<?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-8632680567557549729</id><updated>2011-08-03T12:13:02.196+01:00</updated><category term='chronicles of Mat'/><title type='text'>The Storyteller</title><subtitle type='html'>From a man's thought</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-7986291765833932739</id><published>2010-09-02T11:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:08:53.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a grumpy uncle: your langguage, your soul?</title><content type='html'>''tue'' ''ag'' ''ap'' ''yekew'' ''nems'' ''tarox'' ''jew'' ''cgat'' ''dyer'' ''kowt'' ''cyunk'' ''plis'' '' aq''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a breath. re-read all the abbreviations /nomenclatures. i believed that i couldn't find it in any dictionary, nor malay, english, spanish or french! perhaps these shortforms have their own dictionary. oh man... it took me a while to understand these mainstream words that being used by the youngsters in malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps among of their peers they have no problem with these words as they are communicating in the same language and same wave. well i think to seniors like me, we are hardly to understand what is the meaning for each words. sometimes i find it irritating due to digest all these bombastic words. it takes me a while or i will request for the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i start to understand the meaning of 'bahasa jiwa bangsa'. moreover now i understand why in early of getting the independence, our nationalists are very particular fighting for the language. as i am now in the foreign country, language is the most powerful tool not only in communication but also in conveying of your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the deterioration of using the right and beautiful language not only occur in malaysia but also in other parts of the world. for example today the kids here spell water as wa er, bottle as bo er. the problems rise when they spell the words as what they say. i do hope that this problem is still under control back in malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i am no perfect as well. i do use the 'bombastic' words. but at the same time i try to improve my malay language. i admit that i am using 'rojak' (mix english and malay) when i speak. neither of my malay nor english is good. furthermore, at one point i forget some words in my own language. but i do hope the bombastic words will not acceptable as the main language, where these kids use it daily. i bet that teachers will have problems in correcting these kids!therefore, i think there will be a rule in my class (in the future): make sure you make me understand of each words, otherwise there will be no mark! (bingo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, all of all perhaps i am getting older (sigh). grumpy and easily get irritated with the differences (which give me headache when i try to understand it). perhaps i am stuck in my own era (double sigh). but again, i think it still very important to use, enhance and preserve our own language. it shows our own identity and i am proud of it.  happy 53rd independence day... i am proud to be a MALAYSIAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-7986291765833932739?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/7986291765833932739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/09/grumpy-uncle-your-langguage-your-soul.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/7986291765833932739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/7986291765833932739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/09/grumpy-uncle-your-langguage-your-soul.html' title='a grumpy uncle: your langguage, your soul?'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-4092553851646512456</id><published>2010-08-27T12:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T12:26:11.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>it was a while, i didn't write anything to this blog. i have lots in my mind, but i have no motivation to write. my book writing up plan stopped as well. perhaps the mind block? no, i am too lazy to write i guess. sometimes i think my body is here, but my soul is somewhere else. perhaps i am too eager to go home hence i cannot stay focus.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my preparation allright (i guess). but i don't think i put 100% efforts yet. then i believe i can increase the rate (hopefully). fasting month this year is OK. most of the days are raining and cold. the autumn is coming! hmmm i can't wait to see the leaves turn to yellow, orange and red. it is awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in this short time i do hope that i can absorb the air, the scenery the everything here around me! (i guess) as the time flies and there is no way of getting it back. all the experiences is priceless. learning something to improve my life (insya allah). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i am counting the days, my prayers to allah to give me strength and bless me, to face my reality. i do hope the almighty protects me, as i am powerless without HIS loves and mercy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-4092553851646512456?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/4092553851646512456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/08/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/4092553851646512456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/4092553851646512456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/08/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-5297314378604676124</id><published>2010-08-11T11:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T12:12:40.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1st half of first day ramadhan</title><content type='html'>it was raining yesterday. almost all day long. only when the clock turned to show at about 6pm the sky was a bit clear with grey colour. i texted my friend asking him when we would start the first ramadhan? still, at about 7.30pm he has no answered. it was a bit funny, i asked around when the 1st ramadhan would be? either wednesday or thursday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at about 10pm then i got a message from a friend. he told me that the 1st ramadhan would be started on the wednesday! i was so excited. i have no idea why. but i was so happy. i prepared myself for the isyak prayers, with baju melayu and as well as sarong. i never like to wear sarong at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah my 1st night ramadhan went well. i got a chance to pray with abang zahar and kak kin. since i have forgotten the selawat between the terawikh prayers, then i ignored it. after the terawikh prayers we decided to eat early. but it was too early! 11pm. we were pretty sure the kids would be hungry at noon. therefore abang zahar suggested that we should eat a bit later. he came with an idea, ''why don't we watch any movie first before we have our sahur?''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us went to the living room and we watched the A-Team. my eyes couldn't bear anymore. i believed not more than 10minuted the movie started i already slept! in the middle of the movie, i awoke. then i realized that i was still wearing the sarong and baju melayu. i asked for a permission to leave the living room. abang zahar asked me where was i going to? in my mind i have no idea except to change my sarong. i need to change i answered half awoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't straight went to changed, but i went to the bed. that was the last thing i remembered before Song came to the room and called me for sahur. it was nice to have time eating together with a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now although i am half awake, but it is a nice experience on my 1st day of ramadhan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-5297314378604676124?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/5297314378604676124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/08/1st-half-of-first-day-ramadhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/5297314378604676124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/5297314378604676124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/08/1st-half-of-first-day-ramadhan.html' title='1st half of first day ramadhan'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-2193980280905561329</id><published>2010-08-10T16:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T17:11:45.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'>marhaban ramadhan</title><content type='html'>marhaban ya ramdhan! welcome ramadhan. insya allah tomorrow will be the first day of ramadhan (in the UK i hope). in malaysia, family and friends wishing everybody a happy ramadhan. as the previous years, insya allah ramadhan will be celebrated with joy and thankful to the almighty. i believe that everybody is waiting this holy month, where the almighty offers forgiveness and answer all the prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the last year i will be in the UK, i am looking forward this ramadhan. i don't have any special plan, however i do hope that i could recite as many as the holy al-quran, do lots of prayers and share with Bristolian kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, a bit release when i have a chance to submit my thesis draft a day before ramadhan. alhamdulillah. one more hurdle need to overcome. somewhen in september insya allah. then it is done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminder to myself, to take this opportunity of ramadhan to do the best. perhaps i have no chance to meet this holy month in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-2193980280905561329?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/2193980280905561329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/08/marhaban-ramadhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/2193980280905561329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/2193980280905561329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/08/marhaban-ramadhan.html' title='marhaban ramadhan'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-6016068415964246635</id><published>2010-08-06T12:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T12:21:20.488+01:00</updated><title type='text'>untuk anak2 saudara perempuan yang disayangi</title><content type='html'>acu melihat gambar keluarga yang acu bawa 3 tahun lepas. ada ija, nana, een, olin,faiza dan atirah. 3 tahun berlalu amat cepat. acu tengok gambar2 mereka sekarang. ija dah 24, nana 22, een dan olin (17), faiza (18) dan atirah 14. wahhh.. terasa acu makin tua!acu tersenyum. melihat anak2 buah membesar. kalau dulu boleh didukung kini tidak lagi. kalau dulu bolehlah marah2, lepas tu diorang ni menangis. tapi sekarang? pendekatan perlu lebih diplomasi. anak2 zaman millenium. harap2 warisan akhlak tetap tersemat. biarpun arus modenisasi, akar kena kukuh dan kuat. biar jadi perempuan melayu yang intelek, cantik, berbudi dan beragama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila diingatkan anak2 buah acu ni dah besar, kadang2 buat acu semakin risau. kalau mereka dulu kecil, bolehlah acu atau keluarga 'protect' mereka. tapi sekarang mereka dah besar. ada orang kata, dah besar senang nak jaga. tapi tidak bagi acu, lagi risau. dunia hari ini tidak menjanjikan kita boleh peroleh keamanan di mana-mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak2 buah yang dah besar dan cantik ni mesti lah ada yang nak kenal2 kan? (eleh kalau masa comot2 berhingus..hurmmmm.....). tapi tulah, orang kata rambut sama hitam, tapi hati lain2. kalau ada alat boleh x-ray hati baguslah. ini tidak. jadi kena berhati2. kawan biar seribu. tak salah kalau nak berkawan, tapi kena tau batasan. sebab tu kita ada pegangan. sebab agama itu sendiri menggariskan sampai mana sempadan yang kita boleh pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin acu dibesarkan dalam arus konvensional. semasa dulu, kalaulah kakak2 acu ke luar ke pekan, pasti diteman oleh abah atau abang. jarang ada lelaki berani mendekati kakak2 acu. abah dan abang2 sangat2 protective. mungkin ada orang melabelkan mereka ini 'over protective'. tapi acu rasa cara begitu lebih selamat. kita akan cuba lindungi sedaya upaya orang yang kita sayangkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiba-tiba acu teringat lagu beyonce, single ladies. rasanya elok acu tujukan lagu ini pada anak2 buah acu. ini sebahagian lirik daripada lagu itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;br /&gt;If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be mad once you see that he want it&lt;br /&gt;If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kepada anak2 buah yang disayangi....tengok, beyonce tu pun cakap, dalam hubungan ini kalau nak main2..good bye darling! beyonce yang famous tu pun nak kawin (dah kawin dengan jay-z). there is a tip. generally man is a playful creature. he likes to play. but when it comes to a relationship, when he likes someone he will try his best to get the person he loves. selalunya lelaki akan bersungguh-sungguh kalau orang tu betul2 dia sayang. kalau tak..hmmm you'll become another barbie doll in his game!another beautiful toy...pastu dia boleh cakap..that was my EX... (nauzubillah minta dilindungkan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teringat acu satu kisah yang pernah dilalui oleh acu dan kawan2. di mana? rahsia. macamni, masa tu ada seorang awek yang paling cun acu dan kawan2 kenal.(hey trust me darling, when i say she is beautiful.. i really mean it!). bukan itu saja, bijak (4.0 pointer beb), baik budi perkerti dan sangat2 beragama (muslimah abis). kira ni complete package lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi kawan2 naqib (ketua kumpulan agama) berhasrat nak me'nackle awek cun ni. tapi semua dia tak layan. akhir sekali kami dengar dia bertunang (masa tu) dengan seorang kawan kami (bukan dari geng2 surau) tapi mamat ni baiklah. semua terkejut! rupa2nya dia akan terima sesiapa sahaja yang berani jumpa dengan parents dia. perrghhhh..melepas semua orang (termasuk acu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the moral of the story. it worth to be a bit expensive. you have to value yourself. the price is not about how much the dowry (huhuhu :(( ). tapi lebih kepada harga diri, akhlak dan sifat terpuji.cantik tu subjektif. tapi, walau bagaimana cantikpun tanpa akhlak yang baik, buruknya tetap terselah. apa2pun acu doakan semoga allah anugerahkan orang yang baik2 sebagai peneman hidup anak2 buah acu nanti. amin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-6016068415964246635?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/6016068415964246635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/08/untuk-anak2-saudara-perempuan-yang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/6016068415964246635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/6016068415964246635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/08/untuk-anak2-saudara-perempuan-yang.html' title='untuk anak2 saudara perempuan yang disayangi'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-7109597169818869530</id><published>2010-08-04T18:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T18:56:56.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>money expendicture in malaysia, scares me!</title><content type='html'>it is raining outside. i have no mood to continue my work. reading and reediting make me tired. however this work needs to be done as soon as possible. these two days i am so excited viewing website about houses in malaysia. there are few locations that attract me. bangi, bukit mahkota, nilai impian and as well as semenyih. when i check the price, it is extremely expensive! some of the houses reach half a million ringgit malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pheww.. i wipe the sweat at my forehead. as a bachelor when i return home there are many things need to be taken care of. well i need to think about my own expenses, parents, bills, utilities, car (thinking of getting a new one) and for the future wedding as well. CRAZYYYY!! it is totally crazy! in every breath it costs money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although that my maths is not good i think the expenses should be nearly rm4-5k as well a month. perhaps! it scares me! hurmmm therefore i perhaps neeed somebody to guide me how to be care in spending money. i am tottaly not good at budgeting. although i read some tips but still, not working for me. huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of all, i will try to plan. the english says 'if you fail to plan you plan to fail'. indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-7109597169818869530?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/7109597169818869530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/08/money-expendicture-in-malaysia-scares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/7109597169818869530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/7109597169818869530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/08/money-expendicture-in-malaysia-scares.html' title='money expendicture in malaysia, scares me!'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-2676772523337410216</id><published>2010-08-03T08:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T08:55:36.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>secangkir kopi itali</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;baru-baru ini saya berkunjung ke rumah seorang abang. lama benar saya tidak menziarahinya kerana kekangan kerja yang banyak. sesampainya saya di rumahnya, saya disambut mesra olehnya. ''wan minum kopi?'' tanyanya hormat sebaik sahaja saya melabuhkan punggung di atas sofa yang empuk. ''apa-apa saja abang'' ujar saya ringkas. segan pula menyusahkan tuan rumah. maklumlah tujuan utama sekadar menziarah. ''hah kalau begitu wan kena cuba kopi yang abang baru beli dari Itali'' ''eh, abang ke Itali? bila pula tu?'' ''minggu lepas, ada seminar di sana. kemudian rakan abang dari Itali mencadangkan abang rasa kopi yang disediakan khas di Itali. enak sungguh! hah, ini pertama kali abang ingin mencubanya'' ujarnya begitu teruja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sambil dia memanaskan air, sempat dia bercerita.''wan, kau tahu, yang sebenarnya kopi tidak ditanam di Itali. namun begitu kopi menjadi satu nilai estetika dan gaya hidup di sana. biji2 kopi yang dipanggang di kawasan berbeza akan menghasilkan rasa dan aroma yang berbeza. kau tahu wan cappucino dan brioche diminum oleh orang2 itali di waktu pagi. manakala ''granita di caffè con panna'' diminum untuk menghilangkan dahaga terutama pada waktu tengahari yang terik.'' ''wah, menarik sungguh ya abang. kalaulah saya berpeluang lagi ke sana, insya allah saya akan mencuba kopi pula kali ini. sebab dulu saya hanya sempat menikmati coklat panasnya sahaja''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''ah, sudah siap'' ujar abang sambil menghulurkan secawan kopi kepada saya. ''kalau wan ingin sediakan kopi susu, abang dah letakkan susu dalam bekas itu'' ujarnya sambil menuding ke bekas bewarna putih di atas meja. ''terima kasih''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''alamak kelatnya!'' rengusnya. saya cuba sisipkan sedikit kopi. betullah sangat kelat. ''err, biar abang tambahkan gula pula'' bingkasnya sambil mencapai cawan di tangan saya dan segera ke dapur. ''alamak termanis pula!'' bentaknya. saya hanya tersenyum melihat gelagatnya. dia masih tidak berpuas hati, lalu menambah sedikit air panas. dengan berhati-hati disudukan sedikit air kopi. tergambar di wajahnya harapan agar kali ini kopinya sempurna. ''ahhhh...tawar pula!'' ujarnya geram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''wan, tunggu sekejap lah ya, abang panaskan sekali lagi air. aishhh kenapa sukar betul nak menyediakan kopi yang lazat ni? mentang2lah kopi baru dari itali!''. saya hanya tersenyum. kelakar melihat abang itu. macam-macam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiba-tiba abang itu ketawa sendirian. saya menjadi pelik. apa yang sangat melucukan itu? ''kenapa bang? tiba2 sahaja abang ketawa ni. pasal kopi tak jadi kah?'' ''ye, pasal kopi ni lah..susah betul ya nak sediakan kopi yang lazat. tiba2 teringat pula kopi ni macam juga kehidupan dan hubungan sesama manusia'' ujarnya. masih ada sisa-sisa ketawa yang kedengaran. saya menjadi keliru. ''kenapa ya abang? saya kurang faham.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''oh, macam ni wan. dalam kehidupan, apabila kita bertemu dengan sesuatu atau seseorang yang baru, kita akan mencuba pelbagai kaedah untuk membuatkan kombinasi (hubungan) itu menjadi sempurna. macam abang sediakan kopi tadi. 1 sudu kopi, 2 sudu gula.sebagai alternatif kita boleh tambahkan susu. tapi kadang2 segala usaha kita itu sia-sia. macam abang sediakan kopi tadi. tawarlah, manislah, kelatlah. namun begitu kita akan terus berusaha untuk mencapai satu hubungan ideal yang kita telah set kan dalam minda. namun begitu kadang2 apa yang kita usahakan, hasilnya tidak sama seperti yang kita impikan. jadi kini kita ada dua pilihan. sama ada terus berusaha dengan membuat pelbagai pengubahsuaian, atau kita bermula daripada mula (seperti abang sediakan semula kopi). atau sebagai jalan mudah, kita tinggalkan sahaja dengan satu alasan, kopi ini memang tidak sedap!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''hahahahaha'' kami sama2 ketawa. ''saya mungkin memilih option yang paling mudah tu'' ujar saya berseloroh. ''abangpun! hahahaha''balasnya sambil ketawa. ''jadi apa kata kalau kita batalkan aja niat untuk minum kopi. apa kata kita minum jus apple saja?'' ujarnya sambil menghulurkan air kotak berperisa apple. kami sama2 tersenyum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-2676772523337410216?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/2676772523337410216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/08/secangkir-kopi-itali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/2676772523337410216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/2676772523337410216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/08/secangkir-kopi-itali.html' title='secangkir kopi itali'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-3306333105794600937</id><published>2010-08-02T11:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T11:44:33.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>terkenang semasa dulu menjelang ramdhan dan syawal</title><content type='html'>''bila wan nak balik malaysia?'' ''insya allah dalam tahun ini juga'' ''raya ni?'' ''hmm rasanya berhari raya lagilah di bumi Inggeris ni'' ''kali ke berapa?'' ''dah kali keempat agaknya''. itu antara dialog2 biasa yang selalu ditanya oleh kaum kerabat dan saudara mara di malaysia. aku menghitung hari. kurang daripada 2 minggu insya allah, jika diberi kesempatan aku akan diketemukan lagi dengan bulan ramadhan yang penuh dengan keberkatan. terkenang semasa kecil dahulu, tatkala menjelang ramadhan keluargaku sibuk membuat persiapan. abah akan membawa aku ke kedai jahit untuk menempah baju. manakala kakak2 pula akan ke kedai kain membeli kain ela untuk dibuat baju. selalunya baju kurung kakak2 emak yang jahit.masuk sahaja bulan ramadhan, selalunya allahyarhamah kakakku akan sibuk membeli bahan2 untuk dibuat kuih. kadang2 emak pula menjemur tepung dan gula. buat persiapan untuk membuat kuih baulu dan kuih tradisional yang lain. kalaulah bulan puasa, emak akan bangun awal. seawal jam 3 pagi. memasak untuk kami. kadang2 selepas subuh dan mengaji emak akan mula menjahit, sama ada baju2 kurung kakak ataupun menjahit langsir baru.bila petang aku akan mengikut abah ke pasar ramadhan untuk membeli sedikit juadah berbuka. bukan setiap hari, kadang2 saja. kata abah dia tak mahu membazir. sekadar membeli air tebu atau soya dan beberapa keping kuih. tapi yang paling seronok, berkayuh basikal ke masjid. ikut abah pergi ambil bubur lambuk. sedap sangat bila dimakan dengan kerabu taugeh.kalau sebelah malam, selalunya aku akan mengikut abah untuk ke masjid. solat sunat tarawih. kadang2 aku akan terlena di tiang masjid. letih sebab siangnya berpuasa. kalau masuk malam tujuh likur (27 ramadhan) aku selalu keluar ke laman rumah. tengok begitu banyak lampu pelita yang menghiasi rumah. kalau di kuala kangsar, ada pula pesta pelita atau dipanggil panjut. kadang2 lepas terawih abah akan bawak aku dan kakak2 mengelilingi pekan kuala kangsar. selalunya aku tak sabar menunggu petang penghujung ramadhan. hari orang menengok anak bulan syawal. kalau esoknya raya, malam itu kami sibuk mengemas rumah. emak pula sibuk memasak rendang dan daging hitam untuk dimakan bersama-sama lemang atau ketupat. kalau pagi raya, aku adalah antara orang yang paling teruja. pagi2 dah mandi. pakai baju melayu baru. sebelum bertolak ke masjid, semua keluarga berkumpul. sama2 memohon ampun dan maaf.tapi itu dulu.masa emak masih kuat dan tidak sakit2 seperti sekarang. abah pula, matanya masih terang dan telinga masih jelas mendengar. masa abah belum lagi kena strok, masa abah masih mengenali semua cucunya.masa abang dan kakak masih belum berkeluarga sendiri. masa anak2 saudara tak sabar-sabar beratur, berhimpun di rumah untuk memungut duit raya. tahun ini aku masih belum berkesempatan untuk berkumpul. tak apalah.insya allah ada orang2 yang aku anggapseperti keluarga sendiri di sinipu,n aku amat bersyukur. adat orang merantau. walaupun bukan mengalir darah yang sama, kadang2 akrabnya lebih berbanding dengan keluarga sendiri itulah;kadang-kadang masa susahlah sebenarnya senangsemua bersatu, saling bantu membantukadang-kadang bila berjauhan itulah sebenarnya buat kita dekatsebab kita saling merindukadang-kadang masa sedikitlah kita akan rapat, saling mengambil tahusebab bila banyak kita selalu buat tak kisah dan buat tak tahutetapi selalu terjadi, kita tak tahu apa yang kita milikisehingga pada suatu hari baru kita sedari, sebenarnya kita telah lama kehilangannya, sebab kita tak pernah hargai apa yang kita milikiinsya allah tahun ini akan menjadi tahun terakhir beraya di bumi Inggeris ini. namun begitu,saya tidak tahu adakah sambutannya semeriah di sini apabila saya kembali ke tanahair sendiri?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-3306333105794600937?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/3306333105794600937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/08/terkenang-semasa-dulu-menjelang-ramdhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/3306333105794600937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/3306333105794600937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/08/terkenang-semasa-dulu-menjelang-ramdhan.html' title='terkenang semasa dulu menjelang ramdhan dan syawal'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-8196199283567456672</id><published>2010-08-01T16:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T16:45:47.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hari pertama ogos</title><content type='html'>perghhh, lama bebeno aku tak meng'up date'kan blog ni. penuh dengan sawang nampaknya. bukan tak teringin nak update tapi, agak kesuntukan masa (alasan biasa). yep, seriously aku kesuntukan masa. insya allah aku akan start balik menulis blog ni. hmm, rasanya sekarang baru lah ada sedikit masa nak menulis2 ni. mmm insya allah kena siapkan keroje meng'edit' tesis dulu. lepas tu baru le boleh aktifkan diri menulis dan menyiapkan beberapa projek penulisan. yang penting aku kena study bersungguh2. dah lama dah tak study 'like hell'. tapi sekarang ni nak kena baca banyak benda terutama buku2 teks yang berkaitan dengan subjek yang dipelajari.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;diam tak diam sedikit masa lagi kita akan menemui bulan yang dirahmatiNya. masa kecik2 dulu nak masuk bulan ramadhan aja, teringat kemeriahan untuk berbuka dan juga berhari raya. tapi itu dulu, sekarang mungkin aku lebih ternanti2 menjelang ramadhan berbanding syawal. sekali lagi kalau dipanjangkan usia aku akan berhari raya untuk kali ke empat di bumi Inggeris ini. orang selalu berkata, mesti tak best berhari raya di UK ni. entah, itu mungkin pada pendapat orang, tapi pada aku, raya di UK best aje! lagi best banding dengan malaysia (cess dasar lupa daratan!) hahahha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi aku rasa ada betulnya. sebab kadang2 yang jauh tu lah yang membuatkan kita rasa dekat. atau apabila kita sedikit itulah kita akan lebih menghargai dan menyayangi antara satu sama lain. tapi itulah orang kata, biar hujan emas di negeri orang, hujan batu di negeri sendiri, lebih baik hujan batu di negeri sendiri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-8196199283567456672?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/8196199283567456672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/08/hari-pertama-ogos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/8196199283567456672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/8196199283567456672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/08/hari-pertama-ogos.html' title='hari pertama ogos'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-3482180796575745902</id><published>2010-01-18T11:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:29:58.104Z</updated><title type='text'>tidak semanis dulu?</title><content type='html'>sudah lama saya tak ke warung Pak Mat. suasana kedai itu masih seperti dulu. meja-meja yang boleh dilipat yang disusun dilapik dengan pelapik yang agak lusuh. dari jauh saya hanya memerhatikan pak mat sibuk melayan tetamu. agak pelik pak mat tidak seceria dulu. layanannya sekadar berbasa basi dengan pelanggan.lain benar wataknya ketika kali terakhir saya ke sini dulu. kebanyakan pelanggan yang datang ramai yang muka-muka baru yang saya tidak kenali.'iman, lama tak nampak kamu? 2-3 tahun agaknya?' sapa pak mat apabila ke meja saya. saya dapat rasakan kemesraannya masih seperti dulu. ramah, penuh senyuman. 'saya ke luar negara pak mat'. jawab saya pendek. pak mat tersengih menampakkan giginya yang jarang itu. 'nak order apa?' 'kalau saya ke warung pak mat, mestilah nescafe tarik dan mee goreng pak mat yang lazat itu'. 'kamu tak berubah ye? menu tetap sama' ujar pak mat sambil tersengih.saya melontarkan pandangan sekeliling. ramai pelanggan. warung pak mat masih seperti dulu. ada sesetengah pelanggan setia pak mat masih ke situ. namun saya tetap rasa kejanggalannya. ada sesuatu yang saya rasa kekurangan. apa dia ya? saya masih mencari jawapan itu.lamunan saya terhenti. pak mat menghantar nescafe tarik dan mee goreng yang saya pesan. dia tersenyum. kemesraan terasa sama seperti tahun-tahun sebelumnya. mungkin saya antara pelanggan tetap di warungnya. dia tahu kegemaran saya. reaksi pak mat tetap sama. namun tidak begitu saya rasakan kemesraan pak mat dengan pelanggan yang lain. senyumannya bagai dibuat-buat. kenapa ya?saya menghirup nescafe tarik perlahan-lahan. kurang manis?! saya memanggil pak mat. 'pak mat, boleh tambah sedikit gula? kurang manislah' 'eh, iye ke? nanti pak mat tambahkan gula ya?' bingkas pak mat dan berlalu pergi. dia membawa kembali nescafe tarik kepada saya. saya menghirupnya perlahan-lahan. pak mat berdiri di sebelah saya.menunggu jika saya mahukan perubahan. kurang manis lagi?! pelik? saya memandang pak mat. 'macamana?' tanya pak mat. saya serba salah. 'hmmm masih kurang manis. mungkin saya minum manis agaknya' beritahu saya serba salah. 'pelik juga, rasanya pak mat gunakan kuantiti gula yang sama. kenapa masih tak manis ya?nak pak mat tambahkan lagi gula?''tak payah pak mat. tak elok kalau saya ambil gula banyak sangat. terima kasih.' 'betul kamu tak nak pak mat tambah gula?'. saya hanya menggelengkan kepala sambil tersenyum. pak mat beredar melayani pelanggan lain. saya memandang keadaan sekeliling. cuba mencerap.saya bangun untuk meninggalkan warung pak mat. dari jauh dia tersenyum. saya membuat konklusi sendiri. lewat 2-3 tahun ini masa telah berubah. umpama tepian pantai. pasirnya berubah tiap kali ombak mendatang.orang kata, kalau kalau kita buat sesuatu tanpa sepenuh hati atau sepenuh kasih sayang, hasilnya tidak seperti yang diharapkan. mungkin nescafe tadi hilang manisnya sepudar keceriaan pak mat? entahlah mungkin juga. mungkin nescafe pak mat tidak lagi semanis dahulu. namun nescafe itulah yang pernah menjadi kegemaran saya. tak mengapa mungkin faktor usia dan masa membuatkan nescafe pak mat tidak sesedap dahulu. namun begitu saya tetap akan menjadi pelanggannya. kerana saya tahu dia tidak akan berkecil hati jika saya memberi kritikan dan cadangan...kerana saya pelanggan setianya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-3482180796575745902?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/3482180796575745902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/01/tidak-semanis-dulu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/3482180796575745902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/3482180796575745902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/01/tidak-semanis-dulu.html' title='tidak semanis dulu?'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-4144964534643725348</id><published>2010-01-16T23:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:48:58.938Z</updated><title type='text'>tracking out of friends</title><content type='html'>when i surf the facebook i saw a very old photo. a scanned photo. i click on it. i saw very young faces, cute an innocent. well i saw some of my former friends in my secondary school. some of them i lost contact almost for about 15 years.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i click the names one by one. i was so attracted to add them as my friend list. names such suhaimi, danial, nik marina, azian, ijan, rafizi and many more. i went to their new facebook and saw their apparent look, some of them are totally different. so different. what a quick time flies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i am looking forward to meet them once i go back home. i promised suhaimi that i would do special bbq gathering for them. insya allah may my dreams come true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well that is one story. the other side of good story there must be something not really..hummm good perhaps? well, i coincidently see a facebook someone that i don't want to meet for the rest of my life. for this person, i will forgive but never forget. never as i couldn't forget what that person had done to me. this person destroyed my pride and tore my emotion into pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really hope that i will never get a chance to meet this person even coincidently...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-4144964534643725348?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/4144964534643725348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/01/tracking-out-of-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/4144964534643725348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/4144964534643725348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/01/tracking-out-of-friends.html' title='tracking out of friends'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-3620920836658400864</id><published>2010-01-14T20:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:03:39.144Z</updated><title type='text'>kehilangan dompet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;saya meneguk air suam perlahan-lahan. saya mengharapkan kehangatan air ini dapat menenangkan kesedihan dan kekacauan jiwa saya. kenapa? saya agak sedih. kenapa? kerana saya kehilangan sesuatu yang saya sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagi mereka yang mengenali,saya seorang yang amat menghargai pemberian orang. saya suka menyimpan barang2 yang dihadiahkan kepada saya. percaya atau tidak, saya masih menyimpan kad hari jadi pemberian keluarga/kawan2 sejak saya berusia 5tahun. masih tersimpan dan dijaga dengan baik di malaysia. bukan itu sahaja masih ada dalam simpanan saya kad2 hari raya pemberian rakan2 sejak saya darjah dua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin agak pelik. kenapa saya begitu menghargai pemberian orang? entah, pada saya bukan mudah orang memberikan kita sesuatukan? bukan mudah seseorang individu bersusah payah, mengeluarkan wang dan sebagainya untuk membeli atau menghadiahkan kita sesuatu kan? bukan setiap masa kita akan menjadi individu yang disayangi oleh orang lain. mungkin hari ini kita disayangi, mana tahu besok kita akan dibenci atau dimusuhi? oleh yang demikian yang tinggal hanyalah kenangan yang indah dan barangan yang mempunyai nilai sentimental yang tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berbalik kepada dompet saya. tengahari tadi saya ada kelas microsoft powerpoint 2007. saya begitu leka dengan tugasan yang diberikan. amat menarik! pada akhir sessi saya bergegas ingin pulang. tiba-tiba saya dapati dompet saya tiada bersama. puas saya mencari ke sana ke mari. saya berjumpa dengan pihak keselamatan di 4 buah tempat berbeza, pusat komputer, senate house, pusat keselamatan dan akhir sekali pusat keselamatan di jabatan kimia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya agak hampa. semua jawapan yang sama diperoleh. tiada siapa yang datang dan memulangkan dompet saya. saya sedih bukan kerana kehilangan £15 atau kad bank, kad pelajar dan pas bas (walaupun semua ini menuntut kesabaran yang tinggi kerana proses yang rumit dan remeh). tetapi saya sedih kerana saya kehilangan dompet berjenama polo yang dihadiahkan oleh emak kawan saya pada ulangtahun kelahiran saya yang ke-29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnya, dalam 2-3 hari ini entah mengapa intuisi saya begitu kuat mengatakan saya akan kehilangan dompet ini. namun hati saya berdoa agar itu tidak terjadi. tapi apakan daya pada hari ini saya kehilangannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'rasa kehilangan hanya akan ada jika kita pernah memilikinya'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm saya benar2 sedih, kerana saya kehilangan salah satu kenangan terindah saya. bukan saya tidak boleh membeli yang baru seperti yang telah saya hilang, tapi ia pasti tidak akan sama seperti yang pernah saya miliki dan saya pasti saya tidak akan memperolehnya lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-3620920836658400864?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/3620920836658400864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/01/kehilangan-dompet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/3620920836658400864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/3620920836658400864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/01/kehilangan-dompet.html' title='kehilangan dompet'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-3777917524252730887</id><published>2010-01-12T14:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:40:40.712Z</updated><title type='text'>cuak cuak dan cuak lagiiiii!</title><content type='html'>aku ni sejak minggu lepas asyik seram sejuk je! yer la satu disebabkan suhu mencecah -7C dan satu lagi sebab bila celik2 aje mata terus terpikir masa untuk extension ni makin singkat! adooiii! ikut2kan aku nak kena balik penghujung julai 10. tapi memandangkan research yang masih banyak tetiba aje aku jadi panik. member aku cakap kepanikan aku tahap maksima sehingga membuatkan aku demam! adoii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so baru tadi aku jumpa dengan supervisor aku. duduk dan bincang pasal progress dan juga pasal tesis. nasib baik aku dah cuak habis-habisan jumaat lepas. kalau tak mau nye aku sesak napas dalam bilik supervisor aku tu. uwaaaa.. sekarang ni baru aku terkujat+terkulat2 pasal writing up! padan muka. well nak buat camana? arap2 aku boleh buat yg terbaik laaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uwaaa...nak nanges pon takde mood baik aku pikir camana aku nak settle kan research ni. apa2pun aku berdoa agar aku mampu buat yang terbaik. tu je aku mampu sambil usaha sedaya mungkin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhu...mmmm semakin seram sejuk ditambahi dengan salji yang turun di luar sana..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-3777917524252730887?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/3777917524252730887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/01/cuak-cuak-dan-cuak-lagiiiii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/3777917524252730887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/3777917524252730887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/01/cuak-cuak-dan-cuak-lagiiiii.html' title='cuak cuak dan cuak lagiiiii!'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-529717894341554689</id><published>2010-01-10T13:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:29:56.304Z</updated><title type='text'>new update new year</title><content type='html'>it is cold outside, white everywhere. the temperature is minus 3. i am not feeling well since last two days. may be i have so much fun playing with snow three days ago. a bunch of thank you to my friend sam who taking care me. thanks dude&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i came back to this blog. it was a while i didn't update. why? i do not know. perhaps there is not much to say or share. perhaps i love to observe. 'wide eyes, mouth shut!'.  it is already 11 days i left the new year. hopefully all the new year's resolutions will be done one by one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to start up, i think i should write more about my thought. well may be it is going to be a good way to express the feeling. i hope that i will have to to share. like paulo coelho's say..time to render time to sew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to stop. i need some hot drink to warm up the cold&lt;/div&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/8632680567557549729-529717894341554689?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/529717894341554689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-update-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/529717894341554689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/529717894341554689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-update-new-year.html' title='new update new year'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-3498812668978557890</id><published>2009-09-23T11:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:35:25.327+01:00</updated><title type='text'>satu pagi yang menarik</title><content type='html'>cuaca di luar sejuk. awan kelabu. cuaca biasa bila musim berubah. selamat jalan musim panas, selamat datang musim luruh. kalau dulu matahari boleh tersenyum sehingga 9 malam, kini tidak lagi. matahari hanya sesekali tersenyum di balik awan kelabu. daun2 mula berguguran sana sini. saya akur menunggu bas yang belum kunjung tiba.jika minggu lepas emosi saya kurang stabil. amarah, kecewa menyelubungi diri. ada dua perkara yang mengganggu kecerian aidilfitri saya. pertama, idea kajian lanjutan saya 'dicuri' orang. dan kedua kek yang saya bakar tidak menjadi. mungkin ada perkara yang ketiga, tetapi..hmm biar saya abaikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bercakap tentang harta intelek, saya belajar sesuatu yang baru. secara umumnya saya pernah berdiskusi bersama2 seorang penyelidik di sini yang bukan daripada grup saya. mungkin disebabkan saya kurang ilmu saya bercerita tentang kajian yang ingin saya lakukan. dan jumaat lepas, apabila saya berjumpa dengan seorang penyelidik lain untuk membincangkan penggunaan bahan kimia yg dihasilkan dia memberitahu yang semua bahan2 tersebut telah diambil, dan kajian telah dijalankan oleh seorang pelajar dibawah seliaan penyelidik pertama. berita itu bagaikan satu tamparan hebat buat saya. saya geram, bengang dan kecewa disebabkan saya telah membuat sedikit persediaan bagi kajian lanjutan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lanjutan daripada itu ada perkara ketiga berlaku, namun saya cuba untuk tidak mempedulikannya.lanjutan daripada perkara2 tadi, menyebabkan kek saya kurang menjadi, walaupun sedap, namun tidak menepati piawaian saya. hmmm mungkin emosi terganggu agaknya? semalam saya berjumpa dengan penyelia saya. kami berbincang. nampak riak2 kecewa diwajahnya apabila saya memberitahu idea saya telah 'dicuri' orang. berbincang dengan orang yang hebat, dia kemudiannya mengutarakan satu idea yang saya tak pernah terfikir atau tidak pernah tahu. lebih mudah ideanya berbanding dengan idea saya yang sedikit 'complicated'saya berjalan keluar dari bilik penyelia saya dengan hati yang agak lapang. belum tentu idea ini menjadi, namun dia memberikan sesuatu harapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin dalam penuh emosi saya terlupa dengan ayat al-quran yang pernah saya baca. kalau tak silap dalam surah al-baqrah lebih kurang begini tafsirnya ' barangkali sesuatu yang kamu sukai tidak membawa kebaikan kepadamu, sedangkan apa yang kamu tidak sukai membawa kebaikan kepadamu, maha suci allah yang maha mengetahui segala sesuatu'.memang betul. dalam kealpaan kadang2 saya tidak berlapang dada menerima sesuatu ketentuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astaghfirullah. tak semua yang kita inginkan kita akan dapat. dan mungkin sesuatu yang saya terlalu inginkan tidak akan membawa kebaikan kepada saya. moga saya sentiasa bersyukur dan redha dengan apa yang telah ditentukan buat saya.dari jauh kelihatan bas bergerak perlahan. saya mendongak ke langit. masih kelabu. moga matahari tersenyum walaupun terlindung di balik awan, kerana saya gembira menjadi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-3498812668978557890?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/3498812668978557890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2009/09/satu-pagi-yang-menarik.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/3498812668978557890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/3498812668978557890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2009/09/satu-pagi-yang-menarik.html' title='satu pagi yang menarik'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-2620225782060758396</id><published>2009-09-21T09:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:14:41.687+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cinderella, slippers please...</title><content type='html'>when i was a little kid, before i went to sleep my late sister will read me bedtime stories. i was introduced by fairy tales, poems and the religious stories. one of it was cinderella. "Her Fairy Godmother magically appeared and vowed to assist Cinderella in attending the ball. She turned a pumpkin into a coach, mice into horses, a rat into a coachman, and lizards into footmen. She then turned Cinderella's rags into a beautiful gown, complete with a delicate pair of glass slippers. The Godmother told her to enjoy the ball, but return before midnight for the spells would be broken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminding me of this story, it shows how importance the slippers. shoes/slippers ect will make your style complete. especially to the girl who has many dresses, only certain shoes slippers are suitable for that particular dress.all of all i really cannot accept 'baju kurung' or 'kebayas' with sneakers (especially jogging/trainers/gym sneakers..please). again baju kurung with sneakers! exception to the school uniform in Malaysia. for me, it's truly meaningless how pretty your dress is if the baju kurung combining with sneakers. really really really unmatch! in my eyes the girl's style is totally wrong and looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly. okay i give an example which is for me it's going to look funny. a girl, wears a sexy 'nyonya kebayas' and beautiful batiks. completing her style she wears half covered tudungs (showing her dyed hairs). pergghhh as a man, she really really really attractives. she draws me to go next to her and ask 'would you be free tomorrow night? shall we have a romantic candle light dinner?' . if i were a judge definitely i will give full marks for the tudungs, the sexy kebayas and beautiful batik. plus extra marks for the make up. style is judge from head to toe. am i saying toe? yes..toe and looking at her foot.. she wears her jogging sneakers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.. i have no further discussion, should i still give her full marks? hmmmm.... quoting my friend's says 'GOOD FROM FAR, FAR FROM GOOD!'well cinderella, i think you should ask your fairy god mother another slippers please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-2620225782060758396?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/2620225782060758396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2009/09/cinderella-slippers-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/2620225782060758396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/2620225782060758396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2009/09/cinderella-slippers-please.html' title='cinderella, slippers please...'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-2216747519722272763</id><published>2009-09-05T05:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T06:13:14.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>terkonang semaso dolu</title><content type='html'>pojam colik, pojam colik hari ni dah masuk hari ko limo boleh den berpuaso kek rantau orang. insya allah kalau dipanjangkan usio oleh allah tahun ni masuk tahun ko tigo den berpuaso dan berghayo kek UK ni haa. satu pengalaman yang tak ponah mimpi. tapi ghaso2 yo satu pengalaman yang amat menarik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maso dok tunggu berbuko semalam, den layan aah lelagu kek youtube, lagu2 ghayo. perrghhh sekali tangkap syahdu lak! ghaso cam nak balik yo berayo kek malaysia. cam la UK-Malaysia cam seghomban pilah yo! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tetibo namo2 geng2 kampung den termuncul kek kepalo otak nih. bakar, wan, pak ya, jekpa, paku, shidi, man musang, mat duan dan lain2. tetibo yo den ghindu kek derang! paling2 den akan ingat bakar dengan wan aah sobab derang ni best pren ever den sejak kocik! aritu wan bagitau den yang paku (yang sebayo dengan usio den) nak kawin rayo ko tigo! adoiii dalam geng2 ni ghaso yo den sorang yo yang tertinggal keretapi nih! har har har&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banyak jugo la bendo den dengan geng2 kampung ni buek aktiviti. ado 2 bendo yang sasah den tak leh lupokan. pertamo yo masa kitorang lopeh SPM. masa tu takdo keja. geng2 ni buek collection buek panjut (pasang pelito) hias kampung. nak collect duit kami letak tong tepi surau hahaha untuk buat top up beli minyak dengan pelito! masih fresh kek ingatan den bilo kami masuk dalam hutan nak cari buluh...perrgghhhh 1st time den jumpo dengan ular sawa bapak bosa... biso bonar!! seb baik laa ular tu dah kenyang agak yo...kalo tak den dulu dio makan kot? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perkaro keduo yang den sure ingat ialah, kami suko kluar shopping beli baju rayo sesamo. naik bas samo2 poie pokan boli baju baru. seronok bukan main sobab leh kacau awek2 yang poie boli baju gaks! hahaha...dan pengalaman yang paling best...dak2 ni penah gilo main game kek kodai game..ado ko patut malam ghayo kami ponah poie main game sampai kek pukul ompek pagi?? maso den balik tu apo laie abang den bising ahhh sobab takdo sapo nak tolong pasang langsir ghayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itulah.. kojap yo maso berlalu... tapi den ghaso insya allah kalo den balik malaysia nanti mungkin ado aktiviti2 yang best yang boleh kami buek bersamo2.... haisshh pesal den asyik teringat nak berayo yo nihh?? hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-2216747519722272763?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/2216747519722272763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2009/09/terkonang-semaso-dolu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/2216747519722272763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/2216747519722272763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2009/09/terkonang-semaso-dolu.html' title='terkonang semaso dolu'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-1645207339897110077</id><published>2009-09-03T12:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:40:31.254+01:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you for the memories</title><content type='html'>a bright sunny day. i sit on a bench, holding a book entittled 'thank you for the memories' written by cecilia arhern. i cant give my views on this book yet because i just started reading it. so far the book is interesting (i really hope the book is better than P.S.I love U). i feel a little bit ashame because reading 'girlish' book. but who cares? like one of my friend said 'perhaps nobody realized that you were there!'. indeed no matter what, you are easily forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back, i learnt how to appreciate the sweet memory. not everyday you will get, taste,experient or feel something good that makes you happy. sometimes it can be once in a lifetime. life is so short. sometimes everything turnover. it may happend that today a person may like you and tomorrow will hate you, or today a person may be your friend and tomorrow may be your enemy, or today may a person may smile at you and tomorrow the same person becomes totally a stranger! life is so unpredictable!l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ife, full of sweet and sour, or sometimes bitter. but for me, i need to appreciate all the short time given before it changed. all of all i will extract only the good and leave the bad behind. all i need is when i missing or thinking someone i will remember only the sweet memories that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the memories&lt;br /&gt;Within my book of memories,&lt;br /&gt;There are special thoughts of you.&lt;br /&gt;And all them, many nice things&lt;br /&gt;You often say and do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turn the pages,&lt;br /&gt;And recall each single thought,&lt;br /&gt;I realize the happiness&lt;br /&gt;That knowing you has brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are memories of the times we've shared&lt;br /&gt;Both bright and sunny days.&lt;br /&gt;There are memories of your kindness&lt;br /&gt;And your friendly thoughtful ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I recall these memories&lt;br /&gt;As I go along life's way,&lt;br /&gt;I find they grow more precious still&lt;br /&gt;With every passing day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-1645207339897110077?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/1645207339897110077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you-for-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/1645207339897110077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/1645207339897110077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you-for-memories.html' title='thank you for the memories'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-5065108583652649297</id><published>2009-09-01T00:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:33:21.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dont quit</title><content type='html'>i sit down and appreciate the beauty of night. it is dark, cold, windy and full of mystery. i take a deep breath, allow my lung full with the cool air. although tonight it is very chilly. again i take the second breath. i think, along the way, sometimes i found the end of the road. sometimes things are not working as it is plan. sometimes things you try to build collapse and ruin. all this make me tired, feeling like a loser and give up. although time have been spent and will never come back again. "You are never a looser until you quit trying". that mean as long you are given a chance to breath, never give up. keep on moving and keep on trying. no pain no gain! and people always say 'where there's a will there's a way'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong as they sometimes will,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the funds are low and the debts are high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When care is pressing you down a bit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest if you must, but don't you quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is queer with its twists and turns,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As every one of us sometimes learns,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many a failure turns about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he might have won had he stuck it out;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up though the pace seems slow--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may succeed with another blow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is failure turned inside out--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you never can tell how close you are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be near when it seems so far;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-5065108583652649297?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/5065108583652649297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-quit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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berposo kek UK ni? mak aiii mampu ko den bertahan lobih onam boleh jam tak makan nih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sehari sebolum ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;den ghaso nak melahap sumo makanan kek dopan mato den. selambo den boli 4 tin air kelapo kek kodai cino. perrghhh napsu2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masa sahur hari pertamo&lt;br /&gt;den makan agak2 la jugak, kira untuk bekalan esok skali gamak eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengahari ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;kol doblas setongah perut den dah nyanyi lagu2 sendu. lapar la pulak! ghaso nak poie kodai yo boli makanan. kalo kek msia ado penguat kuasa agama, kek sini sapo kesah? isk isk memang la orang akan kato, ado aku kesah? tapi mano den nak nyuruk? allah nampak kan kan kan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berbuko ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;dongar2 yo azan den makan apo2 yg patut, kurma limo nam biji dan makan laie. nasib baik den buleh laie solat terawikh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kesimpulan puaso hari pertmo&lt;br /&gt;ok laa, walaupun 16 jam lobih, tapi masih boleh bertahan. ghuponyo allah bagi kesenangan walaupon maso berpuaso nampak panjang. moga2 allah beri den kekuatan untuk meneruskan laie baki hari2 bulan yang mulio ini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-1746982938716416737?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/1746982938716416737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2009/08/chronicles-of-mat-ramadhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/1746982938716416737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/1746982938716416737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2009/08/chronicles-of-mat-ramadhan.html' title='chronicles of mat: ramadhan'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-4259349728263253103</id><published>2009-08-20T13:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:39:18.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hidayah allah</title><content type='html'>masa aku budak2 dulu, aku selalu dengar lagu raihan, iman mutiara nyanyian kumpulan nasyid raihan.&lt;br /&gt;             iman adalah mutiara....&lt;br /&gt;             iman tak dpat diwarisi, dari seorang ayah yang bertakwa&lt;br /&gt;             iman tak dapat dijual beli&lt;br /&gt;             ia tak dpat di tepian pantai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sesungguhnya hari ini aku menyaksikan kebenaran lirik di atas. allah memberikan hidayah kepada sesiapa yang dikehendaki...hidayah allah milik DIA sepenuhnya. dan aku terkesima, betapa islam yang diwarisi daripada kedua org tua aku ini kadang2 tidak dihargai. aku islam tanpa melalui satu proses yang susah untuk mendapatkannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maha suci allah, dia yang memiliki segalanya. moga aku juga turut diberikan hidayah seumpama saudara baru yang allah campakkan hidayah di dalam hatinya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-4259349728263253103?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/4259349728263253103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2009/08/hidayah-allah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/4259349728263253103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/4259349728263253103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2009/08/hidayah-allah.html' title='hidayah allah'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-2308825896640860234</id><published>2009-08-19T12:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:35:32.577+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronicles of Mat'/><title type='text'>chronicles of Mat: adoii laa</title><content type='html'>summer kat UK memang best. kalau berjalan kaki tak le pepeluh ketiak. angin sejuk sepoi2 bahasa (bukan bahasa urdu ok). ye lah, dah nak masuk pre autum. daun kekuningan. aku lelepak minum hot choc kegemaran sambil mengusha objek2 jelita yang berkeliaran ke sana ke mari. perrgghhh masyukkk..minum hot choc+beskot dan cuaca menariks macam ni layannn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tetiba aku teringat nak call kak cik aku kat malaysia. semalam call sibuk memanjang. lebih daripada bini menteri! apa dibuatnya pun tak tau. 3 kali beb gua call... setiap kali dia angkat;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sorry Mat kak cik tengah beli barang kat kedai' aku kata ok akan call balik. kali kedua 'err kak cik tengah mengemas rumah, jap lagi jiran nak datang'. sejak bila lak kakak aku jadi rajin tak hengat ni? sebagai jejaka yang hensem lagi budiman, aku mempunyai kesabaran yang tinggi... ok.. aku jawab. kali ketiga aku call.. 'Mat call kak cik sat lagi boleh, tengah nak sesembang jap' adoiii ni yang membuatkan jejaka sehensem aku marahhhh!! 3kali gua call smua bizi.. gua dengan kesabaran yang kurang mejawab 'tengok la..Matpun ada keja k'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semalam satu hari malas nak call malaysia. hari ni sambil duduk2, rerehat...baru la best call malaysia. nasib baik la kak cik tak sebizi semalam. so kitaorangpun bersembang, gegossip sesikit. kak cik minta pendapat yang aku konklusi dalam bahasa inggeris slang british yang pekat (sepekat kopi expresso) ' i don't think that's a wise idea'. kak cik bersetuju. lepas tu kami ke topik lain.. (cam blaja sejarah plak) jeng jeng jeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mat kak cik dengar Kak Ngah dengan abang Long nak kenalkan Mat dengan someone eyh?' dengan hati berbunga (sebab terasa diri bagaikan lelaki pojaan malaya) 'ahhh' kembang kempis hidung aku ni. 'haiissshhh pesal nak kena orang kenal2 kan? takde taste sendiri ke? err tak leh nak ngorat sendiri ke?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangggg!!! terasa cam ada orang lempang je muka aku kuat2! perrghhh terasa laksana ade bulldozer yang bawak bertan-tan batu pastu hempap atas kepala aku ni! hadoiii laaa... mau je aku mandi dengan hot choc yang panas kat situ gak! hadoii laaa WHAT A LOSER! sekali lagi WHAT A LOSER! HADOOOIIII tadi punya la bangga laksana jejaka pojaan malaya..sekarang aku terasa 'saya ompama debu' (feeling jap kenyataan samy vellu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perrghhh remuk redam rasanya. tau la kakak aku bergurau tapi gua rasa loser sangat beb! time tu jugak gua rasa nak g ngorat awek mat salih depan gua nih! satu hari gua rasa cam nk flirting jek.. takpa2 gua kena sabar. lelaki hensem biasalaa mula2 mengalah dulu sebelom dpat heroin cunnn nak mampos alaaa cam citer hindustan tu laaa hehehe..tengokla mana nak tau semalam gua takde rezeki nak mengorat awek bermata biru...mungkin rezeki gua nak dapat awek kejap lagi.... sapa tauuuu hhehehehe.....laariiik!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-2308825896640860234?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/2308825896640860234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2009/08/chronicles-of-mat-adoii-laa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/2308825896640860234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/2308825896640860234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2009/08/chronicles-of-mat-adoii-laa.html' title='chronicles of Mat: adoii laa'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-2297816224302673814</id><published>2009-08-17T22:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:17:37.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'>chronicles of Mat : Aisyah</title><content type='html'>pukul 5ptg waktu UK barat. saat aku tengah mengantok tak hengat. mata pulak makin tak larat nak dibuka. aku tersengguk-sengguk bagaikan bapak ayam baru lepas balik overtime. tatkala aku mula hendak berdengkur tiba2 telefon berbunyi. dadaku lantas berdebar. aishhh ape hal pulak mak aku telefon ni? kalau kat malaysia sure dah pukul 12 pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'asalamualaikum' 'waalaikum salam. errr kenapo omak call ese ni?" "mat bz ko?" "tak, tak, ese tak bz pun omak. ni tongah nak buek tahi mato ni!" aku ketawa kecil. "iyo ko? tak baik tidur waktu2 asar ni..tak elok" "hehehe iyolah omak, err..kenapo omak tak tido laie ni? dah pukul berapo ni?" "nak tidolah ni, cumo nak cakap sikit dengan mat" tetiba aja jantung berdegup kencang..dag dig dug..kenapa pulak ni? "kenapo omak?" takut gak aku, kalau2 terbuat salah ke? "tadi, omak sesembang dengan kak ngah mat, dio berkonan bonar dengan cikgu sekolag baru daftar kek sekolah dio. cantik, lomah lombut..aiisshh molek bonar kalo dijodohkan dengan mat" "ini cikgu sekolah yang abg long nak konalkan kat Mat tu ko?" "eh, tak..ini kak Mat, itu abang long Mat, lain2 sekolah". perrghhh banyak betul nak kenalkan dengan aku ni? minggu lepas abang long, minggu ni kak ngah lak...fuhyooo...tau la adik derang ni kacak.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"iyo ko omak, hehe mano2 lah. Mat ikut yo. cuma aritu adola mat email budak tampin yang abang long nak konalkan. tengok gambar, lawa omak...aduiii mato yo bulat, cantik botul, comel lak tu!" "emmm kalau Mat dah berkonan tak yah konal cikgu ni." "mmm suko tu adolah sikit. tapi bolum tentu mat ni taste dio mak, walaupun macamano mat ni hensempun kalo bukan taste dio takkan nak pakso iyo tak?pompuan kekadang bukan suko bonar dengan lelaki2 hensem lagi baik cam Mat ni. taste derang kadang2 pelik, nak yang cam pocah ghumah tu..hehehe' "hmmm macam ni lah, kalau mat dah suko, mat tahukan jalan yo? kalau mat keliru, doa banyak2 buek solat istikarah ko apo ko..?' 'baik mak'  jawabku pendek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah mendapatkan contact number cikgu yang nak dikenalkan oleh kak ngah aku segera bangun untuk ke meja semula. berkemas-kemas untuk pulang. aisshhh tak habis2 keluarga aku nak kenalkan aku dengan orang itu dan ini. aku tersenyum sendirian. terasa diri seperti lelaki pujaan malaya. fuhyooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"asalamualaikum brother' lembut aje suara tu menegur. kalau suara dah sedap, sasah orangnya lawa kan kan? hahaha teori mano lak aku pakai ni? "waalaikum salam, eh aishah? what are you doing here?" terkejut tetiba aje awek cun muncul dari belakang. oh ye aku kenal aishah minggu lepas. baru aje sampai di UK ni. buat attachment. anak kelahiran pakistan. sweet la jugak! bertudung litup...ewaahhh terasa cam ayat2 cinta plak. "i'm preparing to go home. you are mat right?" haiyooo...awek ni ingat nama aku? hehehe sasah aku ni bukan setakat jejaka pujaan malaya dah pujaan global! hahaha. "yes, mat from Malaysia" "I know, so what do you do here?" so, kitaorangpun start bersembang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"err, mat, i need to go home. it's already 6.30pm" perrghhh boleh aku tak sedar sembang dengan awek ni dekat 2jam?? adoii terasa masa singkat jek. mau aje aku mintak jam tangan dia, pastu aku pusing balik waktu ke belakang. best oooo....sesembang dgn awek ni...kitaorang bercerita dari study, keluarga, masalah negara, bangsa, agama. perghhhh giler ahh aku dah lama tak sesembang mutual macam ni. adala dekat setahun kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan sopan aisyah meminta diri untuk berlalu. nak ke musalla katanya.solat asar. aduhhh warak awek ni. mak aku cakap kalau nak cari bini kena cari yang solehah....isk isk isk "siapa bilang gadis pakistan tak menawan, tak menarik hati, tiada memikaatttt"&lt;br /&gt;adoiii...kenapa dengan aku ni? tetiba je aku pikir nak kena belajar bahasa urduuuuuuuuuuu??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-3107865367151065551</id><published>2009-08-17T12:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:11:16.069+01:00</updated><title type='text'>who am i</title><content type='html'>during my search of a nice template for my new blog, i found a short explaination of someone's profile. this person not introdusing him/herself in a typical ways. he/she used explaining about his/her personal details in questions. i found it very nice to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i?&lt;br /&gt;Look deep into my eyes, tell me what you see?&lt;br /&gt;who do you think of, when you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the sweetest one, thyal, faithful friend?Or do you just use me, am I means to an end?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the love of your life, the one you can't live without?Or am I just a good time, just trash you'll soon throw out?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the mean person, the one that scares you?Or am I the one you torture, when you think no one will know?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the forgotten person, the one that no one can see?Or you spend your nights awake fantasizing about me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the weird person the one that you put down?Or am I the funny person everyone calls the class clown?&lt;br /&gt;Am i the suicidal person, the one who tries to kill the pain?Or am I the vibrant person who loves to dance in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think I am?Do you even really know?&lt;br /&gt;There are so many sides of me, but only a few i ever show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-3107865367151065551?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632680567557549729.post-6496349095167959622</id><published>2009-08-16T20:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:20:53.348+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my first entry</title><content type='html'>Tanggal 31, bulan lapan...erkk, aku silap tarikh da, hari ni  baru 16 ogos 2009. biasala aku kan anak jati Malaysia yang patriotik? (yang kadang2 terpikir nak dok UK je). hujan rintik2. nasib baik aku lelaki, tak yah pakai faundation macam perempuan. kalo tak sure muka aku dah celoreng2 macam abang askar yang nak masuk hutan. sure kalo aku mengorat awek di saat ini free2 je kena reject. aku tgh happy. perut tengah kenyang. mana taknya... sebab aku makan tak hengat kat rumah kak fariza tadi. kalau ikut nisbah apa yang aku makan tadi rasanya cukup untuk sampai ramadhan hari ketiga! biasala aku kan orang bujang. time makan2 free ni syok sekali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walaupun di majlis itu tiada aweks2 yang single lagi jelita, tapi aku ada keluarga2 yang baik hati serta anak2 buah yang comel2 belaka. (bila plak aku nak ada anak sendiri ni?). dengan diorang ni lah aku menumpang kasih sebab family aku dok jauh..sob sob sob (sambil mengesat air mata).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untuk first entry aku ni, aku nak bagi kredit pada kawan yang sering bagi semangat untuk aku buat blog, wan syafira. kalaulah nak maintain blog ni semudah aku masak meggi (kalau letak telur best ooo) dah lama aku menjadi pemblog yang berjaya cam peladang berjaya tu (blogger dgn peladang ade kena mengena ke?). tapi takpa la. aku akan cuba try test tengok dulu macamana. bak kata member aku kayuh pelan2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa2pun aku cuba la... tulis apa2 yang patut daripada pemikiran, pandangan, komen, luahan seorang lelaki...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632680567557549729-6496349095167959622?l=malayqasidah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/feeds/6496349095167959622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-entry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/6496349095167959622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632680567557549729/posts/default/6496349095167959622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malayqasidah.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-entry.html' title='my first entry'/><author><name>the storyteller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134588407108995509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
