tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356178022024-03-13T23:49:59.616-07:00: : whispers unplugged : :If you want something in your life and you aren't praying tahajud for it, then in reality you don't really want it - Shaykh Yasir Qadhisarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-27357027699654909472014-04-25T08:19:00.001-07:002014-04-25T08:19:30.549-07:00Qaseh - Gold Standard Sunnah Drink<p dir="ltr">Bismillah..<br>
I have never actually taken any supplements before, not once after giving birth to Hayfa. Sometimes i would constantly tell myself that my body is okay, i eat healthy food (lah sangat!) And i exercise regularly. But the truth is, i just could not deny how fatigue and tired i get during lunch break and after work!</p>
<p dir="ltr">To the extent that i pity my husband who would suggest eating outside seeing how dull i look. Sometimes i couldnt even put up long enough to play with Hayfa, and i'd end up dozing off first before her!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Until one day a cousin and a friend suggested this product. What mesmerized me initially was how compact this food was, that it contained 1001 nutritional benefits. Of course even a clean eater would not be able to munch in 15 fruits and herbs all in once!</p>
<p dir="ltr">So i tried..and alhamdulillah, the effects were pretty much surprising! I could instantly feel that energy kicking in. My staff would say 'you look so different and bright today'!</p>
<p dir="ltr">So of course after a month consuming, i was determined to become a rania (rakaniaga or business partner) and from the start, i sold at least 10 bottles every week. Not bad for a start.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Okay i'll continue nextweek. Will talk about how people approached me and became enlightened to try the product.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Belum cuba belum tahu! Toodles! Salam :)</p>
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One good thing about USS was that they had child swap pass, which I think is rather baby-friendly, and yes parents with babies that could't get on the rides do not have to queue twice. So both of us had the chance to ride the 4D transformers ride, twas like we were in the movies! Then papa got on the cyclone roller-coaster, and I had a dino-soar fly with Hayfa. After that it was all Hayfa-friendly rides. We also had a quick tour to the SEA aquarium, which has the largest tank in the world, leaving Hayfa awe struck.<br />
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sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-73561645224699311702013-05-18T01:44:00.001-07:002013-05-18T01:44:50.004-07:00TestingTesting againsarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-60585573789934319942013-05-17T22:11:00.001-07:002013-05-17T22:11:11.543-07:00TestingTesting from my bb. Wonder if it works? Let's see..sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-79500604701266652882013-03-19T16:21:00.001-07:002013-03-21T08:22:39.431-07:002013Assalamualaikum!<br />
I know that it is pretty late for me to actually write my first post of 2013 in May, but oh well better late than never. My wish is that one day my kids could actually read, you know, like a story book of what had happened before they were born, how they were as babies etc. First and foremost alhamdulillah for everything that Allah has granted me. I have just encountered this blogger app and boy tis way cool! Like writing has never been a hastle! One of the major reasons of the large hiatus is because I have rarely used my notebook, and been doing lotsa work with the ipad, but I find that using blog via Safari is a bit hard. Until one day Dr Halina wrote about this app, so here I am! sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-63892191475056944812012-05-19T05:47:00.000-07:002012-05-19T05:47:40.080-07:00The last countdownHayfa is 11 months old today, and she is growing fast - despite the fact that she has no teeth yet! Haha..today's achievement? Well after months of crawling backwards, alhamdulillah she has learned to crawl frontwards! A big achievement for my little sayang! Proud of u laling! Though she did have a bump on the forehead - tersembam sebab salah gostan lol.<br />
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Mama? Mama is trying hardddd not to feel sad coz papa tak dapat cuti sobsob...and mama cuti semingguuuu sobsobs...I guess Allah wants me to learn how to become a good housewife! Weehuu!<br />
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And yes alhamdulillah today we have received Hayfa's new SSC! Will upload more pictures of it okay! :)<br />
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Toodles!sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com0Kuala Lumpur, Federal Territory of Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia3.139003 101.6868553.0121645000000004 101.5289265 3.2658415 101.84478349999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-65095315359510732612012-05-18T21:46:00.001-07:002012-05-18T21:46:52.922-07:00Salam and hi people!
Okay so it has looooong been the last time since i did a post (yaaaaaa typical me) however upon stumbling on to Dr Halina's blog yesterday, I figured I just had to right about hayfa's milestones quick! What more with one week leave, it's pretty much a must! Stay tuuuuned people!sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-3553253841658835782012-01-07T00:25:00.000-08:002012-01-07T08:27:35.104-08:00And then came me!<div style="text-align: left;">This post was supposed to be written by Mama 6 months ago. However she was rather busy, and Papa kept on insisting, so I’m writing this on behalf of them instead.</div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Posted by Hayfa Ibtisam Binti Mohd Ismail :P</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">19062011 - Mama was a G1P0 woman pregnant at 38 weeks 4 days<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">300am</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">It all happened on one fine morning when mama suddenly felt a gush of fluid soaking her bed down under. Twas so massive, she just had to go to the bathroom. Gosh clear liquor was leaking out aplenty, non-stop! Thrilled yet nervous, mama woke papa up from his dreams, only to find out that papa was twice as scared!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">So mama called tok mama:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Tok mama: Laaaa ni mesti dah pecah ayaq ketuban nih! Siap cepat kita pi spital.</p><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">At first mama was a bit reluctant because the contractions were still mild and irregular, hence she would be admitted as PROM<18H (mama malas nak duduk wad lama-lama sebab hari-hari pergi wad T_T).<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">So she called the <st1:place st="on">PAC.</st1:place></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Mama: Salam nak tanya, HO mana oncall PAC eh sekarang?</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">JM: Dr Aliah<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">Mama: Ok, terima kasih! Saya dah LL (leaking liquor) lah akak, huhu<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">Dr Aliah was mama’s friend, and a very good doctor, so mama agreed on going early.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">430am<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Mama, papa, tok abah and tok mama (and me!) arrived at the <st1:place st="on">PAC.</st1:place> Obviously there were no other patients, so Dr Aliah attended to mama stat.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">Dr Aliah: Clear liquor demonstrable, tapi os still closed lah Sarah (which meant that ‘the door’ was still closed). Sarah kena admitlah ye macam biasa </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-hansi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"><span>J</span></span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">Mama: Huahuaa malasnyeee…okay takpe-takpe </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"><span>J</span></span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">So after all the examinations etc, 600am mama was sent to Bed 2, Ward 5E. Tok abah and tok mama went back home first, and papa accompanied mama up to the ward. He also bought mama 2 pieces of roti canai (tiba-tiba mama mengidam roti canai T_T).<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Hour by hour the contractions were getting regular and stronger. By 12 noon, they were 2:10:20. Dr Zulida the Specialist oncall made a VE, and it was already 2cm, but the cervix was still thick. She did an S&S (sweep and stretch). Mama was also given ampicillin (even though HVS was negative, Dr Zulida insisted on it as doctors turn out to be one of the major GBS carriers, hence, just to be on the safe side).</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">1500<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">The contractions were getting stronger as ever. Mama timed them by herself; it was already 3:10:30. The pain was soooo unbearable, she just had to call the nurse. Dr Norliza the new MO made a VE.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">Dr Norliza: 3cm, effaced lah Sarah! So saya suruh diorang push awak ke LR ye!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Mama: Ooooo…kkkayyy *gulp*</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Mama was pushed down to the LR with a very tight face! 1630hrs, Dr Ain the MO oncall made a VE: 4cm it was. Mama was given IM Nubain.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">However the contractions were sooooo painful; she just had to sniff Entonox PRN – and mama became sooooo high on entonox! Sampai papa pun takut T_T</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">But the pain was soooo irresistible, sampai mama cakar-cakar tangan papa, so Dr Ain offered to mama epidural analgesia.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">1800hrs<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Mama agreed, and dad signed the consent, but just as the anesthesiologists were about to explain the procedure what not, the JM in charge VEed; “Dah 7cm lah doktor!”.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Mama: Haaaa cepatnya! (Mama cuak gile okay!)</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Well the contractions were 4:10:30, and mum felt so restless, and before you knew it, the JM screamed: “Dr dah fully!!!!!”.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">In came Dr Liyana the HO oncall (as Dr Ain was rather busy).</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">Dr Liyana” Okay Sarah, ingat macam mana awak suruh patient push, macam <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">tula</st1:city></st1:place> jugak awak buat ye. 1, 2, 3, teraaaaaammm!!!”.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">The 2<sup>nd</sup> stage was rather quick. After 4-5 pushes I finally came out. Phew!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">Everything was different outside the door. I remembered laying down on mama’s chest, and then they handed me to papa. I heard papa recite the athan, MashaAllah it was beautiful </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"><span>J</span></span><span lang="EN-US">.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">2200hrs<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Mama and me were pushed upstairs to Ward 8B Bed 8. Tok mama, tok abah and paksu Ariff were all excited, waiting. After some hugs and kisses, they went back home, leaving papa, mama and me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">The coming day the rest of the family came to see me; Makngah Hani, Makteh Mira, Makcik Nisa, Atok, Opah, Paklong Hussin, Pakngah Hassan, Makngah Min and Maksu Nurul…and many other friends of mama and papa. I felt so blessed </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-hansi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"><span>J</span></span><span lang="EN-US">.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>*<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>*<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>*<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">Well that was what had happened 6 months ago. Sorry for the humongous hiatus! It was just that, mama said she just has to publish this asap. She wants all of my milestones recorded virtually.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US">To date, I am trying hard to crawl, which is rather difficult. Everyone is urging me to crawl fast! I could also recognize faces now, and I cry when unfamiliar faces pop in sight. I eat rather a lot, like 2 full bowls of porridge and some Farley’s biscuits per day (I weighed 6.6kg when I was 6 months old, can’t wait to see how much it’d be for the next check up!). Mummy has already taught me to sleep in my own bed </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"><span>J</span></span><span lang="EN-US"> And yes I think I could understand adult language now, haha!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">May Allah bless mama and papa and everyone around me ^___^</p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgpZYrx_QDA/TwgsGMBItiI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/tlAA0DIdhik/s1600/hayfa1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgpZYrx_QDA/TwgsGMBItiI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/tlAA0DIdhik/s400/hayfa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694850213626820130" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgpZYrx_QDA/TwgsGMBItiI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/tlAA0DIdhik/s1600/hayfa1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgpZYrx_QDA/TwgsGMBItiI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/tlAA0DIdhik/s1600/hayfa1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; ">Me: 1 hour of life; 2.7kg</div></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgpZYrx_QDA/TwgsGMBItiI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/tlAA0DIdhik/s1600/hayfa1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdo0cNCFC6s/TwgsGnSOtJI/AAAAAAAAB_k/c_TpdreA9mg/s400/hayfa1m.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694850220946273426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgpZYrx_QDA/TwgsGMBItiI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/tlAA0DIdhik/s1600/hayfa1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgpZYrx_QDA/TwgsGMBItiI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/tlAA0DIdhik/s1600/hayfa1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; ">1st month; 3.1kg</div></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWeS7VGXnK4/TwgsHMl8gmI/AAAAAAAAB_s/m-gcsvkCHPY/s400/hayfa2m.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694850230961078882" /><div style="text-align: center;"><u>2nd month of life; 3.4kg</u></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u>Below: 3rd month of life; 4.3kg</u></span></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgpZYrx_QDA/TwgsGMBItiI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/tlAA0DIdhik/s1600/hayfa1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgpZYrx_QDA/TwgsGMBItiI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/tlAA0DIdhik/s1600/hayfa1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oq8akN5wgEU/TwgsHYUNq8I/AAAAAAAAB_8/6oI5frru4pk/s400/hayfa3m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694850234107931586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><br /></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgpZYrx_QDA/TwgsGMBItiI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/tlAA0DIdhik/s1600/hayfa1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WkvCixZniG4/TwhvBJP1TNI/AAAAAAAACAs/BzLjIhKjFzE/s400/hayfa4m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694923794262871250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1M2Bd5TMJT0/Twgq07rpyTI/AAAAAAAAB_M/d8RNvr7ugsE/s1600/DSC_8511.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1M2Bd5TMJT0/Twgq07rpyTI/AAAAAAAAB_M/d8RNvr7ugsE/s400/DSC_8511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694848817672341810" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u>5th month of life; 5.9kg</u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1M2Bd5TMJT0/Twgq07rpyTI/AAAAAAAAB_M/d8RNvr7ugsE/s1600/DSC_8511.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgpZYrx_QDA/TwgsGMBItiI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/tlAA0DIdhik/s1600/hayfa1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-teMwEifErqg/TwgsV5n9dEI/AAAAAAAACAg/JdPMAURy2D8/s400/hayfa6m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694850483567293506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u>6 month of life; 6.6kg</u></span></div></div></div></div></div>sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-27699375269495906952010-10-26T02:55:00.000-07:002010-10-26T03:02:37.414-07:00Double the joy!Alhamdulillah. Yesterday two great news came dangling in altogether. Thank You Allah for your endless blessings. Just couldn't be more thankful. =)<div><br /></div><div>To cut things short, we have been posted to Hospital Serdang (smile!). Hubby is now tagging along in Medical Department, and wifey is posted to Orthopedics. InshaAllah the best departments for us to start internship.</div><div><br /></div><div>Another news is...well let's just hold it for a while, shall we? Save the best for the last *wink*wink*</div>sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-31339453130498802872010-08-29T08:55:00.000-07:002010-08-29T09:26:13.338-07:00Blissfully Married.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/THqE_Wu_UqI/AAAAAAAAB-w/3vxJmKs7uXU/s1600/IMG_6404+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/THqE_Wu_UqI/AAAAAAAAB-w/3vxJmKs7uXU/s400/IMG_6404+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510863318010516130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/THqE-y-gSCI/AAAAAAAAB-o/2toq3gqeq-Q/s1600/DSC02236.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/THqE-y-gSCI/AAAAAAAAB-o/2toq3gqeq-Q/s400/DSC02236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510863308411914274" /></a><br />Salam.<div><br /></div><div>I know this post is rather late for such an announcement, but this is it:</div><div><br /></div><div>I AM HAPPILY MARRIED =)</div><div><br /></div><div>The wedding went well alhamdulillah, and we had a fabulous honeymoon in Perth =).</div><div>Sekarang tengah kumpul duit untuk tunaikan haji pula.</div><div>We're done with the SPA interview, and are currently waiting for the induction call. Should be sometime after raya inshaAllah. Yup been pretty nervous to face the two years of total suffering, but being jobless is no good either.</div><div><br /></div><div>Doakan segalanya berjalan lancar.</div><div><br /></div><div>Come, let's seek for the auspicious night of Lailatul Qadr! =)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy2kCOF13LkzuYlNXvQqtiPNWO_MbhvieMqwm62D93QCElQ4HZ4iFQSEcLMeh4dz1TCjA4I-lZ2IRg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-87096097605379762262010-06-11T10:58:00.000-07:002010-06-11T11:11:45.266-07:00Cry me a river T_T<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">6 years of studying in Ukraine has definitely taken it's toll on me. Despite the banes and menaces, I have a feeling that I'd be missing this place pretty much. On top of it all, would be the precious moments I had had with my friends who have been with me through thick and thin. Thank you peeps (you know who you are) for being such a sport. You guys, I'd surely miss forever =)</span></span></span></div>sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-64455173034605795492010-06-07T00:38:00.000-07:002010-06-07T00:42:44.259-07:00swim like a butterfly!Salam.<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am done with 3 papers, alhamdulillah (woot wooot!) but the toughest 3 are yet to come T_T. I have mastered (cewah poyo!) backstroke and am struggling with freestyle, and wish to learn butterfly swimming strokes but the pool will be closing next week. Does anyone know any swimming classes in bangi? Pretty please leave a message/comment if you do..thanks!! =)</div>sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-77588778879176429352010-05-21T06:20:00.000-07:002010-05-21T06:28:16.552-07:00Facts Galore~<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.omg-facts.com%2Fview%2FFacts%2F1082&h=10c60" id="" title="" target="_blank" onclick="" style="" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," rel="nofollow">Having sex can reduce fever because of the sweat produced. Sex is also a pain reliever, ten times more effective than Valium: immediately before orgasm, levels of the hormone oxytocin rise by five times, determining a huge release of endorphins. These chemicals calm pain, from a minor headache to arthritis or migraines, and with no secondary effects. Migraines also disappear because the pressure in the brain's blood vessels is lowered while we have sex. So now we see that actually, a woman's headache is rather a good reason for having sex, not against it.</a><br /><br />Another reason to get hitched before internship! Wee!! =P<br /><br />source: <a href="http://news.softpedia.com/news/16-Reasons-Why-Sex-Is-Good-for-Your-Helath-67663.shtml">http://news.softpedia.com/news/16-Reasons-Why-Sex-Is-Good-for-Your-Helath-67663.shtml</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.omg-facts.com%2Fview%2FFacts%2F1082&h=10c60" id="" title="" target="_blank" onclick="" style="" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," rel="nofollow"></a></span></div><h6 class="uiStreamMessage uiStreamPassive"></h6>sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-4504992164418469442010-04-11T10:04:00.000-07:002010-04-11T10:23:43.489-07:00So much oh so much....Salam....<br /><br />So much to achieve by the end of this semester...<br /><br />1. A Diploma in MD<br />2. To master all four swimming styles<br />3. To pass the black belt Taekwondo grading<br />4. To get married! HOHOHO<br />5. To get a posting near home (hopefully)<br />6. To get kids...eh dah dah, cukup cukup :P<br /><br />Bismillahi tawakkaltu'alallah...Ganbatte nehhh!!!! ^___^sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-82726920215755723082010-02-02T11:06:00.000-08:002010-02-02T11:38:59.250-08:00Haru biruuu hehehe<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='408' height='343' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxciEAlC9G1fTeO6V2AUgf8lTeHPChsWGxJT3BBLauTXeT6k-Aupgeh2i8g1xYEzPfCMMubjsqiA20' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br />My fiance made this video and posted it at Facebook on 2nd February 2010, 00.01am.<br /><br />Macamana saya tak sayang dia? ^__^sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-68896352390793122362010-01-15T12:39:00.000-08:002010-01-16T00:25:14.173-08:00The Carpathian Mountains<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FsSR6oaVI/AAAAAAAAB9o/eG7dC6C63mM/s1600-h/IMG_2919.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FsSR6oaVI/AAAAAAAAB9o/eG7dC6C63mM/s400/IMG_2919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427238087260924242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The Carpathian Mountains are a chain of mountains that stretch from the Czech Republic to Slovakia, Romania, Poland, Hungary and Ukraine. The total length of the Carpathians is over 1500km, it's highest range being 8705 feet above sea level. Some of the people speak a rather unheard-of language such as Transcarpathian, while others remain using their respective mother tongues. Temperature ranges from as low as -15 celcius during winter, and 20 celcius in July (summer).<br /><br />Amongst the many villages alongside, one of them is Slavske. This is the place where we spent our winter hols ^__^<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FliQR-cLI/AAAAAAAAB8g/8Cro6GjrA4Y/s1600-h/IMG_2931.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FliQR-cLI/AAAAAAAAB8g/8Cro6GjrA4Y/s400/IMG_2931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427230665118478514" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">To get to the destination, we had to take a train from Simferopol to Lviv which took us 26 hours HAHA imagine that! All our muscles were cramped and ached galore~<br /><br />Initially the plan was to go skiing; however Allah had other plans, and so on the day we arrived the snow was starting to melt. So instead of skiing, we hopped on to the 2600m long cable car to get to the top of the mountain which stood 1230m above sea level.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FqFGoNf4I/AAAAAAAAB8o/JGXcNUZ7ffk/s1600-h/IMG_2800.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FqFGoNf4I/AAAAAAAAB8o/JGXcNUZ7ffk/s400/IMG_2800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427235661869318018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The cable car ride upwards</span><br /></span></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FqFigx7ZI/AAAAAAAAB8w/S6X3eiFlbCk/s1600-h/IMG_2806.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FqFigx7ZI/AAAAAAAAB8w/S6X3eiFlbCk/s400/IMG_2806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427235669354343826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FqF3AFXLI/AAAAAAAAB84/52fMIQVb2So/s1600-h/IMG_2818.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FqF3AFXLI/AAAAAAAAB84/52fMIQVb2So/s400/IMG_2818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427235674854350002" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FqGLe4a0I/AAAAAAAAB9A/U6On1lMC_js/s1600-h/IMG_2824.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FqGLe4a0I/AAAAAAAAB9A/U6On1lMC_js/s400/IMG_2824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427235680352234306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A cottage that sits on on top of the mountain</span><br /></span></div><br />The view from above MashaAllah was fantastic! Subhanallah *speechless*<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FqGWlpxuI/AAAAAAAAB9I/NXb9_dIVDe4/s1600-h/IMG_2828.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FqGWlpxuI/AAAAAAAAB9I/NXb9_dIVDe4/s400/IMG_2828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427235683333424866" border="0" /></a><br />We also had a few horse rides, and built a little snowman ^__^<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1Ftvl13D4I/AAAAAAAAB-A/oCmuJ4FsWBA/s1600-h/DSC01546.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1Ftvl13D4I/AAAAAAAAB-A/oCmuJ4FsWBA/s400/DSC01546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427239690337456002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FtwUdy-KI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/QToFEcdibnc/s1600-h/DSC01567.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FtwUdy-KI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/QToFEcdibnc/s400/DSC01567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427239702852991138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FtwHTB38I/AAAAAAAAB-I/nspYByd1lsY/s1600-h/DSC01559.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FtwHTB38I/AAAAAAAAB-I/nspYByd1lsY/s400/DSC01559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427239699318169538" border="0" /></a><br />Sometimes it felt like we were sooo close to the sun! Even two layers of gloves and thick socks weren't enough to counterfeit the frosty coldness.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FsRJQvtEI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/-R1PDUBQEOg/s1600-h/IMG_2865.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FsRJQvtEI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/-R1PDUBQEOg/s400/IMG_2865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427238067757888578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FsRvjFBwI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/WE1M-Sqz0i8/s1600-h/IMG_2895.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FsRvjFBwI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/WE1M-Sqz0i8/s400/IMG_2895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427238078035330818" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FtwvqA0YI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Gc1Ij11DV2E/s1600-h/DSC01582.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FtwvqA0YI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Gc1Ij11DV2E/s400/DSC01582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427239710151987586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The ride downwards</span><br /></span></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FtvQv6SXI/AAAAAAAAB94/VJ1TXyyOXag/s1600-h/DSC01530.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FtvQv6SXI/AAAAAAAAB94/VJ1TXyyOXag/s400/DSC01530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427239684675357042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">After the ride downwards, we strolled along the little bumpy roads and shopped at some souvenir stalls. The folks here were rather friendly and felt enthused to encounter such visitors from as far as Malaysia! Hohoho.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FsSqnfXHI/AAAAAAAAB9w/DCZ3IivLyPg/s1600-h/IMG_2948.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FsSqnfXHI/AAAAAAAAB9w/DCZ3IivLyPg/s400/IMG_2948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427238093891525746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FuvXZ1wbI/AAAAAAAAB-g/4-_POUzJicw/s1600-h/DSC01591.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FuvXZ1wbI/AAAAAAAAB-g/4-_POUzJicw/s400/DSC01591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427240785973461426" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">During our stay there we spent three nights at Fayno Cottage. It was a very small yet homey cottage, which not only has Disney Channel, but also a sauna! Pampering your body with the blazing sauna heat after a long cold day is sooo soothing I tell you..yippie!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">After three nights spectating the sunrise and sunset between the mountains, we headed back to Lviv and spent a night at the Ukrainian Home Hostel; a very Europe-like hostel that rated highest at <a href="http://hostelbookers.com">http://hostelbookers.com</a> . We had a tour around the city; it reminded me most of Poland due to the similarity of its architecture elements.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FlhX-ws1I/AAAAAAAAB8I/Osom6U9iPqY/s1600-h/IMG_3255.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1FlhX-ws1I/AAAAAAAAB8I/Osom6U9iPqY/s400/IMG_3255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427230650005500754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The owner (Igor) and us</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1Flg9Cwy-I/AAAAAAAAB8A/84zj-1IEBPA/s1600-h/IMG_3239.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1Flg9Cwy-I/AAAAAAAAB8A/84zj-1IEBPA/s400/IMG_3239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427230642774526946" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">At the kitchen</span><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1Flh6bXeTI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/JqtwBUx2kYM/s1600-h/IMG_3026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1Flh6bXeTI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/JqtwBUx2kYM/s400/IMG_3026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427230659252287794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">At one of the souvenir stalls</span><br /></span></div><br />The following day it was toodles for Lviv. Thank You Allah for the chance You gave us to explore something so spectacular.<br /><br />Goodbye everyone! Till we meet again ^__^<br /><br />Wassalam...sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-43509968022777687502010-01-06T01:21:00.000-08:002010-01-15T01:54:01.330-08:002009 End of Year Summary.Assalamualaikum...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So the first semester of my final years have actually ended (yikes!) and I am in the middle of the winter hols, and am trying to use it to the utmost fruitfullest before classes start. Flakes of snow has just started dribbling all over Crimea with a mean temperature of -5 celcius; hence the polar-hibernating-mode of most students.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1A2ewymdCI/AAAAAAAAB74/SWOuMPlSX74/s1600-h/DSC01573.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1A2ewymdCI/AAAAAAAAB74/SWOuMPlSX74/s400/DSC01573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426897453102560290" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Okay, this isn't actually in Crimea. This is somewhere on top of the Carpathian Mountains. InshaAllah details will be in the next post.<br /></span></div><br />To begin with (actually, I don't know how to begin with..the hiatus has been so long!) I'll start by showing you some of this year's Eid's pictures. This year's event was rather simple, as only two batches of Malaysian students were left. Nonetheless, it also bridged the gap between all Muslim students worldwide.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1AcuHtC0wI/AAAAAAAAB54/N6qrY-oqWXg/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1AcuHtC0wI/AAAAAAAAB54/N6qrY-oqWXg/s400/DSC00766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426869129648984834" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Awk, newly-weds Iqbal-Sakiey and me<br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1AcuRkEPRI/AAAAAAAAB6A/olbQYstIQY4/s1600-h/DSC00700.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1AcuRkEPRI/AAAAAAAAB6A/olbQYstIQY4/s400/DSC00700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426869132295683346" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We also spent a night at the ambassador's (her cooking's are awesome! Taraf 5-star hotel gitu) and went to Auntie Rose's open-house. And yes, filled our little tummies to the max.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1Aculz3HCI/AAAAAAAAB6I/u26ye08UCdI/s1600-h/DSC00812.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1Aculz3HCI/AAAAAAAAB6I/u26ye08UCdI/s400/DSC00812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426869137730640930" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Some weeks later we spent the end of autumn by hiking up Red Cave and had a wee picnic nearby the waterfalls over there. And well wadya know - they have camels here in Ukraine! Hahaha.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1Acu-10jdI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/IJo-_ShrCjo/s1600-h/DSC00887.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1Acu-10jdI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/IJo-_ShrCjo/s400/DSC00887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426869144449748434" border="0" /></a><br /><br />2009 also marked a gloomy day for us Othman's too. For our beloved Maklang passed away after 2 years suffering IV stage of Colon Cancer. What made me shed tears the most was that she also made my hantaran decorations beforehand - "takut tak sempat nak buat nanti" katanya. Huhu. May Allah bless you among the mu'mineen my dearest Maklang. We will always miss you. And thank you so much for beautifying the house galore on my engagement day ;) .<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1AkLrhfUxI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/9kNaqhw-_Co/s1600-h/akak+tunang+.nisa+181.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1AkLrhfUxI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/9kNaqhw-_Co/s400/akak+tunang+.nisa+181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426877334061798162" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Beloved Arwah Maklang & Me on the day I got engaged<br /></span></div><br />Okay..so there you go with part I.<br /><br />1st of November, 2009.<br /><br />The whole of CSMU was startled with a shocking news. 3 weeks of quarantine holiday has been imposed to all public authorities and educational institutions nationwide. 3 weeks?! Uhuhuh. After the announcement, I stared at the wall, blank for like, almost an hour. Called mum, she insisted I fly back home (abah sponsor ticket! hehe). And so that was how the next events took place.<br /><br />At first there was the 'Sirih Pulang ke Gagang' SMAPK Alumni Reunion - calling all ex-students from the very first to the latest batch. What made me a wee bit sad was that me and Mokcique were the only girls of my batch that came up (where were all the other kids?). To think that I had just arrived from Ukraine the night before, after nearly 13 hours of flight and two transits, and yet I still urged myself to come - ah, you do the calculation. Good thing I got to meet a lot of my teachers - they really did make my day, alhamdulillah ;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1AkMH31lZI/AAAAAAAAB6g/QpIxuXWylMg/s1600-h/DSC00936.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1AkMH31lZI/AAAAAAAAB6g/QpIxuXWylMg/s400/DSC00936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426877341671724434" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ah, yes. My first Raya at home, at my kampung, at long last (walaupun raye haji je)! After 6 very long years whoa. And to make things more momentous, it may be the last of me as a single lady (T_____T but hehehehehe :D)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1ApRv5tM1I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/bYvj88jcZ7g/s1600-h/DSC01336.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1ApRv5tM1I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/bYvj88jcZ7g/s400/DSC01336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426882935874466642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Anisa, me and Ariff<br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1ApRfhW4CI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/3BeHDbUhVv4/s1600-h/DSC01273.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1ApRfhW4CI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/3BeHDbUhVv4/s400/DSC01273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426882931477372962" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Jolok rambutan! ngenge~<br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1ApQ2xpb5I/AAAAAAAAB7I/XDQqViIT6D4/s1600-h/DSC01264.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1ApQ2xpb5I/AAAAAAAAB7I/XDQqViIT6D4/s400/DSC01264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426882920539844498" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nyummie nyummie nyum nyum!<br /></span></div><br />Next comes the best part of all. Abah gave a green light to let me and mama visit Hani at Bandung! Yippie yeayeayeay~. We spent three nights at the Horizon Hotel, and spent one whole day shopping at Pasar Baru and the designer's outlets. The best thing was that I got to buy myself a burkhini - sangat murah okay di sini! Huahuahua~<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1AkMfcSrrI/AAAAAAAAB6o/W8x1fuZr0RE/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1AkMfcSrrI/AAAAAAAAB6o/W8x1fuZr0RE/s400/DSC00953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426877347998641842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Tengok-tengok kain<br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1AkNADlZVI/AAAAAAAAB64/s_IdW2lMmy0/s1600-h/DSC01016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1AkNADlZVI/AAAAAAAAB64/s_IdW2lMmy0/s400/DSC01016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426877356753380690" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Me and Hani in front of her hostel<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1AkM_aDWaI/AAAAAAAAB6w/IimiR_oa8gU/s1600-h/DSC01013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1AkM_aDWaI/AAAAAAAAB6w/IimiR_oa8gU/s400/DSC01013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426877356579183010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Mama and me <3</span><br /></span></div><br />Oh yes and I am sooo into the Nasi Padang here..finger-licking good! Low in triglycerides too ^__^<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1ApQu6-YcI/AAAAAAAAB7A/yjzKlrTmejs/s1600-h/DSC00974.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1ApQu6-YcI/AAAAAAAAB7A/yjzKlrTmejs/s400/DSC00974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426882918431482306" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So there goes my 3 weeks of so-called H1N1 hols. Spent it to the fullest, I believe!<br /><br />Part II<br /><br />Arrived Ukraine safely, alhamdulillah. To replace the missed classes, we had to attend them on saturdays. Not bad after all. But they did not erase winter hols from the calendar. Hence we had a week of winter hols, and so one day me and my friends thought of having a one-day trip to Dnipropetrovsky, a quite modern city that sits halfway between Kiev and Simferopol. It was rather tiring because we walked all day long soaked wet and cold after a 9-hours train-ride. Therefore not much pictures could be appreciated. On the other hand, it was the first time we celebrated New Year's eve in the train. It even stopped at the strike of 12, all lights went off, and from afar we could see fireworks coloring the midnight sky! Subhanallah, it was spectacular I tell you. Alhamdulillah ^___^<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1Az0bGzU_I/AAAAAAAAB7w/-6DR_uYC1tY/s1600-h/IMG_2655.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1Az0bGzU_I/AAAAAAAAB7w/-6DR_uYC1tY/s400/IMG_2655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426894526703948786" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Something heartrending did come up before the end of 2009, I must say. Our beloved Ustaz, Dr. Sheikh A'lauddin, a Palestinian, passed away due to Chron's Disease. He was the 'ustaz' of my usrah, and he also used to give 'kuliyyah Jumaat' talks every friday evening. Dr. A'la was also a 'tahfeez', an imaam, and his Quranic recitations were sooo lovely MashaAllah. Recently he was rather preoccupied with his specialization in Cardiology, so we didn't really get to see much of Ustaz during his last days. Ustaz did leave a gem of his own; a 3 months old fetus in his wife's womb ;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1AzzKOFYSI/AAAAAAAAB7o/td2KSTmxqJM/s1600-h/DSCN2087b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/S1AzzKOFYSI/AAAAAAAAB7o/td2KSTmxqJM/s400/DSCN2087b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426894504991220002" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Alhamdulillah, I have no regets of 2009. Looking forward to a better 2010 and 1431 Hijriah, (and a better looking figure too hahaha :P) inshaAllah. Happy New Year everyone! ^__^<br /></div>sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-25041611554973403702009-12-04T21:39:00.000-08:002009-12-04T22:40:08.254-08:00Busy as a beaver!Salam<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Goodness, sorry people! Apologies for the verryyy BIG _______________________ gap. So much has been happening past the three months, and frankly speaking things have been rather hectic! Busy bee has indeed bitten the best out of me hoho. To cut things short, I have just arrived from home after a month's vacation due to the H1N1 quarantine imposed upon Ukraine which had all public authorities and educational institutions closed for three weeks. And now we're back on track!<br /><br />Most readers (eceh macam banyak je) insisted upon a new post. Some even thought that this blog has found its D-day! Haha mane bole God Willing I want my kids to see the river that I have been cruising all along. Well as the Malay saying goes; tak menang tanganla! But insyaAllah the author will try to put up her utmost effort to fill in this verryyy BIG gap _____________ once the New Year Hols begin.<br /></div><br />A sneak peek at what has been going around:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/Sxn_Ni4DTrI/AAAAAAAAB5g/M89L6cvZAWc/s1600-h/DSC01147.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/Sxn_Ni4DTrI/AAAAAAAAB5g/M89L6cvZAWc/s400/DSC01147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411637035427647154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/Sxn_NAjU4DI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/NwQ4IFO34zw/s1600-h/DSC01083.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/Sxn_NAjU4DI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/NwQ4IFO34zw/s400/DSC01083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411637026213912626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/Sxn_M8fFkGI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/1KPN5LhYk80/s1600-h/DSC00946.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/Sxn_M8fFkGI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/1KPN5LhYk80/s400/DSC00946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411637025122390114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/Sxn_MqPNarI/AAAAAAAAB5I/Ct7Og4vSql8/s1600-h/DSC00936.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/Sxn_MqPNarI/AAAAAAAAB5I/Ct7Og4vSql8/s400/DSC00936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411637020223957682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/Sxn_MGWQUfI/AAAAAAAAB5A/L_OvkjQDcWk/s1600-h/DSC01264.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/Sxn_MGWQUfI/AAAAAAAAB5A/L_OvkjQDcWk/s400/DSC01264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411637010589831666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/Sxn5F4dvj4I/AAAAAAAAB44/u9vI4CLbMP8/s1600-h/redcaveunta.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/Sxn5F4dvj4I/AAAAAAAAB44/u9vI4CLbMP8/s400/redcaveunta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411630306714161026" border="0" /></a><br />Till then, toodles! ;)sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-91543637299937804552009-09-13T05:19:00.000-07:002009-09-13T05:40:25.367-07:00The Incredible Hunt<div style="text-align: justify;">Alhamdulillah, I have landed my feet on the grounds of Ukraine. Ramadhan is leaving us day by day, and in a weeks time, the whole world will be celebrating Eid Mubarak , insyaAllah. We have also come to the last 10 days of this holy month, where all Muslims would be in a hunt for the grand night of Lailatul-Qadr.<br /><br /></div><h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;font-size:1.17em;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);">Narrated Abu Salama bin ‘Abdur-Rahman:</span></h3><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;font-size:1.17em;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);">I asked Abu Said Al-Khudri, “Did you hear Allah’s Apostle talking about the Night of Qadr</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);">?” He replied in the affirmative and said, “Once we were in Itikaf with Allah’s Apostle in the middle ten days of (Ramadan) and we came out of it in the morning of the twentieth, and Allah’s Apostle- delivered a sermon on the 20th (of Ramadan) and said, ‘I was informed (of the date) of the Night of Qadr </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);">(in my dream) but had forgotten it. So, look for it in the odd nights of the last ten nights of the month of Ramadan. I saw myself prostrating in mud and water on that night (as a sign of the Night of Qadr</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);">). So, whoever had been in Itikaf with Allah’s Apostle should return for it.’ The people returned to the mosque (for Itikaf). There was no trace of clouds in the sky. But all of a sudden a cloud came and it rained. Then the prayer was established (they stood for the prayer) and Allah’s Apostle prostrated in mud and water and I saw mud over the forehead and the nose of the Prophet.</span></h3><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;font-size:1.17em;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);">Retiring to a Mosque for the Remembrance of Allah. Book 3. Volume 33. Hadith 252</span></h3><div style="text-align: justify;">May we become one of the guests of this night, insyaAllah.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SqznONZxBpI/AAAAAAAAB4o/qFfZ7GmrfUE/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SqznONZxBpI/AAAAAAAAB4o/qFfZ7GmrfUE/s400/DSC00650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380929886102816402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SqznNnSSh2I/AAAAAAAAB4g/UZUQD91b1_I/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SqznNnSSh2I/AAAAAAAAB4g/UZUQD91b1_I/s400/DSC00643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380929875870910306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SqznNGPFAUI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/v_mgwmRNkC0/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SqznNGPFAUI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/v_mgwmRNkC0/s400/DSC00633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380929866999071042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SqznM38mT4I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/0IQipAM1Q7U/s1600-h/DSC00642.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SqznM38mT4I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/0IQipAM1Q7U/s400/DSC00642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380929863163465602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SqznOohlKoI/AAAAAAAAB4w/s-IlgijvuBU/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SqznOohlKoI/AAAAAAAAB4w/s-IlgijvuBU/s400/DSC00662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380929893383350914" border="0" /></a><br />ps: am missing mummy's cookings! Huhuhu~sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-43731709239059195142009-07-29T04:20:00.000-07:002009-07-29T04:51:56.234-07:00"You are most likely to die on..."Assalamualaikum<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">If you’re one of the constant, keen users of the world wide web, you’re most likely to notice the big immigration of users from friendster to facebook. My friendster account, for an instant, has been having cobwebs dangling for like, say, nearly a year. And the number of friends that I have in facebook has sky-rocketed over the sum of 800.<br /><br />Come to ponder upon the thought, both act as social utilities that connect people around the globe, virtually. We could send comments/write on the ‘walls’, give messages, upload and share pictures, post shout-outs and statuses etc. Hence, why the big gap?<br /><br />The upper edge that facebook has over friendster is its ‘power of notification’. Making announcements. Telling all your friends that you have commented on his status, and that someone has ‘liked’ your photo. That someone has also commented on a picture of your friend that you commented. Tagging pictures – a game that implicitly in a way increases the number of ‘photos of you’ that you have on facebook. Thereby, no more tedious uploading is needed. Leave it to those who have nothing to do. And uploading is way easier and twice faster.<br /><br />To add to that, you could also instantly send photos to your account via mobile. And tag them at once. Next, hey presto! All you know is that a bunch of people are already conversing over the phenomenon (this happened to me in real life on the day of my neighbour’s solemnization. I was sitting beside an aunt of hers who had Blackberry; she took pictures of her niece, sent them to facebook and tagged them there and then. I figure it took only 10 seconds more or less).<br /><br />Via facebook, you could send your friend some 'duit raya' and get a piece of Secret Recipe's Yogurt Strawberry Cheesecake for an exchange. And get yourself a Swatch! Hahaha.<br /><br />Next comes the addictive games that they have. Most guys would be recruiting their members to join their family on Mafia Wars, and the girls would try gain points for fame in Sorority Life. Others may just be harvesting cucumbers to collect as much coins in Barn Buddies, and the prudent ones would ‘Scrabble’ world-widely as much as they could.<br /><br />Rest assured if you find yourself guilty, you could always join this group : I hate Facebook because it stops me from doing my homework!!!<br /><br />Still, the boon is there. You could simply announce your wedding and invite guests effortlessly (though I’d prefer snail-mail/cards). Ask people to join a cause/campaign. Write a suicidal note (just to gain attention) or a wedding registry.<br /><br />And don’t forget the myriad quizzes that people make, to an extent that you could even ‘know the way how you die’ - duhh!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SnA3CUeHphI/AAAAAAAAB4I/Y5gDV-nRadM/s1600-h/fb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SnA3CUeHphI/AAAAAAAAB4I/Y5gDV-nRadM/s400/fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363847669192566290" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Ps: This is somewhat a ‘reply’ on Jamil’s latest post. I, too, am one of the victims hypnotized by facebook!</span><br /></div>sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-32353175343985382342009-07-03T08:05:00.000-07:002009-07-06T04:06:10.037-07:00Food? Think Twice.Assalamualaikum<br /><br />Yes, the girl is back. For approximately two months, insyaAllah. Ah nothing spells like home than a jolly good proper dinner (yes I haven't had a really proper one for some three/four weeks, thanks to the mind-goggling adrenaline-pumping caffeine-stipulating five exam papers) and non-stop tv series plus movies oooww yes.<br /><br />It sure does feel good to be home. <br /><br />At this time of the moment, the thoughts of pursuing my second degree abroad, once being my aim and dream, is no longer that vivid. Or apparent. Whatever.<br /><br />However, it saddens me though to grasp the irrefutable truth that I have been putting some weight past this one month. Ohoho. Why, how couldn't I, for those spooky exams make evening jogs seem sooo at fault. And then mum wants me to see the tailor to measure the ups and downs for the upcoming events, raya etc. So you could see clearly how a little part of me is a <s>wee bit</s> under strain.<br /><br />Ah, never mind. Malaysia spells food, hence let us hunt for it to the max! :P<br /><br />This two months would be pretty hectic.<br /><br />1. I have approximately ten wedding invitations that need attending<br />2. Five weeks of practicals at Kajang Hospital<br />3. <s>Black-belt Taekwondo Grading</s> (don't think this could squeeze in with abahs' frequent irregular outstations)<br />4. Slash down those extra kilos'! With whatever modus operandi applicable <br />5. Wedding preparations [mak andam + warna baju + photographer] aiyoyooo<br />6. Diet<br />7. Exercise<br />8. Dah dah..stop stop (nampak sangat pressure)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SlHZ3ZvHUEI/AAAAAAAAB4A/2e2s8OWYZ44/s1600-h/lala.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SlHZ3ZvHUEI/AAAAAAAAB4A/2e2s8OWYZ44/s400/lala.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355300977744760898" /></a><br /><br />heeeeee =D<br /><br />On the other hand, if anyone has any recommendations regarding mak andams, photographers, wedding gowns etc, feel free to leave a comment. I'd highly appreciate it. Thanks! ;)sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-64717397119400472032009-06-17T22:27:00.000-07:002009-06-17T22:30:53.567-07:00Drama Nur Kasih<object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XXJtnLGhC48&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XXJtnLGhC48&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br />I like this story heaps! Sangat best ok! ;)<br /><br />Would like to promote everyone to watch it (tv3 should pay me for this) ngengenge~sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-87463405376896258482009-06-07T01:22:00.000-07:002009-06-07T01:25:55.292-07:00Sebelum Akad Terpatri...Salam. Got this from iluvislam.com. May it benefit us all insyaAllah ;)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > Tinta Buat Bakal Suamiku</span><br /></div><br /><br />Assalammualaikum wrt wbt.<br /><br />Buatmu,<br /><br />Bakal suamiku.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Entah angin apa yang membuai hari ini, membuatkanku begitu berani untuk mencoretkan sesuatu untuk dirimu yang tidak pernah kukenali. Aku sebenarnya tidak pernah berniat untuk memperkenalkan diriku kepada sesiapa. Apatah lagi meluahkan sesuatu yang khusus buatmu sebelum tiba masanya. Kehadiran seorang lelaki yang menuntut sesuatu yang aku jaga rapi selama ini semata-mata buatmu. Itulah hatiku dan cintaku, membuatkan aku tersedar dari lenaku yang panjang.<br /><br />Aku telah dididik ibu semenjak kecil agar menjaga maruah dan mahkota diriku kerana Allah telah menetapkannya untuk suamiku, iaitulah dirimu suatu hari nanti. Kata ibu, tanggungjawab ibubapa terhadap anak perempuan ialah menjaga dan mendidiknya sehingga seorang lelaki mengambil alih tanggungjawab itu dari mereka. Jadi, kau telah wujud dalam diriku sejak dulu lagi. Sepanjang umurku ini.<br /><br />Aku menutup pintu hatiku daripada mana-mana lelaki kerana aku tidak mahu membelakangimu. Aku menghalang diriku dari mengenali mana-mana lelaki kerana aku tidak mahu mengenali lelaki lain selainmu, apatah lagi memahami mereka. Kerana itulah aku sedaya kudrat yang lemah ini membatasi pergaulanku dengan bukan mahramku. Aku sering sahaja berasa tidak selamat diperhatikan lelaki. Bukanlah aku menyangka buruk terhadap mereka, tetapi lebih baik aku berjaga-jaga kerana contoh banyak di depan mata. Apabila terpaksa berurusan dengan mereka, akan aku buat ‘expressionles face’ dan ‘cool’. Akan aku palingkan wajahku daripada lelaki yang asyik merenungku ataupun cuba menegurku. Aku seboleh-bolehnya melarikan pandanganku daripada ajnabi kerana pesan Sayyidatina ‘Aisyah R.A ;<br /><br />“sebaik-baik wanita ialah yang tidak memandang dan dipandang”<br /><br />Aku tidak ingin dipandang cantik oleh lelaki. Biarlah aku hanya cantik di matamu. Apa guna aku menjadi idaman ramai lelaki sedangkan aku hanya boleh menjadi milikmu seorang. Aku tidak merasa bangga menjadi rebutan lelaki bahkan aku merasa terhina diperlakukan sebegitu seolah-olah aku ini barang yang boleh dimiliki sesuka hati. Aku juga tidak mahu menjadi punca kejatuhan seseorang lelaki yang dikecewakan lantaran terlalu mengharapkan sesuatu yang tidak dapat kuberikan.<br /><br />Bagaimana akan aku jawab di hadapan Allah kelak andai disoal?<br /><br />Adakah itu sumbanganku kepada manusia selama hidup di muka bumi?<br /><br />Kalau aku tidak ingin kau memandang perempuan lain, aku dululah yang perlu menundukkan pandanganku. Aku harus memperbaiki kelemahan dan menghias peribadiku kerana itulah yang dituntut Allah. Kalau aku inginkan lelaki yang baik menjadi suamiku, aku juga perlu menjadi perempuan yang baik.<br /><br />Bukankah Allah telah menjanjikan perempuan yang baik itu untuk lelaki yang baik?<br /><br />Tidak dapat aku nafikan, sebagai remaja aku memiliki perasaan untuk menyayangi dan disayangi. Namun, setiap kali perasaan itu datang, setiap kali itulah aku mengingatkan diriku bahawa aku perlu menjaga perasaan itu kerana ia semata-mata untukmu. Allah telah memuliakan seorang lelaki yang bakal menjadi suamiku untuk menerima hati dan perasaanku yang suci. Bukan hati yang menjadi lebihan lelaki lain. Lelaki itu berhak mendapat kasih yang tulen, bukan yang telah dibahagi-bahagikan.<br /><br />Diriku yang sememangnya lemah ini diuji Allah apabila seorang lelaki secara tidak sengaja mahu berkenalan denganku. Aku secara keras menolak, pelbagai dalil aku dikemukakan, tetapi dia tidak mahu mengalah. Lelaki itu tidak hanya berhenti di situ. Dia sentiasa menghubungi dan menggangguku. Aku berasa amat tidak tenteram, seolah-olah seluruh hidupku yang ceria selama ini telah dirampas dariku. Aku tertanya-tanya adakah aku berada di tebing kebinasaan. Aku beristighfar memohon keampunan-Nya. Aku juga berdoa agar Dia melindungi diriku daripada sebarang kejahatan. Kehadirannya membuatkan aku banyak memikirkanmu. Kau kurasa seolah-olah wujud bersamaku. Di mana sahaja aku berada, akal sedarku membuat perhitungan denganmu. Aku tahu lelaki yang melamarku itu bukan dirimu. Malah aku yakin pada gerak hati, ‘woman intuition’ku yang mengatakan lelaki itu bukan kau.<br /><br />Aku bukanlah seorang gadis yang cerewet dalam memilih pasangan hidup. Siapalah diriku ini untuk memilih berlian sedangkan aku hanya sebutir pasir yang wujud di mana-mana. Tetapi aku juga punyai keinginan seperti gadis lain, dilamar lelaki yang bakal dinobat sebagai ahli syurga, memimpinku ke arah tuju yang satu. Tidak perlu kau memiliki wajah seindah Nabi Yusuf A.S yang mampu mendebarkan jutaan gadis untuk membuatku terpikat. Andainya kaulah jodohku yang tertulis di Luh Mahfuz, Allah pasti mencampakkan rasa kasih di dalam hatiku, jua hatimu kali pertama kita berpandangan. Itu janji Allah. Akan tetapi, selagi kita tidak diikat dengan ikatan yang sah, selagi itu jangan kau zahirkan perasaanmu itu kepadaku kerana kau masih tidak mempunyai hak untuk berbuat begitu. Juga jangan kau lampaui batasan yang telah ditetapkan syara’. Aku takut perlakuanmu itu akan memberi impak yang tidak baik dalam kehidupan kita kelak. Permintaanku tidak banyak, cukuplah dirimu yang diinfak seluruhnya pada mencari redha Ilahi.<br /><br />Aku akan berasa amat bertuah andai dapat menjadi tiang seri ataupun sandaran perjuanganmu. Bahkan aku amat bersyukur pada Ilahi kiranya akulah yang ditakdirkan meniup semangat juangmu, menghulurkan tanganku untuk berpaut sewaktu rebah atau tersungkur di medan yang dijanjikan Allah dengan kemenangan atau syahid itu. Akan aku kesat darah dari lukamu dengan tanganku sendiri. Itulah impianku. Aku pasti berendam airmata darah andainya engkau menyerahkan seluruh cintamu padaku. Bukan itu yang aku impikan. Cukuplah kau mencintai Allah dengan sepenuh hatimu. Kerana dengan mencintai Allah kau akan mencintaiku kerana-Nya. Cinta itu lebih abadi dari cinta insan biasa. Moga cinta itu juga yang akan mempertemukan kita kembali di syurga.<br /><br />Aku juga tidak ingin dilimpahi kemewahan dunia. Cukuplah dengan kesenangan yang telah diberikan ibubapaku dulu. Apa guna kau menimbun harta untuk kemudahanku sekiranya harta itu membuatkan kau lupa pada tanggungjawabmu terhadap agamamu. Aku tidak akan sekali-kali bahagia melihatmu begitu. Biarlah kita hidup di bawah jaminan Allah sepenuhnya. Itu lebih bermakna bagiku.<br /></div><br />Dariku,<br /><br />Bakal isterimu<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/Sit5WcN24QI/AAAAAAAAB34/N3NfQzAigrQ/s1600-h/love_quran_12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/Sit5WcN24QI/AAAAAAAAB34/N3NfQzAigrQ/s400/love_quran_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344498809243623682" border="0" /></a>sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617802.post-79798317690130466192009-05-30T08:02:00.000-07:002009-05-31T01:27:53.303-07:00Semakin lama, semakin sayang, semakin rindu.Salam.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday I had a very weird dream. Mum and dad were smooching in front of us ala-ala Gossip Girl's Blair and Chuck!! Hoho serious takkan buat sedemikian rupa depan anak-anak nanti (takut derang terus pengsan tengok parents sendiri aahaha :P).<br /></div><br />As the title speaks for itself, what else, if not, for the pre-exam homesickness.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SiI6eBLuXKI/AAAAAAAAB2w/UQVPl8eRRxs/s1600-h/jan2006+025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SiI6eBLuXKI/AAAAAAAAB2w/UQVPl8eRRxs/s400/jan2006+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341896395402927266" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SiI6fJQlHmI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/FMSKaOsknzc/s1600-h/jan2006+080.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SiI6fJQlHmI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/FMSKaOsknzc/s400/jan2006+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341896414750645858" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SiI6eyT9wmI/AAAAAAAAB3I/9p1ts_0BB24/s1600-h/jan2006+046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SiI6eyT9wmI/AAAAAAAAB3I/9p1ts_0BB24/s400/jan2006+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341896408590828130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SiI8ndu9GUI/AAAAAAAAB3o/l48ilEUSv8A/s1600-h/jan2006+041.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SiI8ndu9GUI/AAAAAAAAB3o/l48ilEUSv8A/s400/jan2006+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341898756708964674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SiI9K4SaiYI/AAAAAAAAB3w/nuQxCsBcKAc/s1600-h/jan2006+045.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SiI9K4SaiYI/AAAAAAAAB3w/nuQxCsBcKAc/s400/jan2006+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341899365132437890" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SiI6eS5LX0I/AAAAAAAAB24/Irsz2bLVVmo/s1600-h/jan2006+044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SiI6eS5LX0I/AAAAAAAAB24/Irsz2bLVVmo/s400/jan2006+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341896400156974914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SiI6eo_tZzI/AAAAAAAAB3A/vxzFHH4S7Kg/s1600-h/jan2006+043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SiI6eo_tZzI/AAAAAAAAB3A/vxzFHH4S7Kg/s400/jan2006+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341896406089951026" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SiI7ymCG1UI/AAAAAAAAB3g/tD3uhQ5Sz48/s1600-h/P1000174.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMxfu6Ml1-A/SiI7ymCG1UI/AAAAAAAAB3g/tD3uhQ5Sz48/s400/P1000174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341897848403711298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Eh yang nie tak......takk!!! Heeeeeee :P :P<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />25 days left for Malaysia!! InsyaAllah ^__^<br /><br />(and 8 days left for the finals T__T)<span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><br />Doakan saya!! ;)<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div>sarahsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09976375756457319891noreply@blogger.com8