<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658</id><updated>2012-02-03T16:36:53.470+07:00</updated><title type='text'>mysterious musafir</title><subtitle type='html'>a speck of dust, floating in this complicated world, trying to make a sound, trying to make a move....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-1342155132659071822</id><published>2012-01-06T19:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T19:19:23.837+07:00</updated><title type='text'>perspective</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak masuk koas (practical di Hospital Hassan Sadikin), alhamdulillah, macam-macam pengalaman yang saya dapat. Bermula dari persahabatan, pengalaman bekerja, yang sedih, yang gembira, dan juga pengalaman menjadi seorang pesakit, ada yang baru dan ada yang lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been almost been 4-5 months sejak masuk alam "pekerjaan" ni. Walaupun 4 bulan itu hanyalah sebentar, tetapi terasa seperti sudah lama saya masuk koas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila didedahkan dengan dunia sebenarnya, rasa seperti ingin kembali ke dunia pelajaran yang semuanya sebenarnya mudah. Budaya escapism mula muncul dengan tiba-tiba. Macam-macam ragam, macam-macam keadaan yang kita boleh bertemu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama ini saya fikir, saya dah cukup terbuka minda ini, apa nak jadi, insyaAllah, pasti ada hikmahnya. But alas, i am wrong. Another side of me begin to appear and i am scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak jadi doktor ni bukan senang. Susah! Walaupun budak-budak medic banyak yang kelihatannya sangat santai, tapi, in the end, akan menjadi susah. Tak kira lagi subjek-subjek yang banyak dan mencabar minda, ditambah lagi dengan kerenah dan situasi keliling yang tidak terjangka. It is mind-boggling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persiapan mental dan fizikal sangat penting. Serius. Tetapi, whatever rocks your boat, jika minat anda memanglah untuk menjadi doktor. Silakan. bersedialah dengan mental yang mampu untuk tahan melalui sistem pendidikan yang mungkin kurang sesuai. Especially here in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in everything, there are pros and cons. And kita sentiasa memberatkan "cons" nya. Yang sering kita fikirkan adalah keburukan, jarang kita pening memikirkan tentang kebaikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, inilah kelas kehidupan. See what is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some real things are not to our liking. Of course. Jadi, apa yang boleh kita buat jika sesuatu itu tidak kita sukai? KUTUK!!! hahaha. Entah mengapa, kita suka sangat mengutuk sesuatu kalau kita tak suka. Hm. Food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah dengar orang cakap, kalau takde benda baik untuk dicakap tentang sesuatu, JANGAN CAKAP! If you have nothing good to say about, DON'T SAY ANYTHING! Bertepatan dengan akhlak yang diajar oeh Rasulullah. Berdiamlah, itu lebih baik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah, bagi saya, budaya mengutuk ni semakin menjadi-jadi dalam diri. That is not nice! Jom lah ubah perpective, mungkin dari sisi pandang lain, apa yang kita tidak suka itu adalah baik untuk kita? I think everyone knows the ayat, where Allah knows what is best for us, better than our ownself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga my unfocused ramblingsss......=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-1342155132659071822?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1342155132659071822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=1342155132659071822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/1342155132659071822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/1342155132659071822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2012/01/perspective.html' title='perspective'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-8163546487101808871</id><published>2011-12-31T21:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T21:01:30.526+07:00</updated><title type='text'>selintas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A blessed jumaat, insyaAllah. Nak share my thoughts kejap. Hee, tak important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ayat of the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"Barangsiapa  yang menghendaki kehidupan sekarang (duniawi), maka Kami segerakan  baginya di (dunia) ini apa yang Kami kehendaki bagi orang yang Kami  kehendaki. Kemudian, Kami sediakan baginya (di akhirat) neraka Jahannam;  dia akan memasukinya dalam keadaan tercela dan terusir. " [17  (al-Isra') : 18]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Reviewing today and the days before. Astaghfirullah. Dalam usaha nak mengadaptasi diri, diri ini yang diadaptasi menjadi..ok cukup. Ayat kat atas ni boleh dikatakan straighforward juga. Now 1st, about the surah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Dari tafsir fi zilal al-Quran [in the shade of Quran]. Surah Al-Isra'. Bermula dengan kisah perjalanan Rasulullah SAW pada waktu malam itu. Apa tu? Kisah isra' mi'raj. Betul! Hehe, walaupun sekarang bukan tarikhnya, tetapi implikasinya sangat banyak. Seperti di dalam tafsir fi zilal, waktu Rasulullah menceritakan perjalanannya,&amp;nbsp; salah seorang yang mendengar kisah itu mendatangi Abu Bakar. Lalu dia pon berkata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"Hai Abu Bakar. Adakah kau mendengar kisahnya Rasulullah? Kisah nya beliau melawat jerusalam dalam masa semalam! Percayakah dikau?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Maka Abu Bakar pon membalas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"Pastilah itu benar, jika ia kata-kata dari Rasulullah. Masakan tidak ku percaya, beliau mengatakan beliau mendapat wahyu dari Yang Maha Esa, aku percaya kata-katanya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Betapa teguhnya kepercayaan Abu Bakar RA. bayangkan kalau kita sendiri didatangi teman kita, lalu dia bercerita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"Weh, si A ni citer yang dia dapat hadiah rm1 juta~!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Percaya tak kita kepada kawan kita? Susahkan nak percaya orang sekarang ni? Mesti kena tanya kat sumber utama dulu, tak boleh nak percaya bulat-bulat. Kalau percaya terus, mesti orang akan cakap kita ni gullible atau naive. Begitulah kisah dimana Abu Bakar diberi nama julukan "yang membenarkan".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daripada kisah perjalanan Rasulullah SAW di waktu malam itu, Allah menceritakan sifat manusia. Manusia itu fitrahnya bersifat tergesa-gesa. Pada ayat ke-11, telah tertulis dengan terang, "...Dan memang manusia bersifat tergesa-gesa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cuba kita lihat kembali kisah kehidupan kita sebelum ini. Menurut pengalaman saya, sebagai seorang manusia, saya akui saya memang bersikap tergesa-gesa. Terutama dalam "menjudge" orang. Astaghfirullah. Berapa kali kita "melatah" jika ada sesuatu yang berlaku ke atas kita atau keluarga kita? Berapa kali kita "tertinggikan suara" bila ada sesuatu yang tidak mengikut keinginan kita? Berapa kali kita "meluahkan perasaan" bila ada sesuatu yang mengganggu ketenangan jiwa kita?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tetapi akhirnya, semua perkara di atas yang berlaku ke atas kita ada sebab di belakangnya, sebab yang munasabah. Dan akhirnya ada beberapa yang terluka kerana "melatahnya" kita. Ada yang musnah akibat dari "luahan perasaan" kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ayat penuh ayat 11 itu berbunyi begini :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Dan manusia (seringkali) berdoa untuk kejahatan sebagaimana (biasanya) dia berdoa untuk kebaikan. Dan memangmanusia itu bersifat tergesa-gesa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Teringat berapa kali saya mendoakan kejahatan (walaupun cuma berkata-kata, tetapi perkataan itu juga merupakan dia, betul tak?). Astaghfirullah. Dan juga beberapa perkara yang dilakukan, konsekuensi nya kita tidak pernah fikir. mungkin kita akan fikir, "padan muka. memang patut pun dia kena macam itu." tetapi kita tak tahu apa dampak sebenar yang sebenar-benarnya yang berlaku. Unless, we put ourselves in that person's shoes. Yang paling baik adalah membalas kejahatan dengan kebaikan...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Akhirnya sampai ke ayat yang pada permulaan. Betapa Allah itu sangat adil. Dia memberi pilihan kepada kita. Bagaimanakah jalan hidup yang kita pilih? Kita nak jadi baik atau jahat? Bagaimana cara kita menjadi baik dan bagaimana kita menjadi jahat? itu semua pilihan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dari bangun pagi sehingga kita tidur, itu semua pilihan kita. Sebagai manusia, apakah pilihan kita sebenarnya? Adakah hidup kita cuma untuk mengejar impian di dunia? Kalau begitu, apakah beza kita dengan binatang?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ayat ini sungguh menyentuh, especially time baru masuk alam perkerjaan ini. Betapa terkejutnya saya akan transisi kehidupan ini. Sampai ke tahap saya berfikir, if i survive going through the day, that is an achievement for me. Astaghfirullah. Impian saya untuk ke arah dunia kemudian, ke mana kah?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saya tidak mahu menjadi seperti di ayat ke-18 surah al-Isra' ini!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mari muhasabah kembali. InsyaAllah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-8163546487101808871?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/8163546487101808871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=8163546487101808871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/8163546487101808871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/8163546487101808871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2011/12/selintas.html' title='selintas'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-4383375118762913948</id><published>2011-12-05T20:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T20:04:34.505+07:00</updated><title type='text'>belajar adaptasi</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ambil nafas dalam-dalam* SAYA INGIN KEMBALI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, intermezzo sekejap. yang di atas adalah apa yang terbuku dihati. Interpretasi? Terpulang...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, sekarang saya sudah mulai tugas sebagai seorang calon dokter. Kalau dinilai jenis calon dokter [atau dokter muda, if you please, kitorang belum graduate, tapi dah mula act as a doctor] ada beberapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. calon dokter yang enthusiastic, fantastic, bombastic! Kenapa? Bersemangat dalam segala apa yang dikerjakan, dan apa yang dikerjakan tuntas dan selesai mengikut acuannya. ehe. Sentiasa yang pertama untuk mencuba, mencari peluang dan mencuri peluang yang ada. Jenis yang mantap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Calon dokter yang santai tapi bekerja keras jugaklah. Yang ni, dia takkan mencalonkan diri sendiri untuk mencuba segala apa. Dia lebih reserve, sebab takut salah. Lebih senang buat setelah melihat orang lain buat. Boleh cari sendiri, cuba sendiri, tapi itu sekali dalam beberapa kalilah. When the courage comes, i am the one, when it's not there, pleasem don't pick me. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Calon dokter yang super santai, tapi in the end, kerja jalan jugak. Ini, spesies yang tak dapat dikenal pasti. haha! Ada je kawan-kawan yang macam ni, tapi tak rapat sangat, so tak tanya lak apa secret dia...Tapi, God has bless you with a talent, satu kelebihan, semoga ia untuk kebenaran, bukan sebaliknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan ada beberapa jenis2 lagi. Kalau nak tahu, sila masuk bidang kedokteran ye.&lt;br /&gt;So, which one am i? jeng jeng jeng. Yang ke-2 la, tengokla description mana yang lebih padat dan lengkap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hua hua hua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu sekarang bagi saya, adalah waktu adaptasi. And it is very challenging. Macam mana nak adaptasi dari dulu yang sudah serba tersusun, sekarang ni waktu kat bilik and nak makan pun tunggang langgang. And sekrang sangatlah ternyata bahawa zaman pra-dokter ni lah yang paling memerlukan kekuatan, especially keimanan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam mana kita nak jaga keimanan kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan menjaga amal kita. Especially amal yaumiyah. Amalan harian. Itulah batu-bata yang membantu mengukuhkan benteng kita. Tetapi, sekarang masih lagi ada masalah dalam mengubahsuai gaya hidup dan memasukkan, metransformasikan dan menyesuaikan amalan2 dengan gaya hidup yang tidak sihat ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear seniors, ada suggestion?&lt;br /&gt;For now, i am going slowly, menerap kembali apa yang telah saya terapkan dulu. Entah mengapa, hidup agak kucar dan kacir sekarang ini. Ingin melakukannya, tetapi tidak terterap-terap pula.&lt;br /&gt;Doakan saya dan teman-teman lain tetap istiqamah. Semoga dipermudahkan segala urusan. Dah, lepas ni malas nak tulis macam ni. Bosan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New day, new vision, new mission, but same old target...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-4383375118762913948?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/4383375118762913948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=4383375118762913948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4383375118762913948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4383375118762913948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2011/12/belajar-adaptasi.html' title='belajar adaptasi'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-3509693260963141483</id><published>2011-03-29T16:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T16:05:15.005+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sharing..."abi, when will we rest?"</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. share je kot. sorry. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="headline_area"&gt;      &lt;h1 class="entry-title"&gt;“Abi, when will we ever relax?”&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="headline_meta"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2011-03-24"&gt;March 24, 2011&lt;/abbr&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfo"&gt;    &lt;div class="author"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt; ProductiveMuslim&lt;span class="to_comments"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.productivemuslim.com/abi-when-will-we-ever-relax/#respond" title="Comment on “Abi, when will we ever relax?”"&gt;&lt;span class="dsq-postid" rel="213 http://productivemuslim.com/abi-when-will-we-ever-relax/"&gt;View Comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Posted on Thursday, March 24, 2011 in &lt;a href="http://www.productivemuslim.com/category/articles/" rel="category tag" title="View all posts in Articles"&gt;Articles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="topSocial"&gt;             &lt;span class="st_facebook_buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="stButton" style="color: black; cursor: pointer; display: inline-block; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="stFb"&gt;&lt;span class="stFb_text"&gt;Share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st_twitter_buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="stButton" style="color: black; cursor: pointer; display: inline-block; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="stTwbutton"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Abi, when will we ever relax?" class="alignright size-medium wp-image-354" height="225" src="http://productivemuslim.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/abi-father-300x225.jpg" title="Abi, when will we ever relax?" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted to share a moving story that I  once heard and will always remember and cherish for its meanings. It’s  the story of one of the great Imams of this Ummah, Imam Ahmad bin  Hanbal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;His son, Abdullah, asked his  father one day: “Abi when will we ever relax?” His father, one of the  greatest revivers of the Sunnah and a role model for all Muslims, looked  him in the eye and said: “With the first step we take into Jannah.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya Allah, what a beautiful response!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are days that come to you and  you’re tired, you just want to sleep and relax and “shut off” as they  say. Those are the days in which you need to ask yourself a critical  question: ‘Where am I going with life?’ If it’s towards Allah and for  Allah, then regain your strength and continue your work, for Jannah is  precious and must be sought. But if you look into your life and realise  that it’s not towards Allah but towards Dunya, then your tiredness  becomes a blessing, for it is a reminder that you need to change  direction and renew your purpose in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="more-213"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love this story on many levels. For  one, it shows you that when someone’s focus is Jannah, their priorities  change and their outlook on life is different. What we perceive as  difficulty, they perceive as ease. What we perceive as calamity, they  perceive as reward. What we perceive as obstacles, they perceive as  opportunities for sincere dua. Moreover, when your focus is Jannah, this  Dunya and its constant demand becomes small and the least of our  concerns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, I love the way the son began his  question: “Abi” – a sweet way of addressing his father, and asked:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“When  will we ever relax?” If you notice, he didn’t say, “when will I relax  Dad?” Even though he wanted to relax, he wasn’t selfish and also cared  for his father’s condition. This also shows you that the father and son  were working hard together. Again, when your focus is Jannah it reflects  in your family, children, and those around you and everyone gears up  towards that goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our problem today is not that we’re  tired, our problem today is that we relax too much. We do everything so  that we relax. We cheat, break promises, do not fulfill our vows, lie,  take and give bribery, and so on. Why? So we can relax. We don’t stay up  for Tahajjud or wake up for Fajr, we don’t fast, or go for Hajj and  Umrah… all so we can relax. We don’t walk towards the Masjid or open the  Book of Allah so we can understand it, all in the name of “I need to  relax!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear brothers and sisters, there’s  plenty of relaxation where we’re going, but this is not the time for it.  Let’s all work for Jannah and be productive in the path of Allah, and  work so hard that one day our children will approach us and ask: “Abi”  or “Ummi”: “When will we ever relax?” and you can smile and look them in  the eyes and say, “When we enter Jannah inshaAllah”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Perjalanan masih panjang, bermakna peluang sentiasa ada, cuma kita tak mungkin pernah tahu bilakah peluang kita akan hilang, jadi kejarlah nikmat peluang itu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-3509693260963141483?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3509693260963141483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=3509693260963141483&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3509693260963141483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3509693260963141483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2011/03/sharingabi-when-will-we-rest.html' title='sharing...&quot;abi, when will we rest?&quot;'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5952688440413166361</id><published>2011-03-16T21:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:55:21.398+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tsedar?</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah lama aku tidak mengarang, mengetik kata-kata sebagai perangsang otak untuk terus bekerja. Mana tidaknya, aku akui itu salah aku sendiri yang semakin lama semakin termakan dengan kelalaian dunia yang sentiasa memanggil aku kembali ke arah lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun aku sentiasa berdoa agar Allah membantu aku menjauhi dari segala yang melupakan, baru aku sedar yang bahawasanya aku tidak berusaha sendiri, hanya mengharap tuntunan dari Allah, dan pertolongan dari teman. Benarlah kata-kata Allah, di dalam surah ar-Ra'd,surah ke-13, ayat ke 11,&amp;nbsp; yang mana sering aku kupaskan, sejak kali pertama aku bertemu dengan ayat tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa kali ini aku mebahasakan diri sebagai 'aku'. Bagi diri ini, sebenarnya, kasar sungguh perkataan ini. Inilah yang aku jadikan prinsip semenjak sekolah rendah, di mana aku mula mengenali perkataan 'aku'. Tetapi, diriku berasa, kali ini harus lebih tegas. Kenapa? kerana masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada siapa yang boleh bagitahu bila Allah akan mengambil dirinya kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, aku rasa, diri aku ini, sudah terlalu lama berlengah, memberi alasan. Berbagai alasan. Tetapi, aku masih perlukan bimbingan dari teman-teman dan senior-senior yang lebih mengetahui. Ok. Cukup dengan aku. Saya pula lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa di atas saya menulis "aku akui ia adalah salah aku sendiri"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab memang betul pun.&lt;br /&gt;Asyik memberi alasan. Berubah harus slowly. I'm sorry, bagi saya, alasan itu sudah tidak valid. Kenapa? Kerana sekarang ini saya asyik memikirkan tentang kematian.&lt;br /&gt;Too frank. But i need to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap hari saya asyik terfikir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mungkinkah hari ini hari terakhir ku?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan mungkin bagi anda, ia adalah ekstrim. But to me, it comes to me so naturally, that it is actually driving me to madness. Why? Sebab ayat ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Tetapi mereka tidak akan menginginkan kematian itu lama sekali, kerana dosa-dosa yang telah dilakukan tangan-tangan mereka. Dan Allah Maha Mengetahui orang-orang zalim"[2:95]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan aku Ya Allah, aku sedang berusaha untuk menjadi hambaMu ya Allah, dan juga berusaha untuk menjadi hambaMu yang merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hamba...yang MERDEKA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam mana hamba itu boleh merdeka? Ayat ini berdasarkan dari penelitian terhadap hadith yang pertama di dalam hadith arbain...niat. Apabila ibadah itu disertakan dengan niat, ada 3 keadaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ibadah hamba&lt;br /&gt;2. Ibadah pedagang&lt;br /&gt;3. Ibadah hamba yang merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya dalam buku ni [syarah arbain an-Nawawi, dan sungguh, betapa takutnya saya membaca buku ini, kerana hujahnya yang keras] dia tulis, ibadah orang-orang yang merdeka, itulah yang terbaik. Iaitu ibadah yang kita lakukan kerana rasa syukur, takut dan mengharap kepada Allah yang Esa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan bagi saya, rasa macam pernah terbaca kat mana, tak ingat [tak ingat ada ayat Al-Quran ke?] yang bahawasanya kita ini hanyalah hamba. Hamba yang lemah. Sebab itu saya kumpulkan jadi hamba yang merdeka. [Er, salah ke? kalau salah, tolong gtau, thanx!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, melalut pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamba yang merdeka. Kita adalah hambaNya, kerana kita yang berhutang denganNya.&lt;br /&gt;Betapa kita telah dihidupkan, diberikan peluang mentadbir bumi yang dicipta oleh Allah juga.&lt;br /&gt;Diberi rezeki yang juga diciptakan olehNya. &lt;br /&gt;Diberi nikmat yang dicipta olehNya.&lt;br /&gt;Diciptakan olehNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh betapa senang kita menyatakannya. Tetapi untuk benar-benar merasakannya...itu adalah satu hal yang lain. HuHuHu. Tidak dapat kuungkap. Hanya dengan izin Allah dapat kurasakan perasaan itu. Bersyukur. Dan perasaan itu tidak selalu bersama. Betapa susahnya zaman sekarang ini untuk mengekalkan jalan kita ke arah keredhaanNya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilah kita sentiasa muhasabah diri, setiap malam. Diri ini bukanlah sesiapa. Dan diri ini juga bukan milik sendiri. Milik Allah jua. Kerana kita pasti akan pulang ke sana. Marilah kita mencari keredhaanNya, jangan hanya mengharap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayuh bangun! Ayuh mencari jalan pulang...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: sorry, merapu sket, sensitive topic. huhuhuhuhuhuhuhu...for me...&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada salah, TOLONGLAH TEGUR! Thanx. Tak paksa pun, cuma, takut salah...hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5952688440413166361?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5952688440413166361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5952688440413166361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5952688440413166361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5952688440413166361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2011/03/tsedar.html' title='tsedar?'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-3313291293960021924</id><published>2011-03-03T06:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T06:40:20.603+07:00</updated><title type='text'>baru!</title><content type='html'>Bismilllahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum dear brothers and sisters and would be brothers and sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh Owh Owh, excited nya! Walaupun da nak dekat exam. Owh, excitednya! Ada pertandingan sketsa! Haha...i don't know why, but this time, i am so excited. Aish, patut pikir pasal exam. takpela, bersama2. Bolehkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selalu, kalau ada idea, mesti complicated. I don't know why. Going to discuss this idea with friends today. I hope mereka boleh simplify kan my idea, so that it gets through to the audience, insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh Allah thanx for this idea and opportunity. I hope it is a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah, akan ceritakan jalan ceritanya.&lt;br /&gt;After the show of course. Ehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must update more. From now on. When am i gonna change? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-3313291293960021924?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3313291293960021924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=3313291293960021924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3313291293960021924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3313291293960021924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2011/03/baru.html' title='baru!'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-156583740487283065</id><published>2011-02-27T14:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:15:52.688+07:00</updated><title type='text'>manusia hebat</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sape kat sini pernah rasa dia hebat? Hehe, dengan malunya saya mengaku saya pernah rasa hebat! Bila tu? Masa saya main dengan kanak-kanak. Main apa? Jadi sailormoon la, jadi ultraman pun ada. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Kecik-kecil dulu, memang rasa diorang ni hebat. Setiap kali pasti dapat mengalahkan seteru-seteru mereka. Walaupun mungkin akan ada masa perlukan bantuan, by the end of that episode, mesti menang. yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang ni?&lt;br /&gt;Sape yang masih merasakan dirinya hebat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Pastinya terkadang pernah, dan terkadang tidak.&lt;br /&gt;Bagi saya, jika pernah, marilah kita beristighfar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukannya apa, takut yang mana pada ketika itu, kita merasakan diri kita hebat kerana kita yang melakukan sesuatu itu tanpa bantuan sesiapa, dan kita lupa bahawa Allahlah yang membenarkan diri kita melakukan perkara itu.[ owh, kenapa ayat ini sepertinya sangat formal bunyinya!=P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sememangnya kita yang berusaha, namun Allah yang menyatakan kebenarannya, hanya dengan "Kun Fayakun", maka barulah ia benar-benar terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, apa definisi orang hebat?&lt;br /&gt;[Ok, orang hebat tak sama ngan orang cool ok? Seperti orang macho tak sama dengan kak ije..main-main je kak! hehe!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah orang hebat itu orang yang bisa berkawan dengan semua orang?&lt;br /&gt;[Eh? ayat sama macam post sebelum ni.hehe!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, orang yang hebat adalah orang yang pandai untuk mengatur waktu. Kerana apa? kerana Allah sendiri pernah bersumpah dengan waktu. Surah Al-Asr. Ya. Siapa tak tahu surah al-Asr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tLucsSG7pC4/TWnxmLT8AZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8KJobOuELiw/s1600/103_head_e.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="38" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tLucsSG7pC4/TWnxmLT8AZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8KJobOuELiw/s320/103_head_e.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-45xMyMHEEng/TWnxp8QtHRI/AAAAAAAAAPE/oLo-bf18dGo/s1600/103_01_e.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="76" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-45xMyMHEEng/TWnxp8QtHRI/AAAAAAAAAPE/oLo-bf18dGo/s320/103_01_e.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most  Merciful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;By (the Token of) Time (through  the ages), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Verily Man is in loss, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Except such as have Faith, and do  righteous deeds, &lt;br /&gt;and (join together) in the mutual teaching of Truth, &lt;br /&gt;and of Patience and Constancy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  -&amp;nbsp; translation by Abdullah Yusuf Ali &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; [taken fromhttp://wahiduddin.net/quran/asr.htm]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ok, siapa tahu surah Al-Asr ni ayat ke berapa? angkat tangan gaya mak limah! huhuhu..[syifaaaa!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ayat ke 103 ok? So, apa ayat pertama tu?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Demi masa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Kenapa Allah tekankan "masa"? Kenapa Allah bersumpah dengan masa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Because our lives, all our lives, are influenced by time.(?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tengoklah, dalam hidup kita ada berapa jam? Berapa kali dalam sehari kita check jam? So, penting tak masa dalam kehidupan ni? Setiap waktu kita akan berkejaran dengan masa, betul tak? Nak kena buaat kerja, nak kena buat assignment, nak kena kemas rumah, nak masak, nak itu, nak ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Banyakkan kerja?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ada tak orang cakap yang "24 jam ni tak cukup la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;okla, da lama sangat tulis artikel ni, tak pernah nak habis, pinjam je la quote dari kawanku&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?sk=lf#%21/profile.php?id=1217074222"&gt;Et&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Every  morning you are handed 24 golden hours. They are one of the few things  in this world that you get free of charge. If you had all the money in  the world, you couldn't buy an extra hour. What will you do with this  priceless treasure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-156583740487283065?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/156583740487283065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=156583740487283065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/156583740487283065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/156583740487283065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2011/02/manusia-hebat.html' title='manusia hebat'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tLucsSG7pC4/TWnxmLT8AZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8KJobOuELiw/s72-c/103_head_e.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5685350747177821639</id><published>2011-02-09T19:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T19:11:44.955+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hari pertama balik malaysia.</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, tukar agenda jap. Nak cite pasal pengalaman. Kehidupan. Maybe i should start labeling my posts. Oh well. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1stly :&amp;nbsp; Nak balik malaysia. Aha. Pengalaman naik kereta dengan 6 orang disumbat di dalam kereta avanza. Sorang duk depan, 5 orang duk seat belakang [row-2] beg memenuhi ruang seat-3. How we did it? entahlah. Yang pastinya ada seorang yang kena duduk sebelah gluteus maximus, bukan kedua-duanya. Sorang je rasanya, tak pasti pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ndly : Nak balik rumah. Alhamdulillah, sampai malaysia ngan selamatnya. Tidur kejap dalam plane sebab pening. Babah belikan snack atas plane, it turns out to be plain cheese sandwich and chicken sandwich.&amp;nbsp; And it costs around rp20 thou above rasanya. [rm7 ke? tak tau la, mahal hek!] [Lepas ni jangan beli lagi tau babah.] And then got to chat with Sarifah Safein. Cool person. Comel je orangnya, very tenang and bagus la basically. Got to know her better, insyaAllah. Semoga i remember most of everything she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rdly : Still nak balik rumah. Kat KL sentral ni. Hehe, ingatkan nak naik LRT Putra je. Sekali tengok, ramai gila tengah beratur nak beli tiket. Betapa menunjukkan saya ni seorang yang kurang penyabar [still learning my dear frens], pergi la balik naik teksi. Nasib baik ada duit. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4thly : Malam hari yang sama, kitorang pergi wedding anak kawan babah. My father's friend's daughter. Wedding dia kat tepi tasik titiwangsa. Cool la. Punya la pening kepala nak pakai baju apa, yela, kawan-kawan babah semua ex-MCKK. We must upkeep the style. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway. Sampai-sampai terus makan. And since my sister baru beli iphone. Hehe, main la game. Best la juga. Main bahagi-bahagi. Tengah syok-syok main, tiba-tiba ada tangan dan suara budak. Pusing tepi, terkejut kejap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please play." Seorang budak kecil berwajah cina dan berambut kerinting, berpakaian putih dan bertie hitam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want to play?" saya bertanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't play, my dad won't let me". Budak itu berkata. "But i want to see you play. Play for me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ibu adik katne?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".........." adik tersebut senyap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is your mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There, taking pictures." Dia menunjuk ke arah seorang wanita yang memegang kamera DSLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Play for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya pun bermain. Kalau salah, dia akan marah. Jadi saya pun bertanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to try?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka dia pun mengambil dan terus bermain. Ces, kata parents tak bagi, main juga. Lama juga la dia main. Tiba-tiba mak dia datang. "Come, let's eat!" "I don't want!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah, habislah, mesti mak dia marah ngan aku ni. Huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your mom is calling you. Come, i'll finish the game for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadoih. Budak ni. stubborn lak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba ayah dia pula datang. "Come, stop. let's go and eat!" Dia pun berhenti bermain dan pergi. Adoi, baru lepas. Terus pulangkan kat kakak kita. haha, sorok, sorok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, dia datang balik. Adoi. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya dia, "don't you want to eat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! i want to play"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to put my foot down. So i said, "Your dad is looking for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zooom! terus lari ke arah ayah dia. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoi, pengajaran untuk saya di waktu ke hadapan, cara-cara berhadapan dengan kanak-kanak. Hehe. Tu je kot. Semoga ada hikmah di sebalik segala kejadian, insyaAllah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5685350747177821639?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5685350747177821639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5685350747177821639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5685350747177821639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5685350747177821639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2011/02/hari-pertama-balik-malaysia.html' title='hari pertama balik malaysia.'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-6871875612966659100</id><published>2011-01-24T19:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T19:25:49.238+07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny story</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is exam week. Fuh. Penuh, setiap hari ada exam. Tapi macam dah biasa, sebab jadual kat sini memang macam tu. Sometimes jadual dia ok, sometimes jadual dia macam tak kasi can. hehe, sorry, da mula merepek lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this time kitorang exam gastrointestinal system, that means perut dan sebagainya lah. And ada final and compre of CRP [statistical and thesis classes] ngan BHP [bioethics]. Stress? Siapa yang tak stress time-time exam ni kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari khamis kitorang ada comprehensive test for BHP. Around 50 questions. Alhamdulillah. Jawabla sebolehnya kan. Kalau usaha kita banyak tu, banyak tu je la kite boleh jawab kan. Balik rumah. Balik rumah buka facebook kejap [haish, exam pun buka facebook?] tiba-tiba ada classmate tegur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F :&amp;nbsp; Farhana, is it true that tomorrow's exam is canceled?&lt;br /&gt;Me : What? [Dalam otak fikir, budak ni jk ke?]&lt;br /&gt;F:&amp;nbsp; Serious. I just got the jarkom. Let me send it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati da fikir pelik da. Bukak la facebook, nak tengok ada berita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka teruslah saya cuba nak cari kesahihan cerita di atas. dan terjawab oleh ketua batch dan salah seorang kawan.&lt;br /&gt;"confirm!."&lt;br /&gt;"orang dari pejabat dah confirm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahooo dan bersedih. Sebab exam ni untuk topup markah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejam selepas tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jarkom [jaringan komunikasi]. Esok exam ada seperti biasa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah kah, dipermainkan sebentar...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, janganlah kita menerima berita bulat-bulat. Checklah kesahihan berita tersebut. Dan silakan check beberapa kali. Kerana sekali memang tidak menjaminkan kesahihannya. Janganlah malas nak check. Kalau tak senang je untuk orang mempermainkan kita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-6871875612966659100?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/6871875612966659100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=6871875612966659100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6871875612966659100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6871875612966659100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2011/01/funny-story.html' title='funny story'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-8716922136307905219</id><published>2011-01-07T14:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T14:49:03.436+07:00</updated><title type='text'>berusaha</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Everytime you commit one more mistake&lt;br /&gt;You feel you can’t repent&lt;br /&gt;And that its way too late&lt;br /&gt;Your’re so confused, wrong decisions you have made&lt;br /&gt;Haunt your mind and your heart is full of shame"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenal tak ni? penyanyi dia dah 2 kali datang malaysia. Bilalah dia nak datang Bandung..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah kamu berasa ketika kamu sedang enjoy-enjoy dengan kawan, pergi karaoke ke, tengok movie, tiba-tiba kamu tersenyap seorang diri, rasa macam lain je? Rasa macam bersalah pun ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah tak ketika kamu berseorangan, kamu rasa yang sangat lonely, like you can't connect to anyone, and yet at the same time, kamu rasa seperti kamu sangat memerlukan seseorang, and actually ada seorang kawan kat sebelah, tapi you still feel lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah tak rasa macam nak nangis, tanpa sebab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah tak rasa emosi yang berlebihan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah rasa frustrated? Kecewa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa kita mengalami perasaan-perasaan sebegini, sedangkan kita sepatutnya gembira?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kita berasa begini, ketahuilah bahawa seseorang sedang merindui kamu, seseorang tengah berharap untuk kamu cepat pulang, untuk bertemu kembali dengan kamu. Tahulah bahawa seseorang itu ingin memberi khabar kepada mu. Berbanggalah kerana si "dia" itu masih menaruh harapan pada kamu, dan masih menyayangi kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng jeng jeng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiwamu. Hatimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiwamu merindui dirimu yang sebenar.&lt;br /&gt;Jiwamu ingin memanggil mu, dengan sekuat hatinya, dan menyatakan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wahai [insert name], adakah begini cara kamu bergembira? Adakah kamu benar-benar gembira dengan melakukan apa yang kamu lakukan? Kenapa kamu lakukan semua itu? Adakah itu cara yang paling bagus untuk menggembirakan hatimu? Dari mana kamu tahu benda itu menggembirakan hatimu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, apakah tujuan hidupmu hanya semata untuk melakukan perkara-perkara itu seumur hidupmu? Jadi kayu ukur hidupmu hanya berdasarkan itu? Bukankah seperti di dalam cerita "A walk to remember" yang menurut Jamie, "God has bigger plans for us"?&amp;nbsp; Ataupun Tuhan hanyalah ada buat kita apabila kita dilandai masalah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi di mana perancangan kita untuk kita bertemu denganNya nanti? Adakah hanya ini, benda-benda yang kita lakukan sekarang, yang hanya mampu kita tunjukkan kepadaNya? Adakah benda-benda yang kita lakukan ini mampu menggembirakanNya? Kenapa harus kita menggembirakanNya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah wahai [insert name]. Siapakah kita. Memang kita adalah makhluk yang superior di bumi ini. Tetapi, kita tidaklah terjadi superior dengan sendirinya. Pasti ada yang menjadikan kita. Tidak begitu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah wahai [insert name]. Kenapa kita disini. Kenapa, kenapa dan kenapa. Itulah persoalan yang penting.&lt;br /&gt;Ingat juga, kerna Allah itu Maha Penyayang. Kembalilah wahai [insert name]. Ummah menunggu mu..aku juga menunggumu.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali ke mana? kepada fitrah...kepada the real you.. and that is? i can't tell you, you have to find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kita berusaha untuk menambah kecintaan kita kepadaNya. Walaupun cakap senang, tapi susah tau. Even if they say, absence makes the heart grows fonder, it is still hard. Just know why you love, and just know that you are loved...way much more than you give love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat mencari tujuan hidup juga. jangan kita hidup main-main je kat dunia ni ye? huhu, even if it sounds scary, we have to know the truth. life is too short, make it sweet and meaningful. Owh, and be positive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingatlah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-content"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hadis riwayat   Abu Hurairah ra., ia berkata:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Rasulullah saw. bersabda: Allah Taala berfirman: Aku sesuai  dengan persangkaan hamba-Ku terhadap-Ku dan Aku selalu bersamanya ketika  dia mengingat-Ku. Apabila dia mengingat-Ku dalam dirinya, maka Aku pun  akan mengingatnya dalam diri-Ku. Apabila dia mengingat-Ku dalam suatu  jamaah manusia, maka Aku pun akan mengingatnya dalam suatu kumpulan  makhluk yang lebih baik dari mereka. Apabila dia mendekati-Ku sejengkal,  maka Aku akan mendekatinya sehasta. Apabila dia mendekati-Ku sehasta,  maka Aku akan mendekatinya sedepa. Dan apabila dia datang kepada-Ku  dengan berjalan, maka Aku akan datang kepadanya dengan berlari.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nomor hadis dalam kitab Sahih Muslim [Bahasa Arab saja]: 4832 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-8716922136307905219?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/8716922136307905219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=8716922136307905219&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/8716922136307905219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/8716922136307905219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2011/01/berusaha.html' title='berusaha'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-7399778727022161046</id><published>2011-01-05T19:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:11:55.914+07:00</updated><title type='text'>teguran</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ditegur. Banyak kali juga. Dan tegurannya sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sila jaga kata-kata." itu adalah poin utama dalam teguran-teguran yang membina tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem sejak dulu. Saya memang tak reti untuk berkata-kata. Saya lebih prefer diam dan mendengar. Tetapi kalau begitu, orang kata kita tidak proaktif. Diam je. Menerima sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya memang dibesarkan sebagai seorang yang pendiam. Seperti ayah saya. Cool and steady. Cuma one thing. Pendiam itu bagus, tapi bila pendiam yang sampai menjadikan kita sebagai seorang yang tak kisah akan apa-apa hal, itu dah jadi kurang bagus. Contohnya macam kat sini, orang datang jual keychain kat kita dengan harga rm 20, sedangkan kalau kat kedai, kita boleh dapat harga rm5. Kalau kita pemalu dan pendiam, apakah kita akan tertipu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, disebabkan nak berusaha mengubah diri jadi orang yang kurang pendiam [lebih social kah?] saya mencuba untuk lebih banyak berkata-kata. But too bad, makin lama saya memang banyak cakap, tetapi berbicara tentang benda-benda yang tak berfaedah, and sometimes menyakitkan hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi? Marilah kita belajar untuk bercakap cara Islam. Bersederhana dalam segala-galanya. Berzikirlah selalu. Bercanda yang sederhana. Kurangkan gelak-ketawa. Kurangkan komen tentang orang lain, yang mana sekaligus kita boleh hilangkan sifat men"judge" orang lain. Selain dari itu, kita juga berusaha untuk mengurangkan dosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin, bila perlu, seperti berlakunya perkara yang salah, kita perlu bersuara, tetapi bersuaralah dengan berhemah. Bukan semua perkara perlu untuk kita memberi pendapat. Seperti kisah Aisyah RA yang terlintas sesuatu fikiran yang kurang enak, dan Rasulullah SAW memintanya untuk membuang fikiran itu. [Tak sure dia punya hadith, nanti cari balik. Kalu tahu, taolong gitau ye? thanx]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minta maaf kepada semua. Jika kata-kata dan lawak jenaka, gurau senda pernah mengguris hatimu. Jika kata-kataku menghiris rasa. Minta maaf. Dan jika ia terjadi, silalah tegur. Walaupun, hatiku akan terguris, tetapi ia lahir dari salahku jua. Terima kasih bagi yang sudah menegur. Terima kasih banyak. Akan ku cuba untuk memperbaiki diri, di mana sambil itu perlunya bantuan teman-teman dalam mengubah kekurangan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Wahai orang-orang yang beriman! Janganlah suatu kaum mengolok-olok kaum yang lain, (kerana) boleh jadi mereka (yang diolok-olokkan) lebih baik dari mereka (yang mengolok-olok), dan jangan PEREMPUAN-PEREMPUAN (mengolok-olokkan) perempuan yang lain, (kerana) boleh jadi perempuan (yang diolok-olokkan) lebih baik dari perempuan (yang mengolok-olok). Janganlah kamu saling mencela satu sama lain, dan janganlah saling memanggil dengan gelar-gelar yang buruk. Seburuk-buruk panggilan adalah (panggilan) yang buruk (fasik) setelah beriman. Dan barangsiapa tidak bertaubat, maka mereka itulah orang-orang yang zalim." [49:11]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_57ZTxPRKHQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_57ZTxPRKHQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-7399778727022161046?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7399778727022161046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=7399778727022161046&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/7399778727022161046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/7399778727022161046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2011/01/teguran.html' title='teguran'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-1531379701445750405</id><published>2011-01-04T06:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T06:22:06.088+07:00</updated><title type='text'>cabaran</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mencari semangat itu susahkan? Beberapa hari ini saya asyik terfikir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam mana orang dulu-dulu boleh hidup tanpa hiburan? Apa sahaja aktiviti diorang untuk mengisi waktu-waktu di dalam kehidupan diorang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang ini kita ada macam-macam. Ada TV. Ada PS. Ada Movie. Ada music. Ada internet. Daaaaannnn.....ada tempat makan-makan untuk melepak. Rasanya dulu-dulu mana ada tv? Kalau adapun, mesti bosan, kecuali kalau ada rancangan P.Ramlee, tapi hitam putih lak tu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, kalau music tu, dari dulu dah ada lah. Pastilah. Tapi music time dulu-dulu tak sama dengan music time sekarang. Lain...lain sangat. Tapi, setiap orang bercita rasa berbeza-beza. And the things they relate music to...ehm, sama juga kot dari dulu sampai sekarang, cuma sekarang...memang undeniable la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on my observations [chewah!], kita sekarang ni, kalau dah wat keje, mesti nak berehat kan? And our idea of rehat is by enjoying. And our idea of enjoying is...you deduce the rest. Ok, tak semua orang macam tu, so i'm basically talking about me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why i was thinking, kalau orang dulu-dulu, diorang ada perkataan "cuti" tak? eh, ada...tapi kalau cuti diorang buat apa? i think most of them will do something valuable..macam kemas rumah/halaman/tolong gotong-royong, baca buku, catch up with friends/long-lost friends, baca buku, masak untuk orang, baca buku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the idea of "rehat" or taking a rest, is different. Back then and now. You and me. Pernah dengar, tak tau kat mana, solat itu adalah salah satu cara untuk merehatkan diri. Is the time to rest is for us to laze around, doing something useless, or rather do something useful? Well..i need to ponder on that, so let me lay down and think until i sleep....snooze...good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: macam useless je this article..oh well, i need to write, and i need to start somewhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-1531379701445750405?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1531379701445750405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=1531379701445750405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/1531379701445750405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/1531379701445750405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2011/01/cabaran.html' title='cabaran'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-6158712768448188970</id><published>2011-01-02T05:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T05:36:04.065+07:00</updated><title type='text'>day goes by</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a day goes by, i want to remember you.&lt;br /&gt;Another day comes by, i left you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life never happens as expected . But we know one thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have faith.&lt;br /&gt;We have love.&lt;br /&gt;We also have suffering.&lt;br /&gt;And that's where the heart learns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn of beauty..&lt;br /&gt;Learn of pity...&lt;br /&gt;Learn....to love faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strive is not just a word.&lt;br /&gt;Patience is one type of striving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i don't know what i'm writing.&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year for this is a new year, mine was during december last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: why do they call people who require medical attention "PATIENT"? is it because they have to wait patiently before they are to be treated?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-6158712768448188970?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/6158712768448188970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=6158712768448188970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6158712768448188970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6158712768448188970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-goes-by.html' title='day goes by'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-947004492371107767</id><published>2010-12-12T18:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:12:15.896+07:00</updated><title type='text'>realization</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realized something. I've been using a mixed of british and american english all this while! Sejak spelling bee haritu. Huhu, i'm not really proud of myself. It has been such a long time, i don't know, jurassic period maybe?, since i've read an english book. And then, to suddenly enter a spelling bee contest? Kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i need inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling. Loneliness. Sadness. I guess i'm a dark person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh Allah, help me. I'm in need. I know You set this challenge for me. But i need guidance from You, to overcome this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh Allah, i know that everything You Do comes out from Love, because You are the Most Merciful, Most Beneficient. But why do i feel so weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Allah...guide me to love You more than anything else, for i am just a servant, a lowly soul of ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need love.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-947004492371107767?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/947004492371107767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=947004492371107767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/947004492371107767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/947004492371107767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/12/realization.html' title='realization'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-9184686203652576461</id><published>2010-12-07T18:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T18:33:14.721+07:00</updated><title type='text'>cool!</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya nak jadi orang yang cool!! Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, orang cool to macam mana ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah orang yang memakai spek mata hitam R**B** ke mana-mana?&lt;br /&gt;Adakah orang yang tidak kisah akan segala-galanya? Ataupun mengetahui segala-galanya?&lt;br /&gt;Adakah dia seorang yang populer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan senang nak jadi cool bro! Banyak kena buat! Yang penting, imej! Gaya mesti ada! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam pelik lak cakap macam tu, tetapi ketahuilah, saya suka cakap macam tu kadang-kadang..peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbagai kerenah orang cool. Tetapi bagi saya, orang cool adalah orang yang mempunyai personaliti tersendiri, mempunyai keyakinan yang tinggi, tidak sombong, merendah diri, peramah dan macam-macam lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan yang penting sekali..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orang yang cool adalah orang yang sangat memahami keyakinannya sebagai seorang islam, dan melaksanakan tanggungjawabnya sebagai seorang muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak kisahlah dia dress ikut fashion ke tak, kalau ye pon itu adalah plus point. Dia itu kemas atau tidak, kaya ke tak, semua tu adalah plus point. Yang penting, kat atas tu ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi saya ingin menjadi orang yang cool...di sisi islam..insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat tahun baru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst: ciri-ciri kat atas tu...mcm aku describe ciri-ciri calon suami je..haha! controversy! [sila jangan fikir ke situ!] =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-9184686203652576461?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/9184686203652576461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=9184686203652576461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/9184686203652576461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/9184686203652576461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/12/cool.html' title='cool!'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-9049194461277093618</id><published>2010-12-06T07:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T07:16:23.980+07:00</updated><title type='text'>light and easy</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i just remembered a fact about my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keluargaku sangat suka mendengar lagu. Bangun pagi-pagi, lepas solat subuh, buka radio. Kalau dulu-dulu, rajin juga mak dan babah buka radio melayu. Teringat satu pagi, mak dan babah tergelak-gelak dengar satu siaran pasal teksi. Babah tidak habis-habis sebut, "terkejor-kejor...terkejor-kejor!" Mak gelak je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak dulu suka dengar lagu eric clapton. Sekarang mak sangat suka dengar anuar zain. Hehe, tak tahulah kenaa. Babah? Babah suka semua. Metallica ada, ochestra ada. Semua ada. Beatles. Muzik sepanjang zaman! Anak dia yang seorang ini pun suka dengar. Masa babah pergi kerja, sorok-sorok pasang CD, dengar. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau radio sekarang lain sikit. Sebelum ini, diorang suka buka light and easy. Semua lagu-lagu yang evergreen gitu. Memang light and easy lah. Babah lah paling suka. Kalau pagi-pagi tu, masa siap-siap pakai baju, mesti babah akan nyanyi-nyanyi. Nasib baik sedap. hehe, peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dalam kereta. Kadang-kadang pasal radio tu, tapi kadang-kadang terpaksa kalah dengan anak-anak, pasang lah radio yang anak-anak minta. Hitz.fm, red.fm. Ah, macam-macam lah. Mostly my adik yang bertangan panjang yang akan memusing punat radio tu. Tapi kalau balik kampung, kan perjalanan lama, babah akan pasang cd. Mot of the time CD yang rock2, ataupun CD yang lagu rancak-rancak. Yela, taku tertidur dalam perjalanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, sebelum kewujudan CD, pernah nampak babah ada kaset Al-Quran. complete set! But antara radio melayu and radio light and easy dan radio lain, mak dan babah pasti akan pasang radio yang memberi ceramah, macam ikim.fm ke dan yang seangkatan dengannya. Mencari halwa jiwa. Pasti. Dan saya juga akan turut mendengarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ikim.fm, mak cakap, mungkinlah, dalam pendapat saya, banyak nasyid yang genre dia lain. Macam mana nak cakap ye? Mak dah kurang tertarik nak dengar radio ikim. tak tahulah. Pernah juga pasang playist nasyid kat laptop, mak cakap mak suka juga dengar nasyid. Macam rabbani dan raihan. Tetapi mak kurang suka dengar lagu sangat. Dia lebih suka buat kerja macam tu je. Generasi sekarang je kalau buat kerja kena ada lagu atau apa sahajalah. Multi tasking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kamu macam mana? radio apa yang kamu suka dengar? Keluarga kamu? Ada tak radio yang satu family suka dengar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a little scratch about my family. missed them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-9049194461277093618?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/9049194461277093618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=9049194461277093618&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/9049194461277093618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/9049194461277093618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/12/light-and-easy.html' title='light and easy'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-4058503206420459917</id><published>2010-12-02T22:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:56:59.489+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang semua orang ada tumblr...kind of like a blog, but short and sweet i guess. Hm, takpela, blog ni pon tak terjaga. I'll stick to this i guess, ye la, ada mimpi nak jadi penulis kan? Haha, sekarang ni pun dah jadi penulis dah, tapi buku yang tak best sket la, buku ilmiah. It's okay, learn from the experience then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini saya ditegur!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hua hua hua, tak sangka betul, saya ni sangat berterus-terang ye? terima kasih yang menegur. Memang sedang nak perbaiki cara bercakap, tapi susah kan? dah cakap banyak-banyak, baru tersedar yang cara bercakap tu buruk gila. Lepas itu, senyap je, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan nak minta maaf juga tadi sebenarnya, kalau segala percakapan saya menyebabkan orang terasa. InsyaAllah, saya berusaha untuk kurangkan bercakap. Huhu. susah! Minta tolong juga kot, kalau rasa macam dah terlebih cakap atau laser gila, tolong lah tegur okay? Kadang-kadang tu memang tak sedar. huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu memang tak reti nak cakap. Serious. Tak cakap sangat dengan orang. Lagi suka dengar orang cakap. Tetapi!!!! Huhu, susah gak nak mewujudkan hubungan dengan orang apabila kita senyap sahaja. So, kena belajar cakap juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan ada orang cakap, lebih baik diam dari berbicara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana manusia ini makhluk yang sosial, diam itu perlu, bercakap juga perlu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu...marilah bersama belajar untuk bercakap dengan lebih berhemah. Contohnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilah kita mencari kebaikan orang, bukan keburukan orang.&lt;br /&gt;Jom kita kurangkan mengumpat! [huaaaaaa~!]&lt;br /&gt;Cuba untuk bercakap apabila perlu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin semua itu kelihatan macam kurang menarikkan? Tetapi, konsep menarik itu subjektif. Apakah kita mahu menarik yang sementara, atau menarik yang hakiki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssst, sekarang ni banyak post pasal bercakap kan? Sebab itulah ada peribahasa, kerana lidah, badan binasa...[eh, salah ek? haha, saya BM masa spm A2 je...terukkan?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again...nak minta maaf kalo perkataanku ini sentiasa mengguris hati. InsyaAllah, saya akan cuba control. Tegurlah saya ye! Mungkin masa awak tegur itu, saya akan masam, diam dan segalanya, kerana teguran itu pahit. Macam ubat! Nak makan punyalah susah, tetapi akhirnya akan menjadi lebih baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum! And selamat sejahtera...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-4058503206420459917?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/4058503206420459917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=4058503206420459917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4058503206420459917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4058503206420459917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/12/tumblr.html' title='tumblr'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5775292251985050789</id><published>2010-11-30T21:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:14:59.405+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday with morrie</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its magical how one situation can really change your perspective, your views, your opinions and your feelings at that one moment, that special time. It's a gift, and those with the bravest and purest of heart may see it, and may not, but even the seeing is a gift, special touch, from Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me..[read: nadhira, and others] had been trying to convince me, selling me this one little book, with the title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Tuesday with Morrie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first encounter.&lt;br /&gt;Well, being a cynical, stereotypical person i've always have been, one look at the book and boom my mind goes "i will never read that!". Why? I, for one, until now, are not certain as to the mechanism of how that profound thought crossed my mind. Its too thin? The cover is too old fashioned? I leave it for you to speculate, to interpret and such, to get your neurons working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrospective.&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered an incident way back in time, 5 years ago, i think. When i, without thinking, volunteered myself to become a college student's representative. Aha! Those were the foolish times. Out if naivety? Or in the spirit of curiousness? Let it be then. Then we were asked to present a manifesto. I thought to myself. I have not much specialty, let alone looks. Why not try giving them what i know? So i decided to speak in English. Tet! When one of the other candidate heard that, he told me a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want to talk in english? Screw that. People are intimidated, and they will never vote for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i guess, since then, i've rarely used english as my speaking language. Sad, isn't it? So please, let me indulge in writing in english. Just this few articles. Thank you. I hope you enjoy and like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the roots.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the book. I was surprised at how i enjoyed reading it. It was subtle, yet intriguing, like the breeze during the summer, lightly touching the skin, just nice, soothing and relaxing. Why? Because i myself are struggling with those question raised in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, as i read, my mind just kept thinking, how all those answers given by the dear professor, are just like what our prophet Muhammad pbuh teached all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Know how you're going to die. Then only you'll learn how to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that taught to us 1500 years [more or less, i can't remember] by Rasulullah? Be death oriented, that is, focus on the akhirat rather than the world so much, or, something like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pray like you're going to die tomorrow, work like you're going to live another 1000 yrs.."something like that, i can't remember where it was i read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it really gave me a new look on how things go in this world.&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of words this while, because i started writing this yesterday, and now, all the idea is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Allah, please forgive me, please guide me..forgive us and guide us o Allah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5775292251985050789?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5775292251985050789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5775292251985050789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5775292251985050789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5775292251985050789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/11/tuesday-with-morrie.html' title='tuesday with morrie'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-2521244559236737536</id><published>2010-11-22T05:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T05:53:56.307+07:00</updated><title type='text'>stalker</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem2...dengan ini saya nak announce...SAYA KENA STALK DENGAN STALKER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, xdela, tipu je. Tak nak lah ada stalker, menakutkan. Saya kot stalker tegar orang. Haha...people beware!! [izinkan saya untuk berbahasa english kali ini]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurm, actually tak stalk, just jalan-jalan blog, reading people thoughts, things people share. I find some fascinating, some are just plain weird and some are very pretty. I guess since i've become more sensitive towards fashion, i find that people nowadays love to blog about clothes, especially girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nowadays i've taken a special interest in music[haha, macam lah dari dulu tak suka music kan?] And my head are filled with "what if"'s..ah, the never ending "what if"'s. Syuh2, get out of my head. But recently i was just curious about my friend, Mr.Akram. He is a genius. I met him 7 years ago, in MRSM of course, and when i 1st met him, i just thought..."What an obnoxious guy!" and by the end of form 5, i just knew that he just had to be that way. [OMG, my english is deteriorating.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i went to his facebook page. Funny isn't it? People checking about others through facebook instead of contacting them personally. Bad me. Not a true person. Well, so i went to his page. Biasalah. He is still the same&amp;nbsp; old him, just a little older, wiser. And he always have a little thought on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i read most of his comment and statuses. And those were the things i used to hear him talk about. [okay, i'm about to become a giddish girl here], and it's all intellectual, and it was refreshing. I'm so amazed at how he kept his integrity. I guess that's what he learned everyday in his house. [because he used to tell me stories, and can i say his father is visionary? haha].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm kind of sad, that there's not much people around here with the same intellect, because he challenges me. He challenges me to think, think very deeply, and i like that. I like it when my brain is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can notice that my brain has become slow, due to the lack of articles since this year. I love writing. And do i have a lot to write.[one of my dreams, to become an aspiring young writer. But it seems i have grown old, now i can onnly be a writer...] But it seems that my brain doesn't want to function when i finally sit in front of my computer. And one more thing, i really don't like to write about myself. Kesian korang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neurons are dying. And i need to inhibit that process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? because it is killing me with unnecessary thoughts. I don't like that. I don't like losing grip with myself. It is unhealthy. So got to kill this habit of loving so much to watch series. Why? For me. For Allah. And i may need help with that. Killing a habit is never simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone out there has their own habit to kill?&lt;br /&gt;do share. May Allah help us in improving ourselves..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-2521244559236737536?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2521244559236737536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=2521244559236737536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/2521244559236737536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/2521244559236737536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/11/stalker.html' title='stalker'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-6449315903687305166</id><published>2010-11-19T18:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T18:23:06.323+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kering</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nak jadi orang gedik sat...&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! My kulit muka kering gila!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...ok dah. Fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kering.&lt;br /&gt;Kurus kering.&lt;br /&gt;Ikan kering.&lt;br /&gt;Dompet kering.&lt;br /&gt;Hati kering.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa yang kering kontang...kalau ikan masin takpe...boleh masak lagi..[sedapnya ikan masin berlemak!]&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kalau jiwa kering...erm...manusia yang kekurangan jiwa..apa boleh jadi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of the following? Apakah...&lt;br /&gt;a. manusia berjaya&lt;br /&gt;b. manusia berguna&lt;br /&gt;c. peti ais&lt;br /&gt;d. selipar jepun&lt;br /&gt;e. ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haish, tak jumpa pula perumpamaan yang enak dan halus.&lt;br /&gt;Erm, sebenarnya..ketandusan idea. Huwaa.&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa pun, nak dedicate kat anda semua dan diri sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah berputus asa di dalam mencari kebenaran. Dan bila dah jumpa kebenaran itu, jangan lupa untuk berkongsi dengan semua. Kerana kebenaran yang kita jumpa [semoga kebenaran yang benar dan jitu] adalah nikmat yang tiada tandingnya dan pasti ia membawa ketenangan di dalam hati kita yang gelisah dan gundah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin orang di sebelah kita juga mengalami gundah yang sama, jadi apa kata kita bersama mencari ketenangan dan mencari kebenaran? Lalu menuju kejayaan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-6449315903687305166?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/6449315903687305166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=6449315903687305166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6449315903687305166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6449315903687305166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/11/kering.html' title='kering'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-7135140435165670693</id><published>2010-11-16T07:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T07:37:53.312+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lama</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhu, lama dah tak menulis. Kali ni memang lost secara besar-besaran lah! Dengan examnya dan segala macam.Dan saya hampir putus harapan kepadaNya...nau'dzubillah, minta dijauhkan! Allah, please forgive me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang dah start nak buat thesis dah.&lt;br /&gt;Gile lah, sorang doktor baik gile, sorang lagi garang kot. isk isk...if only we didn't put DM there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us all the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-7135140435165670693?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7135140435165670693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=7135140435165670693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/7135140435165670693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/7135140435165670693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/11/lama.html' title='lama'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-3630954693588305445</id><published>2010-10-25T05:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:29:42.502+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hari baru</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim [In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini hari baru.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, kita masih berpeluang untuk bernafas buat kesekian kalinya.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, kita diberi peluang untuk berbakti mencari keredhaanNya.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, kita masih punya waktu untuk melaksanakan suruhanNya.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is Most Gracious indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reminder of His graciousness is all around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peringatan itu di mana-mana sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx babah for the advice yesterday. Terima kasih ayahku. Nasihat apa ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The afterlife is beyond our perception. What you perceive are mere conjecture. We are not required to be perfect. We are required to live in this life according to The Reading [Al-Quran]. We try our best. We cannot avoid making mistakes, istighfar. AR-RAHMAN do not want you to think about "amalan", but to live according to The Reading."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kehidupan setelah mati tidak dapat dijangkau oleh bayangan minda kita. Apa yang tergambar di otak kita hanyalah bayangan semata. Kita tidak disuruh untuk menjadi sempurna. Apa yang kita diminta adalah untuk menjalani kehidupan ini berdasarkan Al-Quran. Kita berusaha. Kita tidak mampu untuk mengelak dari melakukan kesalahan. Istighfarlah. Ar-Rahman tidak mahu untuk kita memikirkan soal amalan, tetapi untuk hidup melaksanakan yang disuruh, dan meninggalkan yang dilarang.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih &lt;a href="http://aimisolehah.blogspot.com/"&gt;kak aimi&lt;/a&gt;, atas nasihatnya. Thank you very much. Nasihat apa pula? [Ini diolah sedikit, sebab tak save pula chatnya. huhuhu.] Hurm, bagi intipati je kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Setiap makhluk adalah milikNya, Bila-bila sahaja kita akan kembali kepadaNya.&lt;br /&gt;- Tidak salah untuk merasakan diri ini lebih banyak berdosa berbanding orang lain&lt;br /&gt;- Segala hal tentang amalan kita, itu urusan di antara Allah dan kita&lt;br /&gt;- Janganlah difikir tentang diterima atau tidak, fikirlah untuk berusaha membuat kebaikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes something like that, betul ke persepsi saya kak aimi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih cik hanisah. Rupa-rupanya perasaan kita sama. Jom! Sama-sama kita menjadi lebih baik! Silalah tegur kalau nampak saya dah lalai. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, &lt;a href="http://opie89.blogspot.com/"&gt;Opie&lt;/a&gt;. Thanx so much. I'm sorry if&amp;nbsp; i bothered you. I just needed somebody, and you were just there. Love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and thank you Allah, for the very great reminder.&lt;br /&gt;Love everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-3630954693588305445?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3630954693588305445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=3630954693588305445&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3630954693588305445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3630954693588305445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/10/hari-baru.html' title='hari baru'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-8743910400754667660</id><published>2010-10-23T16:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T16:53:59.886+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tulislah</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, semalam ada orang tegur.&lt;br /&gt;"Weh, tulislah panjang sikit. Penat-penat orang tunggu blog awak loading, sekali keluar 2-3 baris ayat je?"&lt;br /&gt;[dialog telah diolah...peace =P]&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah, bukan senang tau nak dapat ilham. Yang pasti, semuanya datanag dari Allah, betul tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, i've been weird. How should i say this? Just plain weirdo lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not myself, or is it half of myself? I don't know. It's very frustrating, but i'll treat as one of my fateful journey to self-discovery and spiritual discovery. Now i must keep my commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi betut la tu, kasihan mereka, bersusah payah nak loading page blog [tak kisah la mana-mana, internet memang slow. uhuhuhu], tengok, tak berupdate dan update pun, satu line je? ish ish ish..sedihnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alasan ku apa ya? takde ilham. Ces. Bukan tiada ilham, malas nak fikir je. Betul tak?&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, memang tiada ilham. Da duduk depan komputer dah, semangat! huish huish huish...&lt;br /&gt;letak tangan atas keyboard...jari dah bengkok dah, nak tekan key...&lt;br /&gt;terberhenti pulak. Aik kenapa cik kak?&lt;br /&gt;Huhu, takde idea la! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi persoalan adalah commitment.&lt;br /&gt;Apa kena-mengena commitment dengan menulis blog ni.&lt;br /&gt;Aha! Banyak woah! Kalau takde commitment, mesti korang tulis satu post je, lepas tu dah, biar lah! Lantak ar blog ni. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Kalau takde commitment, mesti korang biar je blog tu hitam je. Tak berhias, tak menarik. Kalau lah benar internet ni ada labah-labah, memang dah bersawang, berlalang dan sebagainya lah!&lt;br /&gt;Commitment kena ada, kalau tarak ada, takyah la bercita-cita nak buka blog. Macam kehidupan kita juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerja mesti ada commitment.&lt;br /&gt;Berkeluarga adalah commitment.[chewah!]&lt;br /&gt;Kalau korang masuk team sports, itu adalah commitment.&lt;br /&gt;Study? Yep, it's a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, macam mana nak ada commitment?&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, bukan senang nak ada commitment. Believe me, i tell you. Mungkin orang lain memang telah diprogram untuk senang ada commitment. But most of us, mesti susah kan? Well, i'm not speaking about all of you, i'm speaking about myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st thing : why are you doing that thing?&lt;br /&gt;Yup, know the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, kenapa saya nak bukak blog ni? "Its trendy la mak cik. Everyone is into it you know? Its the "in" thing!"&lt;br /&gt;In kepala hotak hang [please excuse my bad language]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help! I dah start babbling and merepek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. The purpose i'm writing in this blog is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose is... [muka dah berkerut....tengah pikiaq, apa nak kelentong depa ni]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tortoise is......[eh?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, rasanya dah pernah gitau kan. Takyahla cakap. I ni pemalu..hihih!&lt;br /&gt;OK, dah tahu purpose [peace!], then stick to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam kita hidup kat dunia ni kan? Macam kita buat kerja kita. Kenapa kita study? Kenapa kita kerja? Kenapa kita bangun pagi? Kenapa kita mandi? [?????]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be committed. Dah, cukuplah bagi alasan tu. Hidup ni singkat, jangan bazir masa untuk mencari alasan atau mencipta alasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, memang dah merapu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bak kata kawan masa saya young-young dulu.."peace in!!!" [tukar la, peace ni ada out ngan in ke? kata nak world peace. world!!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-8743910400754667660?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/8743910400754667660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=8743910400754667660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/8743910400754667660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/8743910400754667660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/10/tulislah.html' title='tulislah'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-2292888793186039203</id><published>2010-10-17T21:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:18:36.593+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kata</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aku BENCI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aku SUKA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu semua kata-kata dunia.....benarkah?&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah Allah yang menentukan semua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-2292888793186039203?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2292888793186039203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=2292888793186039203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/2292888793186039203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/2292888793186039203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/10/kata.html' title='kata'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-3277643627081727546</id><published>2010-10-12T07:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T07:18:38.643+07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you?</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melayu mudah lupa...itu kata Tun Dr. Mahathir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah pula berfirman&lt;br /&gt;"....memang manusia bersifat tergesa-gesa. [17(Isra'):11]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mungkin kedua ini tiada kaitan, tetapi sebenarnya ia menceritakan tentang manusia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you realize that you'll only get ONE chance at this life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you ever realize that the person or people you know is only ONE at no other is alike?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you notice that the flower in your garden blooms only ONCE and never bloom the same one any other time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you think you will get to go through the same day twice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you felt that some things are just never the same even if it does look alike?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is there any difference between two rainstorms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is every minute and every second in your life the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you seen any grain of rice that is identical?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does the water splash in the same pattern as every time we drop them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you see the same cloud each and every day?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does every mountain have the same height and size?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do we still look and behave the same as we grow older?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: just felt like writing something. selalu macam tu, terasa nak tulis, tapi takde idea...boleh tolong bagi suggestion? i'd like to hear something from the reader's point of view..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-3277643627081727546?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3277643627081727546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=3277643627081727546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3277643627081727546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3277643627081727546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/10/do-you.html' title='do you?'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-6071665610911373671</id><published>2010-09-08T09:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:06:24.760+07:00</updated><title type='text'>unfair</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weh, aku nak menulis lah, kau jangan kacau aku!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, buat apa nak susah-susah nak menulis ni. Bukan ada orang baca pun. Please deh, jangan nak perasan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"........"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, eh, biarlah! Aku nak menulis je, tak kisah lah ada orang baca ke tak! Dah, pergi main jauh-jauh, menyibuk je."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa sedih lak nak ucapkan "selamat hari raya", sebab rasa macam masih tak cukup lagi, nak lagi ramadhan, nak lagi ramadhan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa nak lagi Ramadhan? Entah la, maybe sebab tak banyak buat ibadah kot, tu rasa tak cukup, banyak habiskan dengan perkara lagho [sia-sia]. Setiap tahun mesti buat azam, nak kejar malam lailatul qadar. Tetapi, tak tau kenapa malam-malam terakhir mesti sangat penat, dan sangat susah nak bangun. Cuba la juga buat resepi sendiri, tidur kat tilam nipis, biar senang nak bangun. Akhirnya terbalik lak jadinya, sebab lantai sangat sejuk, maka terjadilah rhinosinusitis yang teruk sampai kena habis tissue satu kotak, kena bangun tidur kat tilam yang tebal sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sangatlah tipu kalau saya cakap hari-hari terakhir ramadhan saya tak keluar pergi shopping. Mak aih, keluar cik kak oi. Huhu, kenapa ek? Jadi macam tradisi pula, patutnya pergi shopping pahala, dapatlah manfaat juga, ni pergi shopping kat kedai-kedai, habiskan duit bebenor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, kita sedari kecil lagi telah ada pemikiran,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HARI RAYA = BAJU BARU, KASUT BARU SEMUANYA BARU!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan patutnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HARI EIDULFITRI = KEIMANAN YANG BARU, SEMANGAT BARU, AZAM BARU??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entahlah...[tapi shopping memang sangat best! Exercise tu! Cuma poket je la, dia terbocor la pula] Teringat pula ceramah REFORM [reminder for ramadhan], seharusnya kita telah meminta maaf [kalau nak la, sepatutnya kita minta maaf setiap kali kita buat kesalahan, ye tak?] kepada kawan2, saudara2, dan sesiapalah sebelum Ramadhan, sebab bila tiba syawal, kita dah kosong dah, suci dah. [Faham ke apa yang nak disampaikan?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, da hilang idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt; [tsk tsk tsk] May Allah bless us all with happiness and glad tidings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat pesan Prof Muhaya kat facebook : Kalau Allah nak beri seseorang itu kegembiraan, Allah akan memberi seseorang itu kefahaman tentang agamanya! Subhanallah! Jom kita sama-sama mendoakan agar kita diberi kefahaman, dan janganlah kita berdoa je, jom cari juga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-6071665610911373671?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/6071665610911373671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=6071665610911373671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6071665610911373671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6071665610911373671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/09/unfair.html' title='unfair'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-1167932068175262071</id><published>2010-08-22T01:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T08:03:36.540+07:00</updated><title type='text'>*blush* factor #1</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;Its time for my skeletonsssss to come out of its closets. [dia tak bergerak sendiri okay? saya yang keluarkan.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya adalaaaaaahhhhh............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;.......sepotong kayu. [apakah?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaaa....huish huish huish...[menghembus nafas melalui hidung ya! breathing technique]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm...sebenarnya...saya....erm...[looks side to side, front, back, up and down]&lt;br /&gt;saya...saya.....[ok, get on with it!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya ni bukannya baik sangat!!!! [menjerit ke?]&lt;br /&gt;rasa lega ke da gitau dunia? Entahlah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa saya cakap macam tu? Perkenalkan, *blush* factors!!!&lt;br /&gt;*blush* factors ini adalah perkara-perkara yang saya buat dan ia adalah perkara yang memalukan diri sendiri. Buuuu! Buuuuuuuu.....huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekadar perkongsian, semoga kita sama-sama dapat memperbaiki diri. So here goes, factor no.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ni ada penyakit. Penyakit takleh kawal mulut, foot in mouth disease dan yang seangkatan dengannya. When i get excited, dan biasanya excited seorang diri yang terlebih..my mouth speaks without consulting with my brain. it just goes on and on, not letting the brain intervenes before its too late, and.....usually its tooo late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata orang sesal kemudian tak berguna lagi kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jom tengok sketsa ni [korang bayangkan dalam fikiran korang ye?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scene 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sedang berjalan bersama kawan-kawan. Excitednya, dah lama tak kuar jalan-jalan ni! And plus, jalan-jalan dengan mission nak cari something to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooh, oooh, jom masuk kedai ni? Macam menarik je barang-barang dia," i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, jom!" said one of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok-tengoklah barang-barang dia. Ada itu, ada ini, macam-macaaaam ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my friend suggested one of the stuffs there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How bout this one? Macam cantik je." dia berkata sambil menayangkan barang yang dia suggest itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm, tak naklah, buruk!" saya berkata dengan nada yang agak "&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;perlahan&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Dan apabila saya pusing ke belakang, ternyata shopkeeper@shopowner@salesperson berada di belakang saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OHMIGOSH!!!" saya jerit! [okay, xdelah jerit out loud, jerit dalam otak je]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/THAJB6FJMqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/dviZRFDWwiQ/s1600/maggie_blushing_0705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/THAJB6FJMqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/dviZRFDWwiQ/s320/maggie_blushing_0705.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;eh, i tak blushing la! this is my natural colour okay! source : haji google&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Blushing time! Walaupun tak nampak sangat sebab kulit sangatlah gelap kan, tapi kepanasan di muka sangatlah terasa dan tiba-tiba terasa bilik itu panas seperti sauna yang tahap paling panas! Terasa macam kedai tersebut mengecil dan saya harus keluar dengan secepatnya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did i do? Smiled and run away!!!! Yaaaargh! Lemme escape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scene 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..still berjalan. Tak kisah la mana-mana...okaylah, meh sini i bagi bayangan sikit. Bayangkan kita kat London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita berjalan bersama-sama.[dengan kawan-kawan kita la!] Then adalah si minah atau si abang atau sesiapa je la lalu kat depan kita ni, and this stranger ada&amp;nbsp; terbuat slack. [bukan salah dia pun, kita je rasa slack].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa lagi! Gossip points! [Astaghfirullah..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, eh, tengok dia tu! Bla bla bla bla..." eh, panjang la pula gossip dia, kan kiah? eh kiah pula dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, lepas kita gossip-gossip tu, kita terperasan yang orang yang digosip tu pandang kita semacam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulp, terasa macam nak terkeluar dah jantung time tu, eh bukan nak terkeluarlah, dah terkeluar dah pun! Aaaahh, lemme out of here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah tak jadi macam tu? Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st thing 1st&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiada suatu ucapanpun yang diucapkannya&lt;br /&gt;melainkan ada di dekatnya malaikat pengawas yang&lt;br /&gt;selalu hadir.”&lt;br /&gt;(QS Qaaf [50] : 18)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;2nd thing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abu Musa Al-Ash’ari&amp;nbsp; meriwayatkan. “Saya&lt;br /&gt;berkata, “Ya Rasulullah, manakah Muslim yang&lt;br /&gt;terbaik?” Beliau&amp;nbsp; bersabda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Barangsiapa yang orang-orang Muslim selamat&lt;br /&gt;dari lidah dan tangannya.”2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shahih, HR Bukhari (1/54 dalam Al-Fath), dan Muslim (42)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime lepas memalukan diri macam keadaan-keadaan di atas tu, mesti terfikir, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;why couldn't i use my brain first before opening my mouth? Am i THAT stupid to not able to use my brain?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/THAO-bXPvqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/uDszMvyksYk/s1600/brain_bye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/THAO-bXPvqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/uDszMvyksYk/s320/brain_bye.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;source : haji google lagi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lah, bukan stupid [sebab perkataan bodoh terasa amatlah kasar], cuma malas nak guna otak, tu je. Dan seperti yang kita maklum, benda yang paling penting dalam hidup kita adalah hati, tapi yang banyak mempengaruh hati kita adalah kata-kata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat pula kata-kata Prof Muhaya di dinding facebooknya:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Inspirational people are not interested in approval of others. Do not equate inspiration with recognition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Kehidupan kita dan especially hati dan emosi kita sering terpengaruh dengan kata-kata, and biasanya kata-kata itu takde makna pun selagi kita tak iktiraf apa yang orang kata-katakan itu. [chewah!] Cuma kerna ia adalah sesuatu yang berkaitan dengan kita, jadi kita iktirafkannya lalu ia menjadi kenyataan. Eh, merepek pula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Sebenarnya, just nak sharing. Marilah kita menjaga lisan, kerana....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Kata ibarat pedang &lt;br /&gt;Yang tajamnya bisa membunuh lawan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kata-kata yang berhikmah &lt;br /&gt;Menyedarkan kita &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata madah pujangga &lt;br /&gt;Bisa menjadi pedoman manusia &lt;br /&gt;Jagalah bahasa kata kita &lt;br /&gt;Jangan disalah guna &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang merah itu saga &lt;br /&gt;Yang kurik itu kendi &lt;br /&gt;Yang indah itu bahasa &lt;br /&gt;Yang cantik budi pekerti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In-team 04, Bicara Kata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ceh, ceh, mari menyanyi beramai-ramai! [brings back memories..hehe!] Jagalah lisan kita, kerana itulah cara yang paling senang untuk mengumpul dosa menjadi gunung! And slowly, kata-kata buruk itu akan melekat dalam diri kita [macam daki] dan kalau kita tak bersihkan kata-kata buruk itu, maka ia akan jadi segumpal daki yang takkan hilang dan menjadi hitamlah kita. Aha, merepek lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Silalah baca di &lt;a href="http://senyuman.wordpress.com/2006/09/14/menjaga-lisan/"&gt;artikel &lt;/a&gt;ini kerana saya masih belum buat research tentang tajuk ini, cuma sekadar nak berkongsi. Bukan senang untuk menulis, kerana kita tidak boleh menulis sembarangan, takut ajaran sesat pula. Ataupun ke&lt;a href="http://files.raudhatulmuhibbin.org/e-Book/menjaga_lisan.pdf"&gt; link&lt;/a&gt; ini, amat berguna buat kita, insyaAllah.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Marilah kita sama-sama belajar untuk menjaga lisan. Kalau teruk sangat, duduk diam je! Tak best pon nanti, buat malu kite jek, okay?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Bersempena bulan Ramadhan ini, [sepatutnya buat awal-awal, ni lambat dah ni] saya ingin meminta maaf kepada sesiapa yang pernah terasa dengan saya dan terkena marah dengan saya ke, ape ke..minta maaf sangat-sangat. Masa tu saya "tak waras" [tak pakai otak, hehe] semoga Allah mengampuni dosa-dosa kita bersama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;PS: Bulan Ramadhan dah masuk fasa kedua. Jom kita masuk gear 3 dalam beribadah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-1167932068175262071?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1167932068175262071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=1167932068175262071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/1167932068175262071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/1167932068175262071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/08/blush-factor-1.html' title='*blush* factor #1'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/THAJB6FJMqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/dviZRFDWwiQ/s72-c/maggie_blushing_0705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-736872345192937484</id><published>2010-08-18T06:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T06:33:12.249+07:00</updated><title type='text'>KKN oh KKN</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini deviate sikit dari "aku tak mahu" series. KKN...Kuliah Kerja Nyata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa tu Kuliah Kerja Nyata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kat Malaysia boleh dikatakan sebagai Program Pengabdian kepada Masyarakat, cuma kitorang students kat Indonesia ni, wajib pergi. Kalau tak pergi, tak boleh graduate. And dia ada jam kredit, sebab tu kalau tak pergi, tak boleh grad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, sebelum pergi tu adalah juga rasa tak best. Heh, ye lah, siapa yang rasa best angkat buku lali! Huhu, manusia, kalau tak tahu, mesti cakap tak best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/TGsXNhHBFzI/AAAAAAAAAOM/xJnxLCWiaqA/s1600/nomo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/TGsXNhHBFzI/AAAAAAAAAOM/xJnxLCWiaqA/s400/nomo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;kenangan sementara dan selamanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Alhamdulillah, dah balik bersama jutaan kenangan. Best la jugak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh ya, baru tengok promo ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[saya suka tengok animated movie, does that mean i'm childish? Aaargh, got to stop watching movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="270" width="435"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c_rUbqbhUEQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c_rUbqbhUEQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="435" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-736872345192937484?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/736872345192937484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=736872345192937484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/736872345192937484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/736872345192937484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/08/kkn-oh-kkn.html' title='KKN oh KKN'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/TGsXNhHBFzI/AAAAAAAAAOM/xJnxLCWiaqA/s72-c/nomo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5691399071124524763</id><published>2010-08-16T21:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:33:52.704+07:00</updated><title type='text'>aku tidak mahu - part 3</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai hai semua! haha, rindu tak? rindu tak? Aww...thanx, i pon tak rindukan you! haha! Kidding, kidding, saya rindu semua pembaca saya, whoever you may be. Lagi sekali, semoga artikel saya setakat ini ada manfaatnya buat kamu semua insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita sering dengar, God has a bigger plan for all of us. Jadi tidak semestinya apa yang kita rancang akan menjadi kan? kan? kan? Allah knows best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samalah macam program KKN kali ini. This is the 1st time fakultas kedokteran sent their students for KKN untuk satu bulan penuh! 30 hari tu! Dan desa-desa yang diorang hantar tu jauh-jauh pula tu!Wow, nak buat apa kat sana? Bak kata kordes saya..."TAKDIR".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 dah cerita pasal pendaftaran. Part 2 dah cerita pasal perjalanan sebelum pembekalan. [n part 2 tak berapa best sangat, sorry la ye..] Ini adalah part 3. Mungkin apa yang saya tulis ada&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; sedikit&lt;/span&gt; tokok-tambahan di mana-mana, maaf ya, otak terlebih imaginasi, suka daydreaming. Orait, mula!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haritu masa sebelum exam bermula, saya call ayah saya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm, babah, tolong belikan tiket balik boleh tak? 19-26 Jun 2010. Belikan tiket a******"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babah pun reply msg...&lt;br /&gt;"Ok dah beli. Itinerary #$%^&amp;amp;, i'll email you the itinerary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, last balik haritu masa raya, bulan 10 2009. Dah almost 8 bulan tak balik rumah. Rindu ada juga la, apa orang kata, "sakit rumah"? But i try not to think too much about it, nanti betul-betul sakit! Saja je nak test tahun ni, boleh ke tak balik rumah setahun sekali. But then the news memang menghambat cita-cita saya, sebabnya? Ada KKN sebulan, maknanya kalau nak ambil remedial [ujian kali ke-2 buat naik markah] lambat sebulan, maknanya...kitorang takde cuti semester!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waliowei!!!! o_ O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak balik la pulak sebelum judicium. Eh, sebelum ke selepas? Huhu, tak ingat la pula, yang pastinya lepas exam tapi sebelum KKN[please excuse if some of the words makes no sense, my "p" is a bit stubborn lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, korang! ada news! Dengar kata sebelum judicium, kita ada pembekalan KKN la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh no! No no no no no No no NO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Huhu, bagila saya peluang untuk balik, please! Mulalah tu, perasaan berkecamuk dan macam-macam lagi. [Maka syaitan pun bermain-main!] adalah terasa nak mencarut. Astaghfirullah. Alhamdulillah, dah lama tinggalkan budaya mencarut-carut ni. Dari 1st start mencarut ni, memang rasa tak best!&amp;nbsp; Say NO to mencarut. NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alahai, aku dah beli tiket! Diorang ni tak bertimbang rasa betul la, saja je" kawan saya NorSyazliana Din berkata. Muka masing-masing dah monyok. Sanggup mereka membuat kami begini? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cuba tanya Dr. Imam." Dr. Imam adalah coordinator baru buat kami pelajar bidang kedokteran di UNPAD ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siapa kata ada cuti? Ada pembekalan dalam masa seminggu selepas exam" Dr. Imam berkata tanpa berdolak-dalih, tegas. &lt;i&gt;Yaaaaaaaaa&lt;/i&gt;!!!!!! No turning back! how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi, senior cakap pembekalan tu sehari je, tak pernah pula sampai seminggu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pembekalan tu apa ek? Menyibuk je nak ada pembekalan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pembekalan tu just diorang bagi briefing about KKN.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak betul desas-desus, kata-kata, bisik-bisik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Korang, jadual pembekalan KKN dah keluar!"&lt;br /&gt;"Mana-mana?"&lt;br /&gt;"Takde pun!" &lt;br /&gt;"Ceh, tipu je...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disebabkan kami serumah adalah beli tiket untuk pulang sebelum judicium, maka kami berusaha mencari jadual pembekalan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5691399071124524763?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5691399071124524763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5691399071124524763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5691399071124524763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5691399071124524763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/08/aku-tidak-mahu-part-3.html' title='aku tidak mahu - part 3'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-1575139783370087227</id><published>2010-08-13T07:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T07:22:27.301+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Ramadhan!</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huaa! Hari ni ada exam...last exam! Huhu, tak sabar nak habis ujian. [kenapa ek? hmm...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilalah, sekarang ni malas gila nak study, kenapa ek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah tak baca blog ini yang ditranslate kepada eng oleh google translator? Rasanya &lt;a href="http://drrazi.wordpress.com/"&gt;Dr.Radzi&lt;/a&gt; pernah citer pasal benda ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, silalah click di &lt;a href="http://translate.google.co.id/translate?hl=en&amp;amp;sl=id&amp;amp;u=http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/08/aku-tidak-mahu-part-2.html&amp;amp;ei=Co5kTJvrEIqSuwOGwNXgCg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=translate&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=3&amp;amp;ved=0CB4Q7gEwAg&amp;amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Dmysterious%2Bmusafir%26hl%3Den"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaaa! Pecah perot den baco, apo kobondo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat puasa!&lt;br /&gt;Sentiasalah bersemangat menempuh hari-harimu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-1575139783370087227?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1575139783370087227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=1575139783370087227&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/1575139783370087227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/1575139783370087227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/08/salam-ramadhan.html' title='Salam Ramadhan!'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5305601795786991103</id><published>2010-08-06T20:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T20:06:19.851+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd try...pasal ramadhan lagi!</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia berjalan, meninggalkan kenangan. Berjalan dia di atas jalan yang kecil tapi besar, jalan yang bersih tapi berdebu. Berjalan tanpa hala tuju, namun mencari arah. Ke kiri, atau ke kanan?&lt;i&gt; Ah, terus je lah&lt;/i&gt;, bisik hatinya yang walaupun kerdil, tetap memberinya keyakinan untuk berjalan terus. Sering juga dia mengeluh, &lt;i&gt;aku sendirian di jalan ini, jalan yang bosan lagi merunsingkan. Bilakah aku dapat ke sana lagi?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langkah demi langkah dia mencipta haluan, dari jalan yang kosong, tiba ke jalan yang sedikit demi sedikit tumbuhnya rumput-rampai yang memanjang menjadi lalang. Matanya haus menelan pandangan, menerbitkan rasa baru emosi berantakan. Rumput-rampai, lalang padang, bunga haruman, semuanya membuatkannya tersenyum, &lt;i&gt;oh, inilah dunia&lt;/i&gt;! Berhenti seketika, melihat dengan lebih dekat. Apakah ini sebenarnya? Memegang dan memetik, oh inilah ciptaan Ilahi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Salam teman, salam perkenalan!" terdengar dia dari belakang. Toleh dia dengan senyuman. &lt;i&gt;Akhirnya aku tidak bersendirian lagi&lt;/i&gt;. Apakah dia lupa, dia tidak pernah seorang? Mereka bersalam, mereka berteman. Aku adalah dia, dan dia adalah aku. Sama-sama manusia, sama-sama mencari tujuan. Mereka meneruskan perjalanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambila mereka berjalan, mereka bercerita. Dia berfikir, kenapa ceritanya berlainan dengan aku, namun masih ada mirip dari sudut yang berbeza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lama kelamaan, bukan tinggal mereka berdua, bertambah populasi mereka, dari 4 orang, ke 8 orang dan akhirnya menjadi masyarakat. Kini mereka tidak berjalan. Ada yang berdiri sahaja, tidak bergerak. Ada yang berlari, cepat, tidak sabar. Ada yang terjatuh tidak berbangun lalu terduduk, tidak bangkit, ada yang tersadung namun tidak terjatuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia pernah berhenti, dia pernah berlari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah juga terjatuh. Pernah juga dia terbang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini, dia sesat. Ke manakah jalan yang lurus itu tadi pergi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaargggghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihat ke kiri, lihat ke belakang, lihat ke kanan, atas, bawah,depan...mana?&lt;br /&gt;Nak tanya orang ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuba menyapa seorang yang sedang berlari...hiss, mengacau la engkau ni!&lt;br /&gt;Tanya pula kepada yang sedang berdiri.........erm, aku tak pernah nampak pun jalan tu!&lt;br /&gt;Tanya yang terduduk.............aku tak paham soalan kau la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia terus melangkah, walaupun arah masih tiada, hatinya kata, langkahlah! jangan berhenti mencari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia melewati jalan yang berliku, dia melalui jalan yang berjambatan. Pusing....dan pusing lagi...kenapa semuanya kelihatan sama? Tiadakah yang berbeza? Penghujung yang sama...pening...pusing...pening...pusing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi...tetapi......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIDAK!&lt;br /&gt;Berhenti dia sebentar...merintih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Yang Berkuasa...aku ingin kembali ke jalan itu Yang Maha Kuat. Berikanlah aku satu clue, satu petunjuk wahai Pemilik Segalanya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka dia mengangkat mukanya, terlihatlah dia satu perhentian yang juga adalah perjalanan. Disitulah dia kembali mengenal jalan...insyaAllah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ramadhan, bulan untuk berehat dan juga bulan untuk meneruskan perjalanan di dunia sementara...&lt;br /&gt;Semoga aku bisa melihat mu lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/TFwIfw7hLOI/AAAAAAAAANk/BTe311LJuvI/s1600/3664160379_8b06644236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/TFwIfw7hLOI/AAAAAAAAANk/BTe311LJuvI/s320/3664160379_8b06644236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Semoga kita sempat bertemu lagi....sumber:iluvislam.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5305601795786991103?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5305601795786991103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5305601795786991103&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5305601795786991103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5305601795786991103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/08/2nd-trypasal-ramadhan-lagi.html' title='2nd try...pasal ramadhan lagi!'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/TFwIfw7hLOI/AAAAAAAAANk/BTe311LJuvI/s72-c/3664160379_8b06644236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-4713915213831547126</id><published>2010-08-06T11:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T11:59:02.656+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause!!! ke puase? ehehe...</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari kita bersama menekan butang pause! Tetttt!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/TFuU2UwkE5I/AAAAAAAAANU/HQCtzwrHhmE/s1600/pause.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/TFuU2UwkE5I/AAAAAAAAANU/HQCtzwrHhmE/s200/pause.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cuba cari kat badan korang, ada tak butang ni?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab bulan Ramadhan datang lagi!!! yeay! yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah perasaan korang apabila sebulan tak makan kuey tiow goreng mamak yang kat depan junction rumah korang, yang bila dia goreng tu sampai ke rumah korang boleh bau, yang dia campur ngan kerang dan basah-basah sikit digorengnya [pergh! terliur kejap], then lepas sebulan tu korang dapat makan. Syiok kan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah perasaan anda [saya tiada pengalaman yek? hiks hiks, ambil dari pengalaman orang lain] apabila 3 bulan tak berjumpa dengan pacar@boyfriend@girlfriend anda, tiba-tiba ada peluang, ya Allah diberi peluang untuk berjumpa, 5 minit pun jadilah...apa ya perasaan anda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aakah perasaan anda setelah 6 bulan atau setengah tahun tak berjumpa dengan ibu dan ayah anda, dan anda pulang lalu 1st thing yang nampak bila keluar dari LCCT tu, nampak muka parents anda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gembira? Sedih? Benci? [sesat plak perasaan ni ek?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~RINDUUUUU!!!!! RINDU SERINDU-RINDUNYAAAAAAAA!!!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha, ntah lagu apa, nyanyian sapa ntah, yang pasti lagu time aku sekolah rendah, nyanyi kat sekolah rendah agama ngan kawan-kawan. miahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah hati seorang mukmin apabila tibanya bulan Ramadhan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/TFuVNBiKM-I/AAAAAAAAANc/BR8KlFhC_gA/s1600/screenshot_uni_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/TFuVNBiKM-I/AAAAAAAAANc/BR8KlFhC_gA/s320/screenshot_uni_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeay! yeay! puasa! ayam madu...ayam goreng...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;tekan balik butang pause. Tettttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulan puasa bulan yang mengajar.&lt;br /&gt;Bulan puasa bulan yang indah.&lt;br /&gt;Bulan puasa bulan untuk "pause"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh eh, pause kejap la dari merokok, tengah puasa ni!"&lt;br /&gt;"Nak citer ni cik joyah, eh jap, puasa puasa, lupa plak..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau menurut aku, bagus la ada butang pause. Tahu pun nak berhenti, especially merokok! Ya Allah, sebulan duduk ngan kanak-kanak perokok, cukuplah, kasihan peparu ku...huhu...oxidant! oxidant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, ok...hehe, kasarnya saya! Baiklah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seharusnya butang pause itu mengajar kita untuk menekan butang stop. Huhu. Sebab dalam kehidupan ni mana ada butang pause! Kita je yang cipta. Kita ni kan makhluk yang kreatif, ye dok? Suka mencipta-mencipta. Bagus la tu. Semoga ciptaan kita bermanfaat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, kenapa akak duk merepek pasai butang pause ni dari tadi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiklah adik-adik, dengar sini akak nak berceghita [chewah! waaaaa, ak masih muda!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bak kata si pentazkirah malam tadi [baguih! i like! haha] Ramadhan ni macam training camp. Kita belajar untuk berhenti segala kemaksiatan yang ada, dan berusaha untuk meningkatkan keimanan agar menambahkan ketaqwaan kita. [mak aih, serius bebenor ayat!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chop, chop!!! Kenapa kita puasa ek bulan Ramadhan ni? Kenapa bulan ni je kita start nak solat lebih and everything? cess, hypocrite betul! haha...bukanlah, bak kata ustaz semalam, apa yang kita tidak mampu buat, janganlah kita tinggalkan semuanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok, kenapa kita puasa bulan Ramadhan ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yeay! kesempatan untuk kuruskan badan!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Agar kita dapat merasakan apa yang orang yang kurang berkemampuan rasakan"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dah mak aku suruh puasa! Aku puasalah!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sebab bulan ramadhan?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sebab aku orang islam, Aku seorang muslim..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelbagai contoh jawapan ada, sila pilih satu yang benar-benar mengikut isi hati anda...kerana jawapan tepat ada pada diri anda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, prinsip baru dalam hidup saya, buat sesuatu jangan melulu, yakin kan diri bahawa ia pekara yang benar dulu, barulah buat ibadah yang bermutu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeke prinsip diri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually lah kan, kita kan ada otak kan kan? So kenela pakai otak tu kan? Ni idok, buat je apa yang orang suruh...kan? kan? kan? Kenapa nak makan? kenapa kena minum? kenapa nak hidup? Semua tu adalah soalan yang bernas! Tahniah bagi sesiapa yang pernah memikirkannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tekan butang pause.....Tetttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulan Ramadhan datang lagi. Ahlan wa sahlan ya Ramadhan al-mubarrak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, marilah kita jadikan Ramadhan yang lebih bermakna. Kenapa kita perlu puasa di bulan Ramadhan? ada jawapannya di surah Al-Baqarah ayat 183.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa kita perlu bertaqwa? Ada jawapannya di surah Az-Zariyat ayat 53.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa kita muslim? Itu persoalan untuk anda sekalian mencari jawaannya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay yeay, bulan puasa datang lagi...katanya sambil mengalir air mata sepi...bulan yang sangat dirindui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, hadirkanlah aku di dalam bulan Ramadhan kali ini dengan selamat dan masih di dalam nikmat islam Mu ya Allah, agar aku dapat terus mencari keredhaanMu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-4713915213831547126?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/4713915213831547126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=4713915213831547126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4713915213831547126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4713915213831547126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/08/pause-ke-puase-ehehe.html' title='Pause!!! ke puase? ehehe...'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/TFuU2UwkE5I/AAAAAAAAANU/HQCtzwrHhmE/s72-c/pause.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-2644927448333627504</id><published>2010-08-03T22:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:01:30.150+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku tidak mahu - part 2</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka terdaftarlah aku ke Indramayu. Orang cakap kat sana panas hek! Then orang pun cakap perjalanan jauh. Huhu, semoga tidak lah, penatlah duduk dalam bas lama-lama. Ah, tak kisah lah! Asalkan dapat buat kkn cepat-cepat, habis, dapat markah and boleh grad. [Ces, sangat tak terbuka otak ku, memang orang penerima! Dasar orang pemalas! hehe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas dah klik tu, tengok ada 13 [atau 12? tak ingat la pulak] yang dah terdaftar. Ada 3 orang dari kedokteran, 2 orang dari pertanian, 1 orang dari penternakan, ada dari ilmu politik dan ada dari fikom. 2 orang dari malaysia dan yang lain indonesia. Tapi masa tu tengok ramai dari ilmu politik. Ada rasa tak sedap hati [biasa lah orang yang suka ikut hati ini, kan akan mati? haha pelik pelik] Tapi ketepikan dulu perasaan syakwasangka yang tak berapa nak syak sangat la kan [yela, tak kenal pun diorang ni!]. pikir exam...oh exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang tak nak fikir sangat pun pasal kkn ni. Serabut otak...ngahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata kkn tidak dapat dinyahkan dari otakku. Kena fikir pulak pasal pembekalan kkn. Hek eleh! ingatkan boleh balik, ada pula berita tentang pembekalan kkn. Hampagas bebenor! Nak balik sebelum kkn! nak balik! nak jumpa parents![alasan!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kkn ni memang penuh cabaran sungguh! Memerlukan kesabaran yang penuh! Tahu tak bila dan di mana saya pergi check pasal kkn? masa hari kedua exam, 2nd week. Kat mana? kat bandung! Berani mati tak? ngahaha! tidak mengapa, demi pulang ke malaysia. Sanggup wo! [taubat, lepas ni tak nak buat dah!hehe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak duit pakai! Banyak duit terbuang! huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mahu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersambung lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: kali ni tak menarik plak...ngahaha...&lt;br /&gt;pss: the point is...banyak bersabar! Sebab hidup ini tiada yang perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-2644927448333627504?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2644927448333627504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=2644927448333627504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/2644927448333627504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/2644927448333627504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/08/aku-tidak-mahu-part-2.html' title='Aku tidak mahu - part 2'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-805989510126926537</id><published>2010-08-01T22:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:54:19.713+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku tidak mahu - part 1</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weh korang! Daftar kkn! Dah bukak dah!" Entah siapa lah yang bagitahu haritu, yang pastinya waktu itu waktu latihan laboratorium mengenai jantung. Diriku tidak begitu kisah. &lt;i&gt;Biarlah&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku nak daftar kat ciamis lah, dekat dengan pangandaran! Boleh pergi lepas habis KKN" Pangandaran adalah satu pusat bercuti iaitu di pantai. Cantik dan bagus pantainya, juga salah satu tempat terkenanya bencana alam tsunami beberapa tahun yang lalu [tahun 2004 kalau tak silap].&lt;i&gt; Duit takdelah kalau nak gi tempat-tempat macam tu&lt;/i&gt;, fikir aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Korang, baik korang daftar cepat, dengar kata tempat-tempat yang diorang tawarkan banyak yang dah full. Sekarang ni tinggal Indramayu je." Adah memberitahu. Dia juga mendaftar di indramayu. &lt;i&gt;Alamak...betul ke ni? Habis tu nak kkn katne ni?&lt;/i&gt; Hatiku mula gusar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Husna sorang&amp;nbsp; kat indramayu...huhu...Fana tak daftar lagi kan? Daftar la sama tempat ngan husna ek? ek?" kata Husna. Aku angguk, &lt;i&gt;insyaAllah&lt;/i&gt;. Kesian dia sorang-sorang, tai permintaan husna tak register sangat dalam otak aku yang sememangnya tengah blur waktu itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KKN...oh KKN. Huhu, kenapa la nak kena ada benda ni. Nak kena duduk kat kampung la pulak.....30 HARI PULAK TUH!!! huhuhu..da la aku ni tak pandai bergaul [kurang PD haha!] Nak kena duduk dengan orang yang dikenali...bingung...bingung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/TFWT7vggrQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QYMu8a2nuEc/s1600/helpless.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/TFWT7vggrQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QYMu8a2nuEc/s320/helpless.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;bingung...ke pening-pening lalat? lalala...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Lantaklah. Malam tu bukak internet, check, ada tempat kosong lagi tak? Haish, xdela pulak [sebenarnya hati berbunga, excuse taknak gi kkn sebab lambat daftar, muahahahah!] Xpe2. Rileks...Santai je. Malas daku nak fikir masalah remeh [chewah! sombong!], kena study ni, exam dah dekat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harapan yang sememangnya palsu lagi bohong ternyata dinikmati sebentar. Esoknya terus boleh daftar akibat diri ini dan beberapa teman lagi pergi report tak cukup tempat [haha, kata nak kkn kat malaysia, apa jadi?].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukaklah website kampus, nak daftar ni. Semangat, semangat...huff huff! Dah isi nombor phone semua, tibalah masa untuk memilih tempat kkn. Inilah penentuan segala penentuan! Berdebar-debar! Jawab exam pun tak berdebar macam ni! [poyo bebnor!] Klik punya klik...punya klik...klik lagi..&lt;i&gt;.nak pilih tempat mana ek&lt;/i&gt;? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat Husna cakap dia sorang-sorang [msian] kat kampung ang dia daftar tu, tapi tak ingat kampung apa. Maka, telefonlah husna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Assalamualaikum Husna! kita nak daftar kkn ni, tempat husna haritu mana ek?" daku bertanya straight to the point. tak mainlah bahasa bunga-bunga, basa-basi...haha...tak baik berbohong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tekan Indramayu, Kecamatan Sliyeg, Desa Tambi Lor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok...dah jumpa dah. Thanx!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi jariku tidak terus meng"klik" butang ok. Tunggu beberapa saat....dengan lafaz Bismillah, saya merasmikan...eh...daku pun klik butang "OK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah. Semoga dengan terdaftarnya aku di sini, aku bisa menimba ilmu dan mencari diriku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mau pergi!!! Nak balik msia!!! Tiba-tiba keluar suggestion-suggestion tersebut di dalam otakku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersambung....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-805989510126926537?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/805989510126926537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=805989510126926537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/805989510126926537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/805989510126926537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/08/aku-tidak-mahu-part-1.html' title='Aku tidak mahu - part 1'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/TFWT7vggrQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QYMu8a2nuEc/s72-c/helpless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5888702842786688145</id><published>2010-08-01T07:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T07:55:07.027+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah!!!!! wow, sebulan tak tulis blog. Dah ada hutan khatulistiwa dah kat dalam blog ini. Walaupun blog ini kurang visitor yang setia, its ok, i will keep on writting insyaAllah, since i've become interested in more and more lovely things created by Allah out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah balik dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, duduk kat bilik, termenung sorang-sorang, still tak percaya...saya udah pulang loh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, sebulan menghilang, sebulan bersama manusia-manusia, sebulan bersama alam...pelbagai perkara yang menarik dan kurang menarik pasti telah berlaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, kenapa cakap "sebulan....sebulan...sebulan"? Sebab 30 hari berlalu, bukan sebulan ke tu? ehehe...loyar buruk la pulak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab selama sebulan ini kitorang diperlukan untuk melakukan kerja yang memang nyata tapi tak begitu nyata lah sangat, di satu tempat yang menarik dan mampu untuk membeliakkan mata anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiklah, nantikan series "aku tak mahu!!!" [apakah?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian dari saya yang meloyar buruk...&lt;br /&gt;wassalam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5888702842786688145?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5888702842786688145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5888702842786688145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5888702842786688145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5888702842786688145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/08/alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5479851548896288056</id><published>2010-06-06T08:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T08:56:00.258+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tgh exam</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh [salam sejahtera]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengah exam sekarang ini, lagi banyak tengok blog orang. Haritu ada lawat cik &lt;a href="http://bududanbelacan.blogspot.com/"&gt;anna&lt;/a&gt;, si photographer or artist @ ummi kepada luqman yang comel. Saya suka baca blog dia sebab dia sangat tulus, dan semua gambar dia cantik-cantik belaka, walaupun banyak self potrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada suatu hari nanti, pasti akan ku post gambar yang cantik belaka juga, insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan seterusnya blogwalking. Adalah visit blog saudari &lt;a href="http://inibelogsaya.blogspot.com/"&gt;hanis zalikha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak tahu juga, kenapalah blog saudari ni sangat mantap. So bacalah. Informative and at the same time easy-going and carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also did blogwalking to certain other blogs worth mentioning tapi malas la pulak. And most of this blogger memang setulus-tulusnya lah menulis untuk kebaikan semua. Menegur sikap sesetengah manusia yang mulai lalai dibuai dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me...to my ultimate question [not so ultimate lah, tapi besar la jugak..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kenapa aku start blogging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fame? [aha, ada teringin juga nak followers ramai-ramai!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what exactly? Saje nak tulis pasal kehidupan seharian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya kagum dengan ustaz Hasrizal, dengan slogannya "Erti hidup pada MEMBERI". I can see that he has found the answer about life, and are living contently with his principle, guarding it and selling it at the same time. It is true that you find life when you stop living for yourself, and living for others for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find meaning in everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything you do, is for the better of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ingat kali pertama saya menulis, adalah untuk memberi juga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ingat sekarang tujuan saya sudah lari dari tujuan asal..&lt;br /&gt;Teringat pula kawan ada cakap, "aku dapat lihat blog kau ni tentang dakwah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, tak ingat sangat dia cakap apa, but the first ayat is like that. And i'm sure, what he meant is, "your blog is kurang menarik."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i know why..&lt;br /&gt;Because i myself do not understand what i'm writing, sama lah macam buat skills haritu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa osce, doctor nova siap tanya lagi, "do you understand why you have to do this station?"&lt;br /&gt;Masa tu buat Physical Examination of allergy. Memang banyak nak kena buat. Saya fail sebab banyak terlepas cakap, banyak yang tak buat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, memang tak tahu nak jawab apa dah. Jawab je lah "yes, doc", without looking into her eyes, takut kalau jawab lain time tu mesti fail. Haha, penakut betul. [Apa salahnya fail?] Lepas tu terus keluar. Semoga lulus, insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK2, lari pulak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dalam semua perbuatan kita, mesti kita kena faham kenapa kita buat macam tu. Macam doctor nak bagi ubat, takkan dia bagi ubat saja-saja je? takkan dia nak main bagi ubat je, lantak la engkau, janji aku bagi ubat. Haha, tak takut ke korang dapat doctor macam tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor tu kena faham kenapa dia bagi ubat tu. Kenapa dia kena buat physical examination. Kenapa dia kena check thoroughly sebelum boleh diagnose. Kenapa x-ray dia jadi macam tu. Apa yang berubah dalam penyakit patient, apa yang berubah dari segi anatomical, apa yang berubah dari segi physiological, apa yang terlibat dalam sesuatu penyakit tu, baru boleh diagnose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doktor kena bezakan mana nak treat dulu, symptoms ke underlying cause. Kenapa kena treat symptoms dulu, baru start treating underlying cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor kena faham bermacam-macam benda sebelum dia boleh digelar doktor, sebab doktor bukanlah merawat objek, tetapi manusia. Macam ustaz dan ustazah dan para daie, mereka bukan merawat manusia, tetapi merawat jiwa dengan membawa mereka lebih mengenal Sang Pencipta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i see the importance of OSOCA [objective student oral case analysis]. Nak tengok kita faham ke tak. That simple. Semoga penguji dapat lihat yang kami betul-betul faham, bukan kurang bijak. Semoga Allah kurniakan kita kefahaman, insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selasa ni ada ujian OSOCA&lt;br /&gt;Pray for all of us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5479851548896288056?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5479851548896288056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5479851548896288056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5479851548896288056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5479851548896288056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/06/tgh-exam.html' title='tgh exam'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-6505634354186497598</id><published>2010-06-03T15:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T15:39:09.259+07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid</title><content type='html'>Bismillhirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt dan salam sejahtera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya mahu jadi manusia yang bijak. Saya mahu jadi manusia yang penyayang. Saya mahu jadi manusia yang ikhlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya mahu jadi manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone has any suggestions? I'm willing to hear it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-6505634354186497598?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/6505634354186497598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=6505634354186497598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6505634354186497598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6505634354186497598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/06/stupid.html' title='stupid'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-2827686156303120490</id><published>2010-05-31T18:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:44:52.669+07:00</updated><title type='text'>gone</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, terasa macam nak menghilangkan diri kejap.&lt;br /&gt;Nak lari dari segalanya.&lt;br /&gt;Dan mencari makna kepada kesemuanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakan daya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau along the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one do you think? the journey to find yourself. How would you prefer it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-2827686156303120490?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2827686156303120490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=2827686156303120490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/2827686156303120490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/2827686156303120490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/05/gone.html' title='gone'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-277991346809114445</id><published>2010-05-30T09:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T09:09:46.230+07:00</updated><title type='text'>apa nak jadi?</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni cuba berlatih skill's lab dengan kawan kat rumah. Saya paling lemah bab menghafal. Saya pun tak tahulah kenapa. Pemalas agaknya? [banyak dosa!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampailah terkeluar ayat ni : "sebab tu tak nak jadi doktor, tak suka hafal!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah. Astaghfirullah. Astaghfirullah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i "reviewed my life back until now" [muhasabah] i know that in this life, everything occurs for a reason. Ayat yang paling biasa kita dengar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kita merancang, Allah juga merancang..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dari kecil yang cikgu tadika tanya "farhana, awak nak jadi apa?" dan jawapannya "doktor, cikgu"&lt;br /&gt;sekolah rendah cikgu tanya "farhana, awak nak jadi apa?", jawapannya "ahli muzik, cikgu"&lt;br /&gt;sekolah menengah cikgu tanya "awak nak jadi apa?" jawapan diberi "ahli angkasawati, cikgu"&lt;br /&gt;form 4, mak kawan tanya, "farhana, awak nak jadi apa?" saya kata "akauntan, mak cik"&lt;br /&gt;masa matriks pulak, ada orang tanya, "awak nak jadi apa?"........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya jawab apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"saya pun tak tahu. Saya nak jadi businesswoman....but..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i think back [muhasabah lagi] banyak benda yang berlaku dalam perjalanan dari kecil sampai sekarang. Kalaulah saya tak ambil medic sekarang ni, entah apa la yang saya buat. Kerana apa yang diberi Allah adalah yang terbaik buat kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadis Sahih Muslim, daripada Abu Hurairah ra, katanya Rasulullah  saw bersabda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang mukmin yang kuat adalah lebih baik dan lebih dikasihi Allah SWT daripada orang mukmin yang lemah. Masing-masing ada mempunyai kebaikan. Bersungguh-sungguhlah mengerjakan sesuatu yang berguna (di dunia dan di akhirat); dan hendaklah selalu meminta pertolongan daripada Allah dan jangan berasa lemah, yakni putus harapan, atau merasa hampa. Jika engkau ditimpa sesuatu janganlah berkata "kalaulah aku berbuat demikian tentu akan jadi begini dan begitu"; akan tetapi katakanlah "Taqdir Allah, dan Allah berbuat sekehendak-Nya". Sesungguhnya perkataan 'kalaulah' hanya membukakan jalan bagi syaitan untuk berbuat sesuatu. [diambil dari &lt;a href="http://tiaraemily.blogspot.com/2010/03/kita-merancang-dengan-cita-cita-allah.html"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi untuk mencari hikmahNya, sangatlah susah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, kurniakanlah kami ilmu dan kefahaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalaulah ada orang tanya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Farhana, awak nak jadi apa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga saya ada kekuatan untuk menjawab dengan seikhlas hatinya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Saya nak jadi seorang muslimah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yang benar-benar faham akan tanggungjawabnya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yang benar-benar sedar akan keberadaan dirinya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yang benar-benar mencintai segala-galanya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hanya kerana cintanya kepada Allah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah....Ya Allah, aku masih lemah, maka kuatkan aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkenang kembali, betapa ramai yang sangat menginginkan peluang yang aku ada sekarang, belajar especially in medic. Berapa ramai yang impiannya termusnah kerana masalah-masalah. Malah aku sekarang ini tidak berusaha kerana alasan yang remeh. Maafkan aku. Aku akan berusaha. Kerana itulah sebaik-baik seorang muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jom kita jadi seorang yang hebat! kerana di dalam islam, tiada istilah, &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;aku biasa&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-277991346809114445?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/277991346809114445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=277991346809114445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/277991346809114445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/277991346809114445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/05/apa-nak-jadi.html' title='apa nak jadi?'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5545859607159884303</id><published>2010-05-27T20:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:14:48.719+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hilang.</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. Dengan nama Allah yang Maha Pengasih lagi Maha Penyayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan ini juga aku mengucapkan salam, assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hilang.&lt;br /&gt;Ghaib dari pandangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilangnya aku bukan sekejap&lt;br /&gt;namun sedikit yang senyap bagai se-titisan air&lt;br /&gt;dikumpul jadilah taufan yang besar tapi kecil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyah aku bukanlah menjadi hitam&lt;br /&gt;hitam kosong&lt;br /&gt;bukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanyalah seorang yang dalamnya bising&lt;br /&gt;Dipukul aku juga bingit&lt;br /&gt;Digoncang aku terjerit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langkah aku bukanlah langkah seorang manusia&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga tidak tahu jalan ku jalan apa&lt;br /&gt;Terus aku dipimpin tiada siapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku selalu bermimpi&lt;br /&gt;ingin jadi merdekalah!&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apa makna merdeka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sujud aku&lt;br /&gt;pusing timbul&lt;br /&gt;kepada apa ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikhlas&lt;br /&gt;dalam rukuk&lt;br /&gt;dalam sujud&lt;br /&gt;dalam berdiri&lt;br /&gt;dalam duduk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malu&lt;br /&gt;dalam baring&lt;br /&gt;dalam berjalan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syukur&lt;br /&gt;dalam bangun&lt;br /&gt;dalam pergi&lt;br /&gt;dalam senyum&lt;br /&gt;dalam bicara&lt;br /&gt;dalam acara&lt;br /&gt;dalam segala...&lt;br /&gt;itulah merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku masih dipenjara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: biarlah difahami sendiri. tsk..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5545859607159884303?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5545859607159884303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-3730728238610455626</id><published>2010-05-07T07:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T07:10:22.549+07:00</updated><title type='text'>manusia</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang, manusia ni, susah nak berterus-terang.&lt;br /&gt;Niat di hati, untuk menjaga kesejahteraan hati si mnusia yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, tanpa disedari, dengan tidak berterus-terang itu, hati si manusia lain itu terluka juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukanlah terluka kerna kebenaran,&lt;br /&gt;namun terluka kerna penipuan yang diadakan untuk memeliharanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walaupun begitu,&lt;br /&gt;kesakitan kerna kebenaran yakni berterus terang itu, senang pulih, kerna ia hakikat.&lt;br /&gt;kesakitan kerna penipuan pula, sentiasa bermain di kepala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susah...susah...&lt;br /&gt;susahkan jadi manusia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-3730728238610455626?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3730728238610455626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=3730728238610455626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3730728238610455626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3730728238610455626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/05/manusia.html' title='manusia'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-845854625010975347</id><published>2010-05-04T07:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T07:12:18.385+07:00</updated><title type='text'>citer jepun</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti ustaz Hasrizal bersama cerita kung fu pandanya [saya suka jugak! very the best!], saya suka menonton cerita-cerita jepun, but basically, cerita-cerita yang membawa pengajaran. Erm, tapi tengok juga kot, jalan cerita dia macam mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S9qljrAgkSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xyZDmWBbIDw/s1600/kung_fu_panda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S9qljrAgkSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xyZDmWBbIDw/s320/kung_fu_panda.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah, kung fu panda! while the lead character is dat big, the real life voice animator is that big too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say that, kung panda ni cerita lama. All the proverbs heard, sumenya dah lama dah. Tetapi, the moment, the situation and everything, its just too real. Macam masa master shifu panic sebab Master oogway nampak ada musibah yang akan berlaku, apa yang master oogway cakap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your mind is like this water, it is not clear when it is agitated, but let it settled, and then you will see"[something like that la ayat dia]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then *ting!*, nampak answer to the problems, reflection of the dragon scroll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betul tak? Sebabnya otak kita ini terdiri daripada neuron yang secara saintifiknya, bekerja dengan konduksi electric. Bayangkan masa kita tengah panic, segala macam benda yang berlaku di dalam badan kita, analoginya seperti pasar malam, ramai kan yang jalan-jalan, tengok itu, tengok ini, jerit-jerit, promosi barang. Apakah kita merasa senang berjalan di dalam keadaan tersebut? Dan dalam keadaan yang sibuk kat pasar malam tu, cuba kita tengah cari cincin yang terjatuh masa kita jalan-jalan tadi, senang tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samalah macam kepala kita, mesti dalam keadaan yang busy nak uruskan badan kita yang mengeluarkan segala macam acetylcholine dan hormone [sympathetic right? my neuroscience sucks! =p], adakah masa untuk kita memikirkan solusi kepada masalah kita? pening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru-baru ni tengok cerita yamato sumthing-sumthing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S9qr8LndGZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JsZ1uyDlpIE/s1600/237c59ce818d088e1276ffeabe37d1c41263744173_full.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S9qr8LndGZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JsZ1uyDlpIE/s320/237c59ce818d088e1276ffeabe37d1c41263744173_full.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu dialog dalam citer ni yang sangat menarik perhatian. Sebelum tu nak citer sket la pasal citer ni. [spoiler alert!] Dia pasal this guy that was hated by his own mother because of his looks. Disebabkan dia sangat la hensem, semua girls datang kacau dia kat rumah, sampai mak dia jadi gila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran away eventually, dan masuklah berpindah dekat this one big house, boarding house. Ada 3 orang boarders yang lain dan tuan rumah dan anaknya. Nak dijadikan citer, tuan rumah di melancong keliling dunia, so dia minta anak buah dia datang jaga anak dia. This particular anak buah...wait for it...is a horror girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tuan rumah dia minta tolong this guys jadikan girl ni jadi a lady! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok2, so the dialogue that i like is when the mother talked to the anak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear, when you stay outside in the rain for a long time, you might catch a cold, right?" asked the mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!" answered the boy energetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is just he same for the human heart. When a person undergoes a long duration of suffering, the heart might catch a cold." the mother continued and the son just sat there thinking. [bahasa jepun la of course!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apa maksud "the heart catches a cold"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila kita sentiasa di kelilingi oleh suasana yang kurang baik, lama-kelamaan, kita juga menjadi kurang baik. Hati kia juga seperti kita, apabila dirudung [is there such word? haha!] kesusahan, atau point yang pentingnya adalah, apabila hati kita tidak dijaga, ia pasti akan "sakit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam mana nak tahu hati kita "tak sihat?" Kerana hati itu adalah raja, jadi segalanya terpampang pada perbuatan dan kelakuan kuli-kulinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulutlah yang paling menunjukkan ketidak sihat-an-nya hati. Kata-kata yang keluar bukanlah untuk memberi kebaikan, tetapi menimbulkan keburukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangan tidak berlaku baik. Mencuri, dan sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaki membawa diri entah ke mana, ke tempat yang kurang eloknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua kerana hati yang "tak sihat" [bukan liver atau jantung ok!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qalbu. Yang bolak-balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jadi, apa kaitan hati sakit ni dengan saya? Biarlah! Saya suka diri saya macam ini! At least i have my own opinion and tak membuta-tuli buat decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;...etc....etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak. Bukanlah dengan mengubah hati, kita mengubah diri. Cumanya, pasti setiap dari kita mempunyai tujuan di dalam dunia ini bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be a &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;better human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be the &lt;i style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua itu adalah pilihan kita. Janganlah kata: disebabkan saya kurang kasih-sayang dari ibu bapa, saya tak nak jadi baik. Jadi baik pun dapat apa? NOTHING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. Itulah pemikiran sempit sebenarnya, kerana dunia ini luas! And the natural rules of this galaxy is never dictated by humans! never! Kita akan berfikiran seperti di atas kerana kemampuan manusia itu terhad, dan apa yang difikirkannya baik itu adalah baik, sedangkan kebenaran sebenarnya hanya Maha Pencipta yang tahu segala-galanya tentang yang diciptakan olehNya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK2, da merepek, sebab dah lama tulis artikel ini, tapi tak habis2, and tengah-tengah tulis ini, sempat pergi program COMPARATIVE RELIGION, and termasuk pulak apa yang saya dapat dari program tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion dia adalah, jomlah kita menjaga hati. Memang terkadang hati kita perlu di'sakit'kan, just to remind our heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Oy, you are human!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, janganlah kita membiarkan hati kita terkontang-kanting.&lt;br /&gt;Macam mana nak jaga hati?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah Tuhan, dengan berzikir, hati kita akan menjadi tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bermujahadahlah, kerana nafsu itu sentiasa mempengaruhi hati kita, emosi kita, tame the nafs with mujahadah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buatlah kebaikan, agar hati kita tercuci dari noda-noda kejahatan. Good vs evil, good wins, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: it's all up to you! Nak studi ke, nak main game ke...&lt;br /&gt;Pss: Exams coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-845854625010975347?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/845854625010975347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=845854625010975347&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/845854625010975347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/845854625010975347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/05/citer-jepun.html' title='citer jepun'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S9qljrAgkSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xyZDmWBbIDw/s72-c/kung_fu_panda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-7159606206194889830</id><published>2010-04-28T20:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:48:46.091+07:00</updated><title type='text'>apabila segala pertimbangan dioertanggungjawabkan</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila segala tindakan kita disandarkan ke atas emosi, bukan akal dan hati [gabungan], hilanglah segala logika sebagai seorang manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana itulah saya tidak suka membaca berita. Jika bukan berita politik, pasti berita jenayah. Mungkin masih punya cebisan-cebisan kelembutan di dalam hati yang semakin sclerosis[mengeras/scarring] ini. Dan saya sangat tidak suka bersedih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerakusan manusia semakin terserlah. Apakah frasa "go back to your roots" bermaksud kembali berperangai seperti haiwan? Maaf, kata-kata ku ini tampak kasar, namun itulah kenyataan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidaklah saya mengaku bahawa diri ini begitu perfect, seperti malaikat, tiada cacat cela. Bahkan Nabi Muhammad juga menangis, juga berbuat kesilapan. Itulah manusia. Juga seorang insan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuma kita terlupa asal-usul kita. Lahirnya kita.&lt;br /&gt;Benar, kita dilahirkan oleh ibu-ibu kita, tetapi yang membenarkan ibu-ibu kita melahirkan kita adalah...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika Allah tidak membenarkan kita hidup dan tercemar fikiran kita, pasti kita tiada di sini, membaca blog ini, bernafas, dan berfikir sekarang ini. Allah membenarkan kita merasa kehidupan di dunia, yang dikatakan hanyalah sebagai jambatan sementara. Dan Allah memberi kita akal untuk menentukan apakah yang benar dan apa yang tidak benar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulisanku kali ini bernada sedih dan marah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedih dengan keadaan ummah masa kini, dan dengan keadaan 'human race' zaman sekarang. Masih dibuai lalai dengan hiburan. Pengakhiran itu pasti menjelma. Air mata sunyi ku tumpahkan buatmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARAH kepada DIRI SENDIRI. Marah kerana masih tidak bertindak seperti seorang khalifah yang dipertanggungjawabkan untuk membantu ummah. Masih lena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak mampu untuk meminta maaf kepada ummah yang memerlukan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah banyak kali aku menulis sebegini, namun aku masih tiada kekuatan untuk benar-benar bertindak. Aku masih lemas dengan ujian kesenangan, ujian yang paling menggerunkan buat diriku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, berikanlah aku kekuatan, teguhkanlah keimananku, hanya kepada Engkau aku berharap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat allahyarham adik Aminulrasyid, semoga roh adik bersemadi dengan tenang.&lt;br /&gt;Al-fatihah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: marilah kita bersama-sama membina kekuatan, kerana dengan berjemaah, kita berasa lebih kuat, insyaAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-7159606206194889830?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7159606206194889830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=7159606206194889830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/7159606206194889830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/7159606206194889830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/04/apabila-segala-pertimbangan.html' title='apabila segala pertimbangan dioertanggungjawabkan'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-3489096614441951657</id><published>2010-04-26T21:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:17:11.799+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hurm - part 1</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah. Terkejut pun ada, ada orang request suruh update. Terharu laks. Thanx kerana sudi membaca! Anyway. Baru baca post yatee the best. Memang best r. Boleh bayangkan muka dia masa dia cakap. Nak juga menyentuh bab itu, tapi nanti dulu kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini nak berkongsi sedikit tentang pengisian yang dapat disajikan masa Camaraderie haritu, program muslimah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, dalam perancangan yang tak sampai 2 minggu, kami merancang untuk menjemput ustaz Salim A Fillah, klik di &lt;a href="http://www.safillah.co.cc/"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt; dan di &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#%21/profile.php?id=100000502628039&amp;amp;v=info&amp;amp;ref=sgm"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt; untuk mengenal beliau dengan lebih dekat. Seperti yang ramai tahu, di indonesia ini, lahirnya ramai penulis-penulis pelbagai genre dan yang paling hebat adalah penulis-penulis islamik yang tidak begitu rigid dan pandai mengolah ayat. Ustaz ini juga salah seorang daripada penulis-penulis hebat ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contoh tajuk buku beliau adalah "Agar bidadari syurga mencemburui mu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S9VrLVqQ4bI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vxIViCkGb4k/s1600/agar%2520bidadari%2520iri%2520padamu-d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S9VrLVqQ4bI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vxIViCkGb4k/s320/agar%2520bidadari%2520iri%2520padamu-d.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semasa beliau tiba di majlis, saya sedang berucap di depan. Ya Allah semakin gelabah saya, sampai terlupa nak ucap apa kat depan tu. What an embarassment! Now i know something more about myself, saya tak pandai berucap [lost the ability i guess, sebelum ni ok je...sebelum datang Indonesia]. Anyway, dengan gelabahnya, i quickly ended my speech. [Minta maaf dr.chevy, i am inadequate to answer ur questions.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas perasmian dan segala macam, tibalah waktunya untuk pengisian dari ustaz yang telah diterbangkan dari jogjakarta, khas buat mahasiswi malaysia di bandung ni. [rugi betul siapa yang tak datang, siap ada muslimin yang nak ikut!] Tajuknya tak lain dan tak bukan adalah seperti di buku di atas [even if i hoped it was another tajuk....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, saya masih belum membaca buku ini. I'm sorry, but pink really irks me. I don't know why. And i don't know the origin of 'pink is girly' or 'to be a women, you have to be sexy'. not to say that pink is ugly or whatsoever, but everyone is entitled to their opinion, and pink just doesn't get along too well with me. I might wear it, but that doesn't mean that i like pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, going on [bak kata dr.mano]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti biasa, permulaan, kita diingatkan dengan segala hadiah yang dianugerahkan oleh Allah dan segala apa yang kita dilarang oleh Allah. Seharusnya kita bersyukur dengan apa yang kita ada dan apa yang kita tiada. Kerana kesusahan dan kesenangan itu sememangnya ujian dunia yang sangat membingungkan. Kedua-duanya adalah hadiah dan cabaran, tarbiyah dan nikmat yang disajikan oleh Allah untuk memastikan, to make sure whether we are worthy to live in this world we call ours, but in reality it isn't. Untuk membezakan kita dengan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;[Wahaha, rindu tulis skema-skema, bantai la...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ustaz masuk kepada isinya. Isteri kepada Nabi Ibrahim. Siapa dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajar. Kata ustaz, ungkapan cinta si Hajar ini yang paling indah adalah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Jika ini perintah Allah , maka Allah tidak akan menganiayakan kami.."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami? Siapakah kami itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kami" itu adalah Hajar bersama anaknya Ismail.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa Hajar menyatakan Allah tidak akan menganiaya mereka? Apa yang berlaku sebenarnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika ini Nabi Ibrahim diperintah untuk meninggalkan isterinya bersama seorang bayi kecil yang sudah lama diidamkannya di tengah padang pasir yang penghujungnya tidak kelihatan, dan seluas pandangannya tiada beza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S9WaY2n7pkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kZvfcsDTYFk/s1600/padang-pasir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S9WaY2n7pkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kZvfcsDTYFk/s320/padang-pasir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita sebagai wanita pasti akan timbul prasangka terhadap teman kita bukan? Even the slightest weirdest action, from the person close to you, can raise a hypothesis [ x semestinya betul kan?] and raise a question in the hearts of each of us. Nama pun wanita kan? [not to underestimate the women around the world, but that is a gift as a women, ain't it? bring sensitive..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi Hajar, beliau yang telah melahirkan Ismail, kenapa harus ditinggalkan? Bukankah ini zuriatmu, ya Ibrahim? Dan juga, kenapa ditinggalkan di sini? At least, tinggalkanlah kami di tempat yang lebih banyak resources...dengan banyak makanan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajar pasti mempersoalkan Ibrahim. Kerana mereka tetap manusia, dan mereka adalah pasangan suami isteri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa ya suamiku? Mengapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah lama beliau bertanya, akhirnya satu kefahaman lahir di dalam hatinya. Adakah...? Terpacullah kata-kata tersebut dari mulutnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Jika ini perintah Allah , maka Allah tidak akan menganiayakan kami.."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu dia meredhai...&lt;br /&gt;Bersangka baiklah, especially dengan Allah. Kerana Allah itu&amp;nbsp; di dalam prasangka hambaNya [hadith Qudsi]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu Allah memberinya pertolongan...&lt;br /&gt;Kerana Allah pasti menolong mereka-mereka yang layak untuk ditolong. Hajar telah berusaha dengan sepenuh tenaganya untuk menjaga Ismail. Kata ustaz, pasti tidak masuk akal untuk seseorang itu untuk berlari-lari sebanyak 7 kali untuk mencari air. Masakan tidak, kalau kita, pasti di dalam cubaan ke-3 kita sudah give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;To be continued..&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ps: kalao salah, tolong comment ye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-3489096614441951657?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3489096614441951657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=3489096614441951657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3489096614441951657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3489096614441951657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/04/hurm-part-1.html' title='hurm - part 1'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S9VrLVqQ4bI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vxIViCkGb4k/s72-c/agar%2520bidadari%2520iri%2520padamu-d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-6103657050372358962</id><published>2010-04-21T20:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:55:21.372+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sajak pelik buat kekasih</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAISH!!! hahaha, assalamualaikum people!&lt;br /&gt;Bohsan betul belog ni, huhu...penuh dengan angin! Takde pape pun! Huhu, semenjak habis exam aritu, been quite busy [yeke? perasan je lebih!]. never the busy bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis dah exam, habis juga sudah program muslimah. [camaraderie : togetherness, brought to you by girls, for girls] walaupun from my point of view, jadi program syok sendiri [ ya Allah, baru sedar ke?] i hope semua yang terlibat dapatlah beberapa manfaat. kerana anda begitu berharga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hua hua hua, my journey during organising this programme is really interesting. Self discovery tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a bit of something that i have been thinking during this past week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ____,&lt;br /&gt;aku membuat segala-galanya agar aku lebih dekat kepada Mu &lt;br /&gt;aku merancang segalanya agar aku lebih rindu kepada Mu&lt;br /&gt;aku mengikut segala, hanya untuk lebih mengenali Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun,&lt;br /&gt;semakin aku buat, semakin jauh pula aku dari Mu&lt;br /&gt;semakin rancak aku merancang, semakin lupa aku kepada Mu&lt;br /&gt;semakin aku ikut, semakin aku tidak kenal Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bersangka,&lt;br /&gt;Aku mengharap,&lt;br /&gt;Aku merintih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa segalanya tidak seperti yang aku inginkan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin lebih mencintai Mu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ________,&lt;br /&gt;salah ku padamu bukan lah seperti batu-batuan di jalanan...&lt;br /&gt;malah persis pepasir di tepian pantai&lt;br /&gt;bisakah kamu memaafi diriku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berjanji, tidak kan lagi menyakitimu&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Aku cinta padaMu.&lt;br /&gt;Hanya Engkau yang mampu untuk membahgiakan aku&lt;br /&gt;sehingga ke penghujung hayat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan aku, ya _____&lt;br /&gt;aku berdusta dengan kata-kata ku,&lt;br /&gt;perbuatanku fitnah belaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta? CINTA?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya aku&lt;br /&gt;tidak punya kuasa untuk mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;kerana cinta itu &lt;br /&gt;terlalu berat buatku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakan tidak,&lt;br /&gt;pengorbanan tidak berbelah bahagi&lt;br /&gt;hanya buat Kau seorang?&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak mampu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun bukti cinta mu, ______&lt;br /&gt;tidak dapat siapa pun tandingi,&lt;br /&gt;minta maaf...&lt;br /&gt;aku....&lt;br /&gt;tidak layak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maafkan aku.., maafkan aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sila fill in the blank mengikut kesesuaian.&lt;br /&gt;Nak cakap i have experience with love...well, maybe? Love for my parent, love for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;And cinta itu complicated! Susahkan? with love, everything matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, cinta hakiki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta buat Tuhan? Pastilah luar biasa, kerana ia tidak sama, cinta kita kepada Tuhan. Tidak sama ia dengan cinta kita kepada manusia. Hua hua hua, dapat A2 je untuk BM masa SPM, i am not really the smart alec, coz i was so lazy during form 5 [even now too!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, before you fill in the blank with someone's name, let's fill it with God's name, and see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika anda telah berjaya mengenal erti 'mencintai' Tuhan, then you've passed the test, anda dibenarkan untuk mencintai yang lain. Kerana cinta Tuhan itu overrules every other love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: jika anda tidak faham, silakan bertanya...hihi...love you! Allah and you guys, that is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-6103657050372358962?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/6103657050372358962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=6103657050372358962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6103657050372358962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6103657050372358962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/04/sajak-pelik-buat-kekasih.html' title='sajak pelik buat kekasih'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5820767160637369218</id><published>2010-03-25T22:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:30:58.671+07:00</updated><title type='text'>rupa wajah</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, bila baca balik, memang tak best post yang sebelum ini kan? Hua hua, sebenarnya tak mau biar blog ni kosong. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sekarang nak berbicara sedikit tentang wajah. Wajah, muka yang diberikan khas untuk kita. Jarang sekalilah ada yang sama [kecuali kembar, saya takde kembar! huhu, afiqah ada. Siapa dia? biarlah rahsia.haa!] Kalau sama pun, iras-iras sahajalah, tapi tak serupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sangat suka melihat wajah, lagi-lagi wajah sendiri. Haha, &lt;strike&gt;sebab rasa diri cantik!&lt;/strike&gt; Sebab rasa ciptaan Allah itu indah. hm. Setiap kali selepas mandi, mesti tengok cermin, tersengih seorang diri depan cermin. [nasib baik cermin dalam bilik!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S6t8eUEBLII/AAAAAAAAAKc/j68USLdft4Q/s1600/Kea1001_women_watching_mirror_1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S6t8eUEBLII/AAAAAAAAAKc/j68USLdft4Q/s320/Kea1001_women_watching_mirror_1.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya suka melihat reaksi yang dihasilkan oleh segala otot-otot muka. Gembira. Sedih. Marah. Ketawa. Berkerut. Semuanya menarik. Dan setiap orang mempunyai cara yang berbeza untuk berekspresi. Senyum yang berlainan. Ada yang nampak gigi semua [saya] ada yang tak nampak macam senyum langsung, tapi tengah senyum![macam mana tuh?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S6t8lRyK7PI/AAAAAAAAAKk/00iXws4zPEI/s1600/2s_Emotions_v2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S6t8lRyK7PI/AAAAAAAAAKk/00iXws4zPEI/s320/2s_Emotions_v2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But, saya kurang suka melihat orang lain bermasam muka, marah dan segala macam. Sure, it adds to the "sweet-sour"-ness of the life, tapi janganlah berpanjangan. Ambillah peluang untuk senyum. Senyum kan sedekah, kalau kita dah pokai sangat nak menderma [ke kedekut? hehe], dapat juga pahala kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S6t-B0PUR6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/IdwjelCJRII/s1600/angry_baby_head.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S6t-B0PUR6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/IdwjelCJRII/s320/angry_baby_head.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;eh adik, kenapa ni?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya juga kurang suka melihat orang marah. Tak pun tengah mengata orang. Rasa macam buruk sikit lah muka orang tu. Tak pun tengah "ter"-sakitkan hati orang ke, perli-perli ke. Memang nampak tak cantik sikit. Tak tahulah kenapa. Rasa macam hilang seri muka. [bukan KUIH seri muka!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S6t_X2Jr_6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ddgFHCT5bPY/s1600/3989881632_febcd4c485.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S6t_X2Jr_6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ddgFHCT5bPY/s320/3989881632_febcd4c485.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;pinjam gambar cik lydia! em, sedapnya! yong tau foo lagi sedap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, asyik cakap orang je, macam mana diri kita pula? Rasa-rasanya, nampak buruk tak muka masa tengah marah, tak pun masa tengah menipu ke, atau benda-benda lain yang tak patutla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak eksperimen lah, nanti bila tengah marah, cepat-cepat tengok muka sendiri. [sempat ke ingat?] Naudzubillah, tak mahulah, tak best lak. Tak mahu hilang keserian muka! Hua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab itu kita digalakkan untuk bersabar, kerana orang yang tersenyum di dalam keadaan yang mencabar, itulah senyuman yang paling indah. [Senyum ikhlas tau! Bukan yang masam] for me lah. Sebab nya? sebab senyuman itulah yang paling jarang kita nampak, so bila nampak tu, memang THE BEST la! A VERY RARE SMILE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam mana nak dapat smile tu? Adalah cara-cara yang dicadangkan oleh Rasulullah. Kan kalau marah tu kita samakan dengan api didalam diri? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips diambil dari blog &lt;a href="http://www.shafril.com/"&gt;en.shafril&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marah apabila tidak dibendung maka akan membawa perkara yg diluar batasan Jadi Islam mengajar utk menahan marah seperti berikut:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERTAMA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melatih diri untuk bersifat baik dan positif seperti lemah lembut, baik hati, sabar, tenang dalam menghadapi apa-apa situasi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rasulullah saw telah menunjukkan contoh terbaik kepada kita dlm hal ini spt kisah yg berikut :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suatu hari seorg lelaki yg bernama Zaid bin Sa’nah (sebelum keislamannya), datang berjumpa Nabi Muhamad SAW untuk meminta hutang daripada Nabi SAW namun, hutang tersebut belum masanya lagi untuk dibayar. Zaid datang dengan penuh kekerasan dan kekasaran. Nabi menyambut kedatangan Zaid dengan senyuman dan berlapang dada. Umar mengherdik Zaid atas kekasaran Zaid terhadap Rasulullah SAW. Maka, Nabi pun berkata kepada Zaid dan Umar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“aku dan dia (zaid), kami lebih memerlukan kepada sikap yang lain daripada apa yg kamu tunjukkan wahai Umar. Engkau sepatutnya menyuruh aku supaya membayar dengan baik dan menyuruh lelaki tadi (zaid) meminta dengan cara yang baik”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nabi meminta shbt untuk membayar hutang tersebut namun Nabi telah membayar lebih daripada hutang tersebut sebagai tanda memujuk Zaid atas sikap Umar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dgn sikap dan akhlak yg ditunjukkan Nabi maka, akhirnya Zaid memeluk Islam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(hadith riwayat ibnu hibban al-hakim dan at-thabrani)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEDUA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hendaklah seseorang itu menguatkan jiwanya ketika mana dia hendak marah, kemudian ingat tentang akibat buruk marah dan mengingati kelebihan orang yang menahan marah dan memaafkan kesalahan orang lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Firman Allah swt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Orang2 bertakwa ialah org yg berinfak baik diwaktu lapang mahupun sempit, dan org2 yg menahan amarahnya dan memaafkan kesalahan org lain. dan Allah mencintai org yg berbuat kebaikkan” (Al-imran:134)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nabi SAW bersabda bermaksud :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“sesiapa yg menahan marah sedangkan dia mampu melepaskan marahnya Allah akan memanggilnya pada hari kiamat di depan sekalian makhluk sehingga Allah memberinya pilihan untuk dia memilih mana2 bidadari” (hadith riwayat Ahmad, Abu Daud &amp;amp; At-Tirmizi)&lt;br /&gt;“tidak ada seseorang hamba menahan marah kerna Allah ta’ala melainkan Allah akan memenuhinya dgn keamanan dan keimanan” (hadith riwayat Abu Daud)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KETIGA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meminta perlindungan kepada Allah Ta’ala daripada syaitan yg direjam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Firman Allah Ta’ala :&lt;br /&gt;”dan jika syaitan datang menggodamu maka berlindunglah kepada Allah. Sungguh, Dia Maha Mendengar , Maha Mengetahui” (Al-A’raf:200)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 org lelaki bermaki-makian di depan Nabi, salah seorang daripada mereka memaki seorang lagi dengan keadaan merah padam mukanya kerana kemarahan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nabi SAW bersabda maksudnya :&lt;br /&gt;”sesungguhnya aku mengetahui satu kalimah kalaulah kalimah tersebut diucapkan oleh org yg marah itu nescaya akan hilang kemarahannya iaitu aku berlindung dgn Allah Ta’ala daripada syaitan yang direjam”&lt;br /&gt;(hadith riwayat Bukhari dan Muslim)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEEMPAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang yg marah hendaklah mengubah kedudukannya dari berdiri kepada duduk, apabila kedudukan seseorang yg marah itu berdiri maka memudahkan dia untuk mengambil tindakan atas amarahnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nabi SAW bersabda maksudnya :&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;”apabila seseorang kamu marah dalam keadaan berdiri hendaklah dia duduk, jika masih tidak hilang kemarahannya hendaklah dia berbaring secara mengiring” (Hadith riwayat Ahmad &amp;amp; Abu Daud)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KELIMA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tidak berkata-kata kerana kata-kata boleh menambahkan kemarahan dan kata-kata yg telah dilafazkan membuatkan timbul rasa penyesalan tika perasaan marah telah reda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nabi SAW bersabda maksudnya :&lt;br /&gt;”apabila seseorang kamu marah hendaklah dia diam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Nabi saw mengucapkannya 3 kali” (Hadith riwayat Ahmad, Tarmizi &amp;amp; Abu Daud)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEENAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berwudhuk, di mana kemarahan datang daripada syaitan yang dicipta daripada api. maka yg demikian, yang dpt memadamkn api adalah air yg dapat diperolehi daripada berwudhuk demikian dgn izin Allah dapat meredakan kemarahan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nabi SAW bersabda maksudnya :&lt;br /&gt;“sesungguhnya kemarahan adalah daripada syaitan dan syaitan dicipta daripada api, apabila salah seorang kamu marah maka hendaklah dia berwudhuk” (Hadith riwayat Ahmad &amp;amp; Abu Daud)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Ketahuilah sesungguhnya kemarahan adalah bara yang marak menyala di dalam hati anak adam”&lt;br /&gt;(Hadith riwayat Ahmad &amp;amp; Tarmizi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilah kita cuba untuk mengamalkannya, insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: cantik tak muka korang masa tengah marah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5820767160637369218?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5820767160637369218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5820767160637369218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5820767160637369218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5820767160637369218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/03/rupa-wajah.html' title='rupa wajah'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S6t8eUEBLII/AAAAAAAAAKc/j68USLdft4Q/s72-c/Kea1001_women_watching_mirror_1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-6784629085876871285</id><published>2010-03-25T08:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:07:24.749+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa khabar semua? Harap-harapnya siat'sihat belaka lah! InsyaAllah, just believe in Allah. Anyway, dah lama blog ni bersawang kan? [ceh, macam tengah cakap dengan peminat-peminat setia!] Hm, lepas exam, takde mood sangat nak tulis kot. A lot of things going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about passion people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is passion? Passion adalah kesukaan atau perasaan yang kuat terhadap sesuatu. Seperti kawan saya &lt;a href="http://helomilothehamster.blogspot.com/"&gt;aisyah nik mazlan&lt;/a&gt; yang sangat passionate tentang LOMOgraphy nya. [nak tengok camera weh!] Seperti kawanku &lt;a href="http://shimuniri.blogspot.com/"&gt;muniri&lt;/a&gt; yang suka memasak untuk orang-orang kesayangannya! Atau &lt;a href="http://intanfazreen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Intan&lt;/a&gt; dengan program-program jualannya [memang datin businesswoman].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua orang pasti mempunyai passion untuk sesuatu bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i say that i have non? NO! Cos that is a lie, and i don't like to lie [too much, sumtimes can la haha! ish, astaghfirullah] Sejak dari kecil, my passion is....jeng jeng jeng....music! Haha, dari kecil kalo buka mulut je mesti nyanyi! Tak tau nape, kalau dengar music, boleh nyanyi..rasa macam best! [budget suara best..haha!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, i have lots and lots of passion. Haha, tu la, a weak heart, easily flickered! Eh, eh, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24974405@N07/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;? Yep! One of my passion is *snap*snap*...photography! Berbekal dengan camera usang canon EOS 450D, cubalah bakat. InsyaAllah. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suka menulis juga, tapi, sejak kebelakangan ni, saya mengaku dah kurang membaca, jadi kurang idea, jadi kurang karya. Tsk tsk, maybe just perlukan suara-suara pom pom people to cheer me on! Haha, orang lagi, bukan your own passion ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya pun seperti muniri, suka memasak! [patutla semakin gemuk cik fana oi!] masak itu best! lagi best part makan! hua hua hua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish ish, apa point post ni? Bawa bertaubat cik kak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla, sebenarnya nak cakap, semua orang ada passion masing-masing. Semua orang dianugerahkan dengan perasaan dan kesukaan yang berbeza tapi takdelah beza sangat pon. Dan saya proudly to say, i am very passionate about ISLAM. Sebab baru-baru ni [3, 4 tahun yang lalu, baru ke?] I just realized something important...the reason behind our existence. What is it? Untuk menjadi hamba yang terbaik, insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it may seem very trivial to all of you, but it's what's important to me now. It is actually something that kept me sane up until now. [haha, kerenah manusia, memang menggilakan!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is important to you? i'd like to know your passion...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-6784629085876871285?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/6784629085876871285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=6784629085876871285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6784629085876871285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6784629085876871285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/03/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-1515827427084618779</id><published>2010-03-17T20:23:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T05:06:42.393+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip?</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, masih tengah ujian. Esok ada exam PHOP, public health. Semoga segala-galanya lancar. Anyway, i nak bergosip ni nyah! Meh sini, baca lah, jangan dekatkan telinga pulak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S6DFDCSODII/AAAAAAAAAKU/EbrOR9ZI0oI/s1600-h/listen1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S6DFDCSODII/AAAAAAAAAKU/EbrOR9ZI0oI/s320/listen1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak cakap...nak cakap...nak cakap, meh r dekat lagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakcakap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tak baik bergosip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuh, lega. Haha! But it is easier said than done...so, marilah berlatih untuk tidak bergosip! Ia tidak baik untuk kesihatan tau! Very bad. Same class as lemak! huhu. Fight lemak! X baik untuk jantung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok-ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya nak cerita kisah benar seorang kakak yang sedang berusaha untuk menjadi doktor. Kakak ini tersangatlah comel dan tersangatlah lemah-lembut hatinya. Melangkah dia dengan penuh harapan menuju impiannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan punya jalan punya jalan, sampailah ke hospital T. Gembira dia mengucap syukur [takdela melompat]. Masuklah setelah segala persediaan. Okeh! [thumbs up]!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah hari pertama sampai, semenjak dari hari pertama sehingga sekarang, pasti dia pulang dengan langkah lelah. Sampai bilik, sudah tak tertahan, maka melimpahlah segala air yang bertakung di kelopak matanya. Harapannya menjadi seorang doktor yang cemerlang, gemilang dan terbilang, mula terhakis sedikit demi sedikit, atom demi atom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakan tidak? Setiap hari, setiap waktu, setiap jam, pasti dimarah, diherdik, dihina, di depan pesakit juga.. Tidak ubah seperti kuli. Hal yang tidak salah, disalahkan. Apakah, bezakah mereka yang di 'atas' dengan dia yang dibawah sedikit? mungkin kurang pengalaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini, setelah beberapa bulan di dunia hospital, hatinya sudah punah. Impiannya kini hilang. Depresi menghantui diri. Darkness surrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka marah, semoga kerana sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka hina, semoga untuk membina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka herdik, semoga untuk membentuknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benar, itu adalah kebenaran. Tetapi, kakak itu hatinya lembut, seorang wanita yang berseorangan di tempat yang asing. Tidak mampu untuk berkata apa. Hanya berusaha untuk menghadapi hidupnya sehari demi sehari. Semoga dia terus tabah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, berikanlah dia ketabahan. Semoga hari-harinya yang mendatang lebih elok dari sebelumnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Allah tidak membebani seseorang melainkan sesuai dengan kesanggupannya...." Al-baqarah : 286&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: cerita ini telah diolah...tetapi intipatinya adalah kisah benar...di negara tercinta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-1515827427084618779?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1515827427084618779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=1515827427084618779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/1515827427084618779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/1515827427084618779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/03/gossip.html' title='Gossip?'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S6DFDCSODII/AAAAAAAAAKU/EbrOR9ZI0oI/s72-c/listen1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-2619716562582836367</id><published>2010-03-13T14:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:02:33.920+07:00</updated><title type='text'>minggu saket sedunia!</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti yang anda semua tahu [kalo x tahu juga, hm, x tahulah nak cakap apa, nyah!], minggu depan, kitorang ada exam. HUa, hua hua, berhempas-pulas lah diorang semua ni stadi [keyword: DIORANG, maksudnya tak termasuk saya!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sudah menjadi trend remaja zaman sekarang untuk menghidap beberapa penyakit menjelang hari peperiksaan mereka, sekian saya melaporkan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S5suzUdMgYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ua31rQcVfxM/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S5suzUdMgYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ua31rQcVfxM/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eh, xlah! Awak tidak membuat saya sakit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, setiap kali nak exam, saya mesti sakit. [Eh yeke? ke buat-buat sakit?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S5szzRniOvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3QCgYVOASIk/s1600-h/sick.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S5szzRniOvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3QCgYVOASIk/s320/sick.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Huhu, xdela sakit sampai berbungkus-bungkus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang ni, satu rumah dah sakit &lt;strike&gt;hati&lt;/strike&gt; flu. Dan kalau nak tahu bila musim sakit, tengoklah kalender, kalau masa tu nak exam, itu adalah musim sakit! Kalau saya sakit, ubat paling best adalah tidur! Jadi, tak stadilah, jawab exam pun dengan konfidennya lah, mesti dapat A punya! Macam-macam sakit ada, demam, selsema yang berlebihan, batuk yang tidak sembuh, perut yang angin je, tapi sakit tak terkata Dan macam-macam lagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this pathologic [memang sakit] atau physiologic[buat-buat sakit]?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa pun, marilah sama-sama kita menjaga kesihatan kita, kerana ia juga merupakan anugerah dari Allah. Yelah, macam kita dapat hadiah handset [blackberry lagi tu Jah!] atau camera nikon d50 yang mantap tu..xke kita jaga dengan sepenuh hati kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simptom-simptom sakit ini datang dari&lt;br /&gt;1. makan yang tak terjaga [aka berlebihan, yela, otak kita pun perlukan makanan, ye tak?]&lt;br /&gt;2. Tidur yang tidak sistematik [mesti tidur banyak! Otak kita dah penat keje!]&lt;br /&gt;3. Dan sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi? Mari kita jaga ek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sabda       Rasulullah Sallallahu Alaihi Wasallam :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;       Maksudnya :&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;       Dari Ibnu Abbas Radiallahu-Anhuma dari       Rasulullah Sallallahu Alaihi Wasallam bersabda : Dua nikmat yang       kebanyakan manusia terpedaya dengannya ialah waktu sehat dan masa lapang.&lt;/i&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Riwayat Al-Imam Al-Bukhari).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Take care guys! Jangan lupa, banyakkan minum air, makan mesti tepat waktu, tidur mesti cukup! And last but not least, sentiasalah berdoa kepadaNya, Allah jugalah penyedia rezeki buat kita...insyaAllah! Moga HIS, x payah remed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-2619716562582836367?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2619716562582836367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=2619716562582836367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/2619716562582836367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/2619716562582836367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/03/minggu-saket-sedunia.html' title='minggu saket sedunia!'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S5suzUdMgYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ua31rQcVfxM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5052158924136911025</id><published>2010-03-11T08:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:38:51.461+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Datang Lagi!</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tora&lt;/strike&gt; Exam Datang Lagi! [baca dengan gaya permen kotak tora ok?]&lt;br /&gt;But there are no free gifts that comes along with it.&lt;br /&gt;Just sweat and a few transient loss of consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doakan kami ok?&lt;br /&gt;Untuk mereka yang sedang dalam proses ambil result SPM, tabahlah please? Tak suka betul dengar berita "pelajar bunuh diri". Let's not make it a trend. Apa-apa pun, all the best okay? Kerana semua yang diterima itu adalah takdir Allah, dan juga ujian dariNya. And He knows best what is good for us, and whether we re strong enough for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi yakinlah! Di sebalik segala-galanya, pasti ada hikmah indah yang tersembunyi syahdu, sehingga anda berusaha dan sabar dalam mencarinya, anda pasti akan menjumpainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: i love &lt;a href="http://www.mylovemonument.blogspot.com/"&gt;yati&lt;/a&gt;! hehe...you're the best! jom gi makan steak lepas exam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5052158924136911025?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5052158924136911025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5052158924136911025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5052158924136911025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5052158924136911025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/03/exam-datang-lagi.html' title='Exam Datang Lagi!'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-875887984920123586</id><published>2010-03-09T19:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:42:56.522+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Syukur</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam selama 3 jam lebih, ditakdirkan tiada elektrik di bumi jatinangor. Kalau anda perasan, beberapa hari di dalam beberapa minggu lepas juga terdapat beberapa hari yang tiada elektrik. Kesian juga bagi mereka yang tidak bernasib baik, no electricity from 4 am until 2 am the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa tiada elektrik semalam, terdetik pula di hati untuk singgah ke bilik Huda. Naik-naik, lihat dia sedang memerhatikan laptop nya. Apa lah yang budak ni tengok tengah-tengah gelap ni. Join la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok kat skrin, ada gambar masjid, satu ada kubah warna emas, satu lagi panjang, dan kubah dia warna biru kehijauan gelap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, itulah masjid al-aqsa dan dome of the rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S5b0kPFOKAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Uv8n8x0PB9w/s1600-h/Al_Aqsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S5b0kPFOKAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Uv8n8x0PB9w/s320/Al_Aqsa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446809702712092674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuba korang tunjukkan yang mana adalah al-aqsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu, kan tiada elektrik kan. Lepas dah membazir masa, tak tahu nak buat apa, duduk la kat dalam bilik, cuba baca buku sikit guna lampu handphone. Oh my gosh! Pening kepala dibuatnya. Sah, mesti power kaca mata dah naik! Diakibatkan kepala mereng pening-pening lalat, baring-baringlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teteiba terfikir. Kita yang baru beberapa jam takde lektrik, dah tak tau nak wat apa dah. What about those yang dekat Palestine? Yang waktu elektrik dia lagi la tak tentu? Kat Gaza? Yang hospital yang tengah operation, tiba-tiba takde elektrik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita mengeluh, kita sumpah seranah [huhu, one of them]. Bagaimana mereka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, next time, i will train my brain to be more dominant. Before doing or saying anything, my brain [yoohoo! brainy! hear me!!!] must say to my mouth and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up! Listen! What do you know!? Let me think first ok! Don't overdo it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kita berjaya memberhentikan mulut, dan lagi-lagi nafsu kita dalam bertindak tanpa berfikir! Moga juga fikiran kita sentiasa suci lagi menyucikan, insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, masa gelap ni, apa yang boleh kita buat? [kalau takde elektrik waktu malam]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, pastikan bateri laptop anda [dan kawan anda juga! kalau dah habis, pinjam laptop dia pulak!] sentiasa penuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, pastikan laptop anda dibekalkan dengan video2, artikel2 yang bermanfaat [menghiburkan pun boleh juga]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd, ajak kwan-kawan anda ramai-ramai menikmati video2 itu. Takpun kita ber'diskusi'. Jangan mengumpat pula ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps...i dunno what to say. If i am living in Palestine rite now, how would i turn out to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S5b341WHlGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zd6B1eHpWMc/s1600-h/image0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S5b341WHlGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zd6B1eHpWMc/s320/image0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446813355115779170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? How are you if you were living in Palestine...? Do comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-875887984920123586?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/875887984920123586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=875887984920123586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/875887984920123586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/875887984920123586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/03/syukur.html' title='Syukur'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S5b0kPFOKAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Uv8n8x0PB9w/s72-c/Al_Aqsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-2164045979632184739</id><published>2010-03-08T16:04:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:08:26.548+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week exam ya teman-teman? Fuh. Nak cakap berdebar, tak sangat kot. Entahlah. Tsk. Sebab selalu beri harapan pada diri sendiri. Okay, terlupa kejap nak tulis apa sebenarnya. Dah ingat dah. Haha, nervous nak exam la kan? Alhamdulillah, nervous jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Lately, selalu sangat buka youtube. Dah lama tak buka dengan frequentlynya. Banyak kegunaan youtube sebenarnya, especially kami yang study medic, sebenarnya, nak tengok OSCE boleh tengok kat youtube, tapi ada beberapa prosedur yang mungkin tak sama dengan prosedur di tempat anda. As long as you get the point of doing that skills pun Ok lah sebenarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, video kat youtube sangat banyak genrenya. Berusahalah untuk tidak melihat yang tidak patut ya! Since i was a musicianwannabe[still is actually], banyaklah buka video-video yang musicianwannabe juga post sendiri. Owh, sungguh beraninya mereka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, walaupun pernah perform dengan band dekat depan ramai orang [depan sultan pun pernah kot? time merdeka dengan birthday sultan selangor, untuk tour de langkawi pun pernah! Baru teringat, owh, nostalgia...] ataupun pernah perform lagu sekolah sorang-sorang atas stage dengan pengetua, cikgu and fellow students tengok [mrsm..wargh! teringat juga...nostalgia..], debaran main depan orang tu masih ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa wujud debaran ni? Kurang PD, percaya diri. Takut buat kesilapan. Kenapa takut buat kesilapan? Sebab, dah buat silap, tak boleh pusing kembali. Because time could not be repeated. Time passed will become a history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, orang-orang hebat ini berjaya mengekspresi kan emosi ke dalam muzik mereka. Saya bila lagi? Ngah, jealous juga dengan kebolehan mereka untuk main muzik dengan senangnya  hanya dengan mendengar, play by ear, that is. Tetapi, setiap orang mempunyai kelebihan mereka tersendiri bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah ciptakan setiap seorang dari kita uniquely UNALIKE. Serupa tetapi berbeza. With the fingerprints and all. We may have the same interest, but in the end, we are different. Dan kita berjaya untuk disatukan kembali dengan kalimah cinta yang agung, dua kalimah syahadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i admit we have differences. But, the differences are so small that it dosen't matter that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I are made out of carbon and oxygens.&lt;br /&gt;You and I have eyes, mouth, more importantly, a brain.&lt;br /&gt;You and I both have still beating hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah benda-benda besar dalam hidup kita, dianugerahkan oleh Allah. Betul tak? Kalau takde jantung, we are not alive. Kalau takde otak[literally], kita pun tak boleh hidup. Dan tak wujudnya carbon dan oxygen atau atom sekalipun, there is no existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, kenapa perlu kita MENCARI apa yang berbeza antara kita? Aren't we all suppose to unite because of our SAME-ness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: lost for words kejap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=URpJJNstK0M"&gt;Here'&lt;/a&gt;s a video of one of this geniuses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-2164045979632184739?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2164045979632184739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=2164045979632184739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/2164045979632184739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/2164045979632184739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/03/exam.html' title='Exam'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-4082122591027577850</id><published>2010-03-07T10:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T10:06:16.755+07:00</updated><title type='text'>iBest</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah. 1st, tahniah saya ucapkan kepada majlis tertinggi IMAN kerana telah mengadakan satu program pengeratan ukhuwah yang sangat mantap, walaupun baru 2 minggu dilantik menjadi pengganti tahun ini. Inisiatif anda sangat menarik dan insyaAllah, efektif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bermula pada pagi sabtu [semalam]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, i dunno why, but this week i am a bit tired. Actually, 2 weeks. Takut pula ada sakit apa-apa. But, perasaan je kot. Maybe juga sebab selalu sangat bangun lambat. It&amp;nbsp; knocks off my week, jadi tak best. I hate waking up late. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, program iBest memang best, cuma, penat dan tiada semangat mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penat kenapa? Penat melayan manusia ke? Maybe penat melayan kerenah diri sendiri. Hurm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i need sometime alone, to reconstruct and to refresh myself...oh Allah, i need some time with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pss: rasa macam nak tido seminggu. Next week exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-4082122591027577850?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/4082122591027577850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=4082122591027577850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4082122591027577850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4082122591027577850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/03/ibest.html' title='iBest'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5344164887187525063</id><published>2010-03-06T06:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T06:56:27.933+07:00</updated><title type='text'>right...back on track...</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, susah betul nak bangun kan lepas terjatuh. Teringat semalam, balik dari Mentor's corner [macam usrah untuk nuqaba' kot?] Dah maghrib dah time tu. Berjalanlah kami untuk pulang. Jalan ke gerbang, angkot tiada pula. [angkot = seakan mini van.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S5GV0zdt8AI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SImasZRCyEQ/s1600-h/angkot1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S5GV0zdt8AI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SImasZRCyEQ/s320/angkot1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;gambar dari blog sape ntah, nanti saya amik gambar sendiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Huhu, nasib baik dalam masa 3 minit, ada angkot datang. Macam teksi jugak la, tapi lagi ramai boleh duduk and lagi murah. Anyway. Naiklah angkot tersebut. I was the last person to naik the angkot. But...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As i was stepping in to sit at the place where you are suppose to sit. Angkot tu dah jalan dah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I lost my balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And i fell. [bukan kat atas jalan lah, dekat dalam angkot. Huhu..segannya!!!! T_T]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But what interest me is, how long it took me to become aware of my *ridiculous* pose i was in and to realize that i had fell. Lama la juga jatuh terduduk tu. [Wah, malunya bila ingat balik!] Nasib baik dalam angkot tu tak ramai orang. Ada lah dalam 2 orang passenger, and kitorang 4 orang. Fuh. And one of them was a guy. And he helped me up. [sorry, segan sangat sampai tak sempat nak cakap terima kasih, dia turun just a few minutes after i fell]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It kind of remind me when i had a bit of a downfall lately. Lama juga la nak rasa ok balik. [not la 1 week, 2-3 hari kot?] nak berdepan balik dengan orang-orang lain. Nak tersenyum kembali. And nak hilangkan rasa tension. Masa dalam angkot tu, i could see the guy and my friend tried to help me. But a few days back, i had no one to help me, except Allah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can never rely on anyone like i rely on you, oh Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ps: teringat kisah Suhailah. Inna lillahi wa inna lillahi rajiun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pss: zati's uncle had just passed away. Let's pray for his well being in the other world. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5344164887187525063?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5344164887187525063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5344164887187525063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5344164887187525063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5344164887187525063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/03/rightback-on-track.html' title='right...back on track...'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S5GV0zdt8AI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SImasZRCyEQ/s72-c/angkot1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-4406645333634720801</id><published>2010-03-02T23:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:45:57.241+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu, tonight, i really learned something. And tonight, i've put aside those "words" kat atas sana, [sorry eleanor, there are truth to your words, but i can't apply it always, u know]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, i've never realised this. Farhana, awak adalah seorang yang self centered jerk yang sangat buruk perangainya. Astaghfirullah. I wish i could scold myself. I wish i could punish myself. But, being myself, that is never gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suka sangat menyusahkan orang semenjak dari kecil lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suka susahkan your sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suka susahkan your parents and penjaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suka susahkan EVERYONE who happens to be around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know i understand why i am so afraid of people. Sebab saya suka susahkan orang. Faham ke? takpelah, biar saya seorang je faham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam ini, saya a bit emotional, sebabnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebabnya saya tak jaga ibadah saya, saya tak jaga hubungan saya dengan Allah. And it really affect EVERYTHING that i do. The things i say, my actions and...everythinglah! And saya tak jaga hubungan saya dengan manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, i guess i am not as strong as You think i am. I tried, but i guess i never tried hard enough. You are the source of my strength oh Allah. And i am sorry. I can never finish asking for Your forgiveness, and for my friends's forgiveness, for i have sinned, and i have done something wrong towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be in pain for awhile, oh Allah. I should be punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who i have hurt, in the past and present. I hope someday you will find a space [maybe a speck] to forgive, and i will rejoice when the time comes, and when that day comes, i will truly smile again..insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: maafkan saya N, S, D, N, H, Z, A, A, A, N, and all others...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-4406645333634720801?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/4406645333634720801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=4406645333634720801&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4406645333634720801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4406645333634720801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/03/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5258412539773846357</id><published>2010-02-28T19:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:56:11.080+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Original Recipe</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's learn to be original!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~O-R-I-G-I-N-A-L~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's kinda hard, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;........................................&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Just have to LEARN i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: useless post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Allah for guidance. He's the true guider...[is there such word? dunno]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5258412539773846357?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5258412539773846357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5258412539773846357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5258412539773846357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5258412539773846357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/original-recipe.html' title='Original Recipe'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-3292606930465918240</id><published>2010-02-28T10:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T10:15:43.850+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurm lagi...</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey People!!! Yes, you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakaka [lagi sekali budget ramai yang baca blog boooohhhssaaannn ini]. Penat. But Best. But not so great. Tidak mengapalah. Next time. Sorry Farizan, that was a great idea, doa rabithah.I guess i still have a lot to learn about being a true muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK-ay, Semalam punya usrah memang besssttt! Thanx my dear sisters. berbincang dengan korang memang refreshing. And i realllllly lurve it when you guys open up to me. It's heartwarming. Macam nak menangis kejap. Gimme a sec...sob sob! Baru terasa usrah. thanx adik2ku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope next week sama gak! JOm usrah lagi! [Huhu, kena korek otak lagi, pikir nak watpe. F to the U to the N! But that's half the fun of being with them] Anyway. Lepas usrah yang gila gempak itu, pergilah jatos [haha, dengan confidentnya, sedangkan VIDEO untuk TRILOGI KASIH beluuuuuuum siap lagi! pendek je kot...haish!] Pagi tu takde elektrik kat kawasan rumah kitorang. But then, masa kat JATOS diorang cakap dah ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNFORTUNATELY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik rumah, masih takde elektrik. Best gile ar! Hidup kat sini memang kena &lt;strike&gt;banyak&lt;/strike&gt; bersabar. Bukan. mengajar erti kesabaran yang sebenar. Sungguh! And, to me la kan, kalau tak sabar, sure dah masuk hospital tanjung rambutan. Jadi gila lah! Sebab asyik marah-marah je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, Sabar itu dihadirkan dalam hidup manusia sebagai balance, to balance a person's rational and emotions. Tetapikan, at times, bersabar tu macam ada limit pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jangan buat sampai aku hilang sabar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know sabar ada limit. Adakah diukur menggunakan keimanan kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sabar adalah separuh daripada iman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Kalaulah kita cepat hilang sabar tu, maka keimanan kita pun kurang sebenarnya kan? sebab separuh daripada iman tu, adalah kesabaran, jadi kalau sabar tu kurang, iman pun kurang kan? [haha, ulang balik ayat yang sama...sian korang, ada perasaan deja vu tak? hihi]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, is it like this? Bersabar tu ada tempatnya, takkan nak setiap waktu bersabar je?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betul juga tu. Huhu, dah pening dah, tak tahu nak tulis apa dah. Jom kita pikir ramai-ramai. 1, 2, 3...cepat fikir! [supaya kesabaran anda tidak hilang]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Sebenarnya nak tulis pasal cerita yang saya karangkan tak habis2...uhuhu, hilang ilham. Noooo! [bercita-cita nak jadi penulis...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-3292606930465918240?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3292606930465918240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=3292606930465918240&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3292606930465918240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3292606930465918240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/hurm-lagi.html' title='Hurm lagi...'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-6757316621025450470</id><published>2010-02-26T10:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T10:51:39.573+07:00</updated><title type='text'>woahhhh!</title><content type='html'>Bimillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah! New way to see things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester ini, kitorang belajar hematology. Basically, its about anything yang ada kaitan dengan darah, And its very interesting. Macam mana red blood cell yang mengandungi hemoglobin yang sangat kecil, saaaaaangat kecil tau, lagi kecil dari semut punya **** [if they ever excrete any stuffs] nak tgk pun kena guna microscope yang super canggih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok sambung dengan hemoglobin [aka Habe, hehe] yang extremely, massively small boleh bawa oksigen ke tubuh badan kita yang besor ni [saya mengaku saya besor]. Without transport system ni, sure punyalah kita mati kelemasan...oksigenless! Otak kita rosak gilalah kalau xde oksigen ni. And a single change in the protein configuration [bayangkan susunan lego yang tengah-tengah dia ada benda yang bukan lego, kan rosak susunan lego tu kan? and shrink it thousand-thousand times] terjadilah sakit yang boleh membahayakan diri. Serius!!! Subhanallah! Thanx Allah, for everything yang sangat puuuuurrrrfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah kuasa Allah, serius! Mana ada manusia yang mencipta manusia baru...atau makhluk baru. Nada! Even the things yang manusia cipta [alat-alatan] kena update sentiasa. Manusia? ada ke manusia version 1, version1.1, version 2003 ke... suma sama je kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, nak cite benda lain sebenarnya. Ok2, sistem ni, saya di groupkan dengan kanak-kanak riand dari rumah Brownelley. Fuuuuh, 6 orang kanak-kanak ribena brownelly. Kecoh. Best! Its an experience i will never ever forget. Berkenalan dengan korang dengan lebih dalam,&amp;nbsp; i just LOOOOOOVVVEEEE IT! I LUV Y'ALL grup 27...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wewe, Intan, Sarah, Zila Jali, Tengku Aisyah, Yati Yatos, Banusha, Janakan, Uzair yang di gelarkan sebagai pelawak [sorry uzair, ak x mo la panggil ko pelawak, mesti ko terluka, huhu] ngan haikal yang diorang ske wat skandal [x paham aku, nyah!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys know, satu group ngan korang sangat membuka minda! And setiap hari saya akan tersenyum. Saya sangat suka! Korang memang ada POSITIVE vibe yang sangat bagus. Korang memang happy-happy go lucky [walaupun sometimes kemasaman memanjang]. And i have learned so much from you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i can be like you guys, dan collaborate your POSITIVENESS and dakwah works...insyaAllah. Sebabnya, selama saya berjinak dengan kerja-kerja "mengajak kpd kebaikan" ni, mesti gloomy and bila dengar je mesti, "Allah, BERATnya". So, orang yang "diajak kpd kebaikan" pun akan rasa BERAT juga, betul x kawan? Sedangkan islam itu beautiful and easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn to make people smile all the time too! Like you Rasulullah...&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Salam Maulidur Rasul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-6757316621025450470?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/6757316621025450470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=6757316621025450470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6757316621025450470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6757316621025450470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/woahhhh.html' title='woahhhh!'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-2572297598800987589</id><published>2010-02-25T01:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T01:00:19.201+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sambungan artikel "friendly" sket...</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok nak sambung sket. Kan ada tulis "apa tujuan kita diciptakan di dunia ni?" dalam artikel sebelum ni &lt;friendly&gt;. So apa jawapan dia?&lt;/friendly&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalifah Allah?&lt;br /&gt;Untuk menjadi Hamba?&lt;br /&gt;Untuk berbakti kepadaNya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya soklan tu boleh dikategorikan sekali dengan soklan "kenapa kita dicipta?"&lt;br /&gt;Dan jawapan semua di atas adalah benar. Tapi saya suka jawapan yang ni [tahukah anda, masa 1st yr br saya betul2 faham ayat2 ni?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan ini ada 3 rangkai, dari manakah kita? untuk apa? dan ke mana kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita datangnya dari?....[apa? sperma? ovum? wow, bagus korang ni, scientific sungguh!]&lt;br /&gt;Dari Dia yang Maha Penyayang. fahamkan ayat ni?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;We come from Him...He gives us the breath of life, and the power to live... Kun Fayakun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk Apa? Jawapan dia ada dalam surah Az-Zariyat ayat? 56 rasanya...jap check jap...ya betul!&lt;br /&gt;"Aku tidak menciptakan jin dan manusia melainkan agar mereka beribadah kepadaKu"..dan ibadah itu pelbagai...it does not restrict to a certain form of act. Pernah dengar orang cakap, kalau kita niatkan kerja kita "special" hanya kerana Allah, itu ibadah juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke mana kita?....&lt;br /&gt;kepadaNya juga kita kembali. Dan kematian itu adalah guru yang baik buat manusia yang maha pelupa dan melupakan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kita lebih memahami erti kewujudan kita di dunia ini...insyaAllah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-2572297598800987589?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2572297598800987589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=2572297598800987589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/2572297598800987589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/2572297598800987589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/sambungan-artikel-friendly-sket.html' title='Sambungan artikel &quot;friendly&quot; sket...'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-7036797358909946347</id><published>2010-02-24T19:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:00:25.593+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a dark heart</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari yang penuh...how do you say it? Bukanlah cabaran. Bukanlah halangan. Tapi, banyak tempuhan lah! ok. Sebenar dah lama nak tulis post ni. Baru sambung balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, baru-baru ni &lt;a href="http://atrash88.blogspot.com/"&gt;Atrash&lt;/a&gt; ada buat award...best blog award! Haha. Ada sedikit jealous, tapi takpe, saya tak kisah pun. Saya tahu saya ni agak bosan [haha, burok perangai, mengaku lak tuh!], nak buat macam mana? Saya memang suka benda-benda yang orang lain akan anggap bosan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau orang lain bosan, macam mana saya nak "get hip" dengan orang lain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i can act as myself so much. [Hoho, personaliti buruk sangat sampai kena hide diri sendiri?] Ataupun, takut nak menunjukkan belang, nanti orang tak suka kah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak, tidak. Kan ada post sebelum ni, be urself, coz everybody else is taken! Its just, you have to figure out who you really are! And then, act like that person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, macam mana nak tahu siapa diri kita? Lihatlah kepada pegangan kita. [wah, wah, macam kau tahu siapa kau sebenarnya, farhana!! =P] Apapun jangan lupa...kita tetap seorang HAMBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukanlah seorang Tuan...&lt;br /&gt;Bukan juga seorang Mem besar...&lt;br /&gt;Bukan seorang yang tiada apa...&lt;br /&gt;Kita HAMBA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punya SANG PENCIPTA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why don't we, as we go along serving our Lord, we find our true self too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish, maaflah, terpaksa dengan "kerepek" saya ni...semoga sedap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: berbalik kepada pertandingan tadi, mcm mana nak berdepan dengan Rasulullah, kalau diri sendiri pun masih tak sure dengan sendiri? Ha, tengok, ayat pun dah berbelit. hua hua hua...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-7036797358909946347?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7036797358909946347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=7036797358909946347&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/7036797358909946347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/7036797358909946347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/dark-heart.html' title='a dark heart'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-521546926562510937</id><published>2010-02-22T21:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:23:08.882+07:00</updated><title type='text'>friendly</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, masih bernafas dengan sihatnya. Masih juga di dalam nikmat Iman dan Islam. Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, saya suka ber"blogwalking". Its very interesting to see people write. Macam-macam ada. About life. About assignments. About their feelings. Yang paling suka baca adalah cerita tentang pengalaman yang ditakdirkan oleh Allah untuk seseorang itu lalui. Dan lagi suka kalau ada pengajaran. Seperti di dalam Al-Quran [tak ingat ayat apa], "the signs are all around us. U just have to believe" macam tu lah intipati ayat tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah dah cipta maaaaaaaaacam-macam untuk kita. Serius! Nasi ada, ayam ada, sayur ada...telur, daging, ikan, buah-buahan. [Tengah cuba nak membayangkan kalau benda-benda penting ni takde. NOOOo!!!] Nampak sangat suka makan ek? Anyways, setiap yang Allah cipta tu, mesti ada kegunaan. So, apa kegunaan kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why were we created? Adakah kita hidup ini untuk membawa kemusnahan kepada apa yang Allah telah ciptakan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope we're not like that. Betapa tak bersyukur nya kita kan? Kalau kita wat benda2 ni. Anyway, nak promote gak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAN ada wat contest. I don't know kalau berkesan atau tidak, but it's a "What will YOU say" contest. Situasinya adalah, apakah yang akan anda katakan jika anda bertemu Rasulullah. Uuuu, i don't have a clue actually. I think if I meet him, i'd probably run away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enuff said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: post yang pelik...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-521546926562510937?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/521546926562510937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=521546926562510937&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/521546926562510937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/521546926562510937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/friendly.html' title='friendly'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-82073887684767498</id><published>2010-02-20T08:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T08:40:46.472+07:00</updated><title type='text'>erm...</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wai....senyap sungguh blog ni...wakakaka, nak letak nuffnang lah? hihi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-82073887684767498?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/82073887684767498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=82073887684767498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/82073887684767498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/82073887684767498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/erm.html' title='erm...'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5293383736453311371</id><published>2010-02-20T07:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T07:49:21.302+07:00</updated><title type='text'>waliao!</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waliowei! Wa tadak reti itu bahasa lo. U jangan nak kaco-kaco i, okaayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa cakap macam ni? Sebab tadi duduk sebelah Jason ngan Galvin da Chinamen masa lab CRP [belajar disease outbreak pakai epi info] Huhu, dah lama tak cakap macam tu, rindu pulak dengan kawan-kawan lama kat sekolah assunta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu, sekolah biasa [sebelum masuk mrsm]. Saya biasanya kat sekolah duduk sebelah non-muslim, masa sekolah rendah, biasa duduk ngan chinese. Masa sekolah menegah, duduk dengan chinese and indian. Adalah beberapa kali duduk dengan malays, tapi.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan apa. Sometimes, duduk dengan diorang rasa lagi hepi. Haha. Teringat one friends...Shalini Darmaraju [i miss u dear friend]. Kenal masa form 1, duduk sebelah-sebelah. Masa 1st duduk ngan dia [pertengahan tahun sebab bdk sebelah dapat gi sbp] memang tak rapat sangat kot, sebab dia dah ada group of friends dia sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, one day, dia pun join the band [i dah join dulu sebelum dia..ekekeke]. and from that moment on, we kick off as good friends. I have always been indoctrinated by people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st doctrin : "Indians are not good people. They are bad and very smelly. They are not to be trusted." [Maybe that was based on their past experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd doctrin : "Chinese are good. But selfish. But still, they will be the one that is successful.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rc doctrin : "Malays are weak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about doctrin ni kan, ada yang setengahnya betul, ada yang langsung salah, ada yang sipi-sipi betul dan sebagainya. Dan doktrin ini akan wujud apabila kita telah mengalaminya. Tetapi, semenjak saya berkenalan dengan manusia yang bernama Shalini Darmaraju, dan Lee Shih Liang, senior-senior seperti Loy Z May [lupa lak nama], dan lain-lain lagi [i miss u guys sooooo much!], at one point, ada benarnya....but most of the time....they are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, doktrin-doktrin di atas kembali menghantui diri apabila di mrsm. Dan dia sangat kuat sampai dah tertanam betul2 kat dalam sifat diri. Susah betul nak buang. Sebabnya, kita memang akan judge orang berdasarkan pengalaman lepas. Nak buat cane? cakap je x nak judge, tp...judge jugak....Manusia dengan persepsinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok2...the point is. These non-muslim friends, they are more helpful and more caring. seriously. diorang lagi sopan and berterus-terang. Adalah jugak gossip2 kat belakang, tapi in the end diorang akan minta maaf. Seriously. [haha, seriously kali kedua] Terharu dengan diorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, nak bagi satu ayat lah yang ustaz pernah cakap by a travelling syeikh...tak ingat...nanti cari balik, insyaAllah..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"ke Eropah, jumpa islam tanpa muslim, di mesir, jumpa muslim tanpa islam..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something like that. I want to be a Muslim, with Islam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: apa maksud artikel ni? saya dah loss dah...hua hua hua...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5293383736453311371?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5293383736453311371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5293383736453311371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5293383736453311371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5293383736453311371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/waliao.html' title='waliao!'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-4681873841571969039</id><published>2010-02-16T17:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:47:54.667+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sungai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, berlalu sudah satu program. Nama program tu "le fleur dior" bertemakan 3R! Refresh ur body, Re-zest ur soul, Rezone ur mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sebenar-benarnya, prog ni diadakan untuk memperkenalkan Le Fleur Dior, rebranding of Raudhah. Seperti mana yang kita tahu, manusia ni ada satu sifat yang pelik, dia nak kepada kebaikan, tapi allergic sikit kalau bersangkut paut dengan agama. I x tau la kenapa you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Tetapi, rasanya orang still x paham sangat kot apa tu LFDior tu. Xpe-xpe, asalkan semua orang relax dan dapat tenangkan fikiran. Kat mana lagi nak tenangkan fikiran. if not with Allah's wonderful nature. Memang best la gi sungai.. mcm nak gi lagi. huhu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Objektif lainnya adalah mengeratkan ukhuwah. Semoga objektif yg ni tercapai, baru la kenal sape twinning, sape farmasi. Sayang jgk, kengkawan fkg xde. Xpe la, diorang baru balik dari cuti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Semoga prog ke depan lebih best! Maaf ya, saya sbg salah satu orang utama, masih banyak kekurangan. Huhu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S3oDeIEOEkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/m6_M8iPpaSY/s1600-h/285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S3oDeIEOEkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/m6_M8iPpaSY/s320/285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-4681873841571969039?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/4681873841571969039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=4681873841571969039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4681873841571969039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4681873841571969039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/sungai.html' title='sungai!'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S3oDeIEOEkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/m6_M8iPpaSY/s72-c/285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-3440880157221880718</id><published>2010-02-11T20:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:47:32.129+07:00</updated><title type='text'>loss</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lost for words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost for directions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost for happiness? never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be right back? Let me be loss for a while..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-3440880157221880718?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3440880157221880718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=3440880157221880718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3440880157221880718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3440880157221880718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/loss.html' title='loss'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-6693086494755749243</id><published>2010-02-08T22:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:52:32.678+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Necklace</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing lagi satu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="posttitle"&gt;      &lt;h2&gt;The Necklace&lt;/h2&gt;      &lt;p class="post-info"&gt;January 18, 2010 by &lt;a href="http://eternaldwelling.wordpress.com/author/eternaldwelling/" title="Posts by Abdurrahman"&gt;Abdurrahman&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cheerful little girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them, a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Oh mommy please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please?”&lt;br /&gt;Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl’s upturned face.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“A dollar ninety-five. That’s almost $2.00. If you really want them, I’ll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday’s only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night as he finished the story, he asked Jenny, “Do you love me?”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yes, daddy. You know that I love you.”&lt;br /&gt;“Then give me your pearls.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess, the white horse from my collection, the one with the pink tail. Remember, daddy? The one you gave me. She’s my very favorite.”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s okay, Honey, daddy loves you. Good night.” And he brushed her cheek with a kiss.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;About a week later, after the story time, Jenny’s daddy asked again, “Do you love me?”&lt;br /&gt;“Daddy, you know I love you.”&lt;br /&gt;“Then give me your pearls.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby doll. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper.”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian style.&lt;br /&gt;As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek. “What is it, Jenny? What’s the matter?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jenny didn’t say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally said, “Here, daddy; this is for you.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny’s daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He had them all the time… He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her the genuine treasure.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So it is, with God. He is waiting for us to give up the cheap things in our lives so that He can give us beautiful treasures.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Are you holding onto things that God wants you to let go of?&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding on to harmful or unnecessary partners, relationships, habits and activities that you have come so attached to that it seems impossible to let go? Sometimes it is so hard to see what is in the other hand but do believe this one thing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God will never take away something without giving you something better in its place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Courtesy of http://www.haqislam.org &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-6693086494755749243?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/6693086494755749243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=6693086494755749243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6693086494755749243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6693086494755749243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/necklace.html' title='The Necklace'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5626662636768105387</id><published>2010-02-08T22:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:41:49.776+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sharing</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini nak share je. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 id="post-904"&gt;&lt;a href="http://adikbongsu.wordpress.com/2009/06/02/allah-knows-best/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: Allah knows best!"&gt;Allah knows best!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;!-- IF YOU'RE GOING TO USE GOOGLE ADS, THIS IS A GOOD PLACE TO PUT THEM --&gt;           &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;A story by one of the MyUmmah readers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ALLAH KNOWS BEST- A KINGS EXPERIENCE&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“A story is told about a King in Africa who had a close friend that he grew up with. the friend used to always accompany the king when he traveled.The friend had a habit of looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life (positive or negative) by remarking, “All praise be to Allah, Almighty Allah knows best”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One day the King and his friend were out on a hunting expedition. The friend would load and prepare the guns for the King. The friend had apparently done something wrong in preparing one of the guns, for after taking the gun from his friend, the King fired it and his thumb was blown off. Examining the situation the friend remarked as usual, “All praise be to Allah, Almighty Allah knows best”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To which the King replied, “No, this is NOT good!” and ordered his soldiers to put his friend into jail.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;About a year later, the King was hunting in an area that he should have known to stay clear of. Cannibals captured the King and took him to their village. They tied his hands, stacked some wood, set up a stake and bound him to the stake.They were preparing to eat him. As they came near to set fire to the wood, they noticed that the King was missing a thumb. Being superstitious, they never ate anyone who was less than whole.They believed that a thumbless person was defective and accursed. So after untying the King, they chased him out of the village&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When the King reached his Palace, he was reminded of the event that had taken his thumb and felt remorse for his treatment of his friend. He went immediately to the jail to speak with his friend. “You were right” the King said, “it was good that my thumb was blown off.” And he proceeded to tell the friend all that had just happened. ” I am very sorry for sending you to jail for so long. It was bad for me to do this.” “No,” his friend replied, “this is good … “All praise be to Allah, Almighty Allah knows best”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“What do you mean, ‘this is good’! How could it be good that I sent my friend to jail for a year?” The King’s friend replied: “Remember that the Almighty knows best and if I had NOT been in jail, I would have been with you(on this hunting trip).Look, he said lifting up his hands…I have all my fingers and they would have certainly eaten me!” ‘&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He knows what is before them and what is behind them: And to Allah go back all questions (for decision)” Qur’an: Surah Al Hajj 22:76&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do Not Judge Things or Events by their Immediate Outcome! Know that whatever is written for you and befalls you, is better than what you think should have happened. Omar ibn al-Khattab once said: I don’t care what state I wake up in, good or bad; because I don’t know what is good for me nor do I know what is bad for me. Everything happens or comes into being simply by Allah willing it. Allah only has to say, “Be” and something comes into being.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(source : myummah.co.za)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5626662636768105387?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5626662636768105387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5626662636768105387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5626662636768105387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5626662636768105387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/sharing.html' title='sharing'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-411343090463056676</id><published>2010-02-07T15:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:23:39.842+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano and me!</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya suka main piano. Saya juga suka main saxophone.....flute...dan macam-macam lagi. Senang kata, saya suka muzik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedari kecil, saya telah dihantar ke kelas muzik oleh ibu saya. Katanya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dulu-dulu, mak tak dapat nak main muzik, mak bagi peluang kat anak mak main..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S26GVL3Qf3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/DRz53cLBNes/s1600-h/dream+piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S26GVL3Qf3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/DRz53cLBNes/s320/dream+piano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435429498802700146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih ibu, kerana kini ku tahu, dengan bermain muzik, dapatlah merangsang sebahagian otak yang tidak dapat dirangsang. And it also develops my fetish to music. From classical to rainforest, to modern sounds, it all intrigues me. [haish, broken english betul!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, untuk piano, saya hanya sempat belajar sampai gred 5 [gred terakhir adalah gred 8, kemudian ada college piano level and stuff like that]. Sebelum sekolah rendah, saya hanya masuk music class, belajar baca note, menyanyi dan sebagainya. Sehingga darjah enam, saya minta pada ibu untuk memasukkan saya ke kelas violin, tapi mak cakap mahal sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of standard 6, i asked mother whether i can go and learn piano, she said ok, because my sister was attending organ classes. I guess the fees was not as expensive as nowadays. [I think, i'd like to open a piano class with lesser fees!] So, start dari Form 1 sampai Form 3, belajarlah sampai grade 5. [Skipped grade, teacher wanted me to finish fast, still remember her name, Miss Michelle, garang kalo x practice, and i malas nak practice...ekeke!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at school, i joined the school band, belajar main saxophone, and other instruments. And masa band practice juga belajar tentang organisations and harmonisation and learning to work together aka ochestration! But in all, i love listening to the music that we produce, and i wanted other people to be able to listen too, to the music that helped tranquil my heart! [banyaknya to]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampailah form 4, kena masuk mrsm. Tsk tsk, sedih kejap, sebab kena tinggalkan band, especially my friends [once a band member, always a band member! *wink wink*]. Then, someone said, "Kat MRSM T*****G ada band!" haha, nak sedapkan hati. Teacher piano pun oklah, dia bagi piano scores yang peringkat college [fuh, bangga jap, sbb diberi kepercayaan boleh main peringkat college nya piece, tp sorry teacher, my fingers are too short! =p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai kat MRSM, first thing perasan, "wow, ada piano!" Wakakaka.....&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya dinobatkan jadi "pemain piano MRSM T...." bersama teman seperjuangan, Mohd Akram the Mr. Genius. [jom main music sama2!] But now, jarang dah main piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered the words that froze my heart [sekejap la]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Pandai u main that shaker thingy [maracas]&lt;br /&gt;Student A : owh, biasa je cikgu!&lt;br /&gt;Student B : Saya nak main piano, cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Tapi Allah larang main alat musik yang bertali. Piano kan pakai tali...&lt;br /&gt;Student A : senyap [ouch, ok...then...i've done a big Sin...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[urgh, actually i forgot how it goes, tp macam tu la, diolah sebab lupa, i hope it doesn't mean that it is fabricated!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After MRSM, i really stopped playing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berlakulah peristiwa soul searching sekejap. [Sorry akram, u ajak i pergi main music kan, but i refused, partly because of that....and saving the world and stuffs...wakaka! =P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, i play again.&lt;br /&gt;And i hope Allah forgives me. Because i'm playing now, with a mission, insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: still confused with Islam's stance on music...[maaf saudara Gapo, artikel2 tu panjang sgt...=P]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-411343090463056676?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/411343090463056676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=411343090463056676&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/411343090463056676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/411343090463056676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/piano-and-me.html' title='Piano and me!'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S26GVL3Qf3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/DRz53cLBNes/s72-c/dream+piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5469042098027554699</id><published>2010-02-06T13:26:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:36:01.368+07:00</updated><title type='text'>terperasan</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi terperasan status kawan "all you need is love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my opinion, without faith, you can't love...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika anda tidak percaya, maka anda tidak akan mencintai. Marilah kita fikir-fikirkannya sebentar. Analoginya, seorang lelaki terjumpa dengan seorang perempuan. [huhu, suka benar pakai perumpamaan ini, but that's life right? And zaman sekarang ini, cerita begini sahaja yang dapat relate dengan kehidupan...*sigh*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, boy meets girl, boys says "wow, i BELIEVE that is the LOVE of my life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, si jejaka ini berusahalah untuk membuat si gadis PERCAYA bahawa they were meant for each other. Hantar sms lah, hantar suratlah, bagi chocolate lah [the phone? no, hehe] dan berbagai lagi cara-cara yang possible. The girl believed. Akhirnya, mereka sama-sama PERCAYA dan berasa mereka saling cinta-mencintai, get married and lived happily ever after....as long as they continue to believe in the love that they shared together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, kuasa percaya ini tidak senang untuk hadir di dalam diri kita. Lihatlah bagaimana si jejaka tadi BERUSAHA untuk membuat si gadis tadi PERCAYA, to make her believe that they are destined to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samalah konsep percaya ini di dalam segala apa yang kita lakukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama juga di dalam islam. We believe in Allah. We believe in the prophet Muhammad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa usaha, bagaimana kita boleh percaya, dan tanpa percaya, bagaimana kita ingin mencintai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S20bd0KvP5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iuCz408WAGs/s1600-h/108366053l%255B1%255D%252Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S20bd0KvP5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iuCz408WAGs/s320/108366053l%255B1%255D%252Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435030524339896210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: lets open our mind...make our neurons work rather than rot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5469042098027554699?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5469042098027554699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5469042098027554699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5469042098027554699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5469042098027554699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/terperasan.html' title='terperasan'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S20bd0KvP5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iuCz408WAGs/s72-c/108366053l%255B1%255D%252Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-7308672596201583319</id><published>2010-02-05T20:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:49:09.704+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tukar lagi!</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the new layout? And the font colours. Hahaha...please do reply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[nak syok sendiri kejap, wakakaka...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-7308672596201583319?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7308672596201583319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=7308672596201583319&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/7308672596201583319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/7308672596201583319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/tukar-lagi.html' title='tukar lagi!'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-4239059370278105114</id><published>2010-02-05T20:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:32:26.864+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Masak-masak</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobi terbaru, ditambah bersama koleksi hobi-hobi saya yang sangat banyak, MEMASAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..hampeh! Saya mengaku, saya seorang yang tidak pandai memasak. Pasti ada sahaja yang kurang. Hari ini, saya bereksperimen dengan masakan. Masak lemak ala Farhana, hihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ikut resepi original masak lemak, masakan ini tidak memerlukan bawang, rempah kurma dan daun limau purut. Saya dengan berani matinya menambahkan bahan-bahan tersebut [nasib baik tak tambah air asam jawa dan sos tiram, wakaka]. Alhamdulillah, sedap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, kalau kita relatekan memasak ini dengan kehidupan kita, macam mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap bahan yang akan kita campakkan ke dalam kuali atau periuk, haruslah di sediakan dengan penuh perhatian, tak kisahlah dengan potong-memotong ke, tumbuk-menumbuk ke ataupun blend-mem'blender'. Kalau tak buat dengan betul, sure tak sedap nye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama macam kita sebagai seorang manusia, contohnya, kalau kita tak bersedia dengan erti kata lain, tak study, macam mana kita nak "dicampakkan" dengan jayanya di dalam "kuali kehidupan"[@exam sedunia, huhu].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kita tidak bersedia untuk menjadi muslim, can we actually act as a muslim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, If we do no act like a muslim,  can we really 'label' ourselves as a muslim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, kalau kita tiada ilmu dan tidak beramal, macam mana kita nak berhadapan dengan Allah di 'masa akan datang' [yang dah tak jauh dah pun]?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naudzubillah, semoga kita sentiasa bersedia untuk menjadi muslim, dan jadilah muslim yang best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: macam tak terkait pula, peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-4239059370278105114?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/4239059370278105114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=4239059370278105114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4239059370278105114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4239059370278105114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/masak-masak.html' title='Masak-masak'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-8178718650330937221</id><published>2010-02-04T20:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:35:37.263+07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini rasa best, sebabnya? dapat bagi hadiah kat orang! Hua Hua! Bangun pagi-pagi, terus masuk dapur, masak macaroni goreng [grup tutor 28, mesti bosan kan?haha]. Sebabnya birthday kawan ni [muslihah zainon, read this!] beberapa minggu yang lepas, dah janji nak bagi macaroni goreng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka dengan itu, masaklah saya. Huau! Pagi-pagi dah masak? Sehari sebelum tu, pergi jatos beli tupperware dengan sudu garfu sebagai hadiah sampingan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas dah bagi tu, rasa berbunga hati! Sama macam minggu lepas, masa bagi hadiah kat kawan-kawan yang lain, gembira je rasanya, senyum sampai 3 cm kiri dan kanan [simetris kot? haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat cogan kata ustaz hasrizal : erti hidup pada memberi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangatlah benar kata-kata itu. Dan pelbagai lagi yang boleh kita bagi. Yang paling senang dan paling murah [takde harga pon] adalah memberi senyuman!! Kerana senyumanmu menawan! [iklan ubat gigi]. Biarlah hati gelisah sebab duit takde, tapi, kita kena sentiasa bermurah hati dengan senyuman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana tahu, dengan senyuman kita, kurang sikit sakit kepala orang yang tengah berserabut banyak masalah [yang kita senyum kat dia tadi]. Serius. i've experienced that. Tengah berkerut muka [fikir masalah dunia, ahaks!], tetibe ada kakak ni senyum dengan manis, saya pun terpaksa balas senyuman dia. Bila saya senyum, muka pun tak bolehlah berkerut lagi kan? Relaks sikit muka, relaks jugak muscle-muscle saya, rileks juga neuron-neuron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat lagi cikgu english kat matriks dulu : Mr apa lupa pulak nama dia, sorry sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smile, and the world smiles with you!" right on, sir!!! [biarpun senyumanku senyuman besi!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wARniNG!! ::senyumlah dari hati, jangan senyum menggatal!!::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-8178718650330937221?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/8178718650330937221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=8178718650330937221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/8178718650330937221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/8178718650330937221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-8295203133521750334</id><published>2010-02-04T18:43:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:33:07.059+07:00</updated><title type='text'>jealous</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, was blogwalking a few moments ago. Tengok mereka-mereka ini, ramai pula followersnya. Terasa nak jealous pun ada juga. Haha, tapi, tak guna pun nak cemburu-cemburu ini, sebabnya, saya sendiri yang malas nak update dan tulis article-article yang sangat membosankan. It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru-baru ini baca buku yang menarik, dah lama dah cari buku ni, and it so happens, my friend had this book. Thanx a lot zafira! Buku apakah itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Don't Be Sad, La Tahzan" By Dr 'Aaidh ibn Abdullah Al-Qarni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S2q9nHmTyCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VYxTR2EiswE/s1600-h/soul_9789960850368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S2q9nHmTyCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VYxTR2EiswE/s320/soul_9789960850368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434364380128200738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aik, macam banyak je buku ni kat mana-mana kedai buku? MPH ada, kat Palasari* pun banyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, saudara-saudari pembaca yang dihormati, saya seboleh-bolehnya nak cari buku ni dalam bahasa inggeris. I don't know why, but i tend to favor english books and novels. Sebab tak pandai cari buku rasanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, belum habis baca lagi buku ini, but overall, rasa macam ok. Sorry to say, but, i don't read much religious books, i tend to get bored easily, unless its a story book. I am more of an imaginative person. Saya lebih suka membayangkan cerita-cerita yang sedang dibaca, watak-watak di dalam buku, sebab itu saya lebih suka membaca buku cerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this book deals with what is inside the heart, and how to connect it with Al-Quran, and more importantly, Allah. Sebabnya, sampai sekarang, kita diajar untuk memisahkan agama dengan kehidupan, tapi kita dengan suka hatinya melaungkan kempen "islam is the way of life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short and hard. So let's try to make it simple and sweet, in the right way. Pasti akan ada cabaran di dalam kehidupan. Dan senantiasa kesedihan akan menjelma di kalbu kita, kerana itu kita tidak boleh sentiasa bersedih, memang perlu untuk bersedih, tapi bukan sepanjang masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Bacalah buku ini! hehe...ada terjemahan dia dalam Bahasa Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: berusaha stadi! Palasari itu nama tempat jual buku-buku yang murah di bandung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-8295203133521750334?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/8295203133521750334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=8295203133521750334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/8295203133521750334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/8295203133521750334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/jealous.html' title='jealous'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S2q9nHmTyCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VYxTR2EiswE/s72-c/soul_9789960850368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-1799194892743723067</id><published>2010-02-02T17:48:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:06:12.086+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my goblin?</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr smiling *superbucuk* goblin are retired. Uhuu...kesian dia, gigi da takde, mata pon dah hilang. Ganas sangat tuan dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S2gFOGAfB2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Z2_ZtxduD9c/s1600-h/he1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S2gFOGAfB2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Z2_ZtxduD9c/s320/he1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433598690111457122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mr bucuk, in memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hari ini hari selasa, dan adalah minggu ke-2 setelah elaun dari MARA masuk, and seriously cakap, duit dah habis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa!!! Duit dah habis?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh....Itulah saya, kena belajar bersederhana. Teringat ayat-ayat Allah di dalam Al-QuranNya. Besederhanalah kamu, kerana Allah benci akan orang yang berlebih-lebihan. In a nutshell, see what happens when you OVERDO everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duit habis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badan jadi gemuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penat lelah tanpa sebab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakit hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakit hati? hehe...itu lain cerita. Sakit hati banyak sangat makan kot?  Whatever it is, I have to learn to do everything in moderation. Because that is the best way, even Allah said so, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in a day's observation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-1799194892743723067?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1799194892743723067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=1799194892743723067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/1799194892743723067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/1799194892743723067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-goblin.html' title='my goblin?'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S2gFOGAfB2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Z2_ZtxduD9c/s72-c/he1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-590589217005847434</id><published>2010-01-31T22:08:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:24:16.376+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what in the world?</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising news! No panties day? Astaghfirullah. Read &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/1/29/nation/5567822&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apalah diorang fikir ni. Wahai anak gadis [mahasiswi universiti lagi tu] jagalah maruah mu. Sedih saya mendengar berita ini. Don't you have self-respect? Berapa banyak kes rogol yang kita lihat di surat khabar. Bahkan anak kecil yang menjadi mangsa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihatlah, wahai bangsa ku, apa yang terjadi sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buka surat khabar, berita rogol,  bunuh dan sebagainya. Apa yang dikata? Saya sehingga kini tidak suka membaca berita. Sangat mengecewakan. Seperti tiada perbaikan tentang isu-isu ini. Lagi menyedihkan, berita pasal 'orang-orang besar bergaduh'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah orang-orang besar ini yang sepatutnya menjamin keselamatan kanak-kanak dan gadis-gadis zaman sekarang? Tidakkan mereka risau melihat perkembangan anak muda di masa kini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu, cakap pun dah macam orang tua. Nak buat macam mana? Sedih sangat melihat pemuda-pemudi "harapan bangsa". Teringat dulu ada senior berkata, tak ingat kata-kata siapa, tetapi, macam nilah bunyinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nak hancurkan sesebuah negara, adalah melalui wanita-wanitanya...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan juga teringat sebahagian dari hadith Rasulullah, ketika isra' mi'raj...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku lihat di neraka itu ramai perempuan..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betul ke? Saya tak pasti. Let's prove it otherwise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-590589217005847434?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/590589217005847434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=590589217005847434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/590589217005847434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/590589217005847434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-in-world.html' title='what in the world?'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5502692607962792784</id><published>2010-01-30T22:56:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:02:02.568+07:00</updated><title type='text'>alamak</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak, dah tertekan butang "follow" blog sendiri. Macam mana nak unfollow ek? haha, kalo mengikut pengertian blogspot ni, "followers are people who are interested in your blog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, apa guna follow-follow ni? Saya pun tak tahu. Anyway, dah tukar header baru. Kata-kata eleanor roosevelt, 1st lady atau anak kepada theodore roosevelt, i am not sure myself. [design guna photoshop, pakai brush je, takde bakat nak lukis sendiri]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata-kata itu agar saya dan pengunjung blog pelik ini sentiasa bersemangat dalam menentukan kehidupannya. Kerana sebenar-benarnya, bukanlah persekitaran yang membentuk diri kita, tetapi diri kita yang membentuk diri kita. Faham ke? heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maksudnya, apabila kita berasa seperti telah di 'buat jahat', atau ditipu, atau sebagainya, kitalah yang sepatutnya menentukan bahawa adakah "perkara jahat itu" penting buat diri kita sehingga ia mampu merosakkan segala harapan kita? Ataupun "perkara berlalu, biar selepas ni aku tidak akan dipermainkan lagi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analoginya. Ahmad berjalan bersama Boboi menuju gerai nasi lemak. Sikit lagi je nak sampai gerai tersebut, dari jauh kelihatan nasi lemak tinggal sebungkus je. Boboi dengan selambanya menolak Ahmad sehingga terjatuh dan berlari untuk mendapatkan nasi itu. Adakah Ahmad akan marah dan simpan dendam selama-lamanya, atau dia akan memaafkan Boboi yang sebenarnya tidak makan sejak malam semalam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilihlah dengan bijak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIsh, merepek malam-malam...alamak, apakah maksud ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: saya rasa frasa yang lebih sesuai adalah "NO one can hurt you without ALLAH's and your consent...pasti dibincangkan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5502692607962792784?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5502692607962792784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5502692607962792784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5502692607962792784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5502692607962792784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/01/alamak.html' title='alamak'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-1556122059329048356</id><published>2010-01-30T05:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T05:34:48.249+07:00</updated><title type='text'>dispirited away..</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memahami manusia itu susah sangat. Ya Allah, berilah aku kekuatan untuk sentiasa semangat berbaik-baik dengan makhluk Mu yang istimewa ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat kata-kata ustaz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Biasanya kalau seseorang itu mempunyai masalah dengan Tuhan, dia sebenarnya mempunyai masalah peribadi. Kalau seseorang itu menyatakan dia mempunyai masalah dengan diri, dia sebenarnya mempunyai masalah dengan Tuhan..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah. Tapi, nak tanya ustazlah, apa maksud ayat-ayat ni sebenarnya...&lt;br /&gt;huhu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-1556122059329048356?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1556122059329048356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=1556122059329048356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/1556122059329048356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/1556122059329048356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/01/dispirited-away.html' title='dispirited away..'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-1162399863343413863</id><published>2010-01-24T18:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T07:21:44.037+07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERMAI 2010</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERMAI 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Islam dan Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;Dulu, Kini dan Masa Depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bermula satu eksplorasi akan kepercayaan rata-rata antara kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam, lalu menjadi muslim.&lt;br /&gt;Apa ertinya aku menganut islam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah yang berlaku apabila aku menyatakan, "aku bernaik saksi bahawa TIADA Tuhan melainkan Allah, dan Rasulullah itu pesuruh Allah." Apa sebenarnya yang aku buat apabila aku menunaikan solat? Kenapa perlu aku menjaga aurat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakikatnya...apa itu islam? iman? aqidah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqidah,  the 1st step, that is, kita perlu percaya. Kita sentiasa melihat dahulu sebelum mempercayai. But the requirements in Islam it, percayalah, walaupun tidak kelihatan! Hebat bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Believe in something, without seeing it, and working hard in order to really see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah modus operandi para sahabat Rasulullah. Itulah yang membawa kepada kejayaan umat Islam pada masa dahulu. Kuasa percaya itu tersangatlah penting. Percaya pula terdapat pelbagai. Percaya kepada Allah. Percaya kepada Rasul. Itu rukun Iman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah kita membiarkan rukun-rukun ini menjadi kata-kata sahaja.  Kerana kuasa percaya itu terdapat pada diri kita. Tetapi, percaya kita, percaya yang benar atau percaya yang sekadarnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku percaya ada Allah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, itu kata kita, hakikatnya? Benarkah itu? Jika benar, maka tergambarlah ia di dalam tingkah laku serta percakapan kita, betul tak? Contoh yang ustaz bagi hari tu. Ada satu cikgu, dia dipanggil oleh pengetua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maaf pengetua, kenapa saya dipanggil?" tanya cikgu itu, cikgu A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tahniah cikgu, pihak kami telah memilih cikgu sebagai cikgu terbaik sekolah ini pada tahun ini. Selain itu, kami memberi kan kepada cikgu 100 orang murid-murid terbaik ini untuk cikgu ajar. Pastikan result ujian mereka cemerlang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka berbanggalah cikgu tersebut. Dia pun dengan bersemangatnya mengajar murid-murid tersebut. Keputusan murid-murid tersebut sangatlah bagus [semua A] akhirnya. Cikgu tersebut dipanggil semula oleh pengetua sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tahniah cikgu, keputusan mereka sangat bagus!" kata pengetua. Cikgu A pun tersenyum bangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kami ada something nak bagitahu. Sebenarnya, cikgu bukanlah cikgu terbaik, dan mereka bukanlah best student di sekolah ini.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah kuasa percaya. Kerana itu, perkara pertama di dalam buku Maza Yakni ditulis oleh Fathi Yakan adalah berkenaan aqidah. Percaya. Dan melalui percaya ini, ia mampu untuk membentuk jati diri, dan lalu memberi kesan kepada persepsi seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia juga disentuh oleh kebanyakan pakar motivasi, bahawa dengan percaya itu kita mampu menggapai pelbagai kejayaan. Jadi, kenapa percaya kita kepada Allah sangatlah rapus sehingga mampu untuk dilupakan sentiasa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, dah mula merepek dah. Kalau ada salah, tolong tegur. Terima kasih!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-1162399863343413863?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1162399863343413863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=1162399863343413863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/1162399863343413863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/1162399863343413863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/01/permai-2010.html' title='PERMAI 2010'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-3289476395052097969</id><published>2010-01-21T23:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:09:21.547+07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERMAI</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harini 22 haribulan. Officially hari jumaat....PERMAI membuka tirai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berdebar la pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga semuanya berjalan lancar, insyaAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-3289476395052097969?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3289476395052097969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=3289476395052097969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3289476395052097969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3289476395052097969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/01/permai.html' title='PERMAI'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-6413714901047921536</id><published>2010-01-16T15:16:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:12:19.033+07:00</updated><title type='text'>haish, x habis2 layan perasaan...</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam semua, apa khabar? [bajet ada orang baca blog ni, haha!] Tak  tahulah kenapa, semnejak 2,3 tahun ni, semangat down gila. Why? Maybe everything went too fast. I don't know why. Berapa kali cuba naikkan, cepat gila turun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapalah saya ni tak kuat? Tak tahulah, banyak buat benda tak elok lah tu. Huhu, bilalah hujan akan kembali turun di hati yang gersang ini? I know dat i can only pray and hope from Him, the one and only Allah, tapi hati ni kurang keyakinan ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggghhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak menjerit, tapi suara tak keluar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak menangis tapi air mata takde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa benci yang meluap-luap pada diri sendiri. Sebab diri sendiri yang suka melaghokan diri sendiri. Kata-kata je lebih, nak "berjuang demi agama", tapi hati ni tak straight lagi. Sebab tu lah segala apa yang buat, jadi tak cantik, jadi tak elok, tak kemas, dan segalanya lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diri! Go back and find your naivety? Where did you leave it? CARI BALIK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Allah, only You who have the power to guide anyone that You like, so please, don't let me go astray....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob, sob*...saya nak sedih, boleh ya Allah? Hadiahkanlah kesedihan di dalam hati ni...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-6413714901047921536?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/6413714901047921536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=6413714901047921536&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6413714901047921536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6413714901047921536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/01/haish-x-habis2-layan-perasaan.html' title='haish, x habis2 layan perasaan...'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-4344907996768866635</id><published>2010-01-13T18:37:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:58:29.774+07:00</updated><title type='text'>perjalanan</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"Apabila mereka naik kapal, mereka berdoa kepada Allah dengan penuh rasa pengabdian (ikhlas) kepada-Nya, tetapi ketika Allah menyelamatkan mereka sampai ke darat, malah mereka (kembali) mempersekutukan (Allah.)"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Surah (29) Al-Ankabut [labah-lab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;ah] : ayat 65&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harini bacaan ku membawa ku melayari surah al-ankabut, surah labah-labah. Fuh, banyak peringatan dalam surah ni. Contohnya ayat di atas. Ada juga ayat pasal rumah labah-labah, sarangnya, itu insyaAllah di lain hari di usik ek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan mahu bercerita tentang tafsirannya, tapi teringat diri ini yang memang lemah, especially lemah iman. Alhamdulillah, semenjak 3 tahun lepas di beri peluang oleh Allah swt untuk melanjutkan study ke Indonesia raya ni. Dari Malaysia nak ke Bandung ni, naik apa lagi? Naik kapal terbang, paling cepat tapi tetap mahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S03RS7aWelI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C0Zkf44bTs/s1600-h/airasia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S03RS7aWelI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C0Zkf44bTs/s320/airasia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426223249167383122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa dulu-dulu selalu terfikir,&lt;br /&gt;kalau aku naik kapal terbang ni, what are the chances it will crash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, soalan cepu mas! Berdebar-debar pula nak naik kapal terbang ni. So bila dah berdebar-debar, apa lagi yang dibuat? Berdoalah kepada Allah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, sampaikanlah aku dengan selamatnya ke destinasi ku, mudah-mudahan umur dipanjangkan agar bisa terus beribadah keranaMu ya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi-lagi kalau perjalanan flight penuh dengan turbulence aka goncang-goncangan di udara. Teringat one time, flight tu, pilot dia buat air pocket aka terjunan mendadak sampai geli perut, sebab laju sangat, perut tertinggal kat atas. Huhu. Ataupun one time tu, pilot nak landing, sepatutnya straight je tapi dia sengetkan badan sampai sayap dia nak kena tanah. Subhanallah! Jantungku pula yang tertinggal satu denyutan, nasib baik masih berdenyut lepas tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa pun, apabila di saat-saat tersebut, kita pasti akan kembali kepada pencipta. I take myself as an example. Kita pasti berdoa kepada Allah dengan sepenuh hatinya! Tapi bila dah landing, dah pijak tanah, hehe, kembalilah saya kepada perkara-perkara lagha. Huhu, how superficial we are. Dan ayat kat atas tadi adalah mengenai kaum-kaum yang terdahulu [naik kapal laut], tapi, saya yang di zaman sekarang ni, pun buat macam tu juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betapa Allah itu yang menciptakan kita, sebabnya telah diceritakanNya sifat manusia di dalam kitabNya. Betapa persisnya diri ini dengan ayat di atas. Marilah kita sama-sama muhasabah diri, adakah kita ingin menjadi seperti kaum-kaum yang terdahulu? Yang hanya ingat Allah dikala musibah sahaja? Adakah ingin kita jadi seperti kaum-kaum yang mengingkari Allah dahulu kala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bak kata Nabil raja lawak, "lu pikir la sendiri!" [i still think it's a bit kasar tp, letak je la..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: i x nak la jadi macam tu, i nak jadi diri i, a better muslim! huhu...&lt;br /&gt;Pss: betapa Allah maha segala-galaNya...&lt;br /&gt;Psss: erm...takut lak nak naik kenderaan, xpe2, tawakallah kepada Allah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-4344907996768866635?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/4344907996768866635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=4344907996768866635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4344907996768866635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4344907996768866635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/01/perjalanan.html' title='perjalanan'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/S03RS7aWelI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1C0Zkf44bTs/s72-c/airasia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-2826283398108078241</id><published>2010-01-12T14:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:55:56.715+07:00</updated><title type='text'>semangat!</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru-baru ni, nampak bertambah lagi keluarga bloggers. Huhu, semangat diorang ni! Saya pun harus semangat! tidak kira berblogging atau apa jua. Tak tahu kenapa semenjak 2,3 tahun ni, semangat bukan semakin naik, kian menurun pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, marilah kita berdoa agar kita sama-sama bersemangat dan sentiasa beriman dengan Allah. Yang paling best dengar doa rabithah. Tak tahulah, first time baca maksud dia, menangis. Sebab bukan hanya mendoakan untuk diri, tapi ada terselit buat kawan-kawan kita. May Allah forgive our sins and help us find the right way to achieve His blessings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doa Rabithah.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Ya Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; Engkau mengetahui bahawa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;hati-hati ini telah berkumpul kerana mengasihi Mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;Bertemu untuk mematuhi perintah Mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;Bersatu memikul beban dakwah Mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;Hati-hati ini telah mengikat janji setia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;untuk mendaulat dan menyokong syariatMu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;Maka eratkan lah ya Allah akan ikatannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;Kekalkan kemesraan antara hati-hati ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;Tunjukkanlah kepada hati-hati ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;akan jalannya yang sebenar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;Penuhkanlah piala hati ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;dengan limpahan iman, keyakinan dan keindahan tawakkal kepada Mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;Hidup suburkanlah hati-hati ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;dengan makrifat, pengetahuan sebenar tentangMu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;Jika Engkau mentakdirkan mati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;Maka matikanlah pemilik hati-hati ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;sebagai para syuhada' dlm perjuangan agama Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau lah sebaik-baik sandaran..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;dan sebaik-baik penolong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;ya Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;Perkenankanlah permintaan ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Amin ya rabbal A'alamin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-2826283398108078241?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2826283398108078241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=2826283398108078241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/2826283398108078241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/2826283398108078241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/01/semangat.html' title='semangat!'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-7927618873233894525</id><published>2010-01-11T19:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:31:35.560+07:00</updated><title type='text'>email lagi!</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak tahulah kenapa kebelakangan ni suka sangat copy paste email...huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:6px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(194, 0, 0);font-size:24pt;" &gt;The &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1263212329_8"&gt;Charles&lt;br /&gt;Schulz&lt;/span&gt;  Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1025" alt="cid:E69E2089D33D4DDFB9B2AD9FFB2B6A61@alishaspc" src="http://f561.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f11160%5fAMhu%2fNgAAXmBS0aAIAxNM2GGWPM&amp;amp;pid=2.2&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="200" width="316" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;following is the philosophy of Charles Schulz&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;the creator of the 'Peanuts' comic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;strip&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;You don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;have to actually answer the questions&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;ponder on them. Just read the e-mail straight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;through, and you'll get the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;point..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Name the&lt;br /&gt;five &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1263212329_9"&gt;wealthiest people in the&lt;br /&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Name the&lt;br /&gt;last five &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1263212329_10"&gt;Heisman trophy&lt;br /&gt;winners&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Name the&lt;br /&gt;last five winners of the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1263212329_11"&gt;Miss America&lt;br /&gt;pageant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Name ten&lt;br /&gt;people who have won the Nobel or &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1263212329_12"&gt;Pulitzer&lt;br /&gt;Prize&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Name the&lt;br /&gt;last half dozen &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1263212329_13"&gt;Academy Award winners&lt;/span&gt; for best&lt;br /&gt;actor and actress....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Name the&lt;br /&gt;last decade's worth of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1263212329_14"&gt;World Series&lt;br /&gt;winners&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" id="_x0000_i1026" alt="cid:36E3DA100D704C52A060C649D8039264@alishaspc" src="http://f561.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f11160%5fAMhu%2fNgAAXmBS0aAIAxNM2GGWPM&amp;amp;pid=2.3&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="388" width="517" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;How did you&lt;br /&gt;do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(226, 98, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(226, 98, 0);font-size:13.5pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The point &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;is, none of us remember the headliners of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;They are the best in their fields. But the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;applause dies. Awards&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;tarnish. Achievements are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Accolades and certificates are buried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;with their owners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(226, 98, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" id="_x0000_i1027" alt="cid:BA9A3A84D8D24183AB36CB37BD2353AC@alishaspc" src="http://f561.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f11160%5fAMhu%2fNgAAXmBS0aAIAxNM2GGWPM&amp;amp;pid=2.4&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="150" width="143" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Here's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;another quiz. See how you do on this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;1. List a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;few teachers who aided your journey through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;school.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;2. Name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;three friends who have helped you through a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;difficult time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;3. Name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;five people who have taught you something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;4. Think of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;a few people who have made you feel appreciated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and special&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;5.. Think of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;five people you enjoy spending time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" id="_x0000_i1028" alt="cid:8FD2BB1533E749088EDFC1B83C3FC9E2@alishaspc" src="http://f561.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f11160%5fAMhu%2fNgAAXmBS0aAIAxNM2GGWPM&amp;amp;pid=2.5&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="177" width="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 129, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 129, 0);font-size:13.5pt;" &gt;Easier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 129, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(65, 65, 255);font-size:13.5pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;lesson&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(160, 0, 0);font-size:13.5pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;The people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;who make a difference in your life are not the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ones with the most credentials.. the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;money... or the most awards&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;They simply are the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ones who care  the most&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" id="_x0000_i1029" alt="cid:ED5C80762781482C8CBFE4D949ECA13A@alishaspc" src="http://f561.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f11160%5fAMhu%2fNgAAXmBS0aAIAxNM2GGWPM&amp;amp;pid=2.6&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="240" width="401" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(224, 0, 224);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(224, 0, 224);"&gt;Pass this&lt;br /&gt;on to those people who have made a difference in&lt;br /&gt;your life, like I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(224, 0, 224);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt;"Don't&lt;br /&gt;worry about the world coming to an end today.&lt;br /&gt;It's already tomorrow in  Australia !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" id="_x0000_i1030" alt="cid:D26670A8DAB54FD1B9FA0B0283DC90A7@alishaspc" src="http://f561.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f11160%5fAMhu%2fNgAAXmBS0aAIAxNM2GGWPM&amp;amp;pid=2.7&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="146" width="98" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 0, 194);font-size:6px;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(65, 0, 194);font-size:24pt;" &gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Be Yourself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Everyone Else Is Taken&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-7927618873233894525?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7927618873233894525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=7927618873233894525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/7927618873233894525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/7927618873233894525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/01/email-lagi.html' title='email lagi!'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-6673360741727172584</id><published>2010-01-10T18:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:23:32.586+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One she almost never knew - Part 4</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teragak-agak gadis itu ingin menjawab. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patutkah aku memberikan namaku? Atau tipu? Kenapa aku beragak-agak? Bukankah dia telah menolongku? What is there to lose? Owh, i am so messed up...&lt;/span&gt;Dia meletakkan muka di tangannya sambil mengeluh dengan kuatnya. Gadis tadi melihat sahaja gelagatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nama saya Nadia. Salam perkenalan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia mengangkat mukanya, terkejut mendengar nama yang pernah sering menjadi sebutan suatu masa dahulu. Gadis bertudung di depannya tersenyum menghulurkan tangan. Dia menjabat tangan tersebut. Halus dan lembut, kehangatan tangan gadis tersebut memberi rasa yang selesa berbanding tangannya yang sejuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"em....nama...nama saya...shakira." balas dia, masih teragak-agak, matanya tidak bertentang dengan mata gadis tersebut. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bersalahkah aku menipu? Aku tidak berani...mungkin dia...&lt;/span&gt;ah, apakan daya, kerana takut, diberi nama sahabat sekerjanya. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maafkan aku Kira&lt;/span&gt;. Dilepas tangan Nadia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shakira, nama yang manis. Makanlah, jangan segan." Nadia menjemputnya sambil dia memegang garfu dan sudu yang tersedia di atas meja. Dia pun mencapai sudu dan garfu, dijamahnya roti canai yang masih panas di cicah kuah kari dan dal. Nikmatnya merasa makanan tidak terhingga. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When was the last time i ate roti canai?&lt;/span&gt; fikirnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sedapkan? Kalau nak tambah pun boleh."Nadia berkata diantara kunyahannya. Dia hanya tersenyum. Hati yang ragu-ragu tadi mula tenang. Dia menikmati makanannya tanpa sebarang patah perkataan langsung. Nadia yagn sedari tadi telah habis makan, hanya senyap, membiarkannya makan dengan tenang. Habis licin pinggannya. Disedut air milo ais sehingga habis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuh. Kenyang. Terima kasih, cik nadia." Katanya sambil memegang perutnya. Nadia tersenyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sama. Sure, tak nak tambah lagi sekeping? You look so hungry. Jangan segan-segan." Nadia bertanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er...takpelah. Dah kenyang dah." dia mencapai beg duitnya, ingin membayar makanan-makanan tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, takpe, takpe. Biar saya bayar. Mamak, bungkus 2 keping roti, ye?" Nadia minta kepada tuan kedai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok bos!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maaf ya. Terpaksa tunggu sekejap. Em, shakira lepas ni nak ke mana?" Nadia tersenyum sambil menyedut air milonya. Dia tersenyum. Masih berbaki prasangka di hatinya, namun dia cuba untuk menolak prasangka tersebut sejauhnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lepas ni saya nak cari kawan saya kat kawasan ni, lepas tu baliklah. Malam nanti ada meeting dengan client" dia menceritakan serba sedikit. Dia bermain-main dengan titisan-titisan air di gelasnya, hasil kondensasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia memandangnya serius. "Awak pasti awak ok? After what had just happened, you can still go to a meeting tonight? You must be pretty shaken by the incident..." tanya Nadia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia tergelak. Hanya mampu tersenyum dan menggangguk tanda benar. Ya, imbasan memori akan kejadian tadi sering kembali menerjah kotak fikirannya, namun dia pasti, hanya dengan bekerja, mampu dia melupakan perkara tersebut. Tuan mamak datang memberi sebungkus plastik berisi roti canai dan kuahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-6673360741727172584?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/6673360741727172584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=6673360741727172584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6673360741727172584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/6673360741727172584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-she-almost-never-knew-part-4.html' title='The One she almost never knew - Part 4'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-4412000735158278</id><published>2010-01-08T06:56:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:02:26.055+07:00</updated><title type='text'>another email..</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry. Lately there's something wrong with me. I've been meaning to write, but when i sat down and tried, all i ended up with was a blank post and sore eyes. Here's another email...from ummu again. May we find some solace from this story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 127);font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“ALLAH REALLY LOVE AND CARE FOR YOU”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;............ ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every Friday afternoon, after the Jumma services at the Central Mosque (and shortly after Al-Usrah program), the Imam and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out "PATH TO PARADISE" and other &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262906228_2"&gt;Islamic literature&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This particular and fortunate Friday afternoon, as the time came for the Imam and his son to go to the streets with their booklets, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;His 'Mu’allim' dad asked, 'Ready for what?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring rain.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go? Please?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the booklets. Be careful son.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Thanks, Dad!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a pamphlet or a booklet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After two hours of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262906228_3"&gt;walking in the rain&lt;/span&gt;, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST BOOKLET. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a booklet to, but the streets were totally deserted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally, this eleven year old da'wah-expert turned to leave, but something stopped him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that “ALLAH REALLY LOVE AND CARE FOR YOU” and I came to give you my very last booklet which will tell you all about God, the real purpose of creation, and how to achieve His pleasure.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With that, he handed her his last booklet and turned to leave..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, the following Friday afternoon after Jumat service (during which period they hold a weekly program, Al-Usrah) the Imam was giving some lectures. As he concludes the lectures, he asked, 'Does anybody have questions or want to say anything?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Slowly, in the back row among the ladies, an elderly voice was heard over the speaker. As the voice went on, a hint of glorious gaiety and contentment was plainly evident in it even though it wasn't to be seen, 'No one in this gathering knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Friday I was not a Muslim, and thought I could be. My husband passed away some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Friday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly...... ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVE AND CARE FOR YOU!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then he gave me this booklet, “Path To Paradise” that I now hold in my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262906228_4"&gt;little angel&lt;/span&gt; disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this book. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You see? I am now a Happy Vicegerent of the One True God. Since the address of your congregation was stamped on the back of this booklet, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in Hell.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was not a dry eye in the mosque. And as shouts of TAKBIR!!! &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262906228_5"&gt;ALLAH AKBAR&lt;/span&gt;!!! rented the air, even among the ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Imam-Dad descended from the pulpit to the front row where the little angel was seated....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Probably no jama'at has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262906228_6"&gt;love and honor&lt;/span&gt; for his son....... Except for One. This very one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-4412000735158278?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/4412000735158278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=4412000735158278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4412000735158278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4412000735158278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-email.html' title='another email..'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5188295943043552704</id><published>2010-01-01T20:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:14:44.904+07:00</updated><title type='text'>an email.</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these from ummu afeera. Thanx. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="white-space: normal;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 127);font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Got 'a letter' from a friend of mine via email.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;================================&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                    &lt;style&gt;&lt;!--#yiv579798031   _filtered #yiv579798031 {font-family:"Cambria Math";panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;} _filtered #yiv579798031 {font-family:Calibri;panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;}#yiv579798031  #yiv579798031 p.MsoNormal, #yiv579798031 li.MsoNormal,  #yiv579798031 div.MsoNormal  {margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:10.0pt;margin-left:0in;line-height:115%;font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri", "sans-serif";}#yiv579798031 span.apple-style-span  {}#yiv579798031 .MsoChpDefault  { }#yiv579798031 .MsoPapDefault  {margin-bottom:10.0pt;line-height:115%;} _filtered #yiv579798031 {margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in;}#yiv579798031 div.Section1  {}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;u&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ly 3, 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(101, 90, 127);font-family:Bookman Old Style,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;By Yasmin Mogahed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Growing up, you read me the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262351301_0"&gt;Ugly Duckling&lt;/span&gt;. And for years I believed that was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;me. I am a woman-that ugly duckling among men. For so long you taught me I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;was nothing more than a bad copy of the standard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I couldn't run as fast or lift as much. I didn't make the same money and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;cried too often. I grew up in a man's world where I didn't belong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;And when I couldn't be him, I wanted only to please him. I put on your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;makeup and wore your short skirts. I gave my life, my body, my dignity, for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;the cause of being pretty. I knew that no matter what I did, I was worthy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;only to the degree that I could please and be beautiful for my master. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;And so I spent my life on the cover of Cosmo and gave my body for you to sell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I was a slave, but you taught me I was free. I was your object, but you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;swore it was success. You taught me that my purpose in life was to be on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;display, to attract and be beautiful for men. You had me believe that my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;body was created to market your cars. And you raised me to think I was an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;ugly duckling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="apple-style-span"&gt;But you lied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Islam tells me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm a swan. &lt;/span&gt;I'm different-it's meant to be that way. And my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;body, my soul, were created for something more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;God says in the &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262351301_1"&gt;Qur'an&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[O mankind, We created you from a single (pair) of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt; male and a female and made you into nations and tribes, that you may know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt; one another (not that you may despise each other).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="apple-style-span"&gt;Verily, the most honored of you in the sight of God is the one who is most righteous]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;(Al-Hujurat 49:13). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;So I am honored. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is not by my relationship to men.&lt;/span&gt; My value as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;woman is not measured by the size of my waist or the number of men who like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;me. My worth as a human being is measured on a higher scale: a scale of righteousness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;and piety. And my purpose in life-despite what the fashion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;magazines say-is something more sublime than just looking good for men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;And so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God tells me to cover myself, to hide my beauty,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to tell the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;world that I'm not here to please men with my body&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm here to please God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;God elevates the dignity of a woman's body by commanding that it be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;respected and covered, shown only to the deserving-only to the man I marry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;So to those who wish to "liberate" me, I have only one thing to say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;Thanks, but no thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;I'm not here to be on display. And my body is not for public consumption. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;will not be reduced to an object or a pair of legs to sell shoes. I'm a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;soul, a mind, a &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262351301_2"&gt;servant of God&lt;/span&gt;. My worth is defined by the beauty of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;soul, my heart, my moral character. So I won't worship your beauty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;standards, and I don't submit to your fashion sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;My submission is to something higher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;With my veil I put my faith on display-rather than my beauty. My value as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;human is defined&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by my relationship with God, not by my looks&lt;/span&gt;. So I cover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;the irrelevant. And when you look at me, you don't see a body. You view me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;only for what I am:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a servant of my Creator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;So you see, as a Muslim woman, I've been liberated from a silent kind of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="apple-style-span"&gt;bondage.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't answer to the slaves of God &lt;/span&gt;on earth.I answer to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;their King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Subhanallah, will i, or we, ever find strength like sis yasmin here? may Allah bless her soul..&lt;br /&gt;Pss: Let's learn to change...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5188295943043552704?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5188295943043552704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5188295943043552704&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5188295943043552704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5188295943043552704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2010/01/email.html' title='an email.'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5014537907361883979</id><published>2009-12-17T05:06:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T05:24:55.618+07:00</updated><title type='text'>merapu</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini last exam. Segala apa yang telah dilakukan tawakkal sahajalah. Kerana Allahlah pemberi segala-galanya. There is no looking back. Macam pepatah inggeris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No use crying over spilt milk. [tapi ni negative sikit, Allah lagi best, kerana dengan tawakal, kita masih ada harapan...=)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang boleh kita buat? Ambil tuala dan lapkan ia, biar bersih. Kalau rasa ujian kita kali ini tidak semantap dahulu, usaha lagi masa akan datang, janganlah berkata-kata kosong. Kerana Allah tidak suka kita berkata-kata kosong. Seperti di dalam surah AS-Saff [61:2-3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wahai orang-orang yang beriman! Mengapa kamu mengatakan sesuatu yang tidak kamu kerjakan? (Itu) sangatlak dibenci di sisi Allah jika kamu mengatakan apa yang tidak kamu kerjakan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya dulu paham ayat tu dari  sudut lain, sekarang rasa macam sesuai lak ayat ini dalam satu konsep kehidupan ini....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Allah, please don't hate me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyldgxVub0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/zTg3Q49g7_8/s1600-h/320394718_29c6dfe357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyldgxVub0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/zTg3Q49g7_8/s320/320394718_29c6dfe357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415962844471390018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: sila tegur saya kalau salah! Takotnya...saya x mau bawa ajaran sesat!&lt;br /&gt;Pss: Susahnya exam kali ini! Huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;Psss: Dengan mengingati Allah, hati akan menjadi tenang...surah dalam Al-Quran, x ingat surah apa, nanti check balik...tapi serius, bila ingat Allah kita memang akan menjadi tenang...trylah dulu! let me know how that works for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5014537907361883979?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5014537907361883979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5014537907361883979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5014537907361883979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5014537907361883979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2009/12/merapu.html' title='merapu'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyldgxVub0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/zTg3Q49g7_8/s72-c/320394718_29c6dfe357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-4359619863679425951</id><published>2009-12-13T07:52:00.014+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T13:14:40.225+07:00</updated><title type='text'>adventures of smiling *superbucuk* goblin!</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was inspired by the website &lt;a href="http://mymilktoof.blogspot.com/"&gt;my milk toof&lt;/a&gt;. And sorry...saya masih x pandai nak edit gambar...nak nampak jahat, tp nampak cacat...huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyRmNjg3XiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ywzne9pTvjk/s1600-h/hehe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyRmNjg3XiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ywzne9pTvjk/s320/hehe1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414565035063598626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! I am the smiling *superbucuk* goblin. What am i sitting on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyRoIX6a3FI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/T5R1QiqCA0M/s1600-h/hehe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyRoIX6a3FI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/T5R1QiqCA0M/s320/hehe2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414567145073466450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOh! C....R....P....!! hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyRqwoyXpZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9wgd6ZCWaFw/s1600-h/hehe3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyRqwoyXpZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9wgd6ZCWaFw/s320/hehe3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414570035821127058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehehe...eh!?! Nak buat jahat kena tutup pintu, x baik orang lain nampak!  Huff...huff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyRtFk5nvZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_TyPFR9_mPc/s1600-h/hehe4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyRtFk5nvZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_TyPFR9_mPc/s320/hehe4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414572594578308498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay! pintu dah tutup...Hehehehe..Hahahaha!!! [evil laugh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyRuuZwgaRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3zwOK80Rhtk/s1600-h/hehe6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyRuuZwgaRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3zwOK80Rhtk/s320/hehe6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414574395473553682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bersedialah C dot R dot P, kamu akan dikorbankan! Wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyR8EpNzekI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tGJHY_1Amoo/s1600-h/hehe7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyR8EpNzekI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tGJHY_1Amoo/s320/hehe7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414589071231253058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ngahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyR9K5HE2aI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Uf8uQBd3-qk/s1600-h/hehe10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyR9K5HE2aI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Uf8uQBd3-qk/s320/hehe10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414590278088841634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuan punya buku: AAArrrrgh!! I've got a test on monday!&lt;br /&gt;S*S*G: Ngahahahah.....oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyR-MTzsTWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/t1YffkWcLyg/s1600-h/hehe12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyR-MTzsTWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/t1YffkWcLyg/s320/hehe12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414591401946795362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;err....err.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyR_p-Zzx3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/RVIesWOALwU/s1600-h/hehe14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyR_p-Zzx3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/RVIesWOALwU/s320/hehe14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414593011108792178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*buat bentuk cute*...laparla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SySC4bwCueI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6mokZgr0vd0/s1600-h/hehe15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SySC4bwCueI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6mokZgr0vd0/s320/hehe15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414596558039726562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;makan roti ye! ngeh ngeh ngeh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's how someone failed his test. Huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All da best for exams everyone!!! Semoga Allah melapangkan hati kita untuk menerima segala ilmu milikNya, serta menenangkan hati kita ketika menjawab soalan nanti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: cerita di atas tiada kaitan dengan yang hidup mahupun yang sudah meninggalkan dunia ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-4359619863679425951?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/4359619863679425951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=4359619863679425951&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4359619863679425951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/4359619863679425951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2009/12/adventures-of-smiling-superbucuk-goblin.html' title='adventures of smiling *superbucuk* goblin!'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SyRmNjg3XiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ywzne9pTvjk/s72-c/hehe1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-1690134642182463781</id><published>2009-12-11T15:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T18:50:08.900+07:00</updated><title type='text'>apa itu?</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini, marilah kita berkata-kata, berbasa-basi dan berbincang-kencang tentang......akhlak.&lt;br /&gt;One of my worst subject in primary evening religious school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu, nak berbicara tentang akhlak, perlulah kita lihat pada diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa tiba-tiba cakap pasal akhlak? Begini ceritanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu lepas merupakan minggu terakhir untuk lab dan tutorial buat sistem DMS. Dan pada hari terakhir lab inilah, saya terbangun dan tersiap lambat untuk ke lab.  [Ish..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkejar-kejaran ke lab, takut kena kunci kat luar. Alhamdulillah, sampai tepat jam 8 pagi. Sebelum masuk itu, saya perasan ada doktor atau dosen [read:lecturer] dekat sebelah pintu, namun, oleh kerana saya berjalan dengan pantasnya, saya terus masuk dan duduk di meja lab, seperti biasa. selepas itu ada beberapa orang lagi, juga sampai lambat seperti saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah jam 8.15, doktor itu ke depan dan mengambil microphone. Dia mulakan bicaranya dengan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kamu pelajar malaysia tiada akhlak ya? [something like that, can't remember the exact words]&lt;br /&gt;Kamu jumpa sama dosen, tidak pernah bagi greeting 'morning doc!' atau sebagainya. Hari terakhir ini saya harus report sama internal unit of FK [read: fakultas kedokteran] bahawa mahasiswa tahun 3 kurang adabnya. Kamu menghadiri lab activity, seharusnya memakai labcoat...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuuh! Terkejut semua! Diam. Membatu. Saya check bag saya, alamak! Mana labcoat saya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perlahan-lahan mendekati doktor yang ada di meja saya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maaf doc, saya terlupa jas labnya.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa? Sepatutnya ga bisa begitu, rumahnya jauh ga?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jauh doc, gini aja doc, saya minta izin mahu pinjam sama temannya di sekitar ini..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, fae [my fren, dia pun lupa bawak] balik rumah dia yang lebih dekat dari rumahku, dan saya pinjam labcoatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sini saya hanya mahu menyentuh tentang akhlak. Kita sebagai manusia, haruslah mempunyai jati diri yang kuat. Apa maksud jati diri? Nilai-nilai yang ditanam dalam diri kita dan sikap-sikap kita sebagai manusia terhadap manusia lain. Akhlak yang baik harus seiring dengan pembentukan diri yang sukses dan menjadi insan yang luar biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaman ini, kita dapat lihat keruntuhan akhlak dari segala aspek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau remaja berasa marah, dia melepaskannya seperti menendang pintu dan sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau bertemu bersama jiran tetangga, tidak dibuat apa, berlalu tanpa kata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata-kata kita, perbuatan kita, tidak dihiasi dengan akhlak-akhlak yang lebih mengindahkannya. Perbuatan-perbuatan kecil seperti senyum kepada jiran tetangga, memberi salam kepada guru dan sebagainya, membentuk diri kita kepada manusia yang lebih bermanfaat dan halus dan lembut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah kita ada contoh yang paling bagus di dalam peribadi yang mulia dan akhlak yang sempurna? Manusia yang dijadikan orang pertama di dalam senarai 100 orang paling berpengaruh di dunia ini...Nabi Muhammad SAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilah kita belajar untuk berubah, agar menjadi manusia yang lebih berakhlak insyaAllah. Semuanya bermula dengan diri kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Tak dapat bayangkan doktor jenis apa kalau dari sekarang dia tidak berakhlak...astaghfirullah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pss: Kalau ada orang tegur, ambiklah dengan positif, biar ia benar atau tidak..peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-1690134642182463781?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1690134642182463781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=1690134642182463781&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/1690134642182463781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/1690134642182463781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2009/12/apa-itu.html' title='apa itu?'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-3732813433377898660</id><published>2009-12-07T09:09:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T11:25:29.196+07:00</updated><title type='text'>buntu...buntu!</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaarrgggghhh! bersawang, bersemak dan pelbagai lagi! Berapa kali sudah saya marah pada diri sendiri..silakah update blog ini, namun otak ini susah, susah benar untuk berfikir, susah benar untuk menggerakkan gear-gear yang berkarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, berusaha untuk menulis walaupun satu patah perkataan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/Sx8mb7hUD_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/jPzKOjTxer8/s1600-h/3664968762_d6e0b3dfcc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/Sx8mb7hUD_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/jPzKOjTxer8/s320/3664968762_d6e0b3dfcc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413087538398367730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah, minggu depan mula exam finals untuk sem pertama tahun ini. Sistem dermatomuscularskeletal[DMS] kali ini terlalu banyak untuk diulang kaji. Tambah pula dengan subject public health dan research program yang tidak kalah banyaknya kepada DMS. Sekali lagi tergelak pada diri sendiri, itulah, sekarang baru nak rasa rajin. Menyibukkan diri dengan perkara-perkara yang tidak begitu penting pun. [ataupun penting? terpulang pada cara kita lihatkannya, sebagai dakwah fardhiyah, atau sekadar bergembira bersama?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuba juga untuk buat soalan past year. Terduduk, termanggu jugalah. Sehari bolehlah jawab dalam 30 soalan sahaja. Tahniah farhana! Well, sekarang hanya boleh terus berusaha. Tetapi, pelik juga, kenapa jawab soalan ini seperti tidak pernah belajar, sedangkan setiap hari semenjak hari pertama kuliah bermula, kita sememangnya belajar dan diajar tajuk-tajuk ini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tafsirkan ia sebagai 'jasad berada di situ, namun hati tiada di dalam jasad ketika itu". Kata teteh [read:kakak] naqibah, setiap perbuatan kita melambangkan kualiti solat kita, kekhusyukan solat kita. Jadi, kalau semasa kelas kita tidak fokus...bermakna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanya, selama ini, kualiti solat saya tidak bagus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah. Apakah Allah menerima solatku selama ini? Astaghfirullah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilah kita cuba berusaha untuk menghadirkan hati kita di dalam solat kita [susah!], agar kualiti rutin seharian kita semakin meningkat lalu menjadi seorang muslim yang beriman dan profesional, insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: tolong doakan kami...&lt;br /&gt;Pss: credit to iluvislam crew for this wonderful pic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-3732813433377898660?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3732813433377898660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=3732813433377898660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3732813433377898660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3732813433377898660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2009/12/buntubuntu.html' title='buntu...buntu!'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/Sx8mb7hUD_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/jPzKOjTxer8/s72-c/3664968762_d6e0b3dfcc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5198192446202598502</id><published>2009-11-10T12:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T04:57:56.227+07:00</updated><title type='text'>di kelas</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhuhu, 1st time tulis article di luar bilik atau di luar rumah. Perasaannya sangat berbeza. Jika di rumah kita sesuka hati menulis, di sini [dalam computer lab di A5], kita tidak boleh tulis dengan 'spontaneous'. Bagi sayalah. Kenapa? Dengan keadaan yang bising, dan masa yang terhad, tiada kebebasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betapa kita suka akan kebebasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan kebebasan, kita mampu melakukan apa sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan terdapat seorang sahabat yang baru-baru ini mengeluarkan kata-kata yang berasal dari seorang manusia yang bernama Clarrence Darrow.."kebebasan itu berasal dari manusia, tidak dari undang-undang atau institusi..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka tidak benarlah kalau kita katakan kita tidak bebas, kerana apabila kita berkata begitu, maka kita sendiri yang tidak membebaskan diri kita. Kita yang mengurungkan diri kita, kita yang mengongkong diri kita. Itulah yang dikatakan penjara minda,betul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if that is true, why do we limit ourselves with our own rules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana undang-undang itu perlu, pada pendapat saya. In my opinion, the present rules, especially one given by Allah, is set, to remind us, that we are human, and human has animal instinct, and we tend to act like animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, manusia juga, mereka MUDAH LUPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu senang kita melupakan bahawa kita hanyalah makhluk hina yang dicipta dan hanyalah penghuni sementara dunia ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupa kita akan kebaikan makhluk lain kepada kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupa kita kepada kasih seorang ibu dan ayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita lupa akan kehadiran kasih dan sayang Pencipta kita terhadap kita....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka kita hilang kawalan, hilang kewarasan, dan hilang kemanusiaan. Kalau kita bukan lagi manusia, kita jadi apa? Haiwan? Begitulah kitaran hidup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: akan bersambung...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5198192446202598502?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5198192446202598502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5198192446202598502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5198192446202598502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5198192446202598502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2009/11/di-kelas.html' title='di kelas'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5017228534501925820</id><published>2009-11-01T17:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:05:51.856+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Unwritten"</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak share sikit lirik lagu yang suka dengar baru-baru ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am unwritten, can't read my mind, i'm undefined&lt;br /&gt;I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines&lt;br /&gt;We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but i can'tlive that way&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate tthe words that you could not find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for yu&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;todday is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Terkadang diri kita terperangkap di dalam satu situasi atau paradigm yang membingungkan, dan kita cuma perlukan sesorang untuk memberitahu untuk menjadi diri kita sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilah sama-sama kita bangun dan melangkah dengan teguh, untuk meraih keredhaanNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: tengah bingung nak tulis apa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5017228534501925820?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5017228534501925820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5017228534501925820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5017228534501925820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5017228534501925820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2009/11/unwritten.html' title='&quot;Unwritten&quot;'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-3732115320419851495</id><published>2009-10-14T21:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:21:58.752+07:00</updated><title type='text'>perkiraan</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bersangka, semoga sangkaan ku baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku takut, takut ketika aku berjalan, kaki ku terkeluar sedikit dari landasan. Fuh, bahaya, bahaya. Nanti kena langgar dengan kereta api pula. Ya Allah, tetapkanlah kami di jalanMu, agar kami dapat menggapai keredhaanMu, ya Allah yang Maha Pemurah lagi Maha Pengasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu lepas kami seusrah membincangkan topik niat. Niat yang sangat bersangkut-paut dengan hati. Ah, hati, yang mudah untuk dibolak-balikkan, semoga tidak di terbalikkan dari aqidah yang satu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, saya sebagai wanita, [walaupun segan untuk mengaku], tidak kan lepas untuk melihat ia dari segi 'romantik'. Kerana ia bermain dengan hati. Dan hati itu pasti beremosi. Tercatat sudah ia sebagai hadith yang pertama di dalam hadith 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepentingannya? Penting seperti kita memerlukan oksigen, seperti kita memerlukan air untuk mandi, dan kita memerlukan makanan untuk berasa kenyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya Allah Maha Penyayang, tahu Dia apa yang kita mahu, tahunya Dia, kenapa kita bersungguh-sungguh melakukan sesuatu. Dengan asbab yang terselit malu di dalam hati kita, Dia menganugerahkan kita hasil-hasil yang bersesuaian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contoh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia [bukan nama atau orang sebenar] membaca buku kerana ingin mendapat markah tertinggi di dalam kelasnya. Maka markah tertinggi juga yang dia dapat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi [juga bukana nama atau orang sebenar] sentiasa tersenyum agar dia mendapat ramai kawan-kawan. Maka, ramailah kawan-kawan di sisinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, itu sahaja yang Nadia dan Mimi akan dapat. Kebahagiaan? Keamanan? Ketenangan? Kepuasan? Ya, memang dia akan merasa begitu, namun semuanya hanyalah sementara. Itupun jika dia berjaya berusaha hingga ke ahkirnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuba kalau si mimi tadi, asyik tersenyum memanjang dari pagi hingga ke malam, tapi, tiada seorang pun yang ingin membalas  senyumannya..apakah yang dia dapat? Penat. Lelah, dan sakit muka, sebab senyuman itu satu jenis senaman muka yang efektif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, mimi akan berputus asa. Kerana apa yang diharapkan tidak menjadi pula. Masa yang dia gunakan untuk bersenyum? Sia-sia. Hanya duka yang menemaninya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we tried it with a different objective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Nadia membaca buku kerana ingin menuntut ilmu, kerana ia adalah salah satu suruhan Allah yang pertama dan utama. Sambil itu, dia mengharap agar dia mendapat keputusan yang cemerlang, jika benar tidak, dia pasti Allah lebih mengetahui kepentingannya, dan keperluannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome from this? Ada dua, bagus dan tidak bagus, apa-apa pun outcome, Nadia pasti redha kerana ia adalah pemberian Allah, dan Allah lebih tahu yang mana lebih sesuai untuk kita. Ah, maybe my examples are very vague, but that is all i can come up for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya, point yang cuba nak disampaikan, niat di hati kita adalah rahsia antara kita dengan Allah. Sama juga dengan doa-doa kita, hanya Allah yang tahu. Jadi, renungkan, kita sebagai hamba, dan Allah sebagai Tuan kita, namun Dia lebih memahami kita. Hoho, saya semacam sudah mula merepek. Itulah yang terjadi kalau asyik pending untuk habiskan sesuatu itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubungan kita sebagai hambaNya dengan Allah sebagai pemilik jasad dan nyawa kita, adalah lebih kompleks dari hubungan kita dengan ibu dan bapa kita, hubungan kita dengan sahabat kita, ataupun hubungan yang paling popular sekarang, hubungan pakwe dan makwe..huhu. Kerana Allah lebih mengenali kita berbanding kita mengenali diri kita sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKlah, saya rasa saya dah mula merepek. Please, i hope adalah sikit-sikit point yang saudara atau saudari boleh dapat. InsyaAllah, kalau tidak, bacalah lagi, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: hubungan sulit bersama...jeng jeng jeng!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-3732115320419851495?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3732115320419851495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=3732115320419851495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3732115320419851495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3732115320419851495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2009/10/perkiraan.html' title='perkiraan'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-3483659566416941532</id><published>2009-10-09T18:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:56:42.552+07:00</updated><title type='text'>berfikir</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, kebelakangan ini telah disibukkan dengan kerja-kerja yang insyaAllah untuk meraih keredhaan Allah. Alhamdulillah juga, jarang timbul masalah yang susah untuk diselesaikan. Alhamdulillah, kerja-kerja minggu ini hampir selesai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah lama tidakku menulis. Rindu juga untuk berfikir sedalam-dalamnya untuk menghasilkan sebuah penulisan. Bagi diri ini, tidak mahulah menulis mengikut perasaan, tidak mahu juga menulis untuk kepentingan, menulis sekadar ingin berkongsi, belajar dan muhasabah kembali setiap apa yang timbul di fikiran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, kebuntuan yang melanda diri ini, tidak ku tahu bagaimana untuk men-nyahkan ia. Lama juga. Tidak tahu juga dari mana datang buntu ini, kenapa buntu ini melewati diri dan bilakah ia akan pergi. Hanya mampu berdoa. Hanya mampu mengharap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kerana berasa segan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin takut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, terangilah hati ini, segarkan kembali akal ini, agar dapatku berfikir dengan lebih jelas, agar dapatku terus menyumbang, agar aku lebih berusaha, untuk mengejar keredhaan mu yang SUPER MAHAL itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga setiap langkah ku, dan langkah mu jua, beserta dengan niat, khas, hanya untukNya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-3483659566416941532?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3483659566416941532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=3483659566416941532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3483659566416941532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3483659566416941532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2009/10/berfikir.html' title='berfikir'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-609301885220602836</id><published>2009-10-02T22:15:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T06:43:52.427+07:00</updated><title type='text'>gambar..siri1</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, dah dapat merasa nak pegang camera. Dah pegang dah. Terima kasih ayahku. Semoga berjaya mem'purchase' canon 50d itu babah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini beberapa cubaan menangkap gambar...&lt;br /&gt;saya budak baru belajar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SsYbdwwCl8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/JCZXTWFxrEE/s1600-h/IMG_8897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SsYbdwwCl8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/JCZXTWFxrEE/s320/IMG_8897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388024202311931842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SsaKMIZ2TjI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gdpp2PJt4EE/s1600-h/IMG_8677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SsaKMIZ2TjI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gdpp2PJt4EE/s320/IMG_8677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388145945214340658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SsaId1-8DrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/d8woTk1UocI/s1600-h/IMG_8721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SsaId1-8DrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/d8woTk1UocI/s320/IMG_8721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388144050484022962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SsaM14KTmMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/p8VvtEqYNco/s1600-h/IMG_8858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SsaM14KTmMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/p8VvtEqYNco/s320/IMG_8858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388148861431945410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ps...susah benar nak upload gambar dalam blog ek? sape ada pendapat? pls sharing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-609301885220602836?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/609301885220602836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=609301885220602836&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/609301885220602836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/609301885220602836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2009/10/gambarsiri1.html' title='gambar..siri1'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SsYbdwwCl8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/JCZXTWFxrEE/s72-c/IMG_8897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-3799904088523547834</id><published>2009-09-29T05:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:19:30.793+07:00</updated><title type='text'>menulis</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah sekian lama blog ini tidak diupdate. Kenapa? Bukanlah kerana writer's block, bukan juga kerana ketandusan idea [ada lah sikit-sikit], tetapi kerana takut. Takut apa yang ditulis melukakan hati orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takut melukakan hati.&lt;br /&gt;Takut mengajar orang benda yang sesat.&lt;br /&gt;Takut mencalarkan nama baik apa-apa sahaja yang berkaitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih kecil bertatih di dalam bidang penulisan, ilmu pun tak cukup, sikit sahaja, malas pula tu nak pergi belajar. Pada pemikiran, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am not the right person to do this&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika benar begitu, kenapa menulis?&lt;br /&gt;Jika benar begitu, why bother?&lt;br /&gt;Jika benar begitu, kenapa setiap hari membuka blog ini untuk menulis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah banyak post yang telah saya cuba karangkan, and it is always halfway done, sebab in the middle, mesti selalu terfikir, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ish, kalo tulis macam ni mesti orang cakap, budak ni tak betul la, asyik ikut otak dia sahaja, fikir logik sahaja&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang ini, apa yang saya pentingkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persepsi manusia.&lt;br /&gt;Perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, manusia telah dianugerahkan dengan kebolehan untuk berfikir apa sahaja yang dia mahu, dan pastinya, setiap dari kita ingin menjadi BETUL. Bagus juga itu, kerana kita pasti tidak mahu berfikir dengan SALAH. But, apakah kayu pengukur, what is the borders, between RIGHT and WRONG? Dari mana kita mendapat kepastian untuk menyatakan...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yalah, betul la tu&lt;/span&gt;... ataupun...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ish, salah ni&lt;/span&gt;...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perception kita. Yang telah di doktrin ke dalam otak kita sejak kita kecil lagi, tidak kisahlah ia daripada buku, ibu bapa, kawan-kawan, televisyen, dan sebagainya. Dari situlah kita akan berkata, dengan pastinya...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haah...that's right...no, that's wrong&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada salah untuk berpersepsi.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak benar juga untuk berpersepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manusia itu instinctnya sangat bergantung pada matanya. Hence the phrase :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see is what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada kena mengena dengan topik kita. Tetapi, pastinya, setiap kali kita melihat sesuatu pada pertama kali, pasti akan terdetik pada hati kenyataan-kenyataan yang belum tentu betul, belum tentu salah. Our first perception has been done. Dan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manusia itu sentiasa berpegang pada persepsinya yang pertama tadi, biar ia benar atau salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa? Takut untuk dikatakan...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kau salah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihat, saya baru sahaka memadamkan beberapa ayat tadi, kerana takut, takut ia akan dipertikaikan. Kerna persepsi saya, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;apabila kita bersalah, kita ini sangat jahat, full stop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the word full stop, or period, nothing can change it [for now, maybe]. Or even if it changes, it is only for a while. Sebab hati dan otak saya akan sentiasa kembali kepada konklusi berwarna merah tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full stop, period. Susah untuk dirubah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, saya sentiasa berfikir kembali, kenapa tidak boleh salah?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i be wrong, when being wrong helps me understand what is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana telah ditetapkan sebegitu oleh manusia, bukan Tuhan. &lt;br /&gt;Apabila kita salah, masalah pasti akan datang.&lt;br /&gt;Apabila salah, kerja-kerja tidak kan menjadi.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, kita tidak boleh salah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isk, my words have become contradictory.&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave at here. For now, insyaAllah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-3799904088523547834?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3799904088523547834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=3799904088523547834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3799904088523547834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/3799904088523547834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/menulis.html' title='menulis'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-7963766399435253383</id><published>2009-09-09T16:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:56:15.886+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post kali ini</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, syukur diucapkan kerana masih berkesempatan untuk menghirup udara pemberiannya di bulan yang mulia ini. Sudah hari ke berapa kita berpuasa? Mari kita renungkan sejenak apa yang telah kita rebutkan selama ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, post ini dah tergendala selama beberapa hari, atau minggu. Entahlah, semangat hilang? Confidence hilang? Idea terbang? InsyaAllah, hari ini berusaha juga untuk menghabiskannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya, saya nak tulis pasal gempa bumi haritu di Jawa Barat. Adalah, dekat juga dengan tempat saya belajar. Masa tu tengah tutorial, case Burn Injury. Doctor bagi break kejap, Doctor Jimi.[betul kot ejaan]. Dalam kelas masa tu, adalah dalam 9 orang. Tengah berehat-rehat, ada yang duduk membaca, ada yang termenung entah ke mana[saya lah tu], ada yang tengah kira-kira buku dalam rak buku [tanggungjawab].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengah-tengah merewang-rewang di atas awan, tiba-tiba rasa lantai di bawah kaki bergoyang. Mula-mula goyang sikit je. Kelas yang senyap tadi, menjadi lebih senyap. Semua saling berpandangan. Mula-mula fikir, biasalah, bangunan memang akan bergoyang, macam kat shopping mall, rasa gegaran lantai. Contoh macam mid valley ke. Pernah terasa lantai bergoyang kat Mid valley, ataupun KLCC? Hah, macam tu lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, shaking tu jadi lebih kuat. Kerusi, meja, rak buku, semua bergoyang, side to side lah, not up and down [sebab ada pakcik ni cakap, kalau gegaran yang up and down tu yang bahaya]. Anyway, sambung balik cerita, semua orang jadi cemas. Yang tertidur tadi, terus terbangun, kawan yang tengah kira-kira buku pula, pandang je rak buku tu, saya pun pandang je rak buku tu. Kenapa dia bergoyang macam tu ek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing yang came to my mind, bangunan ni nak roboh lah! Dengar betul-betul, kelas sebelah yang tadi bising, dah jadi senyap. Sudah. Kitorang pun terus lah bangun. In the midst of trying to save our skin, teringat, purse, identification, semua dalam bag. Capai beg, nak ambil purse, dalam cemas-cemas tu, i just grabbed my whole bag [lagi-lagi bag baru, parents bagi birthday present]and we ran. Keluar je pintu tutor [tak keluar bangunan lagi], gegaran tu dah berhenti. Tapi, still rasa nak keluar, takut something wrong dengan bangunan tu ke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we went back into our class. After 30 minutes, tiba-tiba, elektrik takde. Lampu semua terpadam. Kitorang pun packing la, takut betul-betul bangunan something wrong, time tu la Doctor masuk, dia cakap, 'teruskan kelas'. Kitorang pun duduk balik. Tak sampai 1 hour, kitorang keluar balik, masing-masing blur, entah apa yang kitorang bincang tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subhanallah, itulah perkataan pertama yang harus saya ucapkan sebenarnya. Tidak pernah merasakan gempa, Malaysia, macam tidak pernah gempa. But, Allah gave me the oppurtunity to feel, and empathize with these people who had always faced this natural disaster. Tidak mampu ku gambarkan perasaan dan keadaan yang berlaku hari itu. Kalaulah saya berfikir dengan lebih terbuka, saya akan memvideokan segala-galanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, ASTAGHFIRULLAH. Beristighfarlah, dan bertaubatlah wahai manusia, sesungguhnya Allah Maha Pengampun. Masakan tidak, apa yang terlintas di fikiran adalah : Selamatkan diri, selamatkan diri, selamatkan barang-barang! Apakah, itulah dia, cintakan dunia, takutkan kematian. Ya, saya akui, setiap kali saya terfikir tentang kematian, bergetar diri ini, meremang bulu roma, kerana takut. Takut kerana kubur itu gelap, dan sempit dan berseorangan. Dan, amalan diri ini TIDAK CUKUP untuk meraih keredhaanNya. Astaghfirullah, astaghfirullah, astaghfirullah. Terus-terang saya katakan, telah lama hati ini tidak bereaksi ketika disebut 'Allah'. Astaghfirullah, ampunilah hambaMu ini, ya Allah....Astaghfirullah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terakhir sekali [banyak lagi sebenarnya], terfikir, termenung dan terdiam. Getaran bumi di rasakan ketika...bulan Ramadhan. Ya Allah, apakah itu amaran? Bulan suci, bulan penuh keberkahan. Datangnya gempa, di bulan Ramadhan? Saya tidak pasti jika anda dapat merasakan sesuatu, namun saya dapat merasakan something signifikan, something important yang termiss, oleh diri ini yang sangat suka alpa dan lalai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peringatan dari Allah kepada hambaNya, siapakah sebenarnya pemilik bebola biru hijau ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peringatan buat hamba-hambaNya yang semakin leka, realiti kehidupan, tujuan diciptakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dan janganlah engkau berjalan di bumi ini dengan sombong, kerana sesungguhnya, engkau tidak akan dapat menembus bumi dan tidak akan mampu menjulang setinggi gunung. ~ Al-Isra' [17] : 37"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maka apakah kamu merasa aman bahawa Dia tidak akan membenamkan sebahagian daratan bersama kamu atau Dia meniupkan (angin yang keras) batu-batu kecil? Dan kamu tidak akan mendapat seorang pelindung pun, ~Al-Isra'[17] : 68"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you really read the Quran, you'll notice that Allah usually sent earthquakes, to destroy those who disobey the teachings taught through His messengers. Astaghfirullah. Astaghfirullah.&lt;br /&gt;Let's be ready for this next earthquake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dengan nama Allah Yang Maha pengasih, Maha Penyayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Apabila bumi digoncangkan dengan goncangan yang dahsyat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;dan bumi telah mengeluarkan beban-beban berat [yang dikandung]nya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;dan manusia bertanya "Apa yang terjadi pada bumi ini?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pada hari itu bumi menyampaikan beritanya, kerana sesungguhnya Tuhanmu telah memerintahkan (yang demikian itu) padanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Pada hari itu manusia keluar dari kuburnya dalam keadaan berkelompok-kelompok, untuk di perlihatkan kepada mereka (balasan) semua perbuatannya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Maka barangsiapa mengerjakan kebaikan seberat zarah, nescaya dia akan melihat (balasan)nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dan barangsiapa mengerjakan kejahatan sebesar zarah, nescaya dia akan melihat (balasan)nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Az-Zilzal[99] : 1-8"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-7963766399435253383?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7963766399435253383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=7963766399435253383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/7963766399435253383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/7963766399435253383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-kali-ini.html' title='Post kali ini'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-254459758515417720</id><published>2009-09-03T16:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:50:42.560+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One she almost never knew - Part 3</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia memandang gadis tersebut yang hanya tersenyum menanti jawapannya. Otaknya ligat berfikir. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apa yang harus aku buat&lt;/span&gt;? Mencari, mencari dia jalan mudah untuk menyatakan tidak, namun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, saya lapar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah yang keluar dengan mudah dari mulutnya. Ingin dia menarik kembali kata-katanya itu. Jika mampu, ingin dia menyedut kembali, memotong atau apa sahaja yang mampu dia lakukan untuk menghilangkan kata-kata itu. Tersedarnya dia dari lamunan menghukum diri, dia sudah berada di luar masjid , tangan kanannya dipimpin, tangan kirinya kuat memegang beg tangan berjenama Gucci bewarna hitam itu. Suasana bising di luar tandas membawanya kembali kepada realiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maaf, cik. Saya tersasul tadi. Thanx bagi pinjam tuala tu. Saya ok dah. Thanx for everything. I'm fine now," katanya sambil menarik tangannya dari genggaman gadis tadi, gadis pejabat yang menyelamatkannya tadi. Gadis itu berhenti, namun tangannya tidak dilepaskan. Mata mereka bertemu, dan dia terasa sedikit malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You said you were hungry. Jom, saya belanja. Jangan risau. Saya dah habis kerja dah. Please, i insist," balas gadis itu. Menunggu kembali jawapan dari dia. Dia resah. Dia gelisah. Ingin sahaja dia melarikan diri. Tetapi tangannya masih kemas digenggam oleh gadis tadi. Kelibat lelaki-lelaki tadi yang mengepungnya kelihatan diekor matanya. Dia takut, terus menggenggam kembali tangan gadis itu. Gadis itu mengangguk lalu membawa dia ke sebuah restoran berdekatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah mereka duduk dan memesan makanan, dia diam memandang meja. Gadis tadi sibuk menekan-nekan kekunci telefon bimbitnya. Pekerja-pekerja restoran tersebut lalu-lalang di sebelah meja mereka. Bising. Bingit. Itulah keadaan biasa di gerai-gerai makanan mamak. Dia memerhatikan sekelilingnya, kerana itu adalah kebiasaannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki berkaca mata di meja kiri memesan teh tarik. Sekumpulan remaja lelaki berbaju putih, berseluar hijau tua duduk di meja depan, memesan roti canai, setiap seorang satu. Di sebelah kanannya pula terdapat sekumpulan lelaki, bergaya seperti orang pejabat, berborak dengan kuatnya sambil menikmati air teh tarik yang sudah hampir habis. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cawan dah nak kosong, cerita tak habis-habis lagi&lt;/span&gt;, fikirnya di dalam hati. Dia kembali melihat gadis di depannya, sibuk membalas panggilan telefonnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cik. sekali lagi, terima kasih atas segalanya. I really appreciate it. Saya tengok awak macam sibuk je, maaflah saya dah ganggu cik. Saya tak mahu menyusahkan cik lagi." katanya sambil menghulurkan beberapa keping wang kertas kepada gadis tadi. Gadis tadi yang baru sahaja habis bercakap-cakap di telefon, memandang tepat pada wajahnya. Matanya lari, segan untuk bertembung sekali lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nama awak siapa?" gadis itu bertanya tanpa mengambil wang yang telah dihulurkan. Sekali lagi dia terkesima, tidak tahu samada mahu lari dari situ atau menjawab persoalan gadis tersebut. Dia terduduk kembali. Lama dia mendiamkan diri. 2 pinggan roti canai dan 2 gelas milo ais diletakkan di atas meja oleh pekerja restoran itu. Gadis itu emngucapkan terima kasih kepada pekerja tadi. Tetapi, dia masih terdiam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-254459758515417720?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/254459758515417720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=254459758515417720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/254459758515417720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/254459758515417720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-she-almost-never-knew-part-3.html' title='The One she almost never knew - Part 3'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-5507803707838157425</id><published>2009-08-13T17:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:01:32.486+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One she almost never knew - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia memandang gadis tersebut. Baginya, gadis ini adalah tipikal, ada di mana-mana sahaja. Bertudung kemas dililit, memakai blouse lengan panjang, dan berseluar slacks. Gadis pejabat gayanya. Gadis itu masih tersenyum. Dia mengangguk dan terus membersihkan dirinya, membasuh mukanya yang penuh dengan kesan-kesan 'make-up' dan anggota tubuhnya yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintu tandas masjid itu tiada henti terbuka dan tutup. Wanita-wanita yang masuk ingin mengambil wudhu agar bersih dan boleh menyempurnakan rukun Islamnya. Pelbagai ragam. Pelbagai rupa. Ada yang bersama teman-teman. Lebih ramai yang bersendirian. Masing-masing masuk dengan pelbagai wajah, ada yang gembira, ada yang masam mencuka. Namun, kesemuanya melihat dia dengan pandangan yang jelas menyatakan 'perempuan tak guna'. Dia tidak menghiraukan pandangan mereka. Biasa. Hidupnya sehari-harian penuh dengan pandangan begitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah selesai membersihkan dirinya, dia memandang imejnya pada cermin di depannya. Sepasang mata bundar bewarna 'hazel', berbulu mata lentik, memandangnya kembali. Wajah yang putih bersih, namun bibirnya pucat tidak bewarna, rambut hitam yang beralun-alun, dia menikmati keindahan wajahnya pada cermin tersebut. Lama dia menatap cermin itu. Tidak tahu apa yang terlintas di fikirannya. Kedengaran seseorang berdehem di sebelahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia melihat di sebelah kanannya. Gadis tadi masih di situ. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, tunggu tuala ini agaknya&lt;/span&gt;, fikir dia sambil melihat tuala putih kecil yang sudah basah digunanya. Dia mengemas barang-barang yang dikeluarkan sedang dia membersihkan diri dan menuju ke arah gadis itu, sambil menghulurkan tuala kepadanya. Gadis itu berdiri diam sebentar, tunduk memandang tuala itu. Dia mengerutkan dahinya, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenapa dia tidak mengambilnya&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awak lapar?" Tiba-tiba gadis itu bertanya. Dia tercengang sebentar. Tandas itu yang sememangnya senyap dan kosong, bertambah menjadi sepi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-5507803707838157425?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5507803707838157425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=5507803707838157425&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5507803707838157425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/5507803707838157425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-she-almost-never-knew-part-2.html' title='The One she almost never knew - Part 2'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081887568239087658.post-305625619569264649</id><published>2009-08-12T17:42:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:33:03.373+07:00</updated><title type='text'>....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Aku....malu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Malu dengan jiwa-jiwa besar yang sedang menongkah arus penindasan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Malu aku dengan hati-hati suci yang mengharapkan masa depan yang cerah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Malu aku, malu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Segan...segan dengan mereka-mereka berminda segar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Malu dengan insan-insan yang berwawasan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Malu dengan mereka yang bermata jernih, melihat dunia dengan kaca yang beza sisinya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Malu dengan mereka yang ikhlas ketawa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Malu dengan mereka yang mengalirkan air mata keretakan hati...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Malu dengan mereka yang bersungguh menyelam lautan ilmu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Aku sungguh malu, dengan mereka yang  cekal mencari kebenaran...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Malu aku...hanya Allah yang tahu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Aku mahu berjiwa besar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Aku mahu berhati suci...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Aku mahu berminda segar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Namun, Allah memberi apa yang aku perlu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Agar aku belajar memperbaiki diri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Agar aku belajar menghargai insan-insan lain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Agar aku belajar mencintaiNya melalui kekurangan aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Kerana manusia tidaklah dicipta dengan kekurangan yang melemahkan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Manusia dihadiahkan kelemahan untuk menguatkan lagi percayanya dia kepadaNya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kerana, manusia itu istimewa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...istimewa?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....???.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081887568239087658-305625619569264649?l=floatingspeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/feeds/305625619569264649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081887568239087658&amp;postID=305625619569264649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/305625619569264649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081887568239087658/posts/default/305625619569264649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatingspeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='....?'/><author><name>mysterious_musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665443057365040070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGmSDo351Fc/SaEgT0DaA9I/AAAAAAAAABY/WTlDn_xnSNE/S220/dnangel_34_1024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
