABC from fresh snow lagi...yummm<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3339O67UDj3GzXFHGUenMYWuQRIqpBhdmlJidPlFbNajpVLu23l1wJNZLMHkt2V7T6pXteMC0qEMlAVhTx9dj4UXxD4OK9_Wz5waj41m-aJ7v6kUD3FhIcvnb3ryoTlBAvbyjeT9NeVE/s1600/DSC_3526.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3339O67UDj3GzXFHGUenMYWuQRIqpBhdmlJidPlFbNajpVLu23l1wJNZLMHkt2V7T6pXteMC0qEMlAVhTx9dj4UXxD4OK9_Wz5waj41m-aJ7v6kUD3FhIcvnb3ryoTlBAvbyjeT9NeVE/s320/DSC_3526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631580141684277250" border="0" /></a>main tobogan macam budak kecik<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIoFvMb3GZs99FjERVTBi-kc6icnOG8x52e3JGL1q_pt3v9qZ2aXuhw16hq-8jHKVweQB00jGOW0tzo9k7c3YdokOXZDEcZHuo_vd0NAn1jVgu_Gz3Y1JKThY2YJHnMVpk5LlHUfb7wek/s1600/DSC_3422.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIoFvMb3GZs99FjERVTBi-kc6icnOG8x52e3JGL1q_pt3v9qZ2aXuhw16hq-8jHKVweQB00jGOW0tzo9k7c3YdokOXZDEcZHuo_vd0NAn1jVgu_Gz3Y1JKThY2YJHnMVpk5LlHUfb7wek/s320/DSC_3422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631580139282412866" border="0" /></a>the crew<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">ok, b4 ending post yg super panjang n full ngn gambar ni, nak share jugak video perjalanan kitorg yg dipenuhi dgn kebisingan dan ke'excited'an yg over.....seb baik budak2 ni bukan btol2 anak ak, kalau x dah lama kena pelangkung agaknye....hehheeh....<br /></div></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwaEw_BNvZd9jZctdlxpGaO8HLoZC-aM8WtL3LkL30ZJsORW2GYBDiHmM-QQNFurUYWYNgHwn3Lh5M567U09g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-50883542170715724982011-04-02T00:52:00.000-07:002011-04-02T01:20:25.112-07:00tua sudah saya<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:180%;">SAYA SUDAH TUA!!!!!<br /></span></div><br />wow, x sangka kan.. cepat gile masa berlalu... tiba2 je dah masuk tahun 2011, tiba2 je umur pun dah naik jadi 22 tahun... in a blink of an eye, i went from being 22 weeks then 22 days then 22 months and now 22 years.. ahh.. that's life i guess<br /><br />for this year, Alhamdulillah, I've received a lot of friendly messages, sms and fb all wishing me blessing for my birthday.. to everyone, thank you for remembering though I'm quite sure fb notification kinda helped a lot...hehe.. what would life be without Facebook these days sometimes i wonder...<br /><br />two most sweet messages would be the ones that i got from abah n mama;<br /><br /><blockquote>abah: Happy berday..dh besor dh ank babah<br /><br />mama: Ngah, hepi besday untuk anak mama yg jebam ni<br /></blockquote><br />walaupun pendek je, and please ignore the 'jebam'...terharu giler sampai rasa nak nangis.. anak mama n abah ni dah besar panjang rupanya.... waaaa..... tetiba rasa nak jadi budak2 balik plak..<br /><br />since my birthday falls on a friday, I had a microb prac that was super cool and exciting because, yes! our bacteria grew dgn cantik and yucky sekali..huhu... then my lab partner Shalini asked me; "so, how does it feel to be 22?" and I was like.."ummm, old!" hahah... mmg pun, the only thing I rasa adalah dah tua...<br /><br />kalau ikut mama, umur 22 dah boleh kawen dah..ooopssss...alamak, nampaknye x dapatlaa nak ikut jejak langkah mama... angah calon sorg pun x nampak batang hidung lagi.. alamat nye lambat lagilaaa... xpe.. my target 24@25.. so ada masa lagi...jgn risau...<br /><br />and I'm taking this opportunity to thank all my melbourne friends especially my housemates that organized a small celebration for me... waa.... walaupun xdelaa suprise sgt tapi still terharu becoz ingat kitorg 5 org je.. bile sampai2... rupanya ramai yg dah tunggu dan yg datang join... so sgt rasa blessed, rasa disayangi n rasa dihargai.. u guys THE BEST laaa...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ZrH7pBZPW877FFraiDtGx5U6oE2xS7-SZ4_FtkffoXYojqwH6Xr3_RzfkQdJdaIFnYhGbJ9gN0-eD2Op0iDz8_hsMfR-vlH-typnLtBupGLeKMh754Pdn2hAF6TptBaNWthWTW6nTFg/s1600/2011-04-01+17.56.40.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ZrH7pBZPW877FFraiDtGx5U6oE2xS7-SZ4_FtkffoXYojqwH6Xr3_RzfkQdJdaIFnYhGbJ9gN0-eD2Op0iDz8_hsMfR-vlH-typnLtBupGLeKMh754Pdn2hAF6TptBaNWthWTW6nTFg/s320/2011-04-01+17.56.40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590894248085734162" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">with all my beloved friends though rasanya ni macam ada yg tercicir<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA9w770R3M_xvvNjudQ6Rxs5i4IvX7XCFsLDi7-L6AEHHcC_JaSZlKhiSkdZafBM8QEiEO6K00_67Jcsel4bRD12xCUq-gIChGfF0YbViAUxz-JrBJhI6e-7TNco9pZanTgS6GA9F5TjI/s1600/IMG_1118.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA9w770R3M_xvvNjudQ6Rxs5i4IvX7XCFsLDi7-L6AEHHcC_JaSZlKhiSkdZafBM8QEiEO6K00_67Jcsel4bRD12xCUq-gIChGfF0YbViAUxz-JrBJhI6e-7TNco9pZanTgS6GA9F5TjI/s320/IMG_1118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590894251774740002" border="0" /></a>buat muka terharu yg over sbb dapat kek sahara yg rasa heaven!<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaz9q8kUpFyV8AI7zZb_ZatA4IWtMyMfVTLdlNMpxrlfUAnwtP78P5LNn4YDY8yBkMuF2NsS2ek7-h1WVQq2RsfNw9Vg3CltuH6pzYLMg-kh3iEM-cF2mIaWn5X5Vfl61nvYDlFZ4CtPE/s1600/IMG_1127.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaz9q8kUpFyV8AI7zZb_ZatA4IWtMyMfVTLdlNMpxrlfUAnwtP78P5LNn4YDY8yBkMuF2NsS2ek7-h1WVQq2RsfNw9Vg3CltuH6pzYLMg-kh3iEM-cF2mIaWn5X5Vfl61nvYDlFZ4CtPE/s320/IMG_1127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590894255732347234" border="0" /></a>share ikan penyet yg rasa belacan yg dibelanja Muzek yg cun<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxrdG24dg-cczKISWZbfJ5Wm4bTlOgF0_ul7LavYd8omdTvpbuHAfaUqAoTkTUAqaJXlYNOZ_5CcLuWc0RDuB7bQijFWjKdl8GZ1Z5c_XSNp1InK_HpM8jIMGnlRjj0ise8qD1WahFqWU/s1600/IMG_1135.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxrdG24dg-cczKISWZbfJ5Wm4bTlOgF0_ul7LavYd8omdTvpbuHAfaUqAoTkTUAqaJXlYNOZ_5CcLuWc0RDuB7bQijFWjKdl8GZ1Z5c_XSNp1InK_HpM8jIMGnlRjj0ise8qD1WahFqWU/s320/IMG_1135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590894263753803138" border="0" /></a>final pose depan Bali bagus with ayin n my birthday gift (rasa kurus plak hehe)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivcHSdXhA9VwMW0o4dCJZ9_pHM2trRJzY2DuUfhTTGQ0Jik5EBmBf8dj3ypeaabaKxdc2jsuQEeYmc_hVhHFsQod1Z2HW8hWqEoRf2aThiuoJAswp2yp5tPS2QwtrLhPznaZeTu-ADsk8/s1600/1301728851757.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivcHSdXhA9VwMW0o4dCJZ9_pHM2trRJzY2DuUfhTTGQ0Jik5EBmBf8dj3ypeaabaKxdc2jsuQEeYmc_hVhHFsQod1Z2HW8hWqEoRf2aThiuoJAswp2yp5tPS2QwtrLhPznaZeTu-ADsk8/s320/1301728851757.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590894256849403442" border="0" /></a>and my cute birthday card, nak tunjuk yg blah dalam dia tapi hish, usikan mereka tu, xyahla ye menyang kat sini, nanti x pasal cipta gosip baru plak..<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>as for my birthday wish..all I hope is that Allah kurniakan another year of greatness and happiness, kemurahan rezeki dan keberkatan.. may all the blessings that everyone has wished me can be shared by us all.. ameenn...Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-10577375383913312552011-03-23T19:54:00.000-07:002011-03-23T19:59:06.025-07:00Gettin it right<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >my new favorite song from Glee:</span><br /></div></blockquote><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span></div><pre><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >What have I done? I wish I could run</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Away from this ship goin under</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Just tryin to help out everyone else</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Now I feel the weight of the world is on my shoulders</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></strong></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >What can you do when your good isn't good enough</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >And all that you touch tumbles down?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Cause my best intentions keep makin a mess of things</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I just wanna fix it somehow</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >But how many times will it take?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Oh how many times will it take for me</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >To get it right</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >To get it right</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Can I start again, with my fate again</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Cause I can't go back and endure this</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I just have to stay and face my mistakes,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >But if I get stronger and wiser, I'll get through this</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"></strong><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >What can you do when you're good isn't good enough?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >And all that you touch tumbles down?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Coz my best intentions keep makin a mess of things,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I just wanna fix it somehow</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >But how many times will it take?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Oh, how many times will it take for me to</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Get it right?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"></strong><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >So I throw up my fists, throw a punch in the air,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >And accept the truth that sometimes life isn't fair</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I'll send down a wish and I'll send up a prayer</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >And finally someone will see how much I care</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >What can you do when you're good isn't good enough?<br />And all that you touch tumbles down?<br />My best intentions keep making a mess of things,<br />I just wanna fix it somehow<br />But how many times will it take? Oooh<br />How many times will it take for me<br />To get it right, to get it right?</span></span><br /></pre></div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-10735912870178522702011-03-20T22:56:00.000-07:002011-03-20T23:58:35.472-07:00emosi anitThere's a lot of things that I know about myself... some of those things I'm too embarrassed to say it out loud, while some things, let's just say, it won't really bother me if even the whole world knows.<br /><br />One of those things is how I'm a crazy super emotional freak!<br /><br />yeah, and I guess to those that know me, this would be the least surprising thing about me. I get emotional over everything and nothing. I get emotional when I'm book reading, movie watching, song listening... u name it, and I'm it. and the thing is, whenever I'm emotional (which maybe all the time) its clearly shown on my face. Zara used to always fist me whenever I get this certain reaction on my face that she's too familiar with.<br /><br />a good friend, Bayern, once told me that its scientifically known that women have a larger Amygdala - the part in the brain in control of emotional reactions - compared to men and its also scientifically known that my own amygdala is far bigger than any normal woman. not that i believe him or anything but i guess i understand where he's coming from.<br /><br />well, speaking about emotions, its just that for the past weeks that classes have started i just kinda feel that my head, my heart, my self, its been all over the place. up n down, high n low. everything seems to get blown into crazy proportions and as always, i find myself unable to control its direction.<br /><br />hearing about some friends quitting their studies was kind of a big blow. here, we're thinking that the moment you start this so called journey, you're gonna see it to the end but destiny has its own mind. and seeing some people forced to give up is just plain sad.<br /><br />being project manager for Malaysian Open Day was a really big pressure on me. the stress of all of it, the setting up, the execution, expectation was really a whirlwind. i can't even remember how many times I blew up in people's faces (which, I take this chance to apologize to anyone affected, it was in no means personal). honestly, I am proud for the success but deep down, I just think that somehow I could have done better.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNIJl6lutuHcBUkRzMhb9J-Ig0BA75FaezDMUw58opvuoRBGA08vgwID7tmgpDlmMMxSaiw4aA0rYfIujJyjX3rjf4hO_LvkaI3pYd2dUZhb9rKroUNE9c06v6FMc4twJqFL2CI8XVJ0/s1600/199036_10150116576684877_771324876_6639084_6165717_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNIJl6lutuHcBUkRzMhb9J-Ig0BA75FaezDMUw58opvuoRBGA08vgwID7tmgpDlmMMxSaiw4aA0rYfIujJyjX3rjf4hO_LvkaI3pYd2dUZhb9rKroUNE9c06v6FMc4twJqFL2CI8XVJ0/s320/199036_10150116576684877_771324876_6639084_6165717_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586410226661034626" border="0" /></a>see, the level of stress on my face.<br /></div><br />then, there was the whole MASCA drama that damn, if I had to go through all that again, then just hmpphhhh*%*. If there's anything that I dislike the most, it would be being the bad guy and I'm not saying that becoz I'm such a nice person, but I just don't do cruelty. But again, as I've been told over and over again when it comes to works, your professionalism comes first, but that still doesn't mean that I can hate all this crap.<br /><br />and how I wish all this craziness were only work related, but no. it had to go personal. well, i'm not gonna go into the details of it, but I kinda think i've 'dumped' a very good friend whom once upon a time I might have hoped for something more than that. that's why I don't do complicated relationship, they are just too complicated. the point is, though I feel a bit of regret, but for the sake of my own heart, maybe this is the best (I hope)<br /><br />and to top it all up, i've really been self-doubting myself and this I really hate. I know I'm not a 100 percent confident person, but times when I doubt myself, the person that I am, the person I 'm going to be, well its not really something fun. we've been studying pharmacy management in class and i've been thinking more and more about my decisions, my course, my future. questions that I really don't have the answer nor do I want to bother answering.<br /><br />oh yes, and not to mention that the world is nearing qiamat and I for one am really scared and terrified. and its not just Japan, its like its one disaster after the other. guess its kinda like a warning from the One up there, a reminder of how everything that happens, is all in his hands and we as humans really need to learn something from this.<br /><br />on the bright side, mama n abah had a fantastic time in Indonesia and I can't wait for my parcel to arrive with all the goods and the food. also, kak lang is safe and sound back in Tanta and everyone back home seems fine. oh, and for this autumn break, i'll get to visit zara and the rest in adelaide so that should be some thing good to look up to.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VZQlNleXZW5VMrVijnD7oVuFGIwppF5WeiYsYDn2yweUZ9HlITuGycYO3Y60UIr_GkOuthsMWxiS4Sq0edw9F5HIQK1yfy-ufsVOV3Ga1F4U5mXw_4Tpt_B9Sm9EUqxcaI2JtKrwmkY/s1600/emoticons.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VZQlNleXZW5VMrVijnD7oVuFGIwppF5WeiYsYDn2yweUZ9HlITuGycYO3Y60UIr_GkOuthsMWxiS4Sq0edw9F5HIQK1yfy-ufsVOV3Ga1F4U5mXw_4Tpt_B9Sm9EUqxcaI2JtKrwmkY/s320/emoticons.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586420749313870610" border="0" /></a><br />being an emotional person has it perks, yes i have to agree to that, but man, for once how I just wish that I could be one of those calm, composed women who always look cool and collected. not the crazy girl who goes berserk every time in crisis. well let's just hope that as I get older (hopefully maturer) somehow, magically I can learn to take control and be less emotional and more rational.Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-15802236811592381592011-03-01T02:48:00.000-08:002011-03-01T03:46:06.660-08:00its SMARTer then mehari ni saya mula kelas balik... bestnye sem ni, Isnin FREE!!! jadi xdelah monday fever.. tapi xde monday fever, tuesday pun mesti kena fever jugak... liatnye laa hai nak pegi klas...<br /><br />so hari ni, hari first saya jalan balik pergi uni lepas nak dekat 4 bulan jugaklah x mengexecrcisekan kaki ni... waduh2.. dia punye mengah tu... Tuhan jelah tahu... selalu2 pegi klas relax2... pandang kiri pandang kanan, tgk2 kalau2 ada mamat-mamat hot yg jogging ke... tapi hari ni, tak kuasa mak... dalam kepala asek pikir, bileler nak sampai ni... rasa macam jauh berbatu benor laa...tulah, duk kat umah x penah nye.. jangankan nak joging, nak kuar tgk taman (if u can call it that) yg dalam pagar umah sendiri pun x terbuat.. haaa, padanlaa muka...<br /><br />hoooo... tapi sebenarnya nak citer pasal benda lain... sembenanya, hari ni, i went to get my new phone... kat sini, kitorg phone pakai contract.. so dah hbs 2 tahun renew laa... dapatlaa amik phone baru.. lepas tukan ni zaman canggih manggih, i pun nak laa henpon yang main touch2 je, xdelagi punat2 ni...<br /><br />actually last week, sehari lepas sampai, dah pergi usha dah phone.. sampai2 je terus cakap ngn org tu "i want an iphone 4" then mamat bangla (rasanya laa, tak pun india kot) tu tanya balik, "why u want an iphone" then i pun macam.."just because..." haaa... tulah, sembenanya saya pun x tau napa laa nak sangat itepon ni... maybe sebab sume org pakai kot.. then rasa cool laa plak.. org tu pun katalah, ada lagi banyak choice lain yang cost worthy and still as good as an iphone because instead of guna apple store dia ade android utk apps dia. so terdiam jugaklaa saya... kena laa redecide balik... so the choice would be between:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;">iPHONE 4 VS HTC DESIRE HD VS SAMSUNG GALAXY S<br /></span></div><br />mau nyanyi lagi ajai n nurul 'keliru' ni... hmmm..... mmg take time laa saya nak decide.. yelah, iphone kena bayar extra AUD 10, while yang lagi dua tu just AUD 5. memandangkan rent umah kitrg pun dah naik (500 jadi 543) kenalah blaja jimat2 kan... then saya buat laa research sikit.. ada satu review tu kata htc the best, tapi review yg satu tu jelah saya baca... alaa.. baca pun bukannya paham apa benda yg dia cakap... then pikir balik, htc tu macam gabak sangat, org kedai tu pun cakap, "its a guy's phone".. i x minat benda2 gabak2 ni... masa meeting MOD plak, sorg kawan ni pakai galaxy n sorg lagi htc... kinda liked the way samsung felt in my hands... plus dia cakap agak best laa apps android tu n its quite user friendly gak...<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >so the verdict went to</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >:<span style="font-weight: bold;"> SAMSUNG GALAXY S</span></span></span><br /></span></div><br />jadi hari ni, saya pegi amik... pastu bodek2 sikit laa mamat tu... dia pun kasik free for 3 months... ingat x yah bayar bil langsung 3 bulan, rupanya, x yah bayar yg extra AUD 5 tu utk 3 bulan... oklah tu.. kalau x bodek x dapat tau... then tanya dia nak beli cover n screen protector.. dia cakap beli dua2 dia nak kasi AUD 10... oklah... sekali dia check stock.. xde plak protector... jadi dia kasi cover free... pegi kedai lain plak belik protector to AUD 5.. haaa... untung mak...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBc0QfZzsq3NyVHM2vhg7Kpuc7hM3NWUBxSFJpJB8TPAtQIcm5RUSC2OwLlRD5yzO8XuJtoa2PUb6BImFGxVaeEdMn2McsaIYkwHGqebSS2x6MUoNVEwXXrI7iCDcYp5Kn0DK1nsFBB24/s1600/P2260631.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBc0QfZzsq3NyVHM2vhg7Kpuc7hM3NWUBxSFJpJB8TPAtQIcm5RUSC2OwLlRD5yzO8XuJtoa2PUb6BImFGxVaeEdMn2McsaIYkwHGqebSS2x6MUoNVEwXXrI7iCDcYp5Kn0DK1nsFBB24/s320/P2260631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579067830806722578" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">ni laa hanpe nye.. cung x ? dalam gambar ni x cantik sgt sebab saya yg amik...hehe</span><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4vLj-mZLYV0EYvTflEKDvXFnhLST3I0YktZM41vMhiFfAi4F14yD_I2WvQq-_cNCDeB_2a5tX6M7eTxk4uwccm_mgwvpifmYE07Neo0ZQ5WkwQbv1sExNLBjH7pDrvFvKAQ1k_NriWzE/s1600/P2260632.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4vLj-mZLYV0EYvTflEKDvXFnhLST3I0YktZM41vMhiFfAi4F14yD_I2WvQq-_cNCDeB_2a5tX6M7eTxk4uwccm_mgwvpifmYE07Neo0ZQ5WkwQbv1sExNLBjH7pDrvFvKAQ1k_NriWzE/s320/P2260632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579067842670446450" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">bukan nak tayang sgt henponnye.. nak tayang student diary blkg tu.. nampak rajin sket..</span></div><br />tapi kan bile bawak balik... aduh... semart sangat laa phone ni... rasa diri ni plak yang kurang smart... mula2 tu x tau nak pindahkan contact camne... then bukak android market, nak try download game, ingat dh download, tapi cari2 x jumpa... x tahu dia gi mana... ni lagi best.. tgh2 kecoh2 tu, ada laa plak org kol... nak angkat kol pun den x reti... adussss... rasa teruji kepintaran.... seb baik ader muzek, housemate ku yang pintar lagi ayu... dia laa yang jadi tok guru... hisshhhh.. ni nak kena explore ni... babah suh baca buku dia... tapi seperti biasa, mestilah daku malas... alangkan buku sekolah pun malas baca apatah lagi manual henpon..<br /><br />tapi kan.. sebenarnya, ni rahsia sikit... saya bukannya kesah sgt apps x apps, canggih x canggih sgt.. bukannye reti dan akan guna selalu pun.. its just that org lain pakai, kita pun rasa nak pakai gak...hehe... apalah diriku ini :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">dh boleh guna kaler2 balik<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><span><span></span></span><br /></div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-2683201803633734882011-02-25T02:06:00.000-08:002011-02-25T03:08:09.667-08:00journey to the eastwell, i'm back in Melbourne.... wowwee... cepatnya 3 bulan berlalu... bangun, makan, makan lagi, tidur... tup tap dah kena balik sini semula... perasaan utama: MALAS... like freakin malas giler... 3 bulan dok umah tak buat apa2 kecuali menghabiskan beras je, skang kena balik kelas plak... hai.. rasa lama benor tak berjalan, tetiba nak kena start exercise kaki plak... tadi baru laa pegi beli barang umah, kaki dah rasa lenguh2 plak deh....aduss... ni banyak kilo nak kena shed ni.. yang 2010 punya tak hilangkan lagi, ni dah nak kena hilangkan yang 2011 punya plak....<br /><br />the best thing bout balik kali ni is that: <div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">EVERYONE's HOME!!!!</span></blockquote></div><span style="font-size:100%;">its so awesome sebab rasanya lama sgt2 kitorg 5 beradik semua sekali ada kat umah... ada je sorang dua yang missing... granted lah kan, musibah kat Mesir yang bawak kak lang balik... </span><span style="font-size:100%;">but,hey, she's safe, everything's cool again...<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLvNERq4hgC95_8RYHhejmgNFAvq3lFO0vDpiJYSlOML3rra4aQfIgeSQ1y3JfKFW-ZCeUzHFrTFNtV8XXghikEilZAsKA6ebPFTTFebetUlK1dCIobFSFQAVKd4IBBtwIvR4_dQfyc_4/s1600/P2070725.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLvNERq4hgC95_8RYHhejmgNFAvq3lFO0vDpiJYSlOML3rra4aQfIgeSQ1y3JfKFW-ZCeUzHFrTFNtV8XXghikEilZAsKA6ebPFTTFebetUlK1dCIobFSFQAVKd4IBBtwIvR4_dQfyc_4/s320/P2070725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577570197223421154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">sambut kak lang kat KLIA pukul 1.30 pagi..</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">terer x abah drive to n back again.. tgk muka kak lang, happy je dapat balik free</span><br /></div><br />kak lang pun dah balik, along x start2 keje lagi, kak chik cabut asrama, adik cuma ada latihan sukan n me myself tak gheti2 balik melben, dapatlah kitorg kumpul2 ramai2...and since lama sangat dah tak kumpul2 ni, and tak tahu laa bila lagi boleh kumpul lagi, we all took a road trip...yay... rasanya adalah dekat satu semenanjung kitorg jelajah...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;">JOHOR-KUANTAN-TERENGGANU-KELANTAN-PERAK-JOH</span><span style="font-size:130%;">OR<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">banyak kan2... alaa.. tapi bukan</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">kembara apa sangat.. lebih pada duduk kat dalam kereta, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">melalak karaoke lagu2 pop 90-an (sebab kitorg satu family so into retro), makan jajan, buah potong dalam kete, kejap2 benti R&R (mama nak terkencing) then cari tempat best nak tidur<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidO8mvX3HrBM0B8GDMpVHJENnEHPG7irx9Sbl4S5b3utFWYGleGvxrn-dO197Q3QTSRGuUklAMZ8LBFQv2WdWZXcA12mWbVDHgV1f-EB0jERCvwXc51s3560Y2XQTaBzMryoXPgUDTvIk/s1600/P2110755.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNvbMX-hm7Md6gW2EgOl4a0PFP2pVQGrsuDl1vm-OOvntDQ2N401mpyxVeVXHFFG4fx_gKM66zCrI34eQegj4E9ltLwh9owIIL9mYICyWHE6sTLG9B0V-n2yKWLubmEmPKCdeFc1yhXj4/s1600/P2080731.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNvbMX-hm7Md6gW2EgOl4a0PFP2pVQGrsuDl1vm-OOvntDQ2N401mpyxVeVXHFFG4fx_gKM66zCrI34eQegj4E9ltLwh9owIIL9mYICyWHE6sTLG9B0V-n2yKWLubmEmPKCdeFc1yhXj4/s320/P2080731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577575700811831554" border="0" /></a></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">kena hantar encot pegi hotel dia dulu baru boleh start jalan</span><br /><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgHwB5j9aBuMucKt52jd_I7CML1DgfKpPpBbxLYKYFtZTyMWwb8bqh__DSl6riy2ad2d4s6J-FzW2ht22JsGex9E7ckeR5Y1GOftroFjU6WROzxbZqKiJPUojnuMNAyYY5cU4BIB62wc/s1600/P2100752.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidt4-DUwMJUdOscjz2tlG_zvy5lsi-Hy5cl6sU0buGjq_jy-4mJT44WP7i45dGXjIgNGY6X-XEvA-ktonhuzP7TUl85VZWhSHrili3Fl1G39cwQa2yhyphenhyphen140ZagcdYiG3qbPChdfOBr6lI/s1600/P2090743.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidt4-DUwMJUdOscjz2tlG_zvy5lsi-Hy5cl6sU0buGjq_jy-4mJT44WP7i45dGXjIgNGY6X-XEvA-ktonhuzP7TUl85VZWhSHrili3Fl1G39cwQa2yhyphenhyphen140ZagcdYiG3qbPChdfOBr6lI/s320/P2090743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577575704911287170" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">gambar je kat depan taman tamadun Islam ganu ni, x masuk pon</span><br /><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgHwB5j9aBuMucKt52jd_I7CML1DgfKpPpBbxLYKYFtZTyMWwb8bqh__DSl6riy2ad2d4s6J-FzW2ht22JsGex9E7ckeR5Y1GOftroFjU6WROzxbZqKiJPUojnuMNAyYY5cU4BIB62wc/s1600/P2100752.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidt4-DUwMJUdOscjz2tlG_zvy5lsi-Hy5cl6sU0buGjq_jy-4mJT44WP7i45dGXjIgNGY6X-XEvA-ktonhuzP7TUl85VZWhSHrili3Fl1G39cwQa2yhyphenhyphen140ZagcdYiG3qbPChdfOBr6lI/s1600/P2090743.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgHwB5j9aBuMucKt52jd_I7CML1DgfKpPpBbxLYKYFtZTyMWwb8bqh__DSl6riy2ad2d4s6J-FzW2ht22JsGex9E7ckeR5Y1GOftroFjU6WROzxbZqKiJPUojnuMNAyYY5cU4BIB62wc/s1600/P2100752.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgHwB5j9aBuMucKt52jd_I7CML1DgfKpPpBbxLYKYFtZTyMWwb8bqh__DSl6riy2ad2d4s6J-FzW2ht22JsGex9E7ckeR5Y1GOftroFjU6WROzxbZqKiJPUojnuMNAyYY5cU4BIB62wc/s320/P2100752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577575712426520146" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">makan2 candy floss dalam kete</span><br /></span></span><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgHwB5j9aBuMucKt52jd_I7CML1DgfKpPpBbxLYKYFtZTyMWwb8bqh__DSl6riy2ad2d4s6J-FzW2ht22JsGex9E7ckeR5Y1GOftroFjU6WROzxbZqKiJPUojnuMNAyYY5cU4BIB62wc/s1600/P2100752.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidt4-DUwMJUdOscjz2tlG_zvy5lsi-Hy5cl6sU0buGjq_jy-4mJT44WP7i45dGXjIgNGY6X-XEvA-ktonhuzP7TUl85VZWhSHrili3Fl1G39cwQa2yhyphenhyphen140ZagcdYiG3qbPChdfOBr6lI/s1600/P2090743.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgHwB5j9aBuMucKt52jd_I7CML1DgfKpPpBbxLYKYFtZTyMWwb8bqh__DSl6riy2ad2d4s6J-FzW2ht22JsGex9E7ckeR5Y1GOftroFjU6WROzxbZqKiJPUojnuMNAyYY5cU4BIB62wc/s1600/P2100752.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidO8mvX3HrBM0B8GDMpVHJENnEHPG7irx9Sbl4S5b3utFWYGleGvxrn-dO197Q3QTSRGuUklAMZ8LBFQv2WdWZXcA12mWbVDHgV1f-EB0jERCvwXc51s3560Y2XQTaBzMryoXPgUDTvIk/s1600/P2110755.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidO8mvX3HrBM0B8GDMpVHJENnEHPG7irx9Sbl4S5b3utFWYGleGvxrn-dO197Q3QTSRGuUklAMZ8LBFQv2WdWZXcA12mWbVDHgV1f-EB0jERCvwXc51s3560Y2XQTaBzMryoXPgUDTvIk/s320/P2110755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577578176331614130" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">singgah makan durian kat tepi jalan otw nak gi kuala kangsar</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">walaupun laa cume beberapa hari, x sampai pun seminggu kitorg dapat stay sama2, but it was worth it...dapat kumpul sama2.. dig up all the inside jokes yang kitorg je paham, makan everything together-gether, stay up at night gossiping and hati-to-bati sessions, gaduh-gaduh marah-marah... just enjoying each other.. i think just having u're family around, people who u love even though they annoy u sometimes... that's really worth cherishing u're whole life... and i just feel grateful for mine.</span><br /></div></div></div></div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-83931584102035639102011-02-08T18:39:00.000-08:002011-02-08T19:19:32.762-08:00AWESOMEness<div style="text-align: left;">in the times of distress, we often forget the good thing in life. I'm saying this and also dedicating this post to kak lang who i'm sure is pulling her hair out, waiting there in Jeddah for her flight home.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>i was reading readers digest when i found this article or rather an interview with the writer of <a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/">1000awesomethings.com </a> who writes this famous super cool awesome blog on AWESOMEness.... how awesome is that?</div><div><br /></div><div>what touched me was that, how sometimes when something bad or miserable happens to us, its like the biggest deal in the world.. but when something really good happens we kinda just don't realize that its actually happening.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>so...here's my own short version of awesomeness, some i 'borrowed' from him and some are my personal experience and none of it is in any particular order :)</div><div><ol><li style="text-align: left;">finally peeing or "melepas hajat" after holding on for forever</li><li style="text-align: left;">sleeping in class without anyone noticing</li><li style="text-align: left;">having enough change in your purse - down to the last sen</li><li style="text-align: left;">when your cat suddenly nak snuggle2 manja2 ngn u</li><li style="text-align: left;">getting told u get a further discount when you're at the counter paying</li><li style="text-align: left;">berjaya 'membuang angin' di khalayak ramai tanpa disedari sesiapa</li><li style="text-align: left;">the thing that u wanna buy is the last item on the shelf - and its yours</li><li style="text-align: left;">knowing the name of the song stuck in your head</li><li style="text-align: left;">when youtube streams super fast</li><li style="text-align: left;">someone likes your facebook status</li><li style="text-align: left;">singing along to the radio in the car</li><li style="text-align: left;">a handsome guy opens the door for u</li><li style="text-align: left;">hearing a song that reminds u of someone</li><li style="text-align: left;">watching a baby smile or laugh</li><li style="text-align: left;">the counter at McD is clear when u enter - walaupun masa tu time offer pukul 12 sampai 3</li><li style="text-align: left;">a stranger smiles and says hello to you</li><li style="text-align: left;">buat reverse call, boleh cakap lama2 xpayah bayar</li><li style="text-align: left;">when u just "get it", a joke or a lesson, whatever.. it just clicks</li><li style="text-align: left;">having a light bulb blinking moment when u need one</li><li style="text-align: left;">having the final say - in this case i'm saying that my life is AWESOME!</li></ol><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4wsJwyiv6G5fpyrmTtmkr20VG0EJzEUfzoe1NdKccKyg0FymbO-Z3QO2UGRRiZ3HiJk6o64-IhthJOjVygLkP8njag0jZNrAwXLYLdSSnb4rTrH_2figyn2kkripuSAhLsd083euWVpQ/s320/awe.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571521223638731538" /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">i guess what i'm trying to say is that, life, moments in life can be super ugly.. things can go not the way u want them to go, and everything feels like IT SUCKS! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">but give it a few minutes, think back of these small insignificant AWESOME moments, make u're own awesome list and i hope thats enough of a reminder of how beautiful life is.</div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-71576991976683034832011-01-30T23:01:00.000-08:002011-01-31T04:07:19.981-08:00krisis Mesir<div style="text-align: left;">saya tidak bercakap dari sudut seorang yang ahli dalam politik dunia, saya hanya sekadar bercakap dari sudut seorang kakak yang risaukan keadaan adiknya. adik saya kak lang, penuntut tahun satu jurusan pergigian di universiti Tanta, Mesir dan dalam keadaan sekarang ini pasti anda faham kerisauan yang melanda kami sekeluarga di sini. malah, bukan sahaja adik saya, over there, saya punyai puluhan rakan yang menuntut di Ain Syams, Cairo, Alexandria, Mansourah...</div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>sememangnya the people of that country makes the country what it is. tidak kiralah bagaimana diktatornya seorang pemimpin, suara rakyat pasti ada kuasanya. Oops, sebelum saya menulis lanjut, sekali lagi saya tegaskan saya bukan seorang yang ahli dalam hal ini. Jujur dan kesal saya katakan, sebelum semua ini terjadi, saya termasuk kalangan jutaan manusia yang ignorant akan keadaan nasib sesama umat lain. jadi apa pun yang saya tulis, hanyalah sekadar pandangan berdasarkan observation saya selama beberpa hari ini.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div>From what i understand, the spark of protest was inspired by the happenings in Tunisia that i believe face similar situations as Egypt. Kronologi kejatuhan pemerintahan diktator Presiden Ben Ali bermula dari tindakan seorang lelaki yang sebelum ini bukanlah sesiapa. A heartbroken man yang menangisi keadaan dirinya yang tertindas di bawah pemerintahan sedia ada sehingga merasakan mati adalah jalan terakhirnya. Jalan akhir yang selanjutnya membuka jalan baru dalam lipatan sejarah negara Islam itu apabila jutaan rakyatnya bangkit menjatuhkan institusi yang selama ini mementingkan kekayaan peribadi dari kemiskinan rakyat sendiri.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ENg3lqBt2KWKA1jjnmSpPrBP-CfD56Byb0Ura9lPBeJuQzXicu7AHUhptd16hUeb6RZRoJL2a0MOVVDT34_upceFL4PUc7uyUcX1lJpLDUMU6rJUVkmwY64BSC1yK1tdd6Blh9jHXvE/s320/k.lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568258608654214978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>Dan aura itu bertiup pula ke Mesir yang selama beberapa dekad diperintah Presiden Hosni Mubarak, presiden yang dikatakan menerima sokongan kuat Washington. Opps, sekali lagi saya interject, selama ini saya hanya kenal Hosni Mubarak sebagai presiden Mesir sahaja. siapa dia, bagaimana corak pemerintahannya, apa kesalahan dia saya tidak arif untuk menjawab. cuma satu perkara yang saya ingat yang personally membuatkan saya menyenarai hitam lelaki ini.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxn6LCjew5JekNilj6ZNK7mcG0UzbX4SG-Ju0APNzRcBYWs2vhqBHlSI504yRXwNyU1Y1e9pEqR1M0AzXHlcOFuefPX_6q8fJy6ald-Hf4fkQDpVdN9xBrwSozh5hSCWlMXkC0nGdODEU/s320/k.lg+2.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 178px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568258610871115074" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>last year kalau saya tak silap, kerajaan Mesir telah mengarahkan terowong-terowong kecil yang selama ini menjadi laluan penghantaran bekalan bantuan ke Palestine untuk ditutup siap dengan konkrit lagi. sebagai sesama Muslim, i could never understand the decision behind this. How is it possible that someone in his power could deny the right of another Muslim dengan cara yang cukup terhina dengan menghalang antara satu-satunya jalan yang dapat memastikan the survival of penduduk Palestine. berasap kemarahan dalam hati saya. betapa dia tak sedarkah, jutaan orang Islam seluruh dunia ingin sekali bermati-matian menghulur bantuan, tetapi dia yang mengaku sesama Islam, jiran sebelah rumah sendiri, sanggup menafikan hak kehidupan jiran sendiri. and for that and his other actions, he has become the president hated by his own people.</div><div><br /></div><div>mungkinkah ini signs that hari kiamat semakin hampir? saya tak sure kebenaran hal ini tapi saya pernah dengarlah kan waktu kiamat dah nak dekat, Islam akan bangkit kembali menerajui dunia, dalam masa yang sama merampas kembali Palestin. Mungkinkah ini petanda ALLAH? rakyat sendiri bangkit melawan pemerintahan autokratik yang selama ini tunduk pada permintaan barat tanpa mengendahkan perasaan jirannya Palestin yang tertindas. yang mereka mahu pimpinan berteraskan ajaran Islam yang sebenar. Berjaya atau tidak rakyat Mesir, Wallahualam, takdir di tangan ALLAH, benar atau tidak ini semua percaturan dari-Nya. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1EXEKgvHUsVzlsgjRh0gZgsYps2Pvb4ShWJ6DIaIojOIINpG4J8l9MVeu7ncONB2nBDiQxiKOwnm_aueMG36e2QnUOLF7Ph5VjdQTotpAqr4MYaqhV3BTEq9YzhfYMYVd5RLDpi4WvL8/s320/k.lg+3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568260112070189986" /><div><br /></div><div>hari ini masuk hari ketujuh rusuhan di Mesir. Risau di hati kami sekeluarga Allah sahaja yang tahu. apatah lagi dengan internet yang terputus menyusahkan lagi communication. SMS pertama yang adik saya hantar, dia minta kami jangan risau. Mereka tengah berkurung dalam rumah dan setakat ini selamat. Dan semalam dia berjaya telefon ke rumah. katanya, kawasan mereka di Tanta setakat ini masih dalam zon kuning. Kuning pun, balai polis depan rumah sudah habis terbakar. Tanta letaknya lebih kurang dua jam lebih dari bandar Cairo. before this dia asyik komplen kata Tanta jauh dari civilization, jadi mungkin sekarang dia bersyukur sikit dihantar ke kawasan kampung jauh dari bandar. </div><div><br /></div><div>Kawan-kawan di Cairo lagi teruk nasibnya. Rumah mereka dah masuk red zone, masjid sudah habis terbakar dan di mana-mana ada orang merusuh. bekalan makanan, elektrik dan air pasti menjadi masalah. yang sedihnya, ramai juga yang nak ambil kesempatan, bukan betul2 memperjuangkan hak tapi mencuri peluang menjadi perompak dan penjahat. update2 terbaru kami dapatkan di blog <a href="http://krisismesirnasibrakyatkita.blogspot.com/">Krisis Mesir, Nasib Pelajar Kita</a> and it seems things aren't getting any good. kemungkinan besar pelajar akan dievacuate, dan saya harap sangat adik saya akan ditempatkan di Jordan. sekurang-kurangnya kemi tahu dia selamat bersama-sama dengan kawan-kawan baik saya yang ada di Jordan. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>Saya tidak pasti whether adik saya or kawan-kawan saya are able to read this right now, most probably not. Doa kami sekeluarga mengiringi mereka di sana semoga semuanya selamat InsyaAllah.</div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-88134893056212496202011-01-25T19:47:00.001-08:002011-01-25T21:59:03.620-08:00Hati Aku<div style="text-align: center;">Hatiku cuma ada satu</div><div style="text-align: center;">kalau yang satu itu sudah kuberikan padamu</div><div style="text-align: center;">lalu apalagi yang tinggal untuk suamiku</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hatiku yang satu inginkan bahagia</div><div style="text-align: center;">bersamamu mungkin buat seketika aku gembira</div><div style="text-align: center;">sedangkan yang aku ingin senyuman sepanjang usia</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hatiku merintih mencari pengertian cinta</div><div style="text-align: center;">tapi kasih yang kau canang sukar untukku percaya</div><div style="text-align: center;">kerana kuyakin cinta itu patutnya datang dari si dia</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hatiku adakala terbayang pelukan mesra</div><div style="text-align: center;">namun dosa dan laknat membatasi hubungan kita</div><div style="text-align: center;">lantas ku harus nanti insan halal di mata Tuhan dan dunia</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hatiku rindukan bayangan syurga</div><div style="text-align: center;">jika kau pilihanku sama ertinya ku pilih neraka</div><div style="text-align: center;">sedangkan hakikatnya Jannahku di bawah telapak kakinya</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hati aku ini cuma ada satu</div><div style="text-align: center;">memang tidak salah kalau ku berikan padamu</div><div style="text-align: center;">tapi syaratnya juga ada satu</div><div style="text-align: center;">kau jugalah suami pilihan Tuhan untukku</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Jodoh itu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">bertemu dengan <b>ORANG</b> terbaik untuk kita</div><div style="text-align: center;">pada <b>MASA</b> yang terbaik untuk kita</div><div style="text-align: center;">dalam <b>KEADAAN</b> terbaik diri kita </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9_-6KN99Vh0snkforyjDqU00Mo7pMB7A5kv2k9K9lQzFSsMK8ur00EFhkbPVajMd5AT-vIx0EoA2VLiY77EDnu7fVM3g-1_wgEEpMbvMSNGB15kgYYrq0UR91fE0xEI0obgVpIaNE-Ds/s320/love-you1-300x240.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566368557292311570" /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span">p/s: teremosional pulak hari ni :(</span></div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-34990435317955264922011-01-18T19:07:00.000-08:002011-01-18T20:02:48.574-08:00ada apa dengan nama?<div style="text-align: justify;">Baru tadi i was lying sebelah along yang sibuk 'menompang' tenet berchatting ngn kawan dia yang baru dapat a new baby boy. Mamat tu pun, mintaklah suggestion nama2 boys yang best2... jenuh jugaklah kitorg berdua memikir... susah jugak eh nak namakan anak ni.. dia nak nama2 yang ala2 up zaman sekarang... macam <i>Asyraf Daniel</i> ke.. but saya cakap ngn along:</div><blockquote style="text-align: justify;">apasalaaa org zaman skang asek nak nama yang vavavoom je... mesti bila budak tu dah masuk sekolah melambak dalam kelas dia ada Asyraf ngn Daniel... tak nak ke nama Ramli ke...Kassim ke.... zaman skang, nilah baru nama unik sebab org dah x guna lagi dah...</blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">haaa... mentang-mentang bukan anak aku, sedap je nak bagi nama2 yang out-dated sket ni... nanti anak sendiri nak jugak nama yang boleh tersimpul lidah buat double-knot lagi....eh, bukanla nama2 tu outdated sangat... tapi memang jarang orang bagi...example jelah kan... sepanjang saya sekolah dari sekolah rendah sampai dah masuk university, tak penah rasanya ada kawan sebaya nama dia Ramli... Kassim jauh lagi.... kalau Qasim tu adalah, tu pun dah di'up'kan nama dia se'up' orangnya...huhu...tapi kalau nama bapak kawan, ramai laa pulak... tulah namanya peralihan zaman...</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ4eZYI9zHeAsAUbo7m98lfwLVYmBZV3EJjTTymp3RqlvTeOif32WMP1LWswS8IqQUYsKMK6GOcZH4o_RvWT0sA-S_n9vO6IBpn2Dye05-ltLQoKiPuQ3d4h9j2-nRBpwX44dRgJwY3yU/s320/babies.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563737202435481234" /><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">kalau anak seramai ni, macam2 idea boleh guna ni...</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">so tak pasal-pasal i went searching for baby names... gile apatah... laki pun takde, nyibuk nak cari nama anak... ala, takpe peparation... nanti bila dah ada boleh keluarkan kertas kajang yang buat tulis karangan penuh ngn list nama anak...huhu (x sabarnye...) these are some that i found and rasa best jugak ni....</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kalau <b>BOY</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Ihsan Nahar</i></span> - kebaikan dan keluasan sungai : oopps.. sedap, tapi sungai?</li><li><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Azri</i> <i>Imran</i></span> - kekuatanku, penyokongku dan budi bahasa : Azri nama one of my best buds..</li><li><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Naqib Adam</i></span> - yang menjamin & nama Nabi : i always liked the name Adam</li><li><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Aiman Aki</i>f</span> - berkat & bertuah, kanan & beri'tikaf : i once had a crush on an Aiman..dulula..</li><li><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Rayyan Darwish</i></span> - kepuasan, pintu syurga bagi org yg berpuasa & warak : i like!</li></ul><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">kalau <b>GIRL</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li style="text-align: left;"><i>Aisyah Dania </i>- Nama isteri Nabi, hidup bahagia & hampir : sgt suka nama Aisyah</li><li style="text-align: left;"><i>Qalesya Alia</i> - Murni & yang tinggi : terbelit lidah nak nyebut</li><li style="text-align: left;"><i>Nayli Farhah</i> - pencapaianku & kegirangan : Nama sorang akak yang best...</li><li style="text-align: left;"><i>Hannah Farhana</i> - kasih sayang & riang gembira: ceria2 selalu macam mak dia...</li></ul><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ni plak kind of panduan laa dalam menamakan anak:</div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; "><p style="text-align: center;">It's always a joy when Allah blesses you with a child. Children bring happiness and joy, but also trials and great responsibilities. One of the very first duties you have toward your new child, besides physical care and love, is to give your child a name that carries honor and Islamic meaning behind it.</p><p style="text-align: center;">It is reported that the Prophet (peace be upon him) said: "On the Day of Resurrection, you will be called by your names and by your fathers' names, so give yourselves good names." (Hadith Abu Dawud)</p></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">bercakap pasal nama ni... korang mesti terpikir-pikir jugakkan... maksud <b>ANITH </b>a.k.a my name apa maksudnya (kalau x terpikir pon xpelah)... well, honestly, saya pun x tahu dengan persis apa maksud nama saya.. ni ade beberapa pendapat:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><ul><li>Mama & abah: entah, rasa macam sedap laa plak, lain sikit daripada org</li><li>Cikgu Ghani, cikgu sejarah form 3: rasanya nama awak ni bahasa sanskrit</li><li>Ustazah (mostly semuanya cakap sama) : wanita laa kot... sebab nak dekat sama dengan mu'anath (rujuk pd pompuan) </li><li>sorg kawan yg dh x ingat sape: kegebuan</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div>jadi, kesimpulannya, saya pun x berapa pasti... tapi x pelah, apa2 pun, i believe my parents have chosen a name that is not only unique but represents me as the person i would like to be... and for that, i am proud...(sebak laa plak)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>haaa... before end post panjang ni, this is something i found... benar apa enggak.. ya terpulang.... tapi tanya saya... macam sikit2 betul je... sikit2 laa...hehe...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><table cellspacing="2" cellpadding="3" width="120" bgcolor="#CCFF99" style="border: 1px solid #009933"><tbody><tr><td style="border: 1px solid #009933" colspan="2" align="center"><b>ANITH</b></td></tr><tr bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><td style="border: 1px solid #009933" align="center"><b>A</b></td><td style="border: 1px solid #009933" nowrap="">Amanah</td></tr><tr bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><td style="border: 1px solid #009933" align="center"><b>N</b></td><td style="border: 1px solid #009933" nowrap="">Naif</td></tr><tr bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><td style="border: 1px solid #009933" align="center"><b>I</b></td><td style="border: 1px solid #009933" nowrap="">Ikhlas</td></tr><tr bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><td style="border: 1px solid #009933" align="center"><b>T</b></td><td style="border: 1px solid #009933" nowrap="">Tulus</td></tr><tr bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><td style="border: 1px solid #009933" align="center"><b>H</b></td><td style="border: 1px solid #009933" nowrap="">Harum</td></tr><tr bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><td style="border: 1px solid #009933" colspan="2" align="center"><a href="http://name.crazyartzone.com/" target="_blank">Apa ada pada nama?</a></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-37459790180332990402011-01-15T20:51:00.000-08:002011-01-16T01:27:21.656-08:00keluarga sihat<div style="text-align: left;">ignore the jeans and the slippers... this was in no way planned... tetiba je lepas hantar adik pergi kem pengawas, kitorg singgah kat taman apatah nama ni yang ada kat dalam UTM...</div><div><br /></div><div>konon nak excercise laa tu... sebenarnya lama dah kitorg nak datang... abah tiap2 hari bawak baju sukan pegi ofis sebab konon nak excercise balik kerja... hampeh je... me n along pon asek2 cakap nak pegi tapi x pergi2... so pagi tu, pegi jugaklah... once in a blue moon laa katakan...</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_AO-k300ys3FJYLLTMeDl8DduAIa2xsrp_IIgSIuqfS3-fbSo8g2PM-IFn6HV-JewRYBjTZ-AdNo4pN9lL7-JKAFtIHr8c9Pe9mHr4sFFxy9HmSZR8N6KdTbeLWpkFWddZvpnnf62WRM/s320/DSC00948.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562674078832460770" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">posing dulu</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs33N3lXl3Ybmhrh3bBExbgzEwOu_ShLVA5AkZ2_4HNEOXqqU-gx7iDMXklIjd4fkTvN7qtlkuGXlYVg3hc8JwuUAsvagWKFiLLJYh2e8ii4fCaujsJI0P5HZ1t2g44c_G5o-YEi3eKkg/s320/DSC00951.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562674091813065970" /><div style="text-align: center;">goyang2 pinggang</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS0LXAeXxLbM2k2RoRvHIBkLcOrw6LSCHabqJdTq6xo_kcQ0qlF2r4uwssVfbU3hGA21_54bywGmgkWYjuQwiUfjaGA6x3k_rbdXBbp3rSagCqMTS6WAY1MrUxab83s8fVnPk2nKrZAiQ/s320/DSC00949.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562674089401466946" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">air walking</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEbGTIL4ln4RzAtx9hYfNm-0TnjVL8GwACfiDAbtdDhEDYagVIL4QnmC3kKF_LyNN0wtHW6kwEsl1DYFhQ9eZ9GrOrb0vsfWTLL-UVhCucp_A7KmEPC_CZHcttEKD4m_6O4dpswW6l_Q/s320/DSC00950.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562674078202103746" /><div style="text-align: center;">romantika plak mama n abah ni</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3KsC4TAO-4LA6O-NHSUOeIsmvfo5EfOiK0yk24qVAI5aKzcrf6_DoTDQpgSF0hef_v0gqyHD39-u9jHDaZtdPKQwQk0_Edj9DT-Ffwco-ZuMwq9HLT7m2BtqewojL4o4XivdHz93zl2U/s320/DSC00947.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562674076399498402" /><div><div style="text-align: center;">ni bukan nama excercise ni</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1LO8t_nzP6WEaTy6wc9S87kwMxOPJFuCEaJ5zg3Skjg5znyAy3xrpK68UVjOgaQ49bhhBx5_w9X9Pz1VkGg9erUUwItQhbLMT4bQw726ijOsiYCRqudJPnYOXFD52PVuky0n1WswQ4vI/s1600/DSC00946.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1LO8t_nzP6WEaTy6wc9S87kwMxOPJFuCEaJ5zg3Skjg5znyAy3xrpK68UVjOgaQ49bhhBx5_w9X9Pz1VkGg9erUUwItQhbLMT4bQw726ijOsiYCRqudJPnYOXFD52PVuky0n1WswQ4vI/s320/DSC00946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562647392993823602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">paling susah nak buat</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgOZjgL314hmBgm6xxqQFSLqneT5DRA22vnBME5oZn3Y-9smhNGBtPxYiihEIqn6eJtR9V6KvGCcwOgsp48ybbsiVbkmc0P5xjw0f9TG-0TeFbsETlkN-IJHV7vRPFtuWBBH0-YRNA3c/s1600/DSC00945.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgOZjgL314hmBgm6xxqQFSLqneT5DRA22vnBME5oZn3Y-9smhNGBtPxYiihEIqn6eJtR9V6KvGCcwOgsp48ybbsiVbkmc0P5xjw0f9TG-0TeFbsETlkN-IJHV7vRPFtuWBBH0-YRNA3c/s320/DSC00945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562647386003630130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">nak bagi kurus sikit peha kentucky tu</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc92JITFQKjpQ3ZDyUZqjjbmaac_L1Nmkw2PLRQA4wtN2N55DXHdRICm_6s8V8bGBsjRvXouHraS5GiADpIv0zhVX72EIT9ZpivdN0IQY190ExoHj7vjUwfOEBOwx9zEN16thSmsyBnLc/s1600/DSC00944.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc92JITFQKjpQ3ZDyUZqjjbmaac_L1Nmkw2PLRQA4wtN2N55DXHdRICm_6s8V8bGBsjRvXouHraS5GiADpIv0zhVX72EIT9ZpivdN0IQY190ExoHj7vjUwfOEBOwx9zEN16thSmsyBnLc/s320/DSC00944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562647382467422098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">haaa... agak2 berapa kilo ek turun.... hmm... eh, ooppsss... lupa plak nak citer, sebelum pegi sini dah pekena lontong n roti canai sri skudai... jadi, rasanya takdelah turun mana kg... sekadar menghilangkan yang baru ditambah..hehe...</div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-6074792549002168252011-01-12T19:53:00.000-08:002011-01-12T20:45:55.782-08:00gembira<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">We are never as happy or unhappy as we imagine.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">-Rochefoucauld-</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: 12pt; "><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; "><o:p> <span class="Apple-style-span">I</span></o:p></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> don't know whether the universe, with its countless galaxies, star</span>s, and planets, has a deeper meaning, but at the very least it is clear that we humans who live on this Earth face the task of making a happy life for ourselves</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">-Dalai Lama-</span></b></p> <p align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="apple-style-span"><span>Most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">-Abraham Lincoln</span></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; ">-</span></span></p><p></p></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirBDnPCad8r0be4utCsSypo7xE52lhWlvDQ2BoaAyU7gABOle3NMqn8OjmAHRy8A7UUtuX548-6HZTLjKvVI1lDVUKsKaSY2-ZT8J-4hpTiOXU0itnOJrTYivdYGHMXneWwbWp6spafQM/s320/Happiness_2.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561519325624073890" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I'm grateful that I'm happy</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>-Me-</b></div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-2248658889221460112011-01-09T22:38:00.000-08:002011-01-09T23:20:37.960-08:00lagu dan juaranya<div style="text-align: left;">baru semalam menang, hari ni dah ader yg x puas hati...hishh.. apa laa nak jadi org kita ni...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRhzveG3kmUfwyoHs4W0wdnWm-Te-Ie504nYTz5fwAYhfFOxH9fxh4ShWrip-n2B_baGQL1hZhsofUJIiK3zqPKM1LxGsWum6fXXVgWgeAO0w178JavIx7FwrU9GeuO_opKguAYMcOdoY/s320/ana.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560443687135599058" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>facebook page menentang kemenangan Ana Raffali</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>tahun lepas saya balik, nama Ana Raffali ni, langsung x pernah dengar... sepanjang ader kat Melbourne, saya memang tak pernah ambil pusing pasal perkembangan industri Malaysia.. balik2 pon, satu2nya radio yang saya dengar Sina FM je - retro ok!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>first time saya dengar lagu cik Ana ni adalah lagu <i>Jangan Pandang-pandang</i> yang dengan Suhaimi Mior Hassan tuu... tersengih-sengih dengar... saya rasa sweet sangat lagu ni... then adik2 barulah tunjuk gambar Ana ni... dia pegang guitar sambil pakai baju kurung... from there i could see this imej 'suci' yang saya rasa x ramai artis kita cuba tonjolkan... selalunya, artis kita ni, selagi mana boleh dedah tanpa dipanggil bogel, selagi tu nak didedahnya.. tapi Ana ni boleh buktikan that the amount of skin u show won't determine the amount of fans you've got...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie-LQbmyS_1BiYlgNIDCVZhKzpF1nQFdliMRrAMc77S3nmhJshTgkmprDBvXb0DCO7irLmlbfcuKJcr01NTMxN5Uy_BP0iFTVw7JRzHgaYm2U5L10GnvHgyIQZETuD-VA2s9sHYwIr82g/s320/aj.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 141px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560450725496463682" /></div><div><br /></div><div>sejujurnya, saya xdelah teruja sangat nak tengok AJL 25... mungkin sebab, most of the songs yang diorg nyanyi tu pon saya x tahu... lagi satu mungkin saya dah tua kot (bukan mungkin lagi, memang pon)... yelah, sebabnya kat umah kitorg pon yang beria sanagt nak tengok, adik, sampai buat homework pon depan TV... sedangkan saya ingat lagi, masa kitorg (me n along) zaman sekolah2 dulu... punyalah semanagt nak tengok.. one time tu AJL masa kitorg on the way balik dari somewhere so terperangkap dalam kete... punyala merayu-rayu kat abah suruh bukak era kot (kalau x silap) yang ader live AJL... bile abah taknak, kitorg punyela merungut... sampai skang, abah pon ingat, siap perli lagi...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>jadinya malam tadi, saya xdelah tengok all the persembahan... kalau org dah biasa tgk TV ngn saya, mesti dah biasa ngan satu perangai saya yg cukup annoying iaitu suka galih2 channel... malam tadi pulak kat TV1 ader drama Rosyam Nor yang memang i follow pastu kat NTV7 ader CSI.. apatah lagi bile ade persembahan yang x berapa kena kat mata saya...apa yg x kena tu, x yahlaa citer.. everyone is entitled to their own pandangan... apa yang cantik di mata saya, mungkin buruk di mata awak n sebaliknya...</div><div><br /></div><div>tapi yang paling saya suka is closing by Siti Nurhaliza... lama sangat rasanya x dengar lagu2 rentak etnik kreatif@irama Malaysia... skang AJL pon dah xde kategori ni sebab org dah x nak nyanyi.. lagu2 skang semuanya bagi saya 'keras2'... bingit rasa nak dengar... so bila CT nyanyi lagu2 macam ni, rasa macam bernostalgia zaman2 sekolah plak...</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-3addb8by6a0VMzXgTFB2DCnHjPF7b53XxO5HQl4O9VHNpIVrV8-j6XolhMNCm9IyTrdiHVakEURXc0OP5Cx7gKjE9wBGCj_q0DhT28sSchWClYUZBnA1Eo9Pyj64UjouS4gnxYAxTbs/s320/ana-raffali-juara-lagu-25-1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 122px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560448824564663202" /></div><div>patut ke x Ana menang? saya pon x tahu.. apa kriteria for a song to be a juara ye? kalau saya personally, untuk satu lagu tu saya suka dengar, kena ader at least 2 syarat... first, rentak dia best, sesuai dengan mood saya and secondly lyrics dia mestilah meaningful enough untuk saya... to me, '<i>Tolong Ingatkan Aku'</i>, ader both ciri tu utk saya... so i'm ok with her win... but then again, dia menang ke x (macam kata abah) xdelah bagi kesan signifikan pon pada saya... </div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><b><span style="font-size: small; "><span >Tolong ingatkan aku</span></span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small; "><span >Kisah ku tersedar</span></span></b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span style="font-size: small; "><span>Dengan kasih memeluk rasa</span></span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: small; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "><b><span style="font-size: small; "><span>Ku teringatkanmu</span></span></b></span></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "><b><span style="font-size: small; "><span>Setiap detik jantungku berdetak</span></span></b></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "><b><span style="font-size: small; "><span>Setiap nota jiwaku berlagu-lagu</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></div></span></span></span></b><b><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span style="font-size: small; "><span >Tolong ingatkan aku kisah kita</span></span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: small; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "><b><span style="font-size: small; "><span >Tolong ingatkan aku</span></span></b></span></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "><b><span style="font-size: small; "><span >Kisah ku tersedar</span></span></b></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "><b><span style="font-size: small; "><span >Dengan kasih memeluk rasa</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> </span></span></div></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">p/s tolong ingatkan aku untuk buat kerja berfaedah sikit ye cuti2 ni....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-2427671858443392722011-01-07T08:09:00.001-08:002011-01-07T08:39:55.434-08:00internet dan rumah<div style="text-align: center;">ader kat rumah ni, one thing i miss the most about Melbourne</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>superfast internet!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">kat umah kitorg pakai broadband celcom yang gignya entahlah i don't know...tapi Masya-Allah dia punya lambat.... especially time2 skang before nak tukar bill baru... adusss... nak login facebook pon boleh beruban makcik naa... nak tgk clip youtube yang seminit pon lagilaa jangan harap... dulu siap ader dua lagi, satu celcom, satu maxis..tapi disebabkan kelembapan maxis tu </span>lagilaaa teramat-amat sgt, mama cancel terus...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">aduss... masa nilah teringat-ingat kat rumah Amess... ader wireless...tak silap 170 gig lagi... skang ni dengar citer dapat free upgrade jadi 300 gig lagi... jgn kan nak tgk clip seminit, nak ngadap laptop online sehari suntuk pon boleh....tulah masa kat sana tak reti-reti nak bersyukur.. internet barulaa lambat 10 saat dah bising2.... haaa... kat sini lambat 10 minit lagi... apa kes???</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2VsHTMnzy37HiFVtGXiujW2kyO4uciLzk9BO3eCsORp9iuktCJXNe1NECajV2Vm4X2npYYsRnpvx_bhD7u_7iW2z06I5SGpBiSVfxIdFM9XwirKp5JuDEWhc25nfYCi_OG0m4sIyAyfs/s320/cool.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559482628150263362" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">mesti tertanya kan, nape tak amik je wireless, unlimited terus... biaq laju naa... toksah laa cakap, puas dah kitorg adik beradik merungut, mengomel, merayu... tapi mama n abah still kata: "nak buat apa? nanti korg sume takde kat umah sape nak guna? Encot (refer pada kucing kitorg yg buta IT tu)?" walaupun kitorg admit ada betulnye... tapi stilll... ala maaaaa.....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">hmmm... tapi kan, bile dah macam tu pandai laa plak nak control internet use... kalau kat sana everyday ader je video best nak tgk... citer nak download... facebook plak takpenah offline... pegi class pon selamba badak je biar laptop on... skang kat umah, nak buffer youtube pon malas (sebab buffer lagi lama dari videonya buat apa)... bukak fb pon sehari sekali, kadang2 tak bukak pon langsung... lama2 dah biasa plak, takde teknologi2 ni... takdelah mati pon...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaP1tUr6kwpRBm7n2KDLTAg7mZr_zTSHFdYY1SLpHRW_QJNwO-9fuCO_NIPUWi9jt0cjlsmXTmMc-H7038GnThIBkLaVJNDqgSU2JeiP4gatYDLG9yV4hY18_R3V6MrcuA3I_S02b4I9g/s320/internet-addiction-joke_1_.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 277px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559483495755618242" /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">tulah manusia, bila ader tak reti syukur, biler takde baru nak tercari-cari... papepun, masihlah bersyukur sebab selembap-lembap tenet pon masih ader jugak... tapi kalaulah mama n abah baca post ni, pleaseeeee... upgrade laa tenet umah ye... pretty please :)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">p/s bengang sebab each time nak main tukar2 kaler, kalernye tak kuar.. sape tau nak buat macam man?</span></div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-63696834509521734302011-01-05T21:43:00.000-08:002011-01-05T22:01:35.161-08:00besar nak jadik apa?kalau dulu2 masa kecik2 org selalu tanya;<div><br /></div><div><b>orang</b>: adik, adik dah besar nak jadi apa?</div><div><br /></div><div><b>myself version kecik</b>: nak jadi pramugari (seyes tak tipu, masa tu manalah tau bila besar x berapa nak slim)</div><div><br /></div><div><b>kawan dok sebelah</b>: nak jadi doktor.... kalau tak jadi dapat kahwin ngn doktor pon ok</div><div><br /></div><div><b>kawan dok depan</b>: nak jadi polis sebab boleh tangkap org jahat</div><div><br /></div><div><b>kawan dok sebelah org dok depan</b>: baik jadik power ranger, lagi terer dari jadik polis</div><div><br /></div><div>dan yang ni jawapan paling superb saya penah dengar sampai skang ingat....</div><div><br /></div><div><b>adik sorg kawan</b>: nak jadi tukang potong rumput sebab mesin dia cangggih... siap bunyi vrooom vrooom lagi (wpun mesin tu takdelah bunyi macam tu sebenarnya)</div><div><br /></div><div>tapi skang dah besaq panjang (dan lebar) ni... rasanya dah kena tukarlaaa.... kalau Malaysia pon nak kena transformasi, kita pon nak kena transformasi gak... so skang ni kalau org tanya... haaa.... ni biar saya jawab sambil nyanyi...</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>I wanna be a billionaire so fricking bad</b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Buy all of the things I never had</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Oh every time I close my eyes<br />I see my name in shining lights<br />A different city every night oh<br />I swear the world better prepare<br />For when I’m a billionaire</b></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >haaa... ni baru jawapan zaman skang...... i lup skang dis song...huhu.... </span></div></span></div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-71285538980558544922011-01-03T19:03:00.000-08:002011-01-03T20:15:00.279-08:00gear up for a new year<div style="text-align: center;">its a new year.. 2011, i turn 22...</div><div><br /></div><div>any azam tahun baru guys? my new year resolution is to not make a resolution... haha.. i've held on to that for years now (no wonder nothing really ever changes for me) though i don't remember the last time i actually made one but i do remember that it would start along the lines of 'x nak jadi minah kecoh lagi tahun ni, nak jadi gadis ayu yang lemah lembut'... alaa, come to think about ayu yang lemah lembut is sooooo 1999 laa....huhu...</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlwjsFWtnzNfyL6rR7xb-nn6KyHUcf1JVs2lozSBo3zOUaJebOMiUNxPM0FbKCQv7BgzBpCjmWAhyXma9dR5WkIonjziCfIV8J4QtHw_j0-m92BiRAJkTZVd5TLZMhqX5e-fmH6hw-s9k/s320/2011NewYear-NewYear2011-NewYear-300x300.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558166608822047842" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>anyway, i hope this year brings greater joy for everyone...i hope 'Harimau Malaya' wins another international title or at least visit Melbourne so i can meet them... i hope Fahrin Ahmad kawen tahun ni (walaupun bukan dengan myself, kalau ye ok jugak..huhu)... i hope Brangelina stay together... i hope on Glee they make Puck and Rachel a couple...</div><div><br /></div><div>i hope Malaysia stop all the political nonsense and just focus on its growth... i hope no more unfortunate babies would be dumped by their stupid parents... i hope Palestinians get the rights that they deserve and Israel can go to hell.. i hope America stop being such a big bully.. i hope that the world is peaceful and no more wars...</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgGPwjbtIn8XHrx8fMZUQkL8-QPEtrE0S3JatqaQl5UJ5_bGBOd4vtzdPMbGcQv5k-0kWa68YIRVO7IJ2V1qXQ1T9r7ropNZX8mFPDkRyHeXpNtYavSX4__sOIoen9PsOtswadTnVHckM/s320/PC280597.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558178924127854930" /><div style="text-align: center;">limau bali kat simpang pulai</div><div><br /></div><div>for myself, i hope to find a new passion... i hope to stay in the same house and not be kicked out.. i hope to get an i-phone 4... i hope to finish writing something... i hope i could cook better...i hope i loose weight... i hope i can get back in time for along's wedding... i hope i do a good job in MASCA... i hope to get to visit more places... i hope to save more money... i hope i find my Mr.Right... i hope to learn more about being a good Muslim... i hope to be a better Muslim, daughter, sister, friend,person... </div><div><br /></div><div>wahhhh.. so many hopes... but mana boleh harap2 jekan... have to try hard ok....</div><div><br /></div><div>p/s congrats to the Malaysian boys... macam kata abby fana, masuk majalah sukan je tau, bukan majalah hiburan :)</div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-3210225000526709582010-12-26T19:25:00.000-08:002010-12-26T20:06:00.023-08:00good job boys!<div style="text-align: left;">let's get this straight.. i'm not a big football fan.. and its not just because i'm a girl because i do know lots of girls who are way more fanatic than boys can be... maybe because i don't really get the point of the whole game...</div><div><br /></div><div>i mean, i get the kicking the ball from one side to the other, the goaling and basics but i mean i could never understand the craziness and obsession people have about a ball... blame it on the no brothers i guess.. even abah only watches a game or two sometimes (he's more of a badminton and sepak takraw fan)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>i think everyone around me knows how not 'sportsy' i am...and i'm using the term very lightly... one of my biggest fears are balls.. literally balls... be it netball, basketball, football, handball.. name any game that has the suffix ball at the end and i'm officially scared.. u must be thinking, wow she must have had a really bad experience with balls... sadly... i don't have any such experience to share.. i'm just scared of them, no reason... </div><div><br /></div><div>but last night.. last night i did watch the match Malaysia vs Indonesia.. and i have to admit it was spectacular... seeing my country boys beating the Indonesian 3-0...that was just a crazy.. i mean again i have to admit i didn't know that they had it in them... getting beaten in the preliminary rounds 5-1 doesn't give someone like me that much confidence to support the boys... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>alas they have proven...the patriotic side in me (which i guess forms a big part of me) was jumping we joy... at each three goals i shouted 'Goal' and 'yes' and 'cantek' just like an avid football fan would... well honestly according to my sister i was actually shouting throughout the whole game... not shouting curses though, rather shouting in fear everytime the ball was near our goalpost...and everytime that Khairul Fahmi (our goalkeeper) did an awesome job of protecting it...</div><div><br /></div><div>just one thing that actually shook my patriotic streak.. unfortunate to say there was some Malaysian fans that using abah's term 'tak sekolah punya orang'... the incident of lasering Indonesian players... i mean how much more stupid could you get... have you no confidence at all for the boys... at least give our boys a chance to play with pride...not with the help of stupid lasers...gosh... balik sekolah belajar sivik ajelah org macam ni...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>i wouldn't say now i'm a convert... but i have fallen in love with the boys (it does help that there are some really handsome and cute ones)... i now 'partly' understand the obsession behind the game... each single goal was worth more than money could buy because that pride and joy that the boys gave us, i can't even put that into words... they've made the country proud... i know its too early to judge.. there's still the second leg in Indonesia and I really hope they do well over there...</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcs6VmEZ0aYJjNpMHRX3zXFCet7-8JE0LqqpNJ4iE8Qc8cYVgmRGx-wvYiA1nJ-hZZ8Vj0Op7WpHPKycj92q-iQzx8VC_q_yplN52-SGvP7HKYqcD4QYwZc8aikil0nJ3jl15a170cWCQ/s320/Malaysia+Piala+Suzuki+2010.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555207335031669906" /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span><span class="Apple-style-span" >i wish they would have worn yellow... brings the Harimau Malaya out more</span><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div>on a personal note, i've added "a good sportsman or at least can play good football" on my potential husband-to-be list... i mean, reiterating the fact that i'm not a good sportswoman (a totally lame one if u ask me) i think i'll be needing a good one by my side.. if only to teach my kids to play :)</div><div><br /></div><div>p/s off to holiday.. nak pi utara na...</div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-28317127888595529952010-12-23T21:33:00.000-08:002010-12-23T22:26:00.773-08:00kurung merah jambu<div style="text-align: left;">i'm feeling really proud of myself... see, i've taken up something new! alright, i'm bluffing, i didn't actually take it up rather being 'forced upon' by mama to take up a new thing which is sewing...</div><div><br /></div><div>yes, you heard me loud and clear...sewing, historically, a must have skill for every young girl and a pre-requisite before meeting your future mother-in-law... an activity that in this current time and age is seeing the furry lights of extinction... but which i took upon as a challenge, to finish my personal own pair of baju kurung...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>fortunately, my granny, Mak Semah was around to show me the way... she even shared the story of how during the world war II, when there was no threads (benang) to be used, people those days had to use pineapple leaves that were soaked to make threads... epic....</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOq8giDvHjm0W53D3wN0QgfIrE4T4szexEkMHc1paHkbvxy7JmJFIfPSgQnYeLGKW4SfXIEmOS9TELW681pM78Gjx2Go3Pe7vpc4GErm6KoRqNV14m3Q0fFL8qta2DfxeZEocwnW1-OtQ/s320/P1011073.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554119848146164834" /><div style="text-align: center;">first step, Mak Semah helping to measure and cut the material</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVzXU-qFrIgEHsujJETxsAOdUlSg5lDj9RVNa-6xQIQPaJsRpCd7Vd2xHv6Jxr0nMe6wiklCZ9SJ9kTcjpXlGsYBwCwUanwi13me5tQGbesiDllG1OIlg8OkNj6nYvUToD9WngHT1pQk/s320/P1011074.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554121079431275202" /><div style="text-align: center;">that's me sewing the pieces together</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-COI5275_qTrfQGYTbDoGkQ0Gk9A5KKJquKS35lniGP7S9BjELBOitmwsY_wYo2Z2s6h2Fc7shsXFmo8xdXpXfRgD2TuWRDf_SnoSpHKhI_oJGsj4U2k72yu5UAe_zGsAo4ruqe942tA/s320/PC200588.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554123884998533826" /><div style="text-align: center;">this is called jahit tepi, where we trim the edges off</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0uI8-p2NecYotYxNyq21KhkaYHPKTJmjRO3zbmyD7oaVmp3y0EtXURi78JlDZxZWDhY3HZtHo_ej1nSKfAPGjp7qem19GDJ4vPUx-7QRU9EJkMRIOKMRa8rn5yE-aVgcKE2jwcK-ktIY/s320/PC230596.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554126310901357938" /><div style="text-align: center;">the hardest part that took me 2 days, 'menikam' tulang belut and 'menyembat'</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjinaOg-wProIh5fmeOqUsAM8kUbdZpDUxpqPPGi2bBQvGDjY0xfFfCdtEJnzZubg78AvY_Bz2uu06uSTqd8YkAvxXZYdY6eCnDoTp80cGvTOOrLSqtYco4xgep4vT54vK_AaamYWzkcu8/s320/PC230594.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554129695780015410" /><div style="text-align: center;">tada.... the finish product</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">now i know why tailors charge more than RM35 for a basic baju kurung... it really takes a lot of patience and frustration to get it right...when will i make my next pair..hmmm.. we'll just have to see about that shall we...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">p/s huge congrats to my sis kak chik for her 9A's in PMR...</div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-22746998276988445032010-12-16T04:05:00.000-08:002010-12-16T04:33:49.462-08:00Ku nanti jemputanmu<div style="text-align: left;">banyak benda dalam dunia ni, kita rasa dah nak dekat dah dengan kita, dah nak sampai dah ke tangan kita, tapi kita selalu lupa, keputusan akhir sentiasa ada di tangan-Nya...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">begitulah yg dirasai saya sekeluarga.. mengikut perancangannya, insyaAllah minggu depan kami akan bertolak ke Jeddah untuk memulakan ibadah umrah selama 13 hari, 11 malam....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>tapi takdir Allah yang menentukan segalanya.. tak sampai seminggu sebelum tarikh bertolak, travel agency memberitakan yang visa ziarah ditolak kerajaan Arab Saudi kerana beberapa masalah..</div><div><br /></div><div>bukan kami je yang tak dapat pergi, malah semua rakyat Malaysia dan negara2 lain juga ditolak visanya kerana kerajaan Arab Saudi ingin 'membersihkan' kota Mekah dari pendatang2 asing yang menbanjiri kota suci...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>dalam hati ada rasa sedih, rasa helpless juga hopeless.. banyak sebenarnya benda yang telah saya rancangakan.. list doa saya bertambah setiap hari.. doa untuk diri, keluarga, kawan2, kerjaya dan jodoh...</div><div><br /></div><div>mulanya bila mama beritahu yang kami akan buat Umrah sekitar bulan 9 dulu, saya tak adalah rasa apa2 sangat.. gembira memanglah gembira tapi belumlah tergambar keseronokan sebenar yang dok diperkatakan orang tentang umrah ni..</div><div><br /></div><div>cuma bila mengikut 2 kursus umrah barulah rasa nak pergi tu berkobar2 sangat... perasaan tak sabar melihat kaabah masjidilharam, masjid nabawi dengan mata sendiri, bertawaf dan bersaie, berdoa di Raudhah, Multazam dan Hijir Ismail serta menitip salam di Maqam Nabi dan Baqi'...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>malah dengan tahap imaginasi saya yang over ni, saya terbayang bertemu jodoh di pintu Masjidilharam seperti dalam novel 'Adam dan Hawa' (walaupunlah kurang logiknya angan saya ni)</div><div><br /></div><div>walaumacam mana pun,saya ingat kata2 ustaz ketika kursus... lainnya ibadah Haji dan Umrah ni adalah kerana ini ajelah ibadah yang tempatnya khusus, tak seperti solat, puasa dan zakat yang boleh dilakukan di mana2, Haji dan Umrah hanya boleh dilakukan di Mekah sahaja..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>maka istimewanya ibadah ini adalah kerana ia di dasarkan atas jemputan ALLAH Taala sahaja... Bila Allah sendiri yang menjemput kita ke Rumah-Nya, barulah kita diizinkan pergi.. tak kiralah berapa banyak duit yang kita ada, org besar mana yg kita kenal atau persediaan banyak mana yang kita dah buat, kalau Allah belum lagi nak jemput kita, pastilah takkan sampai pun kita..</div><div><br /></div><div>jadi sekarang, kata Abah, kita anggap ajelah bukan rezeki kita.. esok2 bila Allah nak jemput kita lagi, dengan izinnya kita dapat pergi juga insyaAllah...mungkin itu lebih baik buat kami sekeluarga......</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_KAZUVgLQbzMxMDV_bEZs-2dvY4tZO4m8kbw5i_nRPhtzP1moHtEWE0R0EenZJsZ7pG6DUmbLaLOpeq6Xrk_3jaaSFUQFM5fUXrHttDDufH0ZPIG5KFauhDUGbIE00b3TVg4Eg99lb8k/s320/images+%25281%2529.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551256671940189746" /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>insyaAllah satu hari nanti, sampai juga kami sekeluarga... nantikan kami ye..</i></div><div><br /></div><div>hmm, manalah tahu lepas kahwin suami nak hadiahkan honeymoon sambil buat Umrah..bestnye :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-17588203748254103592010-12-13T20:59:00.000-08:002010-12-13T21:50:25.776-08:00along's e-day<div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>Alhamdulillah, selesai dah majlis bertunang along, my older sister... for the past weeks its been one of the major topics discussed in our household - the other topics includes kejadian severe diarrhea atau dalam bahasa family kitorg 'menceretan' yang berlanjutan selama seminggu sebab tersalah makan (mangsa utama, myself and bakal penunang, along). Syukur semuanya selamat dijalankan dan along kini bergelar tunang orang.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOyCMN8U862MiqexaSLlRjc6rigvOhp6uqIEm3rpQdrY6PP0vrJgDAVMecjpMHOnwBvmAnXixc1zSD_TLrIXXnmprynO6O2oGDxD3O5Xvu2zCDTRRuPHcjnb0P3YEym2fjJ03Tp9AKk8A/s320/along+1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550399079709447186" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">along, si penunang</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKzavjrBNS8Ekevhsj_YSi42nbJw4pCcIh3queiRkVcAiF1_L67lbSqzqkq1PMi0TRqVt8QfSqh8Tu5Wtbh12jlLpoN4kqgFHJZenf2bhAIWJqgW9s9i4rjIBIkGgYhgBlkaiv8HykD8/s320/along+4.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550401872244646450" /><div style="text-align: center;">hantaran yg disiapkan mak su</div></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi10UyiVdP4kPt8Pjx5X4fnPYjONN1IP9HpXGwX48e5nB1VyXqnaoMvC8oNkHm91MQI-Nsew9h1Rg5ferYHMnPn_baBYPTJkshEb2pTsUQ2NN9DjQpN3sxMqqoKbQvqELjlSbP1DwAj-VQ/s320/along+2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550399187474103698" /><div style="text-align: center;">bakal abang iparku yang tak berapa tahu malu</div></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPs-mAa6slBWP9BtBtFpkHfb4cRhT6mP6UmJPmnKbtgYSYejgy-sN8sgsgigHC0Z78Iv-0mztZjFNKUtj_dM9YIdZPmXNPt4JeZjYNuhGxrXIiULfS_B72QxZ1pn-DBwb7cTpF5s1zdA0/s320/along+3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550399871156562386" /><div style="text-align: center;">our family minus kak lang (sorry lang)</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">tapikan, satu je yang saya tak berapa best (on my half lah)... disebabkan nilah masanya semua sedara-mara berkumpul, semuanya tanya soklan yang sama je....<span class="Apple-style-span">angah biler lagi???</span><blockquote></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">alamak makcik, pakcik sepupu sepapatku semua... angah lama lagi kot... calun pun tarak lagi....hehe</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">p/s fiancee dalam bahasa melayu apa? Penunang? Tunangan?</span></div><div><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-29852443157817042942010-12-03T04:54:00.000-08:002010-12-03T05:27:58.568-08:0015 againmy sister, kak chik, the fourth one, she's 15... that's 6 years apart from me... being home, being here for her, makes me reminiscent on my days when I was 15.. if u ask me, i think 15 is a pretty cool age to be..<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >when you're 15</span>, boys seem to be a really big deal... your girlfriends talk about them constantly, you talk about them constantly... i don't know what 15 year old boys think about but i could pretty much take a big guess that girls must be a really huge part of it...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >when you're 15</span>, relationship seems to be the 'it' thing... everyone has a 'couple'.. even if it isn't declared yet, gossip just flows around... and its not even about having someone you like or not, its about having that someone, even if its just so that you don't get left out..<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">when you're 15</span></span>, looks are the utmost important... well, maybe not to all, but this is about the time, the fashionista girl and the macho guy is born... you fuss about the new pimple, the recent hair growth (if it hasn't started from 13 yet).. so then you experiment on facial product, hair product and every other product there is....<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >when you're 15</span>, responsibility seems like a really foreign word.. it bears not that much of a significance.. not when money comes easy (mom n dad) and life just appears to be about existing and enjoying... the only biggest responsibility that you have is your room and maybe your grades...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >when you're 15</span>, life doesn't seem that bad....not utterly great, but not too bad... at school, you're neither the youngest nor the oldest... at home, your parents don't treat you like little kids nor do they treat you like adults...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >when i was 15</span>, i was neither clever not stupid, neither pretty nor ugly, neither famous nor loner... i had success and failure, relationships that were both good and bad , both friends and enemies...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >now that i'm 21</span>, if i could turn back time and be 15 again, i don't think there's much that i would change.... the cliche would be that 'what i did in the pass shapes the person i am now'... i would love to not be a cliche, but cliches become cliches for a reason, and in my case, i'm happy settling to be a cliche....Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-83443116967243549982010-11-24T04:26:00.001-08:002010-11-24T05:51:55.914-08:00shop till u drop<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've been spending time at home reading the shopoholic series by Sophie Kinsella that along brought back from UK... I know, i know, its so last decade ago, but i've never been really keen to read it coz i knew that it came in a series.. so u can't sorta just read one, you have to like read all five of em and since no money no talk, hence the never read one before...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">so i started of with the first one, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >the secret dreamworld of a shopaholic</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >..</span> but i kinda skipped a lot of it.. my first impression was, man, this Becky Bloomwood was really mental... not like she was crazy lunatic mental, but the constant lies, i mean, how much could one person actually lie in a day? and the shopping... OMG... some of the brands were even unknown to me.. i mean, naturally i myself am not an avid shopper, but talk about addiction... so i kinda skipped, to the next one the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >shopoholic abroad</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >..</span> this time around she had a more stable relationship with Luke Brandon, a PR boss.. i gotta admit, as a sucker for romance, i was more keen on reading not because of Becky herself but because of her relationship with Luke actually... then, i went on to read <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Shopoholic ties the knot,</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" >shopaholic and sister</span></b></span> and the last one, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >shopoholic and baby</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span>before doing a u-turn and read the first one again...i think the one i loved the most was the last in the series, shopoholic and baby, because again, as a romantic, i just loved it when Luke stood up for Becky against the red-haired bitch, Venetia and finally when they had their baby in the most intense situation ever (well, thats not so true considering i've never been in labour myself so i don't really know how intense it gets)...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKqHSeoFgxdryJbDH5shD4rMI7CvZJXzDVWi0NDrmQliy27Zc2iCKIy590recD6UJj743gAVmdRj0jvv9ODXl4DNMKVRnPBmW9ScyFp4eyfsjTd7yY0tP2X_JfvVbA02WARPfDer4M1uE/s320/PB240582.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543093301855588594" /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >the whole series</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">reading through the life of Becky, I realize how fortunate i am to dislike shopping.. its not that i hate it, i mean, shopping is an essential form of live survival (ha... being philosophical again) but the tedious process of having to dress up to go (ladies out there will understand what i mean) then getting there, and then once there having to choose, get the right size, the affordable price (most important note here) and the one i hate the most, the having to try it on in the fitting rooms (if not before that wait in line first) with no hooks and sometimes just a flimsy curtain separating your oh not so decent self and the world... if it doesn't fit or just plain ugly on you, you gotta repeat the whole process again... don't get me wrong, once in a while, yeah i like to go out with my girls, have a fun day at the shops... but to spend more than 3-4 hours, thats just torture...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAFDUFFgDsHf5OOLM6FJa3EcWQBAVELLfdajXRrXBgBfEcLrKGjSr4ut6kkD585DXRl1eG1OGAhbZDVgvM8gk6bxoZ_8CkCO6sEWBycdaX5FGeMAx4iytjlxvS6eW_T5YJcTj_2C6EVKk/s320/shopaholic-a4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543112303444870434" /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >the movie version</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">and talk about the price... prada, gucci, louise vuitton, tiffany's.. i mean... have you ever been in one of these stores... its just mind blowing... i once stumbled (i'm loosely using the word stumble because honest to god, we really did accidentally got there) on the highest floor in Chadstone (its like one of the biggest shopping centers in Victoria) where the whole floor was dedicated to these high-standard, price-blowing stores... and in front of each store was one of those barriers you see at concerts, and people were lining up just to get in (apparently only like 10 customer were allowed once a t a time).. i was seriously taken away at the price tags.. well, i didn't actually get in the store ( i was carrying a cheap mychemist bag where you get perfume for half price) but from the glass window, it was outstanding... i mean its not like i'm a cheapskate like Becky's sister Jess or something despite abah nicknaming me taik hidung masin (i won't brother translating that), but 20 AUD for a dress is my limit and even then i usually only buy them when they're half price... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">but i guess each to its own... maybe because mama n abah brought us up, not to look for brands but rather the quality of money, but for other people, well its up to them.... who knows maybe i'll meet a guy who owns a big gigantic company and can afford to spurge me with all the luxury in the world.. ahhh... in my dreams :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >p/s i loooove my new layout</span></span></div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-18396313252461780932010-11-23T04:14:00.000-08:002010-11-23T06:02:19.327-08:00home sweet home<div style="text-align: justify;">wow.. it feels like ages since i had the urge to pen down something here... well lets see, first of, i'm back home, Malaysia home not Melbourne home.. so i guess i'm home home... gosh, it just feels so damn good... i mean, the moment the flight attendant announced 'and to fellow Malaysians, WELCOME HOME' i was like feeling super giddy inside.. like i wanted to smile really wide and be like jumpy and stuff but the guy sitting beside me was totally like so what... so i kinda had to just gaze out the window, pretending to be enjoying the beautiful landscape outside when there wasn't really anything that cool to be looking at... ok, bad Malaysian.. sure my country's beautiful and stuff, but you know what i mean right... LCCT isn't that much of a sight if i'm being really honest..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">well, let's see... the change.. wow.. i mean, i kinda knew that when you're like 9 or maybe 10 (i always get the months wrong) months away, there's bound to be some difference at home, but talk about change.. where do i start.. hmmm.. well, the house isn't red anymore, its yellow now.. not like highlight yellow or sunny yellow.. its pleasant yellow, kinda nice.. then there's the bathroom... ok, scratch that all 3 bathrooms (or jamban as we call it here) transformed.. like hotel standard... i mean not to say it was gross when i came home last year, totally not, but this time its like super duper cool and we have hot water now, which come to think of it is really quite funny considering how hot it is here... oh, abah drives a new estima now.. and its black, with tinted windows.. totally feel like your siti nurhaliza or someone important like that.. mama no longer has a car, she's driving along's... and there's this gigantic massage chair in our living room.. i was totally jakon and had like a few goes on it the moment i saw it, but honestly on your 4th round it starts to get even more sore than before you tried it on.. so, 3 rounds max i'll say... and... wait for it... yes, my house now has an exercise machine... which comes to a total shock at first, because my family, exercising..lets just say, not that keen on it (if you've seen me, you have the picture) but its kinda cool coz its not one of those fancy running ones or the cycling ones, but it sorta vibrates like really fast, i haven't got my head around how it works yet, but i guess it kinda shakes all the fat out.. sort off...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">that's all physical...on the personal change.. hmm... nah... nothings really changed much.. my family is still the same whacky family i know and love.. aww.... how sappy is that.. but its true... the most obvious, kak chik and adik (my two little sisters if you can still call them little) still fight all the time.. operative word here ALL the time.. the first few days back i kinda just smiled and enjoyed it, relishing how much i missed the bickering..but all good things must come to an end.. days after that it i kinda was hoping that the law will forgive me if i accidentally shot them both..haa... kidding.. but yeah, you get the picture... abah still uses the same MO of trapping us in the car before giving hours of lectures...ooo and the jokes are still as hilarious as ever... and mama, is still mama... worrying about her kids 24/7.. when you think about it, i kinda feel guilty that she has to worry so much about us.. but she's mama, and we love her... and.. oooohhh... along is busy getting engaged... kinda out of the blue... still can't believe she's getting married...its weird actually.. you know it will happen some day, but you never think someday is today (hypothetical today, not like today today).. she's still my big sis in all senses and now she's not just gonna be along, she's gonna be like someone's wife and mom... it's got my whole family buzzing... i mean, it's kinda funny... watching mama n abah go full wedding mode.. they went to this wedding this weekend and came back with tonnes of ideas for along's majlis...some really good, some were just...hmmm...so i guess were just missing out kak lang... she's been in egypt 2 months now.. its kinda sad when we all sit together to eat or gossip and someone's missing and this time around its kak lang... i haven't seen her for months now, and i really do miss her...not forgetting, we have a new addition to the family... ENCOT... forgive the name, but he's a really cute obese cat that mama, my sisters and even abah are sooo obses about...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjApXyaUBbFu3aEqAN0iQa4S5w1NxEgxLf2ysN5jluVYDUN0mrq2DKrBDHOvIJddkAMCunA_ijomJYUN5XnRZbDeGfluJfoIVGPgE9iYF7TRptqpTctzDmchJsj9lHxQER6aEAlA1AUQJk/s320/encot.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542742904752061938" /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >introducing the infamous ENCOT</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">i'll be home for the next 3 months.. thats a long time of doing nothing at home.. that's true really, i don't really do much at home except the daily routine of waking up (at 9.30, latest :p) doing laundry, prepare lunch blah blah blah.. things that i've been doing like forever... i mean, its been kinda the same routine each time its a school holiday since i was like form one, so now years later, even when i'm home from uni break, it still feels the same... its kinda like one of those hate/love things where u hate doing it but because you do it all the time you sort of love doing it now...not sure if i'm gonna be doing my intern... i want to, but not really putting my hopes too high... i'll try to find a new hobby this time around rather that lazing myself out but again not putting my hopes too high... lets just say, i'm allowing myself 3 months of blissful family time before that vicious time of studying comes again next year...yeah, right... :)</div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650002314567238079.post-55703579727833807812010-10-28T21:38:00.000-07:002010-10-28T21:58:38.392-07:00inspiration<div style="text-align: center;">i've been looking at the screen for quite some time now.. trying to pin the right words... its as if there is something i wanna say, just that i don't know how or maybe i can't even figure out what.. geuss i'm just <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /><br />NOT INSPIRED</span><span style="font-size:180%;">!!!!!</span><br /></div>Anith Azizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01419348553651206207noreply@blogger.com0