<?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-5498694997714978864</id><updated>2012-02-02T06:08:46.355+08:00</updated><category term='kotak hatiku'/><category term='cinta'/><category term='kerja gila'/><category term='life'/><category term='crita2'/><title type='text'>In My Red Ribbon Shoes</title><subtitle type='html'>In the name of Allah. Most Gracious. Most Merciful</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>492</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-325683881358467769</id><published>2012-01-30T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:16:10.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good news from the office</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;hari neh ada good news dari office. one of my colleague is expecting! dingdong *not a relevant sound* Alhamdulillah i’m so happy for her. and what's more that's makes me happy. she came to my office this morning membawa aku cerita pasal pregnancy. hehehehe. honestly, aku sebenarnya selalu rasa aku neh seorang yang failure (when it comes to pregnancy) so people might not wanted to ask pregnancies stories from me, or even ask what i eat, what i do, which doctor i went, during my pregnancy. i know its not good to think such way. but its just the silly me. hehehe. so aku happy lah sebab dia datang all the way dua puluh langkah kaki dari building sebelah to my office (different building) just to bawa cerita cerita about pregnancy with me. and from the look at her face, seolah olah dia mahu berkata “jummmmm join akuuuuuuu” HAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;kami neh dulu sama sama intake masuk jabatan tapi dia awal sedikit. masa aku belum ada office, aku selalu lepak di meja dia. sama sama bekas kerja swasta, so wavelength pemikiran tu agak sama. kami pernah cuci bikar yang super banyak sama sama tau which is perbuatan yang miracle untuk di buat oleh seseorang seperti ‘kami’. so basicly, aku rapat dengan dia awal dulu, tapi selepas aku dapat bilik baru, &lt;strike&gt;aku lupa daratan&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; kami pun jarang berjumpa, bila aku pregnant aku jadi sibuk dengan diri sendiri, lepas tuh pula meeting nda habis habis, outstations lagi yadayada so kami jadi macam drift apart. dan this morning kami bercerita macam orang yang lama nda jumpa T_T. sebenarnya, dia kahwin dulu dari aku. kemudian aku sempat mengandung dulu, beranak dulu dan kalau April ada sudah mau masuk sepuluh bulan budak itu sekarang, barulah rezeki dia sampai. she told me that she took some sort of pil kesuburan from her gynae for six months before dapat pregnant now.&amp;nbsp; i didnt know that she’s having a hard time trying to conceive. aku fikir mungkin dia masih mau honeymoon lagi. so maybe masa aku pregnant dulu i might have hurt her feelings. i dont know but just maybe kan? kita neh kadang kadang kan ndak sedar yang perbuatan kita sedikit sebanyak buat orang kecil hati. sebab asyik fikir dan jaga perasaan sendiri, lama lama kita lupa akan perasaan orang lain pula. sebab itulah aku gembira dia pregnant sekarang *walaupun sebenarnya aku nervous dan boleh bertukar awkward bila around dengan pregnant mommies* tapi dia exceptional =))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tiba tiba masa mengacau ikan dalam periuk tadi *oh so random*, aku teringat kata kata seorang ustaz neh. memohon pertolongan ini ada dua bentuk. &lt;em&gt;Isti’annah&lt;/em&gt; dan &lt;em&gt;Mu’awannah&lt;/em&gt;. Isti’annah adalah memohon pertolongan terus daripada Allah eg. berdoa. Mu’awannah adalah memohon pertolongan daripada makhluk selagi mengikut syarak dan tiada menyekutu Allah eg. doktor. harus kita ketahui, mana mana pertolongan yang datang dari seseorang mahkluk itu tetap datang dari Allah cuma di sandarkan kepada makhluk tersebut. Isti’annah dan Mu’awannah ini harus seiring. ndak boleh di lakukan salah satu nya cuma. macam kes kawan aku tadi tu lah kan. doa senjata utama kita. tawakal datang hanya selepas kita habis berusaha. Isti’annah seja tapi ndak Mu’awannah pun ndak boleh kan? =))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;orang bijak pandai cakap, hari ini kau sakit, malam ni kau minta tolong Allah untuk sembuhkan (doa), besok kau minta tolong doktor kasi ubat. dengan izin Allah, ubat yang doktor kasi tuh akan sembuhkan sakit kau. dengan izin Allah, bukan dengan ubat atau doktor. itu cuma sandaran pertolongan Allah. sebab itu aku minat jumpa doktor yang kuat agama. aku tasuka doktor yang ‘weng weng’ neh. ndak kisah agama dia apa, kalau dia percaya kuat dengan agama dia, tuhan dia, maksudnya dia akan yakin semua benda yang dia praktiskan kepada pesakit dia adalah dalam kekuasaan tuhan dia. kalau ada bakal doktor baca ini, aku sarankan lah betul untuk engkau orang jadi doktor yang kuat pegangan agama. insyaAllah, pesakit gembira dan rasa ‘selamat’ bersama kamu kerana pesakit tahu pegangan kamu macamana.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;did i sound much like an ustazah? hehehe sorry if its bothering. aku eksaited saja mau kongsi sedikit ilmu yang aku pelajari dari kelas tafsir yang aku ikut sabtu lepas. kalau ada kesalahan mohon di perbetulkan yaa. sebab aku pun masih belajar lagi. jadi kita sama sama belajar. belajar ‘semula’ neh buat aku rasa muda dan cool pula muahahaha *whats with that evil laugh?* sabtu ini ada kelas lagi. kalau engkau orang berminat mau ikut, bagitahu lah. insyaAllah ada aku dan Azmah di sana =))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;bai.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-IDfABa7b398/Tyal_Fv5WQI/AAAAAAAACBc/ldgIjKEtsxc/s1600-h/DSC09399%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC09399" border="0" alt="DSC09399" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-97z5v604skg/TyamCoUnCCI/AAAAAAAACBk/R1UYX4JFMas/DSC09399_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*tiada motif*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-325683881358467769?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/325683881358467769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=325683881358467769&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/325683881358467769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/325683881358467769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-news-from-office.html' title='good news from the office'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-97z5v604skg/TyamCoUnCCI/AAAAAAAACBk/R1UYX4JFMas/s72-c/DSC09399_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-9121258389610394168</id><published>2012-01-30T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T14:23:38.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>‘tangan yang belum berpunya’</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ada satu anak buah aku neh. umur dua tahun. budak baru dapat kaki. kerjanya melompat ndak berhentihenti. imagine. lantai yang mempunyai degree yang sama. maksudnya permukaan rata lah. tapi berlainan warna. contoh karpet dan tiles. pun mahu di lompatnya. dan bila si uncle skateboard itu datang membawa ajaran lompatan dari sisi (kaki kanan/kaki kiri). mula lah dia melompat dengan style baru. ndak berhentihenti sambil dahi berkerut tanda sedang konsentrasi sampaikan nenek perlu datang &lt;strike&gt;menyelamatkan&lt;/strike&gt; menghentikan dia dengan pelukan. kami di sekeliling yang memerhatikan sudah cedera tumbang terbalik sakit perut ketawa. eh budak ini sungguh funny. luarbiasa. dari hipotesis awal yang di pelajari. kids at this age, still learning on balancing and controlling their feet. hebatkan macik pacik neh buat anak buah jadi uji kaji.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;jadi dengan corak hidupnya yang hectic begitu, dia sangat tidak gemar makan. mau di kejar ke sana ke mari dengan nasi. mau di sogok dengan segala warna kereta. dan dengan segala Ranjit, Meimei dan Ihsan di panggil makan bersama sekalipun, kalau dia bilang NO-NO. jadi ndak lah makan. aku ndak tau lah masa aku umur begini pandai ka tidak aku sebut NO-NO. aku rasa memang ndak pandai lah. kesannya sampai sekarang ndak pandai sebab NO-NO dan asyik kena buli di pejabat. ini bukan entry pasal kau lah, Ona. ok maaf. budak budak sekarang memang ranggi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;eh takenal Ranjit, Meimei dan Ihsan? hem sila banyakkan membaca.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tapi ada lah satu orang neh. dia kalau menyuap Danish makan, makan betul lah budak tu oleh dia. siapa lagi kalau bukan. ehem tiga huruf dua suku kata. kalau Ona bilang “eat rice”, buka mulut dia luas luas mau eat rice kesian. kalau Ona bilang “eat chicken”, terus angguk kepala dan ulang cakap Ona “eat iken” kuatkuat. miracle bah di tengok. jadinya, kalau masa kenduri kendara, aktiviti mengasi makan dia, akulah calon menang tanpa bertanding. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;one of the neneks cakap yang aku punya tangan adalah tangan yang belum berpunya (belum ada anak sendiri yang di suap makan) sebab itu budak suka makan dari tangan ini. manis gitu &amp;lt;--- ah ini aku sendiri yang tambah HAHAHAHA &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so kalau siapa siapa ada anak yang ndak gemar makan mari sini aku tolong suapkan. lepas habis makan, aku boleh ajar melompat pelbagai sisi. erk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-tx_LSa3mnrI/TyY3YQXWtcI/AAAAAAAACBM/Qkpn6iL2shU/s1600-h/AAA%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="AAA" border="0" alt="AAA" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-x1rnpUXcKQQ/TyY3ZxGhttI/AAAAAAAACBU/md3cZKYMA9U/AAA_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danish and Aya&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Danish sekarang suka berkawankawan. kalau boleh semua orang yang dia jumpa dia cakap ‘hi’ sambil lambai dan senyuman menawan. macam ciri ciri pengurat seja neh. Aya pula comel macam kuih bahulu. tengok dia boleh jadi lapar selalu. erk. tengok dia rasa mau tengok terusss. hehehehe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-9121258389610394168?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/9121258389610394168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=9121258389610394168&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/9121258389610394168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/9121258389610394168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/tangan-yang-belum-berpunya.html' title='‘tangan yang belum berpunya’'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-x1rnpUXcKQQ/TyY3ZxGhttI/AAAAAAAACBU/md3cZKYMA9U/s72-c/AAA_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-4343384633244162434</id><published>2012-01-29T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T16:38:52.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting pregnant?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;progress so far;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;22 days of Folic Acid without fail. i am proud. this is big for me.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;under going supplement. motif. to get enough nutrition for the body.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;buat kiraan congak bersama rakan-rakan mengenai waktu kerja yang sesuai bagi mendapatkan December baby. sorry kawan kawan kerana men-drag kamu orang ke dalam cerita ini T____T&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;another 3 more juzuk to go. i promise myself to khatam Quran sebelum memulakan semua ini.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;bought an UPT. a cheap one. hehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;confessions;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;it was just recently that i manage to have a good night sleep. bukan lagi tidur malam yang harus di pujuk dan di peluk suami. di usapkan air mata kerana kerinduan. tidur ku kini pulas. yang sebelumnya tidur aku adalah tersenyum. &lt;strong&gt;im afraid that i might lose that kind of night sleep again by being pregnant again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;how to deal with this ah? complicated lah aku neh boleh menyampah sendiri tau. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-4343384633244162434?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4343384633244162434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=4343384633244162434&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4343384633244162434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4343384633244162434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/getting-pregnant.html' title='getting pregnant?'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-5116576600098885713</id><published>2012-01-19T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T16:10:34.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little photo//trying niqab</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sharing with you today one of my favorite FREE application that I've downloaded in my phone. its called Little Photo. Beaty yang kasi kenal. Thank you, Beaty. hehehehe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;this is the original picture.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-g8jflUVOe5w/TxfPbzMAQWI/AAAAAAAAB_c/yOy1wy09Kcw/s1600-h/tmp_photo%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="tmp_photo" border="0" alt="tmp_photo" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/--5TW-1K_GKM/TxfPc47DydI/AAAAAAAAB_k/q1bWXtm-eWY/tmp_photo_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="286" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;after LOMO, B&amp;amp;W, White Story, Daylight, Hell fire, Ghost Soldier(?). not in order.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-1dAjmUDc8cY/TxfPd4MWwLI/AAAAAAAAB_s/XBbJVIwETLQ/s1600-h/p20120113-183525%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="p20120113-183525" border="0" alt="p20120113-183525" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-A2MdNWrXh2c/TxfPenvG6tI/AAAAAAAAB_0/04yHd7Fj3Ic/p20120113-183525_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="143" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-v0i8OOdo8u8/TxfPfczzYdI/AAAAAAAAB_8/kkpq4KWUPtE/s1600-h/p20120113-183608%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="p20120113-183608" border="0" alt="p20120113-183608" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-i2ABDuzJZJ0/TxfPgBdbKyI/AAAAAAAACAE/BO4caOqqTJc/p20120113-183608_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="143" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/--0ZD2am60Q0/TxfPhT9hf5I/AAAAAAAACAM/do-RyMejDRE/s1600-h/p20120113-183731%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="p20120113-183731" border="0" alt="p20120113-183731" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-5yuJQwBBrEM/TxfPiJhX0WI/AAAAAAAACAU/apHdoP64nSo/p20120113-183731_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="143" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WYu9Az8ML1E/TxfPjF5IdBI/AAAAAAAACAc/x99TUeZ9ZII/s1600-h/p20120113-184056%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="p20120113-184056" border="0" alt="p20120113-184056" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-oROFvHsqD24/TxfPjlOlu6I/AAAAAAAACAk/xmaUfobDZIY/p20120113-184056_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="143" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vmTyf53Glf4/TxfPkoICLWI/AAAAAAAACAs/XP6l0qMtbBU/s1600-h/p20120113-184217%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="p20120113-184217" border="0" alt="p20120113-184217" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-mC1-2uYQBcQ/TxfPlcFozOI/AAAAAAAACA0/YLnmvc_mFBA/p20120113-184217_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="143" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-YLZ_CRObTVU/TxfPmAMBqII/AAAAAAAACA8/lCBP322ahek/s1600-h/p20120113-231555%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="p20120113-231555" border="0" alt="p20120113-231555" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-soLp1arH9YE/TxfPmitkViI/AAAAAAAACBE/IAPLgjHw1sk/p20120113-231555_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="143" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;oh i love free stuffs!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps; next application review; Woman Log (kalender perempuan) hihihi~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-5116576600098885713?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5116576600098885713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=5116576600098885713&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5116576600098885713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5116576600098885713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-phototrying-niqab.html' title='little photo//trying niqab'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/--5TW-1K_GKM/TxfPc47DydI/AAAAAAAAB_k/q1bWXtm-eWY/s72-c/tmp_photo_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-3085015957415321816</id><published>2012-01-13T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:05:09.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday’ quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-DRQIK9XX0m4/Tw-RTvyKPwI/AAAAAAAAB_M/hXFWkW2FKeo/s1600-h/tumblr_l82v0kYJ7E1qdxa23o1_500%25255B5%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="tumblr_l82v0kYJ7E1qdxa23o1_500" border="0" alt="tumblr_l82v0kYJ7E1qdxa23o1_500" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-54eQa2IoIj0/Tw-RUzgBCzI/AAAAAAAAB_U/QgYVoHHPeCk/tumblr_l82v0kYJ7E1qdxa23o1_500_thumb%25255B3%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="600" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Allah is most gracious, most merciful =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-3085015957415321816?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3085015957415321816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=3085015957415321816&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3085015957415321816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3085015957415321816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday-quote.html' title='friday’ quote'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-54eQa2IoIj0/Tw-RUzgBCzI/AAAAAAAAB_U/QgYVoHHPeCk/s72-c/tumblr_l82v0kYJ7E1qdxa23o1_500_thumb%25255B3%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-1827921541944647812</id><published>2012-01-12T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:16:09.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new best friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-SKf-e22NihA/Tw6V2Q3rmuI/AAAAAAAAB-s/sbJHd25EXTo/s1600-h/ootd%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="ootd" border="0" alt="ootd" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9WruV7q0zIs/Tw6V39h6iTI/AAAAAAAAB-0/07C6f_g8p5Y/ootd_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="590" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dusty pink jacket from MNG yang beli masa sales is really really a worth buying jacket! untuk minggu ini saja aku sudah pakai ini jacket for four days straight HAHAHA sometimes i matched it with pants and blouse bodoh-bodoh seja di dalamnya but it still works! fashionable! *hey please dont laugh* sometimes aku pakai kurung lepas tuh pakai also this jacket and i think i look soooo sweet *please dont laugh again*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and the messenger bag was recently purchased sebab my previous TOTE bag putus talinya. aku memang bah kalau mengisi barang dalam beg mesti mau sampai beg minta kepisan. paham kah ni? HAHAHAHA thats why the husband cannot tahan carrying my bag. dia cakap ada batu di dalamnya. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-bTErtF3fQf4/Tw6V5b4Ke1I/AAAAAAAAB-8/DhD00uTowx0/s1600-h/ootd2%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="ootd2" border="0" alt="ootd2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-FHE8_ziLXbw/Tw6V7L2mCfI/AAAAAAAAB_E/xRaUBlnC6N8/ootd2_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;cannot believe that i actually have sang a folk-song yang funny sampai the husband laugh barulah dia bagi permission pergi beli beg baru. gila kan dia? T______T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;kalau kamu tau mana lagi ada banyak jual jacket macam gini bah kestau yaa. mau kumpul jacket banyak banyak sebab inilah fashion penyelamat di saat malas iron baju. erk. rahsia sudah terbongkar. dismiss!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;bai.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*minta kepisan = minta kasihan, minta ampun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-1827921541944647812?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1827921541944647812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=1827921541944647812&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/1827921541944647812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/1827921541944647812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-best-friend.html' title='new best friend!'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9WruV7q0zIs/Tw6V39h6iTI/AAAAAAAAB-0/07C6f_g8p5Y/s72-c/ootd_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-8294682503447397424</id><published>2012-01-11T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:13:59.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the belated entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disclaimer: a lot of photos ahead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;this is a belated entry about my birthday. aku macam sudah mahu lupakan saja terus entry ini. tapiii aku ada niat di sebalik entry (?) which is to share some useful informations. manalah tahu dapat membantu siapa siapa di luar sana.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so during my birthday on the 11th of Dec last year. ceh macam jauh bunyi dia kan HAHAHA. husband and i took a short vacation at MING GARDEN. cuma stay overnight there. sort of enjoying big KING BED, SWIMMING POOL and BUFFET BREAKFAST kinda vacation and during night (10th Dec until midnight 11th Dec) we did a karaoke session with the girls + cutting cake ceremony. that is basically how i celebrate my birthday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;without further typing, aku sajikan gambar gambar lah sahaja yaa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karaoke session + cutting cake ceremony with the girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-LIbssTqNzjg/TwwzsLugsDI/AAAAAAAAB70/HniW6yvmMfY/s1600-h/tbe4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="tbe" border="0" alt="tbe" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-vrxuuyrfNMc/Twwz30gbYCI/AAAAAAAAB78/-Zbpz6m3dWU/tbe_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the tipikal birthday pose. my husband is showing ‘terbaek’ punya sign macam boboiboy. yes he’s a fan T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="tbe1" border="0" alt="tbe1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7dZi5x-3esw/Tww0PqT1AMI/AAAAAAAAB8E/K5psimn4AzE/tbe1_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;ahh my faveret pose; the spontan pose. we do wish in killing our own husbands at times kan? no? HAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="tbe2" border="0" alt="tbe2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-kE0bCWaK5sk/Tww5_7UGTsI/AAAAAAAAB8M/A7u9Ptek-Uo/tbe2_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;i do hope that when we are old and grey we still have this kinda pose together&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-_NdWtSzDLKc/Tww6JGbp0xI/AAAAAAAAB8U/rKjHCqgAm7I/s1600-h/tbe34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="tbe3" border="0" alt="tbe3" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HivXXGhfN9M/Tww6TqX_RSI/AAAAAAAAB8c/F0VScyh1Z3w/tbe3_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sesudah penat, semua pun pulang ke pangkal jalan. what a pose T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;husband and wife short vacation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-3IzHbqY6OHY/Tww6kRtKv1I/AAAAAAAAB8k/kdvzDIS7hUo/s1600-h/tbe4%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="tbe4" border="0" alt="tbe4" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-FS0e5Otc0Js/Tww61WOMnwI/AAAAAAAAB8s/tMpcER-tNcI/tbe4_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; superior room rate at RM700++ most nearly makes me fainted in front of the reception desk. terima kasihlah kerana sekarang ialah promo season, dapatlah kami laki bini merasa tinggal di bilik ini dengan harga promo RM210 (govn rate). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-5_9mqC4rfVI/Tww7HoGs7TI/AAAAAAAAB80/Yf7upfp7YTM/s1600-h/tbe5%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="tbe5" border="0" alt="tbe5" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/--1ohNrjlRlU/Tww7REh1_XI/AAAAAAAAB88/ngDcpV56znk/tbe5_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tapi bilik ini memang spacious lah. which is jarang jarang hotel around KK sebesar bilik ini. dapat jam tangan baru as birthday present. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-pu2EQuZt0r8/Tww7WU2q9OI/AAAAAAAAB9E/seUfquj51TI/s1600-h/tbe6%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="tbe6" border="0" alt="tbe6" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-_pkmFDZFL9E/Tww7hZOuCZI/AAAAAAAAB9M/xm3DzmgcJ4E/tbe6_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the fourth floor. tingkat ini ada macam macam facilities for guest hotel. swimming pool. mini restaurant. gym and playground (not in the picture) but belum open for business yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-TxkAUwfn9Q4/Tww7qCW5ERI/AAAAAAAAB9U/l8ZzMRRjZ54/s1600-h/tbe9%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="tbe9" border="0" alt="tbe9" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-oH8iwTkAbVU/Tww7xzIr5mI/AAAAAAAAB9c/9n0LPuVpOhc/tbe9_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while husband was swimming, aku makan. hehe. apa yang aku puji dengan hotel ini diorang bagi izin muslims female to wear long pants and tudung kalau mau masuk pool. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="tbe7" border="0" alt="tbe7" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gyX3HOD9yZc/Tw1kYRPoE2I/AAAAAAAAB-U/VYI5gdjGjnk/tbe7_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;ini bukan zedzaidi yaa HAHAHA eh buffet adalah awesome. tapi seperti biasa, aku lah orang yang paling rugi di bawa makan buffet. paling paling cuma makan RM4 punya makanan T_T &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-PUeiut6Cjsk/Tw1kbRj675I/AAAAAAAAB-c/QotfkKTiTwI/s1600-h/tbe87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="tbe8" border="0" alt="tbe8" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-qIQ2QoTL_sI/Tw1ke7ehJFI/AAAAAAAAB-k/_fAETDMO60U/tbe8_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to Anang, ini saja gambar makanan yang aku mampu. aku sebenarnya ada masalah segan ambil gambar makanan di mana mana. lepas itu menyesal T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;OVERALL, i have a blast birthday this year. its been a while untuk kami keluar malam berseronok seperti itu. and my girls are the rock. engkau orang boleh campakkan sahaja mereka ini di mana mana. be it party seperti ini ataupun kenduri kendara sekalipun. they always be in the character. one hundred percent. so thank you my girls for making my night a blast.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;however, i have to say that husband did spend a lot this time (macam every year during my birthday pun macam ini lah *sigh* last year we stayed overnight at NABALU LODGE, KUNDASANG. i was five months pregnant. last last year (2009) he took me for a candle light dinner at CAFE BOLEH, SUTERA HARBOUR RESORT. belum kahwin lagi masa neh) which makes me feel uneasy SEKARANG! hahaha sayang bah itu duit. but he keep on saying “bukan selalu, bukan selalu” tapi kalau balik balik cakap macam gitu bukankah sudah jadi selalu? T____T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i hope that next time around during my birthday we can keep it low. no more throwing lotsa money afta this (promise to self). celebrate kecil kecilan di rumah bersama anak anak.&amp;#160; because i realized that what's the point of celebrating a day that makes you a number old sambil berfikir oh mann sudah berapa banyak waktu telah aku sia kan. eh too serious ah? haruslah sekali sekala. i’m a 26 remember? =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;anyhow, i really really appreciate what husband did and also my girls. now dont drop a comment wishing happy 26th to me cause ive already a 27 by year this year. sekejapnya jadi 26 kan! HAHAHAHA &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-8294682503447397424?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8294682503447397424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=8294682503447397424&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8294682503447397424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8294682503447397424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/belated-entry.html' title='the belated entry'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-vrxuuyrfNMc/Twwz30gbYCI/AAAAAAAAB78/-Zbpz6m3dWU/s72-c/tbe_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-5108681962335126878</id><published>2012-01-11T12:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:33:58.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cheapest vacation ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;daydreaming is my middle name. lebih lebih lagi masa sedang tiada duit, susah hati, penat dan bergaduh suami isteri. erk. kalau menurut &lt;a href="http://duniasicarangkulina.wordpress.com/"&gt;dia&lt;/a&gt;, angan angan ini adalah terapi. dan kalau menurut &lt;a href="http://neena-thoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;dia&lt;/a&gt; pula, angan angan adalah satu kebolehan yang luarbiasa. kalau menurut aku, angan angan adalah suatu percutian yang menggembirakan. selalunya percuma. walaupun sekejap cuma. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;selalunya masa bulan tua (read: tiada duit yang banyak) aku dan suami ada satu aktiviti yang baru saja kami developed baru baru ini.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-GTgV6VGoQi4/Tw0PUni79cI/AAAAAAAAB98/xRHmjp_CX4s/s1600-h/tcve%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="tcve" border="0" alt="tcve" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-mQBlR2HiUpo/Tw0PWH3voqI/AAAAAAAAB-E/pVxaQ70ne6M/tcve_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;spot my husband?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pergi visit our soon to be love nest. dengar dengar completionnya hujung tahun neh. insyaAllah kalau panjang umur. sebab itulah aku cakap tadi aktiviti angan angan ini kadang kadang tidak percuma. duit minyak, duit jajan. hehehe. itu pun kira kan? cheapskate. selain ini, pergi melawat kedai kedai perabot dan barangan elektrik pun macam satu kebiasaan setiap minggu T_T lepas tuh kesinambungan angan angan pun bermula.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;lain lagi angan angan aku yang lebih WILD (lah sangattt) dan kurang realistik is as listed below;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;to have honeymoon trip to all beautiful beaches around the world eg. Mauritius, Bali, Mabul etc.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;have four kids. raised them up dekat overseas for a year or two sebab aku mau study abroad (Australia, NZ nda payah jauh sangat ppffttt). lepas tu husband jadi househusband jaga anak anak. awwww.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;beli another rumah style landed &lt;strike&gt;dekat area ST. PRITCHARD, KINARUT&lt;/strike&gt;. ada halaman. double storey. bilik cukup untuk anak anak. halaman rumah aku mau tukar jadi our own playground dengan swings, slides dan playhouse nya. nanti anak anak kamu boleh datang untuk photoshoot. RM1 per entrance. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;pergi Umrah dengan suami. sebab dia asyik cakap belum terbuka hati untuk menjadi tetamuNya. jadi aku cuma dapat doakan sajalah agar hatinya terbuka cepat-cepat. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;beli satu MPV sebab anak aku ramai.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and the list goes on. happy kan? =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;dapat atau tidak di capai angan angan ni aku selalunya nda ambil kira sangat. sebab aku memang jenis kuat berimaginasi. suami pun ikut begitu. jadi hasil angan angan biasanya adalah sekadar ketawa ketawa kosong sahaja pun. hehe. tapi cukuplah asal dapat buat kami gembira walaupun sekejap. itu yang penting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-5108681962335126878?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5108681962335126878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=5108681962335126878&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5108681962335126878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5108681962335126878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/cheapest-vacation-ever.html' title='the cheapest vacation ever'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-mQBlR2HiUpo/Tw0PWH3voqI/AAAAAAAAB-E/pVxaQ70ne6M/s72-c/tcve_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-6970896909293813721</id><published>2012-01-10T12:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T12:08:09.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the husband’ face</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i was walking down memory lane looking over pictures during my wedding days. cant help to upload this one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-lXi7qeg1pn0/Twu5oXZ_nAI/AAAAAAAAB7M/8rZsYAlgiIU/s1600-h/thf%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="thf" border="0" alt="thf" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-a1TPfU75eOI/Twu5qGpUEKI/AAAAAAAAB7U/VHx8OSRKX3E/thf_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;look at his face. MAIN MAIN KAH APA DIA NEH!?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-6970896909293813721?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6970896909293813721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=6970896909293813721&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/6970896909293813721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/6970896909293813721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/husband-face.html' title='the husband’ face'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-a1TPfU75eOI/Twu5qGpUEKI/AAAAAAAAB7U/VHx8OSRKX3E/s72-c/thf_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-8939395619882190839</id><published>2012-01-09T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T10:45:48.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pasar scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-OkbWeYnmNx0/TwpUxAcafNI/AAAAAAAAB6s/p7BfCm82ZHU/s1600-h/tps6%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="tps6" border="0" alt="tps6" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-AR5q48Wp-48/TwpUy-b2uLI/AAAAAAAAB60/DBJw6yFugIQ/tps6_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="453" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-nTRS16hZ8QM/TwpU0jj37qI/AAAAAAAAB68/N7EkfLAha5s/s1600-h/tps4%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="tps4" border="0" alt="tps4" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-YxvcjBqBrPg/TwpU2oQo3jI/AAAAAAAAB7E/iWcE-tv9UWM/tps4_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;sangat suka pergi PASAR!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-8939395619882190839?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8939395619882190839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=8939395619882190839&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8939395619882190839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8939395619882190839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/pasar-scene.html' title='the pasar scene'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-AR5q48Wp-48/TwpUy-b2uLI/AAAAAAAAB60/DBJw6yFugIQ/s72-c/tps6_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-1838499442440227700</id><published>2012-01-08T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:42:16.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A or B?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;first of all, i would like to wave my friend BEATY for the idea of this entry. Beaty, saya ambil contoh dari your situation. hope you dont mind ya bebeh. hehe. i need to hear your opinion on how to respond to this. i will take all opinions with open heart. cewahhh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;this is beaty’s situation;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;she asked around for an opinion of choosing the colour theme for her wedding. would it be BROWN or PINK BLUSH. sort of beginilah ya Beaty =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so i have two answers in mind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A) i’ll say both are pretty.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;B) i’ll say NO to BROWN and YES to PINK because BROWN is dull and old colour for me, and for someone like Beaty, PINK is more refreshing and bubbly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so, which answer would you like to hear? A or B? i would love to hear an answer like B one. because its an honest opinion. the person that gives that opinion MAYBE have been into a BROWN wedding where she found that BROWN were not an outstanding colour. MAYBE. some people just answer A, because she/he wants to play it safe. more like to jaga hati the person which is also good ahhh. but not helping. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;anyhow, all opinions are honest (and helping) opinions and it doesn't HARM please.&amp;#160; some people pick other’s opinion as an HARMFUL opinion that she/he lose the ‘helping’ part. get me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so again. which answer would you like to hear? A or B?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: beaty, pink blush is a chic and sweet colour where as brown brings maturity. both of your choice very contra to each other. pick the one that suits your personality. why dont pick your blog’s colour theme? =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-1838499442440227700?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1838499442440227700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=1838499442440227700&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/1838499442440227700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/1838499442440227700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/or-b.html' title='A or B?'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-4026982619018097000</id><published>2012-01-06T10:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T10:55:34.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got a little help from..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i did not change any of my skin regime routine. still my old neutrogena facial wash. still my sasatinnie toner and moisturizer. still my gowoonsesang BB cream.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tapi. banyak jerawat sekarang neh yak ampun help me pleaseeee! so i am not hesitate to say that this jerawat is because of lack of sleep (remember aku sibuk merewang last week) and also stress (non stop OS yang such a pain in the a**) sebab aku pun memang jarang dapat break outs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so i got a little help from my friend, HolikaHolika.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-TRLcdjSAHW0/TwZhfvLwV9I/AAAAAAAAB54/yQGTrgp1lvY/s1600-h/sm1%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="sm1" border="0" alt="sm1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Ft_wguL35DI/TwZhhbhZVnI/AAAAAAAAB6A/B4te7oSfBxA/sm1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; the egg soap!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2EUlFNA55Rk/TwZhiyITwQI/AAAAAAAAB6E/NMs9qqB9F9o/s1600-h/sm2%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="sm2" border="0" alt="sm2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HUSIe1iFhYg/TwZhkChvVFI/AAAAAAAAB6M/fF75Y0885Lw/sm2_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the family set consist of all eggs T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku pemalas. aku bukan hardcore betul kalau bab bab begini. aku baca review dayana pasal ini. cukuplah. i’m hooked. sampai HolikaHolika, SA explain pasal egg soap ni ndak sampai pun seminit. cukuplah. i’m hooked. sebetulnya aku aiming for the black egg (charcoal) sebab mau treat aku punya acne-kilat neh (acne-kilat comes from penggunaan banjir-kilat). but the other three colourful eggs, so round and shiny, comes in pastel colour with functions such as exfoliating (all are actually), brightening, tightening pore. nahh who can resist that? and so, selain jadi facial foam, this soap juga boleh jadi bubble massage/mask. caranya gosok dia sampai buih buih nya tebal, pat on your face like mask. few minutes after that you can rinse it with water. cukuplah. i’m hooked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;lain lain barangan yang taperlu explain banyak banyak aku memang mau beli seja neh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-tDDbvyXWWhw/TwZhlV8cruI/AAAAAAAAB6U/ypmM8Ndz0vc/s1600-h/sm3%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="sm3" border="0" alt="sm3" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-U8dTbeT2hUs/TwZhnrDb-3I/AAAAAAAAB6c/vObQqLl6BYY/sm3_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; be a member and get 10% off for all product&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;the hand warmmer moisturizer hand cream priced RM20.90 beli sebab it smells like Rose Water by Crab Tree and Evelyn. sebab aku tamampu mau beli C&amp;amp;E, beli lah yang ini saja. hehe. Petit BB with clearing function for acne problem, RM30.90. aku masih setia with gowoonsesang. ini husband belanja sebab SA cakap its for ACNE clearing (so he insist that i use thiss) dan sebab aku menang teka teki (apa yang ada dalam poket aby sekarang? jawapannya Milo 3 in 1 duhh) so aku dapat BB cream baru. i love my husband. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;the egg soap is RM79.90. aku baru pakai tiga kali. jadi jangan tanya aku dulu bagus kah tidak ini barang. but feel free to search around the net for this best selling egg and soap ya! cannot understand anything since at the back of the product all in korea. bummer!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt; bai.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-4026982619018097000?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4026982619018097000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=4026982619018097000&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4026982619018097000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4026982619018097000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-got-little-help-from.html' title='i got a little help from..'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Ft_wguL35DI/TwZhhbhZVnI/AAAAAAAAB6A/B4te7oSfBxA/s72-c/sm1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-7901418095465525669</id><published>2012-01-06T09:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T09:56:06.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday and pumped up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;May i remind you. instead of saying Thank God Its Friday. lets us say Alhamdulillah its Friday weee wuuuu hahahahaha~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;mind me that i am so pumped up today. yesterday was the fifth again and our darling April Tanisha is nine months old (away)! dan semalam juga aku telah berjaya menelan pill/tablet Folic Acid.&amp;#160; no no i am not pregnant. yet. its just that i am under going the preparation to it. frankly speaking, aku pun tidak begitu pasti lagi when will i be ready for another ride of pregnancy. lets just take a small little step at a time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;the very first small little step that i took was to visit my gynae at RMC on the 28th of Dec (siapa yang memang check up dekat sini mesti kenal siapakah gynae ini). the visit is all about re-confirmation of the whole situation. pregnancy for me is not a walk in the park. i still have this phobia of IF and IF thingy. i really need a clear explanation of what to do if i want to be pregnant again. and also i was initially schedule for a blood test (arranged by my other gynae; a govn specialist from Hospital Likas you knoww) before i plan on getting pregnant again. but after long and deep thinking by Dr. R, he said that the test was not necessary. since i have to spend a lot for that test cause the test will be carry outside of the country. so he said lets not waste our money for he already prepare another plan for me. ahh good doctor. hehehe. in Dr. R point of view, there is no major problems going on with my last pregnancy. luck has slipped from our hands. jadi he gave me green light for a second try and this time try to plan this pregnancy with enough Folic Acid and Calcium before conceiving. we are going to make dragon baby! so he said =.=&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sekarang i’m in my preparation towards that, i took raw honey every morning and night. Folic Acid a tablet daily after meal. and Anlene milk for Calcium dua gelas setiap hari. ceritanya last night selama dua puluh enam tahun hidup di dunia, barulah aku berjaya menelan ubat pill. di bantu dengan sokongan suami of course. eh konfius sudah. sokongan atau ugutan? “kalau umy nda telan ubat neh, umy di larang beli beg”. serius aku takut. HAHAHAHA. sebelum makan tuh punyalah kusut berabis perasaan ini, tangan mana mau pakai pun mau tanya, kedudukan lidah pun mau tahu, minum berapa teguk air pun jadi isu! lepas berjaya telan EH APA NEH?! PUNYALAH SENANG TIADA RASA UBAT MELANGGARI KAWASAN KERONGKONG PUNNNN! eh ruginya telah kecoh selama dua puluh enam tahun T_T. suami pun gembira bukan kepalang siap cium dahi bertalu talu. eh kecoh betul lah dia tuh! priceless gila moment aku menelan ubat semalam. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i will carry on with this routine for at least a month or two before the conceiving part. plan ya plan. and also part of the preparation routine is to KHATAM QURAN. hari itu selepas habis berpantang aku sudah niat untuk khatam Quran untuk si April Tanisha. now i’m about 1/4 to go some more. so when im done with this, we proceed with our ‘MEGA PROJECT’. cehh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;another thing going on my mind is WORK. sebenarnya ini jugalah faktor yang perlu aku titik beratkan untuk kehamilan kali kedua ini. my nature of work bukan duduk di office sepanjang masa. plus for this year aku pegang semua projek sistem and process untuk loji loji all around Sabah. now we are on phase two. and three soon. aku reluctant betul kalau mau pass kerja aku dengan orang lain. sebab kerja kerja ini juga ‘my baby’ yang perlu aku jaga. my responsibilities. the least that i can do to contribute to my state. eceh. nanti dengan completion of this new system, everything in the loji will be automated/half-automated. less mistakes! less problems! but tight supervision of course because we are dealing with machines and machines dont talk. kalau projek ini sudah siap aku pun sudah boleh lega. hehehehe. menyediakan keperluan asas untuk orang ramai bukan mudah okeh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;BUT since work will never finish dan aku bukan bertambah muda. &lt;strike&gt;my husband pun sibuk main dengan anak orang ja. aku panas beb.&lt;/strike&gt; i am hoping/planning/praying for an ‘adik’ this year. berdoalah aku setinggi tinggi bukit kerana Allah amat suka bila kita meminta dariNya. semoga Allah memberi kami peluang kali ini. Amin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;doakanlah kami. sedikit pun nda apa =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-7901418095465525669?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7901418095465525669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=7901418095465525669&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/7901418095465525669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/7901418095465525669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday-and-pumped-up.html' title='friday and pumped up!'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-212669323641608069</id><published>2012-01-04T09:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:17:37.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how i spend my new year’s eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;some of you having BBQ. some of you having blast party with friends. some of you enjoying fireworks from home with the whole family. so what did i do?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i was sleeping. soundly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;a week before i was busy with the preparation of my SIL wedding. jadi apalah lagi. MEREWANG. bezanya kahwin di separa bandar (macam aku) dan kampung ini, semua kuih kuih kering buat sendiri. barulah aku dapat menghargai penat lelah si pembuat kuih kering yang my mom order bertin-tin masa aku kahwin dulu. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and the fact that aku masih di arah outstation masa aku bercuti is very frustrating. and i have to bring work to home. updating work from time to time with fellow colleagues. i whine about this all over the twitter. hehe. but hey, thanks to Kuih Piris dan Kuih Cacap, punyalah enjoy buat kuih neh terus i lose my tension towards work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-dVr3IFf-cjI/TwOnKWJ6WHI/AAAAAAAAB5g/ibr5sGq8pIc/s1600-h/nye%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="nye" border="0" alt="nye" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ihUiHUtFZCM/TwOnMJuhhQI/AAAAAAAAB5o/uUCzmjNn6Gg/nye_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;goreng kuih cacap. itu bukan kaki aku.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="nye1" border="0" alt="nye1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Z7ZZ5yyeJh0/TwOnNnZo5BI/AAAAAAAAB5s/NvDGTCwOVlE/nye1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="388" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;goreng kuih cacap with jeans and mng blouse. bandar kan aku? HAHAHA ini aku baru balik dari jumpa my gynae, Dr. R. nanti aku cerita lanjut pasal perjumpaan ini.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;hasil dari kepenatan mengerjakan kahwin, so i did not have any celebration program untuk malam new year. hanya celebrate dengan party tidur bersama suami. HAHAHAHA. tapi puas hati. penat lelah aku dan suami sepanjang majlis buat aku rasa he is not bad lah dalam mengurus hal hal yang besar begini. nanti anak aku kahwin senanglah hati aku. husband boleh urus semua. kehkehkeh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;itu saja. bai.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-212669323641608069?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/212669323641608069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=212669323641608069&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/212669323641608069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/212669323641608069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-i-spend-my-new-years-eve.html' title='how i spend my new year’s eve'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ihUiHUtFZCM/TwOnMJuhhQI/AAAAAAAAB5o/uUCzmjNn6Gg/s72-c/nye_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-9164406257144532071</id><published>2012-01-02T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:27:08.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what friends are for</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;unlike last year, aku bikin recap untuk tahun 2010. tahun yang penuh kemanisan. semuanya adalah bunga dan rama-rama. flowers and butterflies. its a bit different this year. no matter how hard i tried to recall everything back throughout the year of 2011, it will always comes back to April.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;it has been truly a tough year for me. almost like a year that i wish to never exist. teehee. tapi kalau fikiran aku sependek itu, akal aku secetek itu, maksudnya pengetahuan aku adalah limit ke atas urusan duniawi sematamata. setuju? hehe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i think everybody knows that 2011 has witness the moment that i lost my baby girl. my first born. my beautiful daugter April Tanisha. yang ajaib sekali kerana sangat di cintai ramai walaupun belum pernah bertemu. hehe. ive been through a super tough months circa April to June to August until now. sampai aku pernah rasa aku mahu hilang saja terus. sebab hati aku sangat sakit. perkataan sabar dari orang orang tidak pernah putus. tapi aku sudah bosan dengar. sebab aku rasa sabar itu tipu. hikmah itu jauh. dan aku tidak mampu sabar. hati aku sakit. aku mahu cepat sampai ke jawapan/hikmah di atas segalanya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;itulah dia rasa aku. pertama kali rasa perasaan sebegitu sakit seumur hidup. lebih sakit dari rasa demam, migrain, sakit gigi, senggugut. sakit yang tidak terbendung. tiada ubat. tiada henti. siang malam. sakit yang buat aku rasa takut mengenang mati.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;dulu. im a bubbly person . aku suka buat jokes dengan orang. aku bimbo. aku innocent. kawan kawan aku ramai. kami selalu ketawa dan buat bahan on almost every topic yang trending. after what happened, i started to change a little. aku jadi pendiam. aku sudah jadi seorang yang penyedih. aku tidak mahu mingle macam dulu lagi. aku mahu kurangkan ketawa. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;after all that happened, i want to change. i want to be a better person. that is what i thought i want to do. but i was wrong. its not healthy that way. and so, i did not heal according to time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i have stay that way until i stumbled upon an article in SOLUSI. it says Sabar itu membawa banyak maksud dan pengertian. Apabila seseorang itu di timpa musibah, sekiranya dia bersabar, ia tidak akan mengubah apa apa kebiasaan yang ada padanya. dari situ aku pun bermula semula sedikit demi sedikit. aku pun kembali ke circle kawan kawan yang dulu. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;with the ‘condition’ that i have, i did not expect pun orang to understand me. remember. i am the most unstable things on earth kan. dan bukanlah juga alasan untuk aku minta perhatian lebih dari orang untuk jaga perasaan aku. no no never. cuma aku bersyukur ada kawan kawan yang mengerti ini. no matter what happens, she’ll always comes back to me like i’ll always comes back to her. im a human being. and so does her. i have my emotion goes up and down. i have my reckless action at times especially when im tired. i make mistakes whether i realize it or not. so does her. but we will always comes back to each other. i wont go neglecting her for days and months cause that is just too funny. hehe. maybe i love them enough to accept them the way they are.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;at the end of the day, its only your best friend that understands you to the core that will stay with you. she may not have all of her time for you, but she always have your back when you need her. and most important is, she knows your flaws, she understand it, she bears with it and she did not care.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;the other day aku bagitau Cinoi yang aku pernah tersinggung oleh dia. jadi dia tanya bila dan kenapa? aku cakap aku sudah nda ingat tapi adalah mesti seminggu sekali at least. lepas itu kami ketawa sebab tersinggung entah kenapa lepas tu ketawa ketawa pula bila di tegur. the point is, no matter what happened, i’ll always comes back to her. and so does she. cool kan macam neh? so 2011 does teach me something about friend ship. among lessons yang lain lain of course. that is also why aku request dengan husband to have a birthday party with the presence of my best friends. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ZeL8J8HXJho/TwG-qH0QoEI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/Q_VXDKul6uE/s1600-h/wfaf%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="wfaf" border="0" alt="wfaf" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-0AFLk9cDYkU/TwG-ujlX2pI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/dd9jCpgd4nY/wfaf_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;gambar sekitar birthday party. cehhh. sebentar nanti untuk liputan lanjut. atau tipu. bukan sebentar nanti. minggu depan mungkin HAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;anyhowwww, life must go on. and the bygones will always be bygones. what's important is to gain the lesson and knowledge behind everything that happened. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;everything happened for a reason.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;there is a silver lining in every cloud.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;after rain, rainbow will appears.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;also some of the things that i learned from 2011. with that THANK YOU, 2011. you are such a teacher!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;HELLO, 2012.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps; eh new friends, dont be scared if you find that im a hard to handle kinda girl. cause im not. and who says best friends must be the one that being friends with you since ten-twenty years ago?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-9164406257144532071?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/9164406257144532071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=9164406257144532071&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/9164406257144532071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/9164406257144532071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-friends-are-for.html' title='what friends are for'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-0AFLk9cDYkU/TwG-ujlX2pI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/dd9jCpgd4nY/s72-c/wfaf_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-6305462583452184837</id><published>2011-12-23T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T12:37:21.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>found guilty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tadi pagi semasa waktu beramah mesra dengan orang orang office, isu yang kami bincangkan adalah&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Miiiiii, banyaknya saman kereta kauuu”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;eh? macammana dorang tau neh. sedangkan laki aku sendiri pun nda tau. selama ini aku memang berahsia sama dia yang bahawa aku ini mungkin sudah di saman 7 – 8 kali kerana parking. aku suka mewujudkan parking space sendiri! aku memang punya kesabaran terhadap mencari parking yang sangat nipis. dan aku selalu lepaskan perasaan ini di dalam twitter &amp;lt;--- eceh sindrom orang kebaruan ada twitter. di mana-mana dia mesti mau bagitau dia ada twitter. uhuk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;balik cerita. macamana dorang boleh tau tadi tu. orang office aku neh pegi main main laman web myeg tuh. jadi pegi masukkan nombor ic semua orang di office. lepas tuh di temuilah pulak pemenangnya siapa. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-0wG4mPWE-cE/TvQFeqR0ukI/AAAAAAAAB5A/jEF4Sz1J6hk/s1600-h/fg%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="fg" border="0" alt="fg" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-8Ge_MMHeo_Y/TvQFf4ctMfI/AAAAAAAAB5I/u-rOeB9sN3w/fg_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;inilah akibat asal kena saman pegi tapuk itu surat saman jangan bagi laki nampak. aku juga pernah buang terus kertas saman tuh sebab aku sakit hati aku kena saman padahal bukan salah aku KK nda cukup parking space. ya Allah saikonya akuu T____T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;eh tapik 2010 prestasi aku di jalan raya cemerlang lah. langsung tiada saman. weewitt.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;jadi pergi kira total up saman yang perlu kita bayar. RM 510. ok lah tuh (sambil menangis di dalam hati). sebab aku selalu kira kira sendiri (sedar diri juga neh), aku ada 7 ke 8 saman, setiapnya RM300 (aku reka reka harga), so semuanya is RM2000 plus plus kan. jadi aku masih boleh bersyukur lah sebab kiraan sendiri itu nda betul.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;bila bulan pengampunan nya ni ahh?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;barulah kau sebok &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;T_____T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-6305462583452184837?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6305462583452184837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=6305462583452184837&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/6305462583452184837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/6305462583452184837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/12/found-guilty.html' title='found guilty!'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-8Ge_MMHeo_Y/TvQFf4ctMfI/AAAAAAAAB5I/u-rOeB9sN3w/s72-c/fg_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-7752237368816935081</id><published>2011-12-20T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T21:40:04.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what have i learned lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;fuhhhh fuhhhh fuhhhh semua habuk yang ada. hellooo. i have so many things to tell since my last update. for those yang tahu, sepanjang ketiadaan ku di sini, aku telah di beri peluang untuk MENAMBAH USIA. witness one of my old friend getting hitched. having a blast girls night out (and also day). went to Outstations (again). and letting husband went to Malacca for a week now until friday attending a course (do i have a choice? HAHAHAHA). five of the most significant things that happened around me lately.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;on the 11th of December this year i turned 26. i don't think that it is necessary for me to blog about it in here. no? maybe in the next entry. since all of the celebration’ pictures still in the cam. cam is in Malacca now. so yes. i have no mood to write about it without the pictures.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;secondly about the friend of mine that has been hitched. also no pictures to share. so passed. the nite out (and the day out), also passed. Outstations story? gotta be kidding. i would really appreciate myself for less talking about work in here. HEHE. and lastly about the husband which been to Malacca for a week leaving the wife alone ahhh i should stop being such a naggy-clingy (is these words even exist? HAHAHA) wife though. so nope. i will not comment anything about that. or things will get pretty ugly. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;other than that, let me see hermmmm ahha sudah masuk seminggu rumah khidmat under renovation. i dont understand my mom’s vision. dia ubah bahagian depan rumah dan pindahkan entrance masuk tu ke sebelah. now we have an extra space at the front porch. also some repair-ment on the ceiling needs to be done. this house is becoming old, rangka siling needs to be changed. so now we have three tukang. seorang yang a bit old, seorang yang muda dewasa dan seorang budak lebih muda dari our Meo the skaterboy. the muda-dewasa one was most likely be see as the group leader.semua benda mesti melalui dia dahulu. cut the story short, so pada suatu petang, mom asked us to send them home (to the bus stand). so on the way to the bus stand, inside our kenari, husband did a little chit chat with them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tukang 1: boleh tahan lah dalam kenari ni kan. luas. besar. berapa bayarannya sebulan ini begini?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Husband: iya. boleh tahanlah luasnya. RM500 begitu sebulan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tukang 1: wahh boleh tahan juga ah bayaran nya tu. tapi luas bah ini. mana tau kan. ada rezeki nanti. insyaAllah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku: T___________________________T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;now let me tell you why the tears?&amp;#160; aku rasa sudah lebih sepuluh kali aku minta tukar kereta dengan husband. motif? i never satisfied with the kenari. sekejap aku mau Lagi Best, after that tukar, Hyundai i10, Suzuki Swift, Alza, Exora, Suzuki Alto dan paling ndak sedar diri is Nissan Grand Livina. ndak sedar dirilah sebab with my salary and my commitments that i have now, Grand Livina is really not happening in the near future. so yes. i don't feel grateful enough for the kenari. but someone seems to long it. you should see his face when he talks about the car. it was with a big smiles. what does makes me feel? stupid.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;the young tukang always makes excuses to the toilet along the day. but before he reach the toilet, he will make a pit stop in front of the TV. there was a time or two that&amp;#160; i saw him laughing so hard over the TV programme. one of it was Opera Van Java. do you know what does makes me feel? ungrateful.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;they lived a hard life. looked at their clothes. what they did for a living. when my mom was here, she cooks for them and they went complimenting how good was her ccoking. and even menambah! comparing myself to them, the kind of life that i have, i feel ashamed. mom told me that the leader has seven kids at home. so mom gave him a box of Ady’s old toys. can you imagine how happy the kids will be? T_________T &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;now i have heavy rocks in my throat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i know i am such a sensitive human being. but thanks to that, i saw things like this. aku jadi kepikiran malam malam mengenang nasib budak budak tu. dengan tiada berdokumen. macamana mau sekolah. jadi pandai. dapat kerja bagus rather than mewarisi pekerjaan bapanya. ubah nasib mereka sekeluarga. who will give them the chance? walaupun they all are PATI, they are also like us. mau hidup seperti biasa, macam orang lain, macam kita. so thank you, Tukang. for you i have understand some new things and also to be grateful with my kenari.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;we aren't supposed to be living with the thoughts that this world only revolves around us. take a look around. it is okay to&amp;#160; be a little bit sensitive towards other people rather than just you, you and you. lets become a grateful (and happy) person with what we have.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;this is an auto-self-reminder entry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-7752237368816935081?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7752237368816935081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=7752237368816935081&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/7752237368816935081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/7752237368816935081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-i-have-learned-lately.html' title='what have i learned lately'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-3080254471545486850</id><published>2011-12-08T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T15:00:48.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 4: not so much of a rule breaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i remember my early days when i begin to get more concern and aware about fashion (to be pronounce as fa-shi-on like the Italian accent) was when i started to earn money by myself (working) some time in 2008. i make it clear on myself that i will not wear any long skirt/maxi skirt because of my height. yeah i’m short &lt;strike&gt;and shapeless&lt;/strike&gt;. plus, i’m young and long skirts is just too matured for me. but that was a four years ago story.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;this is this year story..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-OppGPA5HiRs/TuBgkRzDz0I/AAAAAAAAB4w/5K7OULjLPys/s1600-h/hfw4%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="hfw4" border="0" alt="hfw4" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-JZZBHGTDPlk/TuBgmSfFn0I/AAAAAAAAB44/_jdJb6QqH-Y/hfw4_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;Black bawal – from segama, yang sebenarnya adalah tudung sekolah&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;Polka dot blouse – Bingo&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;Black long skirt – no brand&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;Red wedges – Sembonia&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dusty pink tote – CR&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku pernah jumpa perempuan lagi pendek dari aku pakai long skirts macam neh. ehh cantik pula pun. HIKHIK. jadi aku pun break my rule and pakai. oh satu lagi, pada hari yang sama juga, i did not wear any make up after Zohor dan pergi jalan jalan lunch with husband dengan confidentnya. ini juga breaking my rule. sebab aku tapernah leave home without anything on my face (be it foundation or just bedak sikit sikit). ini aku betul bangga. susah mau explain betapa bangganya aku rasa sebab berjaya confident without make up. now pat myself at the back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;oklah. ini saja yang aku mampu untuk tema kali ini. aku juga telah rule-break sebab sepatutnya tema hari ini adalah ‘on-the-go’. oleh kerana on-the-go aku sangat makcik makcik, jadi aku pegi sendiri cancel lah segmen itu. HAHAHA. sudahnya lepas neh orang tamau bawa aku main lagi sebab suka sangat main culas. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh ya. red rose brooch itu cuma RM2.50 di Tamma.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-3080254471545486850?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3080254471545486850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=3080254471545486850&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3080254471545486850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3080254471545486850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-4-not-so-much-of-rule-breaker.html' title='day 4: not so much of a rule breaker'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-JZZBHGTDPlk/TuBgmSfFn0I/AAAAAAAAB44/_jdJb6QqH-Y/s72-c/hfw4_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-5319202589529877654</id><published>2011-12-06T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T14:53:10.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my skin story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last night,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“eh umyyy, kenapa muka mu banyak jerawat kecik kecik neh?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ermmm iyaaa biarlah dia. nanti pakai mekap ndak juga nampak tuh”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“eh tapi pasal mekap la bah juga neh muka mu berjerawat”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“pencuci muka umy yang mahal tu sudah habis bah. pencuci muka murah ba neh yang bikin jerawat”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ohh..”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This morning,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“eh umy, aby belanja lah kau beli pencuci muka mu yang mahal tuh”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“eh? ndak payah lah. malas umy beli”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“atau kau mau pegi facial?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“eh? lagi lah malas”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i know i know it doesn't do justice to my skin. with the working condition that i have to face (sometimes dalam esbok/office, sometimes panas panas di loji) maybe i should make a visit to the facial once in a while. tapi to my very own surprise, I AM LAZY! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i was blogwalking here and there just now sampailah i bumped into several entries yang review pasal beauty products. one of it is &lt;a href="http://dyanaredz.blogspot.com/2011/12/gunaqz-ko-cuba-laini.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. ini perempuan ah suka review pasal beauty tips. from what she used, to what she takes for beauty. aku memang kagum dengan kesungguhan dia lah. and yes. an effort like that will surely results a fruitful outcome.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;bukan macam aku lah ya. before kahwin YES. itupun sikit sikit lah pula seja skin regime aku kalau mau banding dengan Dayana. tapi atleast ada. my daily routines. my facial visits itu pun ada. but now. minta ampun lah. HAHAHA. ini pun baru barulah aku mau rajin sedikit routine toner hari hari. adui. maka aku tidak hairan kalau masuk 30s muka aku yang deluan kedut dari kawan kawan aku yang lain. banyak fikiran lagi. ecehh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i want a good and soft and glowing and and and segala macam and lagi lah skin, but i think i am satisfied enough with my skin now. it has flaws everywhere. but it is enough for me. mungkin pasal itulah aku jadi LAZY when it comes with taking care of my skin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;plus, i dont have the “kesanggupan” to spend a lot for my skin. i have the eh-bagus-lagi-aku-beli syndrome. it means, my skin is not my top priority. scary kan. that is why i have to remind my husband everyday that what he sees (me yang berkulit wrinkle kah jerawat kecikkecik kah kusam kah apa kah), is not what he gets. this (sambil menunjuk ke arah kulit muka) is only on the outside, like casing or handphone cover set. what matters is in the inside. ecehh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC05714" border="0" alt="DSC05714" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-s9cNuT1P998/Tt27nOeEYmI/AAAAAAAAB4o/E8AtokfORhg/DSC05714_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="356" height="531" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so my conclusion would be; good heart, good words, good friends will results to a happy heart, happy vibes and surroundings, even though it is still not helping with having a good skin but who cares anyway. HEHEHEHE.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;eh. i still want the offer ah by the way. you don't give me offer during my kelamkabut hour. that is my cannot-think-straight-time. sekarang neh barulah kau tanya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;KEHKEHKEH. babai.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: sebenarnya aku memang si pemalas yang pandai putarbalik keadaan. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-5319202589529877654?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5319202589529877654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=5319202589529877654&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5319202589529877654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5319202589529877654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-skin-story.html' title='my skin story'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-s9cNuT1P998/Tt27nOeEYmI/AAAAAAAAB4o/E8AtokfORhg/s72-c/DSC05714_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-8148703785441782860</id><published>2011-12-06T09:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T09:15:00.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day three: jeans+legging = jeggings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;hatch-ef-doubleyou assignment day three. bagus juga bah ada assignment macam neh. kinda distracting my mind into the place that she loves =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vacation and Destination: where would you go if you could go anywhere in the world? what outfit would you wear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;if only i could travel anywhere around the world, it will be the place that can took off my mind from what i have to face daily like problems, work, home or even the new jalan susur to my office yang gravel and muddy! i can picture myself in a floral printed long dress, flip flop, a big straw hat and shades!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;but that needs to be put into a different entry. a looonnggg one. reality checked. I'll be wearing something comfortable (again! fashion is all about being comfortable with what you wear rite?) for sight seeing. &lt;strike&gt;aku selalu imagine kalau pegi tempat orang, manalah tahu di kejar penjahat (apa neh?!!) jadi aku mesti pakai something yang senang di bawa berlari.&lt;/strike&gt; sorry i have to scratch that sentence. too much of an imagination. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so this is what i wore during our May 2011 Holiday to KL&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-0_lzMaYoJC8/Tt1rFxEGr-I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/ObQrdgOnb1A/s1600-h/hfw3%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="hfw3" border="0" alt="hfw3" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-mV0GUU74GlU/Tt1rHg5JM7I/AAAAAAAAB4g/Rrqn79ujMOM/hfw3_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;Shawl and Inner – Faeza Boutique (KK people, this boutique is at Karamunsing)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;White long blouse – dont know the brand is but its from B.O.S&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Blue Jeggings – P&amp;amp;Co&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Pink shoes – Vincci&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Shades - Fossil &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;yeap. its gonna have to be jeans again. i am very loyal to jeans. i could wear them 365 days a year. shoes and shades is a must too. what is a holiday without it? and YEAY to husband sebab he took soo many pictures of me during the holiday. jadi tidaklah perlu aku mau main dress up pula di rumah for the sake of buat this entry. belum sampai seru kerajinan yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;oklahbai.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-8148703785441782860?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8148703785441782860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=8148703785441782860&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8148703785441782860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8148703785441782860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-three-jeanslegging-jeggings.html' title='day three: jeans+legging = jeggings'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-mV0GUU74GlU/Tt1rHg5JM7I/AAAAAAAAB4g/Rrqn79ujMOM/s72-c/hfw3_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-5693388768411299087</id><published>2011-12-05T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T15:19:40.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day two: malls and movies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;hatch-ef-doubleyou assignment day two. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hobby/recreation; what do you do when you have free time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;cheezzz this is a tough one HAHAHA although i am quite aware that malls is a dangerous and destructive place. unfortunately, i cannot resist for not going even for a weekend. with or without money, it is still a must visit place over the weekend. besides measuring malls (mengukur shopping complex T_T), me and husband always steal some time to catch up movies. be it just the two of us or bringing along the entourage. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so for malls and movies time, I'll always pick the most comfortable outfit to wear on. JEANS!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-kphPnVPDxsg/Ttxvb8uXStI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/aLjRWnD4GS4/s1600-h/hfw2%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="hfw2" border="0" alt="hfw2" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-04_naqj71QM/TtxvcrzrFLI/AAAAAAAAB4U/xm-5nTqSzys/hfw2_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="276" height="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Shawl and Inner – Faeza boutique&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bat wing blouse – Bingo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Faded blue jeans (miriam) – mng&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;mustard yellow flops – vincci&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;sling bag – sembonia*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;*birthday present 2009 from kak Mimi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;another one. but mind you, a husband is not an accessories. sometimes. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-O2cQDwHy8MU/TtxvdbNYHxI/AAAAAAAAB3w/-dPX8o-RCAc/s1600-h/hfw2.1%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="hfw2.1" border="0" alt="hfw2.1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Roht5eOe4Gk/TtxveAzv0gI/AAAAAAAAB34/vx4muqsGRVw/hfw2.1_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="347" height="505" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i still wear the express tudung especially when laziness strikes. and the one above was my very first Ariani. beli masa sales lah kalau tidak sales memang kempunan. this pic was taken last year. few days after knowing that i am pregnant. i just love love love my look. it was glowing. cehh. atau aku seja yang perasan? HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-m7uXv9WyMA8/TtxvflDOa7I/AAAAAAAAB4A/EiU03lbzn0I/s1600-h/hfw2.2%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="hfw2.2" border="0" alt="hfw2.2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-UgcG-ddWuRs/Ttxvg0sh5JI/AAAAAAAAB4I/fYfIZjqSr7I/hfw2.2_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; GSC, Suria Sabah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;seeee glowing kan? =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-5693388768411299087?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5693388768411299087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=5693388768411299087&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5693388768411299087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5693388768411299087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-two-malls-and-movies.html' title='day two: malls and movies!'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-04_naqj71QM/TtxvcrzrFLI/AAAAAAAAB4U/xm-5nTqSzys/s72-c/hfw2_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-1140163416125786391</id><published>2011-12-05T11:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T15:38:31.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day one: an officer at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;hatch-ef-doubleyou assignment day one. eh NO. i am not joining the real H F W mind you. i am afar from being a fashionista. ini main main punya seja bikin siuk siuk sendiri sama kawan kawan *waving at Aima*. if you are wondering apakah ini hatch-ef-doubleyou yang si Ona maksudkan sampai perlukah dia mengeja satu satu huruf itu, klik &lt;a href="http://tsukinano.blogspot.com/search/label/HFW"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://tsukinano.blogspot.com/2011/12/mock-hfw-with-my-girlfriends.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. if you are not interested on clicking, tapayah je. layan gambar aku siok siok sendiri ja lah okeh. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaders in Hijab; What leadership roles do you have or want to try? (President, teacher, mother, volunteer leader, CEO etc.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i really really want to try the mother role. but since its not my time yet (though i am a mother with an invisible baby KAHKAHKAH). so i just focus with what i have in the mean time lah okeh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-eEMR7-0slGo/TtxLIc1GYZI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/qF0JXLCmlTA/s1600-h/hfw0%25255B11%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="hfw0" border="0" alt="hfw0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-DDH8Ql6DFgM/TtxLJh_JsJI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/wFD6-HKuM_M/hfw0_thumb%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="326" height="483" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;em&gt;stylo kan macam neh ah ah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so i choose an officer at work. maigaddd boringnya tajuk pemilihan leaders aku tuh. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-77UGZSxjtDE/Ttw7F0BSu6I/AAAAAAAAB3A/cX8OWwpicWE/s1600-h/HFW1%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="HFW1" border="0" alt="HFW1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-9_0ozqJyN5M/Ttw7HDIK9YI/AAAAAAAAB3I/CSFeSWjgSd0/HFW1_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shawl and Inner – Faeza Boutique&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bow Blouse and Grey Cardi – P&amp;amp;co&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue Pants – mng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not wearing any shoes since we practise no-shoes in the office&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: though i work in the govn sector, i only wear kurung on friday and meetings. lepas tuh consider diri rule breaker or terrorist. HAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: my JD makes its more suitable for me to wear pants to work. laboratory, plants, etc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;psss: eh sorry eh semua orang. the previous post was not intended to be a sad one. some people read it and become sad lepas tuh laju laju tuit aku HEHEHE sekarang aku redeem post happy happy lah yaa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pssss: fashionista ndak pakai tudung yang sama balik balik okehh. ppfffttt.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-1140163416125786391?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1140163416125786391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=1140163416125786391&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/1140163416125786391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/1140163416125786391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-one-officer-at-work.html' title='day one: an officer at work'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-DDH8Ql6DFgM/TtxLJh_JsJI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/wFD6-HKuM_M/s72-c/hfw0_thumb%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-4321885965289163738</id><published>2011-12-04T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T21:17:22.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a year and a half, 8 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;this is just a random posting for our first year and a half month being husband and wife. who counts that actually besides me? HAHAHA its just that, tomorrow (ahh i always have trouble spelling this word out) was April Tanisha’s 8 monthsary. so I was like today is our anniversary and tomorrow is April’s jadi macam heyy so special lah these dates. lets celebrate it. tadaaaaa. ini pun boleh jadi alasan lah ya. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;reminiscing the one year and a half made me realize that time do flies so fast and at the same time WHAT BARU SETAHUN SETENGAH?? kind of feeling. maybe its because i or we have been through quite a lot of things in our first year of marriage. tidaklah banyak cuma mungkin lain sedikit dari cerita alam perkahwinan yang biasa. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;for some sort of appreciation to him, the husband, i would like to share this story with all of you. it was during my confinement days. as you all know my confinement days was not like any other ordinary confinement days for a mother and their new born. mine was without a baby. so for the first month, i was a bit lost in my thoughts and ‘dangerous’ if being left alone. HEHEHE. my mom stay with me for a couple of weeks, preparing meals and keeping up with my ‘medication’ schedule. masa itu aku kurang darah sedikit. so hafta to take Iberet a tablet per day. other than that, i am okay. not sick but weak it is.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;weeks after weeks I've started to feel better and mom have to go back to Lahad Datu (working). i was confident enough with taking care of myself (and my feelings) alone at home for a couple of days before my little brother comes home from Politeknik.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;but dear husband wasn't sure about this. the very first day he tried to go to work and left me alone at home was not successful. on his way to work, he made a detour to the clinic trying to get himself a MC. it was Klinik Dr. Suzain. we both love Dr. Suzain. but since dear husband was not even sick, so when it is his turn to met the doctor, he went telling her the truth about what he felt that time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;okay. now i feel like crying. pulakkkkk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;he told Dr. Suzain that he doesn't wants to go to work. he and his wife had lost a baby recently. his wife was emotionally disturbed and he was worried sick about leaving her alone at this time. he was a mess. his mind was elsewhere. he cant do work at that time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and to his surprise, Dr. Suzain gave him a two days MC. kesian maybe she to my husband kan. actually, it was her the doctor whose confirmed my pregnancy and the very first ultrasound. it was her =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;there is also a time or two when husband have to bring me along to his office. he put me in the library with lots of book and food. just for the sake of making me feel safe and near to him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;that is how bad i am emotionally sick. hehe. the thing with being sick emotionally is you don't have the medication to cure this. and even the doctors cant help you. all that they can say was ‘only time will heal’.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so here i am after eight months away from my ‘worst moment’ of my life. picking up the pieces of my shattered heart. I'm gluing it back a little at time now. I'm taking my time slowly until i managed to get myself back together. and it is all make sense to me now that i don't need any medication to cure me. because time is a great healer, and Allah is the greatest healer. my husband, my family and friends are my supplements.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and so as i wake up this morning knowing that i have been sleeping side by side with this total stranger for a year and a half made me realize that i am in good hands. terima kasih Ya Allah kerana lelaki ini telah bersama aku sampai ke hari ini, dia masih mahu memahami aku, melayan tingkah ku dan bersabar dengan kekurangan ku. semoga Engkau panjangkan jodoh kami berdua di dunia dan akhirat. Amin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-wrngfJOlASc/TttWook1C4I/AAAAAAAAB2w/rHEfVAFJehs/s1600-h/1y6m8m%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="1y6m8m" border="0" alt="1y6m8m" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-YdlSYbw-Ykc/TttWswxRlCI/AAAAAAAAB24/Z508r20m2yU/1y6m8m_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; taken today eh eh ah ah&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i really want to give him the ‘gift’ that can cure both of us. never a replacement. but a gift. a rainbow after our rain. do pray for me please. jadikanlah keinginanku ini melebihi ketakutanku. doakan aku sedikit pun jadi lah =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: pesanan untuk pembaca yang bergelar husbandku. hey you, jangan pernah kau bosan dengan ku seumur hidup mu okay.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3xYXGMRRYk&amp;amp;ob=av2n"&gt;theme song entry ini.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-4321885965289163738?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4321885965289163738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=4321885965289163738&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4321885965289163738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4321885965289163738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-and-half-8-months.html' title='a year and a half, 8 months'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-YdlSYbw-Ykc/TttWswxRlCI/AAAAAAAAB24/Z508r20m2yU/s72-c/1y6m8m_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-4689272105020289282</id><published>2011-12-01T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:06:05.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRB</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hello blog and friends. i am sorry for my lack of time spending in here. replying all comments. i was kinda occupied these few days by the office thingy. attending the water engineers meeting and conference gave me a booster for a head start for next year’s plan. at one time i was carried away with my own imagination planning in the head while i was driving that i did not realize i was speeding at 120km/hr and hafta to make an emergency brake at the traffic light *shivers*. hehe. melebih kan? syukurlah aku masih selamat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;however. I'll be back in here soon. please bear with me because i have many things to rambles about. HAHAHA. plus i have been given some sort of assignment from this &lt;a href="http://tsukinano.blogspot.com/"&gt;mumi&lt;/a&gt; regarding the hatch-ef-doubleyou project. i am so excited about this. walaupun i’m not a fashion forward kind of girl, but i love fashion. so stay tuned kalau mau tengok aku fashion-hantam di sini. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-YfZnE23LMnI/Ttc1ZNHEroI/AAAAAAAAB2g/tvGB2Wi8Qjg/s1600-h/brb%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="brb" border="0" alt="brb" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2mZoI0tC0rM/Ttc1ajraVfI/AAAAAAAAB2o/yUFwGZEA-qI/brb_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;testing. testing. 1 2 3.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-4689272105020289282?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4689272105020289282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=4689272105020289282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4689272105020289282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4689272105020289282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/12/brb.html' title='BRB'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2mZoI0tC0rM/Ttc1ajraVfI/AAAAAAAAB2o/yUFwGZEA-qI/s72-c/brb_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-187664326038987847</id><published>2011-11-28T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:29:02.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the three days sales</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Padini is on 3 days SALES all item at 50% off from 26th to 28th November. ceritanya, a day before iaitu pada malam sebelum sales bermula, aku dan suami sudah ke Padini untuk buat checklist dan marking item item yang di target. setakat pemerhatian pada malam itu, aku sudah target dua wedges peep toe untuk pakai kerja dan satu beg bentuk kotak juga untuk pakai kerja. done.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sejak kebelakangan ini aku ada tendency untuk beli working attire seja. sindrom malas kerja. lalu harus sogok diri sendiri dengan pakaian kerja baru. HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;but i am sorry. masa sales tuh, semua barang baru kena tukar dengan barang lama. alangkah kecewa aku. kasut kasut yang aku aim sudah kena simpan dalam kotak. NOT FOR SALE katanya. eh? beg kotak pun hilang dari radar. eh? kalau lah aku ndak pegi malam sebelum tuh, mesti aku tidak tahu apa yang terjadi, jadi tidaklah aku kecewa kan. HEHE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;maka tukarlah niat untuk kasut dan beg. aku pergi cari baju. masa sales neh paling worth lah beli baju. aku rasa masa ini saja&amp;#160; aku mampu milik baju baju Padini yang mahal mahal tuh. paling untung bah sekali sales dapat 70%. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LZe7Ny2DuIo/TtOoJWBx7wI/AAAAAAAAB14/QuMCnG8LfYQ/s1600-h/3ds%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="3ds" border="0" alt="3ds" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-O1xeSePT9TU/TtOoNQ--PPI/AAAAAAAAB2A/0LsP-ayCr9w/3ds_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tapi aku masih tidak percaya blouse simple warna peach ada bow di atas neh RM79.70 at normal price. &lt;strong&gt;RM79.90!!!&lt;/strong&gt; siapa yang mau beli tuh? T_T aku memang tidak tahan godaan baju baju yang ada ribbon/ bow tie neh. jadi ambik kau sebab sales.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;dua necklace black and light pink colour RM15 each. i cannot decide which one, so bought both. redeem lah aku tiada beli beg kotak. cardi RM79.90 dapat 50% off. aku paling minat cardi cardi dari Padini. tapi mind you aku tamampu kalau bukan beli masa sales.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tiada beli kasut and bag sebagai substitute. tunggulah sales habis baru datang balik.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vVBcrSm8bfE/TtOoRtys_YI/AAAAAAAAB2I/IoUkavJZlew/s1600-h/3ds1%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="3ds1" border="0" alt="3ds1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-g_Lj6X28aE4/TtOoWl3OvAI/AAAAAAAAB2U/PwuowKQaH0E/3ds1_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i still have my birthday voucher. and rebate voucher coming up cause its already end of the year. weehoo. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;happy shopping!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-187664326038987847?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/187664326038987847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=187664326038987847&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/187664326038987847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/187664326038987847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/11/three-days-sales.html' title='the three days sales'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-O1xeSePT9TU/TtOoNQ--PPI/AAAAAAAAB2A/0LsP-ayCr9w/s72-c/3ds_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-4468852449141420423</id><published>2011-11-28T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:53:09.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i have always wanted to share this story with all of you. how a perfect strangers came into my life and give an impact inside the heart of mine =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;how i met an uncle yang duduk bersebelahan dalam kapal terbang masa pulang dari outstation. uncle yang pada aku hanya memulakan perbualan sekadar untuk berbasabasi. seorang kontraktor yang bercerita hanya untuk mencuri peluang memberikan aku business card nya. makes me think that the conversations was for the sake of his business doing at the first place. but our chats went from one thing to another. up to my most ‘favourite’ topic. baby. which i had one, but sort of lost it. after that, he told me about his story. how he and his wife struggle for five years for a baby. and told me that I should never give up or lose hope. must have faith in HIM. only HIM.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;how i met a working partner appointed to be the department’s consultant for plant projects which can completely change 360 degree to be a friend. since he knows what I'm going through, he have become a very open minded friend of mine. he is always with the wise words of encouragement for a second chance. and i cant thank him enough for being such a wonderful human being. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;how i met many new friends here. with this humble blog of mine. and my humble stories of April Tanisha. aku jumpa ramai orang baik baik. ibu ibu yang senasib dengan aku. kami seperti memujuk antara satu sama lain. like i said before, the most unstable thing on earth is me. i am one day up, and the next day down. so i need them most. HEHE. kemudian aku jumpa blogger blogger lain. ada yang pada aku ‘berminat’ untuk tahu cerita di sebalik aku dan April Tanisha. some are asking because they just simply wanted to know. curious it is. some are asking because they care. kemudian tinggalkan aku kata kata semangat secara bertubi tubi. HEHE. terima kasih semua. mungkin aku belum pernah katakan ini di sini (blog). dan kepada yang tidak pernah bertanya juga, aku percaya itu juga kerana kamu care kan? nevermind bebeh. cause which ever you are, i wanna say thank you so much for your concern. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku tidak akan lupa ‘turning point’ ini seumur hidup aku. how one thing changed me a lot. changed the way i see things. and the way that i look at people. ask around. aku lah orang yang paling malas kalau namanya itu berkenalan dengan orang baru. strangers. aku selesa dengan kawan kawan yang aku ada sahaja. but this turning point had changed that. and these strangers that i meet along the way, i shall never forget them. because they leaved marks in my heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anang, you are one of that strangers. Thank You.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-4468852449141420423?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4468852449141420423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=4468852449141420423&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4468852449141420423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4468852449141420423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/11/strangers.html' title='strangers'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-4915128132719015661</id><published>2011-11-24T11:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:42:38.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an old unread email</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pagi neh aku buka email unofficial sebab tunggu quo dari supplier. kadangkadang email government aku problem line, susah mau buka apatah masa masa urgent perlu email something kah apa. and so, dengan supplier ini, aku bagi juga email unofficial untuk mengelakkan sebarang masalah seperti yang di nyatakan di atas. eceh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;lepas itu, sedang sedang aku kemaskini email lama. baru terperasan notification email UNREAD from contacts bertarikh &lt;strong&gt;20 October 2008&lt;/strong&gt; dari boss lama.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;mampos. baru sekarang aku mau bukak?! HAHAHA tapi memang bukan hal kerja lah iya. official email pakai official email lah (?). rupanya hantar gambar open house hari raya office. HEHEHE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;di persilakan layan gambar gambar aku semasa gadis.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LOrmI-ftA0E/Ts27L_AzJMI/AAAAAAAAB1I/2ZU1QiVwZAs/s1600-h/oue%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="oue" border="0" alt="oue" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Hv3MfiW7y7I/Ts27NUwJdFI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/B-jRLDNFFp8/oue_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;daripada semua di atas, cuma dua orang sahaja yang masih stay as of to date&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-UQeNDoHqkmI/Ts27Or2hIkI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/Mi-CMiGrYqg/s1600-h/oue2%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="oue2" border="0" alt="oue2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zh3aJslNFWU/Ts27QKGm6wI/AAAAAAAAB1g/joclGZGdtHs/oue2_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; at filter gallery, makan sambil menghadap loji&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-1LPTKQk3lGA/Ts27RnIQYgI/AAAAAAAAB1o/9aOUYcCv-yc/s1600-h/oue1%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="oue1" border="0" alt="oue1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wEFo8yFG0ZM/Ts27TORblLI/AAAAAAAAB1w/dhsH5fr3X9E/oue1_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;selaku gadis haruslah aku yang potong kek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;barusanlah hari itu aku pakai kurung ke pejabat. sebab jamuan hari raya. dulu masa mula kerja, aku pakai baju kurung, boss suruh staff hantar aku balik tukar baju pakai slack, pakai sport shoes, pegi highway sepanggar, tengok C&amp;amp;D pipeline tepi jalan. aku ndak kan lupa itu, sebab itu baju kurung baru. HEHEHE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh kompeni lama. aku rindu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: sekarang pun aku masih gadis. gadis Hafizal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-4915128132719015661?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4915128132719015661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=4915128132719015661&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4915128132719015661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4915128132719015661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/11/old-unread-email.html' title='an old unread email'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Hv3MfiW7y7I/Ts27NUwJdFI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/B-jRLDNFFp8/s72-c/oue_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-6053783923435724141</id><published>2011-11-23T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T10:57:51.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings: outstations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;boohoo. lama betul belog neh aku tinggalkan tiada berupdate. last week, almost the whole working days aku tiada melakukan sebarang contact dengan PC mahupun laptop. syukur syukur sekarang Ona sudah mula ranggi. Internet mobile. ecehh. itupun cuma untuk membebel pada burung biru. when you are alone, bring twitter with you. then you will not feel alone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;seperti yang aku kecohkan macam orang kebaruan T_T di twitter, i was away for outstations. yang sepatutnya di sambung lagi ke minggu ini. tapi engkau orang tahulah, perkara short notice tidak boleh di amalkan kalau melibatkan penerbangan dan skandal dalaman. ERK. ya ya begitulah ceritanya. heyy pejabat manalah yang tiada skandal dalaman mari bagitahu aku.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so i was like berfikir fikir that i really need to post something in my belog during my outstations. bloggeroid kan ada. tapi dewasa ini (betul betul dewasa ini, sebab sebelum nda berapa dewasa tiada berfikiran seperti ini), aku selalu menitik beratkan apa yang mahu aku tuliskan di sini agar tidak menjadi entry sekadar melepaskan batuk di tangga. ah apa apalah. why so serious kan? HEHEHE dan bila sampai rumah pula, aku redeem segala aktiviti ketidakberadaan ku di rumah dengan melayan suami dan adik adik, mengurus kerja rumah dan baring sepanjang hari. HAHAHA. engkau orang tahu perasaan ini yang mana bila kau sampai rumah kau tiada rasa mahu membelog kerana engkau sudah tidak sanggup melakukan sebarang contact lagi dengan PC ataupun keyboard? redeem time loss sepanjang outstations dengan orang tersayang. cewahh lebih.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;*Lahad Datu office baru called suruh turun site esok*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;serius aku sedih. asal outstation aku akan sedih sepanjang malam. orang bilang alah bisa tegal biasa. ya ya aku biasa juga begini. kadang outstation ke ulu ulu tempat yang tiada talian segala. terputus langsung dari dunia luar. eceh melebih. tapi apakan daya. tugas beginilah. demi sesuap nasi. meluah perasaan lah pula di sini. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku rindu suami. teringat kan dia bila malam aku tiada masakkan dia, temankan dia tengok TV atau cukuplah jadi kawan dia bercerita di passenger seat. tapi professional it is. we both are working for our family. aku pun nda boleh lah perangai mau merengek sikit sikit pasal out station, pasal kerja macam neh. bekerja ni pun aku yang mau kan. kalau sikit sikit manja macam neh, bagus dua dua berhenti kerja, bercinta sajalah di rumah. kan? HEHEHE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;begitulah hidup berumahtangga (aih nda berumahtangga pun bah) penuh dengan komitmen dan tanggungjawab. we have to sacrifice in order to fulfill our commitments to each other. pernah ya aku mengadu penat penat penat until up to the level yang husband rasa aku terlampau penat dan menderita sudah kali terus dia cakap “kalau umy rasa penat betul bekerja, umy berhentilah. biar aby seja lah yang kerja”. NAH! ndak mau pulak aku. sayang pekerjaan. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;jadi aku perlu selalu ingat, bahawa pekerjaan ku ini sebagai seorang TET di Jabatan TET adalah kerja PART TIME semata. harusnya aku tidak menjadikan ini tempat utama seluruh tenaga ku di gunakan. sebab bila balik ke rumah, ke sisi suami, di situlah kerja FULL TIME ku bermula. suamilah majikan kita. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sooo, bila panggilan out station di terima. first thing first, aku akan beritahu husband. kalau dia ada cuti, dia akan ku bawa sekali. heyy mini honeymoon okay. check in hotel. lepas itu boleh claim. siapa mau bagi? HAHAHA. tapi memang sangat jarang jarang berpeluang begini. husband pun busy dengan cases. jadi memang aku sejalah selalu yang lone ranger. bawa staff juga jarang sebab aku pengesian orangnya. female staffs aku semua sudah kahwin dan berkeluarga. oleh kerana aku faham perasaan meninggalkan keluarga untuk outstation itu bagaimana, makanya aku tidak membawa mereka. survivor lah konon aku. HEHE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;kedua, malam malam sebelum keberangkatan aku akan prepare dish dish kegemaran suami. senang-senangkan hati dia dulu. pastu readykan baju kerja dia, baju jogging dia, atau futsal kah untuk sepanjang ketiadaan aku. itu termasuklah sort out pakaian nya untuk setiap hari, iron sedia, atau kalau mau pegi futsal readykan beg futsal dia. pendek kata, buat kerja secara advance. dan akan remindkan dia untuk setiap benda yang hari hari aku buatkan untuk dia. contoh: minum madu setiap pagi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sepanjang outstation pula, aku tidak begitu dapat menghubungi dia berikutan kawasan site yang tiada bertalian dan juga kerana aku selalu sibuk tergesa gesa mau siapkan kerja cepat-cepat, jadi memang jarang jarang dapat call atau text husband. aku selalu make sure pada siang hari itu aku akan berhabisan menggunakan seluruh tenaga ku supaya malam nanti dapat tidur tanpa sebarang masalah. jadinya hanya waktu malam sebelum tidur barulah menghubungi suami, main main twitter, tengok TV dan akhirnya tertidur.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku nda tau lah kenapa mungkin cuma rasa ku sendiri, bila aku yang keluar outstations, aku rasa berat hati seolah olah aku meninggalkan suami/tanggungjawab. drama swasta kan aku? HAHAHA lain ceritanya kalau suami yang keluar outstations, sebab kalau begitu aku boleh paksa suami ku nyanyikan aku &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xMjQX05Y4s"&gt;lagu ini&lt;/a&gt;. aku sedang cuba sedaya upaya untuk mengurangkan aktiviti ber-outstations ini, dan mula bekerja secara bijak. cumanya sekarang aku baru mahu bermula, aku percaya untuk menjadi seorang pekerja yang baik, tidak mengira apa pun pangkatnya, ia harus bermula dari bawah. dari semua kerja yang paling kotor dan susah. kalau mahu jadi BOSS yang baik, engkau perlu jadi orang yang pertama melakukannya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;people always said in order to be a good boss, you have to give a good example, when there is difficulties, you work together with your staff. but i see it differently, when there is difficulties, i will let myself to be the first to do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;petikan kata kata dari seseorang yang aku sangat kagumi. aku selalu tanam cita cita untuk bekerja dengan dia di masa akan datang. insyaAllah. ada jodoh, tidak kemana.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;but on the bright side of outstations, i will have my me-time and so is husband. my me-time merujuk kepada tengok drama melayu jam 7 tanpa tekanan laki melimpas limpas membawa bakul dan pakaian segala. the husband-me-time, dia boleh keluar waktu lunch pegi CP seorang diri dan survey potential birthday present untuk wife dia. HAHAHA. ternyatalah semua benda ada dua sisi kan. sisi yang baik, dan sisi yang buruk. terpulang kita untuk mefokuskan pandangan kita pada sisi yang mana.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and of course, bila berjumpa balik dari outstations, mulalah bercerita nda habis habis dari malam sampai siang. macamlah sepuluh tahun nda jumpa. HEHEHE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;berabis lah kan aku type panjang panjang. adehh. redeem juga neh lama nda updet belog. last but not least. a picture of me during the outstation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RfywVjiyEUo/Tsxgx7BqaVI/AAAAAAAAB04/J4kuPYw8M6E/s1600-h/ro%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="ro" border="0" alt="ro" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-m0MQVSawYFE/Tsxgy0iYq-I/AAAAAAAAB1A/XYy7alVH1Sg/ro_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;em&gt;to prove that ribbons and plant is compatible with each other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;prinsip kerja aku. i may look small and fragile and cute and adorable with the ribbon blouse close to be not suitable enough to do ‘the job’. but eventually you will realize that looks can be deceiving.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: PJJ must be truly hard. sebab ini baru sedikit kan? =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: entry ramblings lagi. maaflah semua orang. aku belum beli handbag baru.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-6053783923435724141?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6053783923435724141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=6053783923435724141&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/6053783923435724141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/6053783923435724141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/11/assalamualaikum.html' title='ramblings: outstations'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-m0MQVSawYFE/Tsxgy0iYq-I/AAAAAAAAB1A/XYy7alVH1Sg/s72-c/ro_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-8724461105154662156</id><published>2011-11-10T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:55:54.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings: of husband, soffiya and anything in between</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disclaimer: this post will be a very good example on how one thing can lead to another.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;masa aku sedang masak di dapur tadi aku terasa mahu memblog resipi ikan bakar yang aku masak untuk makan malam. aku kan memang suka kongsi kongsi resepi aku yang tidak seberapa neh. resipi pun ala senduk senduk fifi. HAHAHA. jenis masakan simple, home cook for newly wife like me. ngehehe. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;oleh kerana aku tiada gambar yang proper. aku harap kamu ada daya imaginasi yang tinggi. kerana aku perlu kamu membayangkan apa yang cuba aku sampaikan. kita cuma akan perlukan ikan yang sudah siap di siang. di lumurkan ikan itu dengan SAMBAL UDANG dalam tin. garam, ajinomoto sedikit (tiada pun boleh), bawang besar, lada besar, lada kecil (untuk prop). peram 15 minit. bungkus dalam aluminium foil atau daun pisang (oh klasik). bakar atas frying pan for 30 minutes max. dan siap! hidangan cipta rasa ala ala mastercep akuu. ngehehe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sebelum itu, pergilah pasar dulu dan cari ikan yang segar dan sedang besar. kalau ikan kecil, kurang kick dek. dan ikan yang tidak segar, rasa ikan kurang mewah. untung tadi petang masa aku dan husband pegi pasar, kami menemui ikan putih. atau ayat yang lebih tepat, kami baru mengenali ikan putih T_T. harga sekilo ikan putih adalah RM15. itupun dengan saiz yang sedia ada, sekilo dapat dua ekor T_T. tapi mau makan sedap punya pasal, kami pun tutup mata beli ja lah. aku kan mau masak sedap, bagi laki makan, jadi pasal makan ndak boleh lah berkira betul ah. lepas tu nampak udang laut saiz sederhana, sekilo RM15. pun ambik juga. sudah lama nda makan udang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;dulu dulu aku nda berani neh beli ikan jenis mahal mahal. sebab aku baru mahu belajar masak. dan aku ada potensi merosakkan lauk semasa masak. so i end up beli ikan murah such as ikan basung, ikan kerisi, ikan uji rashid. untung untung dapat RM5 sekilo. lama lama aku sudah konfiden dalam memasak, jadi aku pun up grade lah bahan memasak yang aku guna. dari pakai ikan murah, sekarang pakai ikan mahal. aku panggil ini revolusi ikan dari kaca mata aku. HAHAHAHA. makin selalu aku pegi pasar, makin banyak ilmu berpasar yang aku belajar tau.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tapi satu kali masuk pasar kena ready RM50. we want to buy good food. fresh food. just so you know that it is not cheap. belanja barang dapur sebulan sekali is around RM200. belanja dapur (bahan basah) sekali atau dua kali seminggu around RM50. untuk sebulan, you do the math. belum lagi belanja tiba tiba mahu makan begitu dan begini. untuk puaskan perut sendiri seja sudah guna belanja yang banyak dan ini baru makan bagi keluarga kecil (kami laki bini dan adik aku dua orang). bukanlah satu fakta yang aku tahu kalau bukan aku berkahwin sekarang. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku ingat dulu masa baru beberapa bulan berkahwin, aku pun baru mengandung. ceritanya aku dan suami sudah habis duit. cuma ada lima puluh ringgit yang terakhir. dua tiga hari lagi hari gaji lalu kami sangka kami akan selamat. tibatiba husband aku sakit, jadi duit terakhir itu di guna untuk bayar klinik. malam itu pula aku mahu masak buka tin sardin yang terakhir di dapur (memang stok makanan tin untuk bulan tua). tau tau aku salah tengok, tiada pun tin sardin dalam almari dapur. duit tinggal beberapa ringgit seja lagi, aku suruh husband pegi beli sardin. aku betul betul mau makan sardin malam tu. sekali dia beli sardin jenama entah entah. padahal aku imagine sardine cap ayam. mungkin duit nda cukup untuk beli brand cap ayam. aku nda tanya husband aku, aku just masak sardine jenama entah entah tu sambil nangis. sadis okeh waktu itu. dari situ aku dan husband nekad mau simpan duit untuk kecemasan di rumah. setiap bulan, husband aku akan tabung duit dan tapuk dalam bilik. walapun aku tahu di mana duit tu di tapuk, tapi aku tegah diri sendiri untuk menghampiri kawasan duit itu. cuma husband aku seja yang authorized di situ. aku neh tidak money resistant. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;selain dari duit kecemasan yang di tapuk di rumah tu, kami suami isteri memang tiada buat simpanan. duit gaji bulanan memang cukup cukup selalu. Alhamdulillah. for rainy days, aku dan suami dua dua ada insurance. April pun ada insurance since aku pregnant 7 months lagi (but for what had happen, the insurance has been waived). sebab aku fikirkan kami neh tiada simpanan, so kalau tiba tiba sakit, adalah juga yang dapat menolong. tapi aku faham juga, both of us pun kerja makan gaji. no side income and kami baru mahu bermula membina hidup berdua, banyak hutang untuk kumpul harta dan aset. so we start small and hopefully we can finish strong.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;its been few nights sempena 4 episod terakhir soffiya, aku mengadap depan TV tidak bergerak, tidak memasak, makan Pizza sekali, makan KFC sekali, dua kali laki aku yang masak, jadi hari neh aku memang plan to cook nice dinner for him. ecehhh. and i know exactly how to win his stomach. laki aku suka makan ikan, pedas dan sup sayur yang sedap. nanti dia hirup sup tu dia akan cakap “emmmmm sedapppp”. lepas tu dia rasa ikan bakar tu dia akan cakap “sedap owh umyyy”. kemudian aku akan cakap “kalau umy outstation lamaaaaaaaa, aby rindu kah neh nanti masakan umy?” di mana sebenarnya aku mau cakap kalau aku mati, tapi macam drama sangat lah pulak. HAHAHAHA. laki aku jawab “rindu la bah. bila tu?” T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;well my point is, isteri tidak boleh malas malas masak lah. masakan dari air tangan isteri adalah pengikat suami. aku pernah baca entah dari mana kenapa artis artis selalu cerai sana sini, sebab diorang malas masak, selalu makan luar, sebab tu walau cantik cantik tapi di cerai suami juga. eh. macam pandai pandai lah pulak kan orang tu cakap kan. tapi jangan percaya sangatlah. mungkin seja. mungkin. mama aku pun pernah cakap kalau malas masak, nanti laki cari tukang masak lain. heyyy cannot be. HAHAHAHA. *seram*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and my other point is, how to survive marriage hood economically. masa aku mula kahwin, betul aku culture shock. dan mengeluh sedikit sebab nda biasa. spending kena control because first thing first. lama kelamaan baru lah dapat tangkap rentak dia macamana. now Alhamdulillah. i know the tricks already! but still i have a lot to learn. mau buat saving for old days dan naik haji pulak. insyaAllah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;okaylah. i think i better stop now. my ramblings can go on forever. sila buang yang keruh dan ambil yang jernih ahh. bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: eh kalau kejadian kempunan sardin cap ayam tu tidak terjadi, mungkin sampai sekarang kami ndak pandai menabung.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: aku tamahu follow tentang dhia, nanti laki aku kena masak hari hari. haha. nanti empat episod akhir dia, barulah aku follow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-8724461105154662156?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8724461105154662156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=8724461105154662156&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8724461105154662156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8724461105154662156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/11/ramblings-of-husband-soffiya-and.html' title='ramblings: of husband, soffiya and anything in between'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-5998879655748240258</id><published>2011-11-10T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T13:47:05.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oversized bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;what can you do with an oversized bag?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-VUo6M2FcS2s/TrtlFXoyILI/AAAAAAAABzs/1YtRXurNm9M/s1600-h/IMAG0528%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0528" border="0" alt="IMAG0528" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-mYt56z9oCYs/TrtlGrNNXnI/AAAAAAAABz0/hUhEPuH1hwY/IMAG0528_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Znm7TBh4LTw/TrtlIMUJBgI/AAAAAAAABz8/TUwhBpMatG0/s1600-h/IMAG0526%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0526" border="0" alt="IMAG0526" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KH8y66gJXiw/TrtlJfoJhPI/AAAAAAAAB0E/CyScHTRaC3g/IMAG0526_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;fit everything that you need inside. eh why bother much? put anything that you think you might need inside. you can also put your husband inside. ah ah ah. just kidding. if i put him inside the bag, who will carry the bag then? ah ah ah just kidding again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;thank to sheila for making me this bag, the way that i think i can imagine. hehe. i love the fabric. i love the small pockets inside. i love the flap as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;this bag is purposely custom made for my mengaji session. hehe. i put the Al Quran inside the bag just to show sheila that it fits well. i know for myself that mengaji is a least favourite thing to do in a day. bukanlah tidak minat. tapi masa tidak mengizinkan. tapi kalau betul minat, masa tidak akan jadi satu masalah kan? ehe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so i ask her to make a bag for mengaji so that aku pun jadi rajin mengaji. aih. like that also can ah? of course-lah can. HAHAHA. sama juga macam solat, beli telekung baru, supaya semangat solat. beli baju kerja baru, supaya semangat pergi kerja. same same.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;besides that, inside the bag juga ada macam macam makanan. dahfa fish saja yang terkeluar. dulu ada nini cokelat celup. tapi sudah aku makan masa long journey to outstations. kalau boleh nasi tapau nasi lemak pun aku mau sumbat ke dalamnya. ah ah ah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;okeh. itu sejalah. since my husband wants to take me out. i have to end my entry now. bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tipu. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-5998879655748240258?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5998879655748240258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=5998879655748240258&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5998879655748240258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5998879655748240258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/11/oversized-bag.html' title='oversized bag'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-mYt56z9oCYs/TrtlGrNNXnI/AAAAAAAABz0/hUhEPuH1hwY/s72-c/IMAG0528_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-3996982908201682413</id><published>2011-11-10T13:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T13:18:43.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raya and random</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;just to post a few random pictures taken during my raya holiday. all pictures are taken using my phone the incredible S. i can say that the pics were not bad at all. at one time, the phone camera able to do the background defocus thingy. and i was like “ohh coollll”. or is it just my illusion? HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;my very first time of melamban. my MIL taught me how to fold and tight the thing. and i get it right only from the first lesson. I'm a proud daughter in law. auwwww.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-JwoLlRyPM3E/Trtel8kYlrI/AAAAAAAABzM/_kxHfEW-cOs/s1600-h/IMAG0506%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0506" border="0" alt="IMAG0506" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-S6-UtwDIdKo/TrteoesLv4I/AAAAAAAABzU/A7hFhMt7k6M/IMAG0506_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;just in case there’s a future boss was reading this, i would like to say that, i’m not a fast learner but i’m very hardworking. i always used this ‘pick-up’ line during interviews. and it works everytime. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;the morning of Raya, husband and i went to visit April. it was her seventh month that day. we bought her a &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.my/search?tbm=isch&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;source=hp&amp;amp;biw=1280&amp;amp;bih=933&amp;amp;q=cordyline&amp;amp;gbv=2&amp;amp;oq=cordilyn&amp;amp;aq=0sS&amp;amp;aqi=g-sS1&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;gs_sm=e&amp;amp;gs_upl=1393l10207l0l12270l16l16l4l0l0l0l279l2073l1.9.2l12l0"&gt;cordyline&lt;/a&gt;. semoga ia tumbuh cantik hasil di tanam oleh bapak mu. hehehe. *masalahnya aku yang mau tanam, tapi dia ndak akun, he said he use to plant. aiseh bila masa pula neh? HAHAHA*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-1dHxsaF0nS4/TrteptDnYeI/AAAAAAAABzc/WW7PmwZwYxs/s1600-h/IMAG0508%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0508" border="0" alt="IMAG0508" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-7iq-nwGhExQ/TrteqjKPNtI/AAAAAAAABzk/lqv_D5bsB-o/IMAG0508_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="287" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“di haruskan untuk menanam tumbuh tumbuhan di kubur seperti yang di lakukan Nabi s.a.w iaitu meletakkan daun kurma yang masih hijau agar mendoakan si mati”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: dua seja gambar yang aku ada sempena raya. kehkeh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-3996982908201682413?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3996982908201682413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=3996982908201682413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3996982908201682413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3996982908201682413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/11/raya-and-random.html' title='raya and random'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-S6-UtwDIdKo/TrteoesLv4I/AAAAAAAABzU/A7hFhMt7k6M/s72-c/IMAG0506_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-8688496749007028071</id><published>2011-11-09T10:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T10:56:11.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i found from blog walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-JmKYALxz1ag/TrnrjLMAdlI/AAAAAAAABvw/RPIF5uJyePI/s1600-h/386670_10150345005243176_663148175_8310027_747809935_n%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="386670_10150345005243176_663148175_8310027_747809935_n" border="0" alt="386670_10150345005243176_663148175_8310027_747809935_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-mK7BEmtJOUw/TrnrkYHJ0MI/AAAAAAAABv0/PdlkZDmHvU8/386670_10150345005243176_663148175_8310027_747809935_n_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="445" height="658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;could not help it to agree. and could not help it to share it here. credit to &lt;a href="http://cursingmalay.blogspot.com/2011/11/dari-facebook-hari-ini.html"&gt;mantot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;is all wives this complicated?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;and is all husbands this simple?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-8688496749007028071?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8688496749007028071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=8688496749007028071&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8688496749007028071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8688496749007028071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-i-found-from-blog-walking.html' title='what i found from blog walking'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-mK7BEmtJOUw/TrnrkYHJ0MI/AAAAAAAABv0/PdlkZDmHvU8/s72-c/386670_10150345005243176_663148175_8310027_747809935_n_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-8737857285976955576</id><published>2011-11-04T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:03:16.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah it’s friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Daun bin Hind berkata;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku bermimpi seolah-olah hari kiamat telah tiba. Semua manusia dikumpulkan untuk menghadapi hari perhitungan amal. Pada waktu itu aku diperintahkan untuk mendekati perhitungan amalku. Maka aku meletakkan amal kebaikanku pada timbangan yang sebelah dan amal keburukanku di sebelah lain. Maka aku melihat amal keburukanku lebih berat daripada amal kebaikanku. Sungguh pada waktu itu aku kebingungan.     &lt;br /&gt;Dalam keadaan demikian, tiba-tiba diberikan kepadaku sesuatu (kain putih), lalu diletakkan pada timbangan amal kebaikanku, lalu menjadi beratlah timbangan amal kebaikanku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Kepadaku ditanyakan;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tahukah kamu apakah itu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Aku menjawab;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tidak.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Maka diterangkan kepadaku;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bahawa itu adalah anakmu yang gugur pada waktu dikandung oleh ibunya dahulu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Muaz berkata, telah bersabda Rasullullah SAW yang maksudnya;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Demi zat yang diriku di tanganNya, sesungguhnya bayi yang gugur pasti akan menarik ibunya untuk memasuki syurga, jika ibu berharap pahala keranaNya.&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;(HR. Ibn Majah &amp;amp; Darimi)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Dari Ali bin Abi Talib RA sesungguhnya Rasullullah SAW bersabda;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sesungguhnya bayi yang gugur itu akan menuntut Tuhan jika orang tuanya dimasukkan ke dalam neraka,     &lt;br /&gt;maka dikatakan kepadanya;      &lt;br /&gt;Wahai bayi yang gugur! Masuklah orang tuamu ke dalam syurga.      &lt;br /&gt;(HR. Ibn Majah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Dari Abu Hurairah sesungguhnya Rasullullah SAW telah bersabda;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bayi yang gugur yang telah mendahuluiku adalah lebih aku sukai daripada seorang ahli perang yang aku tinggalkan di belakangku.     &lt;br /&gt;(HR. Ibn Majah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tidak lama lagi masuklah tujuh bulan anakku April Tanisha meninggalkan kita. dan aku semakin yakin yang aku tidak akan sembuh dari luka dan kesedihan merindui dia. hehe. i dont believe in time will heal lah. HAHA. rindu ini akan ada bersama aku sampai aku mati. but i’m glad i have this. tidak mengapalah anakku. biar pedih. biar sakit. &lt;strong&gt;you are one precious gift for me and babah&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: aku copy paste ini dari belog seseorang yang paling mungkin memahami rasa aku. entrynya sekitar 2009. tahun di mana di juga merasa kehilangan. she have a boy now and another one coming soon. hehe. terima kasih, Aishah. semoga kamu baik baik saja.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-8737857285976955576?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8737857285976955576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=8737857285976955576&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8737857285976955576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8737857285976955576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/11/alhamdulillah-its-friday.html' title='Alhamdulillah it’s friday'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-1071143899516812263</id><published>2011-11-03T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T16:08:31.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-jbydMSN9vMw/TrJL-tfiXXI/AAAAAAAABvQ/CYF1wehwOZw/s1600-h/S1%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="S1" border="0" alt="S1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-WOowjCC8IMw/TrJL_hcyBzI/AAAAAAAABvU/qeLY_NinjIA/S1_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="472" height="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;adik lelaki bongsu aku. taksub sangat dengan skateboard skateboard neh. akhirnya kami gelar dia uncle skateboard. bila lah budak neh mau besar? T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;masa birthday dia. aku post dekat FB wall dia greeting happy birthday yang tipikal. tapi ada ps dekat bawah. &lt;em&gt;“tolong mamak buang sampah selalu. dengar cakap kalau di suruh”.&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHA. sudah terlalu lama. fesbuk pun boleh pening kalau kena older post balik balik untuk aku sampai ke hari harijadi dia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku memang suka kasik malu dia di fesbuk. itu saja. bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-1071143899516812263?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1071143899516812263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=1071143899516812263&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/1071143899516812263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/1071143899516812263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/11/hahaha.html' title='hahaha!'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-WOowjCC8IMw/TrJL_hcyBzI/AAAAAAAABvU/qeLY_NinjIA/s72-c/S1_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-1966096644954009159</id><published>2011-11-03T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T11:17:48.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what shall i write today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;as promised, i shall let my rollercoaster feeling passed me by. now I'm back with something light and easy to talk about. memandangkan tidak lama lagi birthday ku bakal menjelang tiba. wajarlah aku menyuarakan beberapa hajat hadiah harijadi ku di sini. wajar ya wajar. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Perfume&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku suka bau manis manis. perfume aku terdahulu semua bau jenis begini. manis. macam gula gula. husband pun suka. ewah macam pantun. cerita benar. masa mula mula berkenalan dulu, husband aku sangat mengenali bau perfume aku neh. sebelum aku sampai, dia tahu aku akan sampai dengan bau perfume aku itu sahaja. eceh. maksudnya apa. nampak sangatlah aku datang praktikal tujuan mau menawan pakai perfume sebotol habis. HAHAHA. dan perfume yang bertanggungjawab itu adalah &lt;strong&gt;Promese by Chacarel&lt;/strong&gt;. perfume ini sudah discontinued dan yang ada di simpanan ku sekarang mungkin adalah botol yang terakhir di Sabah. wahh lebihlebih. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tapi. sejak dewasa ini. aku sudah terpikat dengan haruman jenis matang dan sofistikated. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-q0wig5vApsQ/TrIG5T6iysI/AAAAAAAABuA/_IbXucedbKM/s1600-h/bvlgariomniaamethyste%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="bvlgariomniaamethyste" border="0" alt="bvlgariomniaamethyste" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-G2DIHvdjGRc/TrIG6di2G_I/AAAAAAAABuI/3IJLQnbx3CY/bvlgariomniaamethyste_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="323" height="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;bau dia sangat distinctive. aku susah mau explain. bau macam perempuan kecil tapi berjiwa besar. eh ada pula bau begitu. HAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Crabtree &amp;amp; Evelyn Skin Care set&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;product neh sebenarnya only for body and skin. facial tidak terlibat. dulu adalah seorang hamba Allah neh, dapat free gift a box of C&amp;amp;E stuffs. oleh kerana dia bimbo, dia tatau brand neh apa, dia bagilah eh bukan aku curilah lotion dia satu. bukan dia perasan pun. lantas aku telah menyukai lotion itu. Rosewater smell. bau dia lembut gila lah. terasa macam bau keperempuanan yang amat amat (macam bunyi marketing lagi aku neh kan hahaha). aku pakailah lotion tangan tu sampai habis. eh iya di ulang. hand lotion only. 50 gram. besar lagi ubat gigi di rumah aku sekarang neh. price dia RM48. menangis lah sekarang kalau ada hati mau beli lagi. HAHAHA. thats why aku rasa macam sesuai kalau barang barang merapu berserta mahal macam neh patut di terima sebagai hadiah saja. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ini hand lotion yang aku maksudkan tuh. besar sikit 100g RM78.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-cKOmvjQt5hA/TrIG6_UOwSI/AAAAAAAABuM/j7JgGGK3u7s/s1600-h/crabtree%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="crabtree" border="0" alt="crabtree" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RFr3LkokPRc/TrIG7hctZ6I/AAAAAAAABuU/FmCxj37g3Ic/crabtree_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="348" height="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;alang alang minta hadiah. biar overlah kan. sekali sekala.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-LQW0kKZYxiA/TrIG8U1hQuI/AAAAAAAABug/1eoTHsiD88Y/s1600-h/Crabtree-Evelyn-1%25255B13%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Crabtree-Evelyn-1" border="0" alt="Crabtree-Evelyn-1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-4SBOBJ5LqFQ/TrIG9sTvUkI/AAAAAAAABuo/OAb6soUUNCE/Crabtree-Evelyn-1_thumb%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="342" height="342" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;set yang ini berharga RM300++. sakit hati T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Jam Tangan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;eh aku tapernah boring dengan jam tangan baru. statement apakah ini. HAHAHA. aku seorang yang sangat pemakai jam. biar aku keluar sekejap pergi supermarket belakang rumah sekalipun. jam tangan wajib pakai tangan kanan. jadi boleh kata aku ada beberapa bijik jam in collection jugaklah. cuma nya, perangai semulajadi manusia aku, habis madu memang sepah selalu aku buang. jam sekarang masih okay dan masih cantik seperti pertama kali berjumpa. tapi kalau dapat jam tangan baru pun best jugak. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku suka jam tangan jenis bracelet sekarang. memandangkan lagi aku bukan jenis orang yang suka pakai accessories. cukuplah aku pakai jam macam gini.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-WwUGUNKc0lY/TrIG-jP6rpI/AAAAAAAABuw/IFktiGiI_uQ/s1600-h/concord_crystalwatch_pink%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="concord_crystalwatch_pink" border="0" alt="concord_crystalwatch_pink" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-G1vZ_wYBoT4/TrIG_3vv8iI/AAAAAAAABu4/kzEqh0kaogg/concord_crystalwatch_pink_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="300" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tapi yang neh real crystal. so memang never gonna happen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-v-QVaD0JyHo/TrIHBViJraI/AAAAAAAABvA/-fO-bTbpDYo/s1600-h/212354103%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="212354103" border="0" alt="212354103" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-uKhWAPCeEC8/TrIHCJ2K8VI/AAAAAAAABvI/OduwkhlAbm4/212354103_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="280" height="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;yang ini pun betul gold. never kabhi nehi lah. HAHA. tapi aku suka jam yang ada perincian gold. aduh. macam mau terkeluar sudah kemacikkan aku neh. gold is classy for me. dan watch macam neh mesti too big for my hand kan? *pujuk hati sendiri*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;okeh. itu sajalah. tidak mahu demand lebih. kalau ada hadiah adalah, syukur. kalau tiada pun tidak mengapa. ku pujuk pujuk hati, ku bawa lari. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: kenapa aku banyak sangat HAHAHAHA sana sini macam orang ndak betul jak. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: thank you google image for all of the pictures.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-1966096644954009159?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1966096644954009159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=1966096644954009159&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/1966096644954009159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/1966096644954009159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-shall-i-write-today.html' title='what shall i write today?'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-G2DIHvdjGRc/TrIG6di2G_I/AAAAAAAABuI/3IJLQnbx3CY/s72-c/bvlgariomniaamethyste_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-3256770226702862483</id><published>2011-11-02T15:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T15:26:52.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keimanan cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-BAMseDwUfOw/TrDvVZR8gII/AAAAAAAABtw/q0_7G3G8LNk/s1600-h/kc%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="kc" border="0" alt="kc" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qm_00X2ntHA/TrDvYHX4HUI/AAAAAAAABt4/2RIdcMFCF8A/kc_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="752" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;hello lovelies. are you a novel reader kind of person? cause i’m not. aku lah orang yang paling malas membaca novel. majalah juga. berita lagi-lah. cuma akan berhenti pada iklan menarik. tet. but anyhow, if you do. &lt;strong&gt;please please please&lt;/strong&gt; get the novel that i read in the above picture. the novel was wrote by a young writer (same age with me). the storyline is &lt;strong&gt;very very&lt;/strong&gt; interesting even though i am only at chapter six. teehee. its a story about a plan-marriage between this average girl dengan cucu Tan Sri yang handsome dan kaya raya di atas permintaan Tan Sri (the grandpa) yang bertujuan untuk save his grandson’s lonely soul. sort off. how loves bloom after marriage. sweet thing. how the girl sees her world after knowing that she’s sick. motivating stuff. and the novel was also quiet informative in terms of religion aspects. baguslah writer ini!! believe me &lt;strong&gt;novel ini is a must have!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;okeh. cut the crap. the writer Munie Asra was a close friend of mine. boleh kamu percaya? aku berkawan dengan penulis novel yoo. and some more this novel has already been adapted into a drama series. bangga kuasa tiga puluh lima sekarang. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sebenarnya aku betul tidak percaya Munie Asra yang tertera di kulit buku itu adalah Munie Asra yang aku kenali. seriously. she never say a thing about this book. not until now that the book has hit the market and also has become a drama series (TV9). Munie Asra cant hide anymore. i cant help myself from smiling all the way while reading this cause i keep on imagining her. is this really my munie? hehe my smiles shows how proud i am of her. i even scream at Popular when i saw this book (and when i read upon the ‘biodata penulis’ section where she mention a little bit about her roots, our school!). i managed to attract beberapa orang makcik makcik yang berhampiran untuk mencapai novel ini. yeah. munie, sila sediakan komisen untuk I.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so &lt;strong&gt;please please please&lt;/strong&gt; visit your bookstore today and get this for only RM20. harap harap adalah orang yang terpujuk dengan marketing style aku yang tidak cutting-edge langsung neh. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;****************************************&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;these few days, my feelings are taking me into a wild roller coaster ride. i am so sensitive towards almost everything. i even cry before my sleep just to picture myself being in the position of an oil tanker driver. you must have heard about the collision right? that's the one unlucky driver I'm talking about. just to be casually honest, i think for this week only i have cried so many times for many reasons. Masterchef Malaysia was one of it. nothing personal. its just my hormones was doing her job. I'm in my time of the month. ngehehe. so i may have act or speak and write with an unstable emotions which might have hurt any person’s feelings. i am truly sorry for that. i don't usually do this. act or speak before thinking about people’s feeling. this will passed. i promise.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;or maybe. just maybe. knowing the fact that i am having my time of the month has been a little bit affecting my feeling. my hope. my dream. somebody’s dream. maybe. just maybe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;this will passed. i promise to myself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and so. i keep on repeating to this number. my all time favourite band. only their music can mend my broken heart. eceh. exaggerate lebih. mereka tabayar aku pun okeh. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lihat apa yang terjadi       &lt;br /&gt;Dengan semua rencanaku        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hancur semua berantakan         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dia berjalan keluar dari lingkaran hidupku        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bebas kulepaskan dia         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Akupun mulai berdendang        &lt;br /&gt;Pasti ku bisa melanjutkannya        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pasti ku bisa menerima dan melanjutkannya         &lt;br /&gt;Ooh pasti ku bisa menyembuhkannya          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cepat bangkit dan berfikir        &lt;br /&gt;Semua tak berakhir disini        &lt;br /&gt;Merasakan pandanganmu        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penuh cerita dan luka         &lt;br /&gt;Memang begitulah semua          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jangan pernah kau menunggu        &lt;br /&gt;Keajaiban dunia        &lt;br /&gt;Bukalah satu tujuan        &lt;br /&gt;Pasti kau bisa melanjutkannya        &lt;br /&gt;Pasti kau bisa menerima dan melanjutkannya        &lt;br /&gt;Ooh pasti kau bisa menyembuhkannya        &lt;br /&gt;Cepat bangkit dan berfikir        &lt;br /&gt;Semua tak berakhir disini        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;satu dua kali lagu pusing. nangis dulu. wajib. lagu rancak pun bisa nangis ya asal liriknya kena di hati. HAHAHA. yang penting after that, i feel relieved. and cepat bangkit dan berfikir, semua tak berakhir di sini.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so smile though your heart is aching *tibatiba* &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: hey smsldians, our beloved cikgu disiplin was featured in this novel memegang watak as himself *pingsan*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: semoga Munie juga tidak berakhir di sini. keep on writing and sharing your piece of work, my friend. you will always have our maximum support.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;psss: nah. kerana aku baik hati. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2xymkKREOA&amp;amp;ob=av2n"&gt;klik seja sini untuk videoklip lagunya&lt;/a&gt;. keren habis. tumpang lalu speaking indon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-3256770226702862483?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3256770226702862483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=3256770226702862483&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3256770226702862483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3256770226702862483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/11/keimanan-cinta.html' title='keimanan cinta'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qm_00X2ntHA/TrDvYHX4HUI/AAAAAAAABt4/2RIdcMFCF8A/s72-c/kc_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-2456994819069023603</id><published>2011-11-01T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T14:14:11.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings: my plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;its November already. bagaimanakah masa telah&amp;#160; berterbangan? i know some people at work sudah mula dengan next year’s plans. tentative, task schedule, projects, man power schedule. hey I've been there, done that. same old. same old. selagi kerja makan gaji. anyhow. these few days, i keep on thinking about my own plan for next year. aku mahu start dengan apa, dan apa yang aku mahu kecap tahun depan. sengaja aku start dua bulan lebih awal (ah-ha new year resolution) sebab aku perlu bersedia untuk bermula. cewah. serius pula.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;first and foremost. aku bercadang untuk TTC next year. yeaaahhh. is it a yeah? not really. it is more personal this time. a-more-to-myself-only story. jadi kalau mungkin aku pregnant lagi, mungkin aku tidak akan bercerita mengenainya di sini. aku takut menjadi eksaited lagi. itu saja-lah. hehe. aku berharap boleh dapat baby hujung tahun. november or december baby. eceh. plan ya plan. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;second. i am going to renew my work contract in few months time. mohon di sambung for another three years. atau bernasib baik dapat tukar status ke tetap dan berpencen. mana mana lah aku tiada mengisah. haha. honestly, i dont want to see myself here in five years time. untuk masa ini, aku just berjalan dengan apa yang ada. kalau ada peluang lain di depan, aku sahut. bak kata greyson chance “if you are afraid of taking chances, how you gonna reach the top” ecehhh. eh ecehhh tiada dalam lirik lagu greyson chance. InsyaAllah. aku doa yang baik baik saja.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;third. pindah rumah baru. InsyaAllah. house completion 2012. bulan berapa aku nda tau pulak. HAHAHA *bersungguh kah tidak aku neh sebenarnya* but from the looks of it, kakak aku cakap mungkin talama lagi. its already at the painting part. jadi semalam aku sakit hati masa dinner jabatan aku langsung tiada kena lucky draw. all of the prizes are household. if i win all, my new house will be fully-household terus. haih.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;fourth. i want to further study. pursuing my master-degree. since my brothers (the young one and the old one too) yang currently working wants to pursue their degree, aku pun macam terpanggil untuk pursue master. but but but. i think it will be so wonderful kalau both me and husband further study. secara berganti-gantilah of course. so I'll just wait for him. or i’ll just wait for the right moment. after three kids maybe, teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and we all know for sure bahawa kita hanya merancang, Tuhan yang menentukan. kalau bukan rancangan ku ini yang terjadi, yakinlah aku sedang menjalani rancangan Tuhan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;now what's your plan? =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-2456994819069023603?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/2456994819069023603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=2456994819069023603&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/2456994819069023603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/2456994819069023603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/11/ramblings-my-plan.html' title='ramblings: my plan'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-2339408786793200897</id><published>2011-10-28T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T10:32:49.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>english at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-PYZsMrrtCog/TqoUQaidTsI/AAAAAAAABtg/I-rKMqEb44o/s1600-h/eaw1%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="eaw1" border="0" alt="eaw1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-M6kLWrbNzs8/TqoUTGd7d6I/AAAAAAAABto/mYDlGTDdP7I/eaw1_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="650" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; buku conteng si Ona&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku ada satu habit di tempat kerja. penggunaan bahasa inggeris yang tidak terkawal. seolah olah setiap kali aku mahu menulis sesuatu berkaitan kerja, aku akan automatik menulis di dalam inggeris. walaupun sedang menconteng kertas sekalipun. aku rasa boss aku pun pelik dengan perangai aku. sikit sikit writing in english. poyonya orang neh. HAHA. padahal tulis point point kecil masa discussion seja bah. HAHAHAHA. auto switch bah boss T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so when it comes to report writing, i will took a little extra time compare to my other colleagues. sebabnya aku ada kesukaran men-translate apa yang telah aku tulis itu ke bahasa melayu T___T siapa suruh sebok je tulis english?! kadang-kadang aku malas translate aku reportkan sahaja in english. tapi bila fikir balik that the report kena circulate pergi other departments, oh guna bahasa melayu lebih appropriate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku rasa aku telah terbiasa dengan perkara ini sejak mula mula aku berkerja dulu. tempat kerja lama aku semuanya in english. in report writing of course-lah. in text messaging pun english (dulu bila ada case at plant, we always did this SMS-kind-of-report to boss, on sat and sun, day or night). in tele-conversations, in daily conversations pun lagi-lah. hah. part ini pun aku pandai terbawa bawa ke sini (tempat kerja baru). ‘suka’ lah tu aku speaking dengan boss (sebab terbiasa). bukanlah apa, kalau aku nda speaking aku rasa macam itu bukan formal conversations. itu bukan sedang berkerja. boss mari kita lepak kedai kopi bawah office neh. HAHAHA. tidak lawak.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;at first, boss aku talayan. dia bantai juga malay balik. aku rasa sebab our working environment di sini semua in bahasa, so dia teruskanlah macam itu. cuma aku tahu background boss aku, dia memang orang yang guna english at home (aku penah dengar when he’s on the phone with his kid, english tahap tinggi!), dia pun bekas study abroad (London okeh), so aku pun teruskan sejalah speaking habit aku tuh. and now we talk in english sudah. which i think was a new culture in the department. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku tidak tahu lah kalau tempat kerja lain, but for me, wherever i go kalau yang melibatkan hal kerja, i will try to talk/speak in english. masa meeting, discussions, jumpa DE’s or consultants. aku rasa dengan english i’ll blend easily with the group. &lt;strike&gt;and to proved that this small little girl is no ordinary small little officer at work.&lt;/strike&gt; apa boleh buat? bukanlah aku tidak sayang dan bangga dengan bahasa melayu kita ini. but its the fact. English language is a measure of an intellectual level. agree or not? =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i was once told by a consultant friend that he was surprised to met me, a lady that can speak english very well for my age. he thought that i went into an english school before. heyyy i went to SMSLD lah. hehe. see? english makes me blend well with ‘strangers’. so kalau aku menulis english di sini, itu kerana aku sedang menajamkan skill berbahasa inggerisku. every time i intend on improving. aku bukan teror betul-lah. grammatical errors di mana mana lagi neh. heh. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so i strongly think that english is important at work (walaupun tempat kerja aku sekarang neh kurang penekanan terhadap ini). learning english is also important. practising english is also important. aku dan suami ada hari berbahasa inggeris tau, iaitu hari rabu. satu hari full berbahasa inggeris. cuma belum di lancarkan secara rasmi lagi. ada orang main culas T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;what ever language that we used pun, semua kena ikut current situationlah kan. masuk kandang kambing mengembek, masuk kandang harimau mengaum. aite?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: kadang kadang among friends pun aku speak in english thru out our daily conversations. mengasah skill. speaking dengan buddy is always fun. no pressure. HEHE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: pernah satu kali lepas habis berbual dengan suami di telefon aku akhiri dia with “ok. thanks. bye” dan terus letak. husband aku called balik, ketawa kuat-kuat “umy is sooo serious”. HAHA. i tought i was phone-working T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-2339408786793200897?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/2339408786793200897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=2339408786793200897&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/2339408786793200897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/2339408786793200897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/10/english-at-work.html' title='english at work'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-M6kLWrbNzs8/TqoUTGd7d6I/AAAAAAAABto/mYDlGTDdP7I/s72-c/eaw1_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-9118231498268402090</id><published>2011-10-27T10:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T10:57:12.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>word-less-thurs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;hari neh aku tiada begitu mood mau tulis entry panjang panjang cakap. tiba tiba rasa mau share gambar masa aku naik bot pergi outstation tempoh hari. aku harus redha-kan bot sebagai teman baik aku untuk sejak kebelakangan ini. dengan itu hati tidak begitu tersiksa. cool lah naik boat. betul cool T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-pGQbSf4pbLQ/TqjHnTZDKnI/AAAAAAAABtQ/-JNgJcOfJUk/s1600-h/wlt%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="wlt" border="0" alt="wlt" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-8K4W8Rc97K0/TqjHo0Ua3nI/AAAAAAAABtY/MLX9RdS1M8Y/wlt_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="650" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;jeti Pulau Sebatik &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku ada style bergambar terbaru. tidak mahu kasi nampak muka. barulah misteri kan? HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: tunggulah penawar oustation aku sampai all the way from Miri.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-9118231498268402090?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/9118231498268402090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=9118231498268402090&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/9118231498268402090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/9118231498268402090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/10/word-less-thurs.html' title='word-less-thurs'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-8K4W8Rc97K0/TqjHo0Ua3nI/AAAAAAAABtY/MLX9RdS1M8Y/s72-c/wlt_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-7005033933968902693</id><published>2011-10-26T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:32:16.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day and night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-TQjo5okAZB8/TqfFCwEOZHI/AAAAAAAABsA/kXPNhhwLgJ4/s1600-h/dan%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="dan" border="0" alt="dan" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-VF2z-QX0gBg/TqfFGdc5NzI/AAAAAAAABsI/erHA07aUKyk/dan_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="650" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Had Nasi lemak for breakfast. tapi tahabis sebab memang lambat lambat makan. By 10 gerak ke Beaufort and Membakut to check on Plant progress. Around 430 baru make a move balik KK padahal briefing tasempat habis. thursday sambung lagi T_T. due to heavy rain susahlah mau buat kerja di loji. singgah Masjid Besar Beaufort for Asar prayer before heading back home. I've got a dinner invitation at 7!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-3qpp4MO5nTU/TqfFJcWy1DI/AAAAAAAABsQ/08QpQiQFMac/s1600-h/dan4%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="dan4" border="0" alt="dan4" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-XXF3kHuWAfA/TqfFNGzAuuI/AAAAAAAABsY/BXabCUv_d0w/dan4_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="650" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Reached KK almost 7. luckily memang plan to check in at the Hotel. sampai hotel husband sudah ready. so he went to the ballroom before me (he’s the MC for the night). while the wife lenggang lenggang kangkung bersiap dan sempat tengok Soffiya sampai part lakinya teriak dia sebab nampak ada lelaki keluar dari dalam rumah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-FmMGlYmw2S0/TqfFQtuPgAI/AAAAAAAABsg/XL8C1TwBXIQ/s1600-h/dan6%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="dan6" border="0" alt="dan6" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hhpryQjh4II/TqfFUKoK3oI/AAAAAAAABso/fAqOqmgFvM0/dan6_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="650" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-bN2zKUIztik/TqfFX54EgeI/AAAAAAAABsw/EwbFWf3AtFU/s1600-h/dan5%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="dan5" border="0" alt="dan5" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1tT_isK9Mzs/TqfFcA0uIfI/AAAAAAAABs4/5jeJtmoohSA/dan5_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="650" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;what am i holding?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-n1v2aQNQDLE/TqfFf7NeO-I/AAAAAAAABtA/8abu5yY8vkc/s1600-h/dan7%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="dan7" border="0" alt="dan7" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-TDvmRmMsKb4/TqfFjb1RncI/AAAAAAAABtI/lHHDxy8MQao/dan7_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="650" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-7005033933968902693?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7005033933968902693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=7005033933968902693&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/7005033933968902693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/7005033933968902693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-and-night.html' title='day and night'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-VF2z-QX0gBg/TqfFGdc5NzI/AAAAAAAABsI/erHA07aUKyk/s72-c/dan_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-5397083987515100863</id><published>2011-10-24T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:55:10.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>invention in the kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;last week, when my mom was in town, we took her for dinner at D’KL. we had Udang Sambal Petai, Tauhu Telur and Ikan Mangga Muda. while we were eating. mom said how it would my much much nicer if they change the Mangga Muda (on top of the fish) with a sambal terung the-husband-made. we all at home was his-sambal-terung biggest fan. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and so, we try it tonight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-THetK1eH2xY/TqVc59vL2oI/AAAAAAAABrQ/UAzRhWJs4UM/s1600-h/iitk%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="iitk" border="0" alt="iitk" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-oD2OleRqMZQ/TqVc9cSktxI/AAAAAAAABrY/Na7BqUETpoQ/iitk_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ikan goreng. this is my department. hey don't you laugh. goreng ikan is not easy okay. HAHA. especially to fry it up to the loved one’s liking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-nwTviXHYf_E/TqVdBohZEhI/AAAAAAAABrg/B-OY4B4F5X0/s1600-h/iitk2%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="iitk2" border="0" alt="iitk2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Tcj-4ZaiwuQ/TqVdF_v0bzI/AAAAAAAABro/9HupmTbt0os/iitk2_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;sambal terung. this is my husband’s department. it is not that i don't know how to make this. my husband had a better palette than me. jadi dia buat lagi sedappp *ah ah ndak mau kalah*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;presentation by the husband.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-FdG-idYGlNA/TqVdK50rJzI/AAAAAAAABrw/ANWj7ova4W0/s1600-h/iitk3%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="iitk3" border="0" alt="iitk3" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-doHve8hLiEA/TqVdP4vXeuI/AAAAAAAABr4/xh_qS3szeEc/iitk3_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;tatadaaaaa. looks delicious kan? teehee. kacang hijau tu belum masak punya, sekadar hiasan. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wife: aby, nanti hias itu sambal terung atas ikan ah. hias cantik cantik lah umy mau masukkan dalam belog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;husband: iya tau. memang pun aby mau hias neh. mau taruk tomato sama bawang besar. apa lagi ah. ada bunga?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;=.=’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;husband says that he wants to have his own belog. isk apalah tu dia mau tulis sana. confirm mengolok aku ja lah tu nanti.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;husband was reading my conversations with a group of girls in a grouping whatsapp. i asked him did he understand what we’re gossiping about. he said NO. everybody was talking different topic at one time. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wife: Apa yang aby paham pasal cerita kami?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;husband: tiada yang aby paham. seolah olah umy cerita pasal harga minyak naik. tapi kawan mu cerita pasal beras. kenapa kamu becerita begitu tuh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;that is our ultimate talentlah, my hubs!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-5397083987515100863?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5397083987515100863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=5397083987515100863&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5397083987515100863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5397083987515100863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/10/invention-in-kitchen.html' title='invention in the kitchen'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-oD2OleRqMZQ/TqVc9cSktxI/AAAAAAAABrY/Na7BqUETpoQ/s72-c/iitk_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-5189982954733783376</id><published>2011-10-23T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T21:54:24.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bawal inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;since bawal is back, aku pun try to experiment the bawal on the weeked. so this is the result.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-QmbAiyPBcME/TqQXaurTccI/AAAAAAAABqo/a2mfAEgJXaY/s1600-h/bi%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="bi" border="0" alt="bi" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-cqxR3TBFi48/TqQXc4Y6AzI/AAAAAAAABqw/YfRNirifo_o/bi_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="288" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; tadaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;dan seperti biasa, backdrop aku yang setia, sangat gembira dengan Rayban sepuluh ringgitnya di belakang. teehee. and while writing this entry, i was listening to Falling Slowly. what a suitable number for the weekend. makes me thinking, apakah aku sudah tua? bukankah dulu lagu aku sempena weekend adalah lagu bergenre Rihanna T_T&lt;/p&gt; ps: &lt;a href="http://noelazamira.blogspot.com/2011/07/bawal-lagi.html"&gt;klik&lt;/a&gt; untuk bawal versi Puan Azmah dan &lt;a href="http://tsukinano.blogspot.com/2011/10/jom-bawal.html"&gt;klik&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tsukinano.blogspot.com/2011/10/jom-bawal-part-2-dan-topik-lompat.html"&gt;klik,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tsukinano.blogspot.com/2011/10/jom-bawal-part-3.html"&gt;klik&lt;/a&gt; untuk bawal versi Mumi Aima.  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: Rihanna bukanlah sejenis genre baru. jangan terus google.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-5189982954733783376?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5189982954733783376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=5189982954733783376&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5189982954733783376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5189982954733783376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/10/bawal-inspiration.html' title='Bawal inspiration'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-cqxR3TBFi48/TqQXc4Y6AzI/AAAAAAAABqw/YfRNirifo_o/s72-c/bi_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-97632686937175320</id><published>2011-10-21T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:50:05.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it is not always butterflies and flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gjkPyHQXa_s/TqEWDUJcKcI/AAAAAAAABqM/FQUMx-jFxVc/s1600-h/iinabaf%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="iinabaf" border="0" alt="iinabaf" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hoe7HgBeIvk/TqEWEYkHo6I/AAAAAAAABqU/vgCY_cwMiQM/iinabaf_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;gambar hiasan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i am a internet-attached person. social networking stuff to be exact. satu hari nda jumpa internet, selain daripada dapat meningkatkan prestasi dan produktiviti kerja di pejabat ataupun rumah, &lt;strong&gt;ia juga boleh mengakibatkan kemurungan serius&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA. i think this addiction to internet was started since the birth of Facebook. i remember back then, one day without Facebook is MAD DAY. masuk office perkara pertama deluan di buat ialah buka Facebook, lepas tuh baru buka laci (i know its doesn't sound right and sudden, but it rhymes ha-ha).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sekarang. not anymore. too many posers. too many show off kind of status and pictures. too many so-called-concern people. belum lagi yang bergaduh di rumah lepas tu cerita tanpa segan silu di status. memaki hamun. tulisan kecil besar kecil besar. HAHAHAHA. penatlah aku dengan Facebook T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;lepas tu, i created a blog. joining the blogging world since 2009. i can say that blogging is much more fun than facebook. because it is your territory. tulis lah sesuka hati. bertuah kau kalau berjaya menulis sesuatu yang dekat di hati orang. lepas tuh orang komen membina banyak banyak. ahhh rasa terawang-awangan bah jadinya. “kak Ona cute, saya selalu baca blog kakak!” “kak Ona, saya ndak tidur satu malam baca blog kakak dari awal sampai habis”. those stuff. HAHA. eh boleh muntah atas risiko sendiri. but at times, we don't get lucky. aku pernah berChatBox dulu. tapi ntah apa salah aku, ada orang memaki hamun aku di situ. masa itu aku ingat lagi, sampaikan ada reader dari Rusia (my friend whose study abroad actually) siap me-message tanya whats going on? how can somebody did that to me? ah macam tapecayalah. aku bukan selebriti. KAHKAHKAH. &lt;a href="http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2009/05/jangan-nda-tau-kewujudan-orang-orang.html"&gt;dari situ entry ini aku tulis&lt;/a&gt;. the one and only entry yang aku buat untuk merespon orang itu. lepas itu, i delete my chat box dan meneruskan kehidupan yang baik baik. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*malu pula aku setelah terbaca penulisan sekitar 2009. sila kamu jangan godek godek entry yang lain ah. entry yang aku link-kan itu saja please!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku rasa, kita sendiri boleh tengok our level of maturity based from our own writing. entri-entri aku yang terdahulu kebanyakannya jenis penulisan orang-kurang-puas-hati-kepada-kehidupan pulak. HAHA. i can see how myself is handling stress (masa itu aku kerja private sector. there are a lottt of cursing. yak ampun aku benar benar menyesal sekarang). malunya kecoh semacam. macam la bah aku neh sibuk kalah kalah perdana menteri =.=”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;begitu juga pun dengan Facebook. dari segala penulisan status yang dulu dulu, gambar gambar yang dulu dulu. paling malu lah sekarang mau tengok message message berbaur cinta yang pernah aku bagi sama kekasih hati (now husband). aduhaii. malunya pulak bah. HAHAHAHA. kecoh macam aku seja yang bercinta dalam dunia neh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;peliknya akuu sekarang baru terasa malu. HAHAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;by time, a lesson is learned here. lama lama you’ll feel reserved about writing. be it your status in the Facebook. or your entry in the blog. aku jadi lebih berhati-hati dalam menulis dan sedaya upaya cuba untuk tidak menyinggung mana mana pihak. some people get you. but some people just don't. &lt;strong&gt;hidup terlalu singkat untuk menjadikan perbuatan menyakitkan hati orang sebagai satu keperluan.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; and if there's a few un-tuned pitches heard. i just let them be. respond if you have too. but intelligently. and then again meneruskan kehidupan yang baik baik.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;this is blogging world (or internet world). jangan ingat you will never be found. cause you will. my staff are reading this i know *Hiiiii, hows the plant? =p* jangan ingat semua orang sayang kau di sini. cause there is just somebody out there that will always misinterpreted you. jangan ingat semua orang faham apa yang cuba kita sampaikan cause some people has very negative mind which will turn even a good stuff into a bad one. it is not always butterflies and flowers in blogging, my friend. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so just sucked it up. and screw them all. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;there’s a wise saying.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bila menulis sesuatu secara terbuka, bersiap sedia untuk di salah erti – &lt;a href="http://cinoi.com"&gt;anonymous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;itupun selepas kita sedaya upaya untuk tidak menulis sesuatu yang diniatkan untuk di salah ertikan (double meaning). and always remember, our writing portrays ourselves and our level of maturity. jadi kalau bergaduh laki bini di rumah memang ndak sesuai lah ya mau mengadu di Facebook. satu dunia nampak, makcik! *tension betul aku kalau baca yang begini neh di Facebook grrrr*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: kenapa aku akhir akhir neh menulis bukan main rajin lagi guna begitu banyak huruf dan perkataan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: Hai Boss! Hai future Boss! =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;psss: sorry. gambar hiasan di atas tuh terlalu tiba tiba. soalnya dua tiga hari kebelakangan ini perasaan aku kuat untuk upload gambar itu. helpless neh. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-97632686937175320?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/97632686937175320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=97632686937175320&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/97632686937175320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/97632686937175320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-is-not-always-butterflies-and.html' title='it is not always butterflies and flowers'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hoe7HgBeIvk/TqEWEYkHo6I/AAAAAAAABqU/vgCY_cwMiQM/s72-c/iinabaf_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-7909718196328674525</id><published>2011-10-20T09:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T10:03:35.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do we know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku sebenarnya sedang upset berikutan suatu peristiwa yang i can say that happen around me. frankly speaking. it was NOT AN IMPORTANT THING to be blog about here pun! that is why I'm upset. kenapa manusia suka sangat membesar besarkan masalah nya? does it lighten you up? does it makes your problem solved by itself? &lt;strong&gt;dont you think lama kelamaan you’re just exaggerating things?&lt;/strong&gt; untuk upset di atas perkara ini juga tidak penting untuk aku. I'm just upset that why do people don't see the bigger picture here? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;contohlah aku bagi supaya kamu senang paham. based on true story. i am a NEW officer at work. my work related to public services. kalau kau rasa aku kerja kerajaan dari jam lapan sampai lima, isnin sampai jumaat, then you are wrong! “i work 24 hours a day and no leave for the year” in a way-lah tapi. my responsible are big. i cannot afford to be casual regarding my work. &lt;strong&gt;people could die&lt;/strong&gt;. this is true story, not a fiction. jadi &lt;strike&gt;kadang kadang&lt;/strike&gt; aku stress. but its funny to me, when people look down at us (the govn servant). okeh nampak sangat aku macam holding a grudge. HAHAHA. lets make this general so that semua orang boleh apply to their own stories. some people thought that they have a way better and more important job to be stressed about everyday single day of their life (exaggerating lah you ona!) padahal ada seja orang lain yang punya kerja yang lebih important tapi orang itu just keep it cool and never whine about it. ouch. i feel ashamed. aku selalu merungut pasal kerja. kerja aku bukanlah penting sangat pun terhadap kesejahteraan masyarakat =p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now, Ona. is it important to whine? you know&lt;strong&gt; there is more about life to be think about.&lt;/strong&gt; you have experienced it first hand. so think harder before you whine again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;contoh lain lagi. when you’ve been misunderstood. misinterpreted. ndak kisah lah apa storyline nya. it could be in your working place. aku rasa aku banyak kena neh di office. being a boss in a young age and get to lead a group of staffs twice your age, of course it cost you all kinds of cakap belakang. di mana mana pun ada benda ini lah. among friends. among families. ada kan? so what do you do? do you defend yourself every single time it comes to your face? do you stood out in the crowd semata mata mau menegakkan kebenaran? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;now, everybody yang pernah merasa ini. is it important to fight back and stood up for yourself? or to be bothered because of what other’s think about you? is it important for you to even think about what other people think about you? least important? maybe. not important? yes. you knew better.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so i’m asking you again. Do we know what is important in life? i mean like, do we really really know? can we be able to differentiate &lt;strong&gt;what's important&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;what's not&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;what's least&lt;/strong&gt;? can we? untuk seseorang itu benar benar mengenali dan memahami perbezaan di antara ketiga tiga perkara di atas adalah suatu ilmu yang sangat sangat jarang ramai orang tahu. including myself. jadi, sebelum kita menjadikan sesuatu yang kecil itu besar, we look around. of course we cant always have what we want. but we sure do have what we need. so there is no need to be angry at the world! teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;a bigger example.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;berapa ramai orang yang kumpul duit semata-mata untuk tanggung haji dan umrah untuk kedua orang tuanya? berapa ramai pula ibu bapa yang plan untuk bawa familynya melawat Mekah atau Madinah sebagai percutian keluarganya masa cuti sekolah? berapa ramai yang berbelanja kurang setiap bulan untuk benda ini?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i buy new shoes and bags almost every months instead T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;berapa ramai pula ibu bapanya yang concern dengan asas agama anak-anaknya dari kecil? semua sibuk mau cater the best for their children. mahu hantar anak masuk preschool supaya umur lima tahun sudah pandai mengenal huruf dan membaca. mahu hantar anak ikut kelas muzik, belajar piano, violin segala sebab budak budak yang belajar muzik tend to have better IQ. berapa ramai pula yang mahu anaknya pandai mengenal huruf jawi dulu? atau tahu mengaji dulu dari umurnya lima tahun?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;do you think that we really really know what’s important or what’s not in life?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;oklah. bai. kami ada jamuan makan neh. dan makan itu penting. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-7909718196328674525?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7909718196328674525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=7909718196328674525&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/7909718196328674525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/7909718196328674525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-you-know.html' title='do we know?'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-8916875785767797722</id><published>2011-10-19T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T15:29:05.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wordless wednesday: outstations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-V-cRf_8pgiY/Tp58NUJd3RI/AAAAAAAABpw/PaVOj6j-fhg/s1600-h/ww%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="ww" border="0" alt="ww" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-RUaa9t8rjGg/Tp58PtyoyNI/AAAAAAAABp4/ZwB3dl5x78o/ww_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;the reason that i tucked my pants inside my socks was because i was kissed by a leech few minutes before this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: maaflah aku telah menipu kalian semua. ini bukan entry wordless wednesday. ini entry less words on wednesday. hah. tipu lagi. tadi kan sudah ada satu entry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-8916875785767797722?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8916875785767797722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=8916875785767797722&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8916875785767797722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8916875785767797722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/10/wordless-wednesday-outstations.html' title='wordless wednesday: outstations'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-RUaa9t8rjGg/Tp58PtyoyNI/AAAAAAAABp4/ZwB3dl5x78o/s72-c/ww_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-2371780648035798428</id><published>2011-10-19T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:32:16.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this post is purposely untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku nda tau lah mau classified entry ini ber-genre apa. sebab dari awal the week started aku neh macam mood mood seja di office. aku ada sengketa di dalam hati sendiri. maka itu aku macam mendung semacam. ah apa-apalah. janji kamu nda tau apa sengketa itu. sebab ianya lucuu T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;semalam lepas makan malam (makan malam agak awal dari selalunya sebab we dine out syukur),&amp;#160; macam biasa berbual bual kosong dengan husband mengenai hari.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;same old, same old. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku beritahu dia aku mahu berhenti kerja, masuk private balik. dia cakap okay. part ambil hati isteri memang kau paling pandai. dia tahu aku sukakan pekerjaan ku, jadi bual kosong angan angan begini cukup menggembirakan aku. teehee. sangat low maintenance lah kan aku nehh. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku tanya dia dua malam sebelum, masa tidur adakah tidak dia menghantuk kepalaku. dia cakap ada. dia bermimpi menangkap kepala seseorang. tapi di lakukan kepada aku. kepala ku di hantuk DUA kali. aku sempat bangun sebab sakit. tapi oleh kerana sangatttt mengantuk, aku tidur semula.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ok fine. di maafkan. memukul isteri di luar waktu sedar. HAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;lepas tuh husband beritahu pula. semalamnya dia mimpi aku mengandung. lepas tuh aku marah =.=”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;jadi dia soal aku bertubi tubi. kalau aku mengandung sekarang adakah aku akan marah. aku cakap NO. NO bukan untuk tidak marah. tapi NO untuk i am not going to be pregnant now. or at least not this year. AMBOI iya iya lah pula aku ni kan. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;now the husband is quite confident that i am going to be pregnant in a very near future. like right now. based on his dream. so i am confused. kenapa pula dia yang kecoh dan nda steady nehh? for sure i will know what is going own with my own body kan. funny stuffs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;itu sejalah sekian.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-8fxm16nIhE0/Tp42pSQK2fI/AAAAAAAABpg/jA6Lty6Xw90/s1600-h/u1%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="u1" border="0" alt="u1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Mqz_Dr3YRQk/Tp42r4I5HbI/AAAAAAAABpo/nfpkdqzDLaM/u1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;em&gt;7/8 months preggo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;masa aku mengandung dulu, kakak-kakak ofis selalu cakap aku comel. ah terima kasih. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: entri ini betul betul tiada motif dan hala tuju. its just that, everytime aku mau membelog sesuatu, mesti hal kerja yang keluar. lucky conversations semalam ini lebih outstanding dari hal hal kerja yang lain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: kalau lah hari neh mengandung, besok beranak. aku mau lah sekarang! HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-2371780648035798428?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/2371780648035798428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=2371780648035798428&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/2371780648035798428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/2371780648035798428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-post-is-purposely-untitled.html' title='this post is purposely untitled'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Mqz_Dr3YRQk/Tp42r4I5HbI/AAAAAAAABpo/nfpkdqzDLaM/s72-c/u1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-6117925695470568235</id><published>2011-10-18T10:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T10:03:59.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;kalau pasal kerja. aku tidak suka stress. aku tidak mahu stress. menjadi stress adalah benda terakhir aku mahu jadi. tapi aku frust. macamana pun cuba akhirnya tetap frust. maka itu aku stress. aku selalu minta maaf pada diri sendiri. sebab aku tidak dapat kawal rasa frust. lalu stress lagi. dan lagi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;itu sahajalah. lagi banyak benda yang aku ingin belog kan, lagi banyak perihal frust terhadap pekerjaan yang akan keluar di sini. aku harus hormat kepada tempat punca aku cari rezeki juga. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-y9MkO8Al2rU/Tpzeh2IoCnI/AAAAAAAABpQ/ZtWnCENbtQE/s1600-h/f1%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="f1" border="0" alt="f1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-tX9bLfosKIU/TpzejiN5ncI/AAAAAAAABpY/8XmmN6bvm-0/f1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; bekerja demi sesuap nasi =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku harap dalam masa terdekat ini aku boleh shopping kasut atau baju. dengan itu mood blogging aku yang kelam ini akan bertukar ceria. percayalah. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-6117925695470568235?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6117925695470568235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=6117925695470568235&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/6117925695470568235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/6117925695470568235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/10/frustration.html' title='frustration'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-tX9bLfosKIU/TpzejiN5ncI/AAAAAAAABpY/8XmmN6bvm-0/s72-c/f1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-7969696749986993617</id><published>2011-10-12T15:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:34:33.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bat wing blouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;currently addicted into bat wing blouse. actually sudah lamaaa tapi aku nda pernah jumpa di mana mana (kedai). dan mau tanya orang pun aku macam ragu ragu. sebab aku nda tau macamana mau explain or sebut nama baju neh. aku cuma ingat bentuknya. macam kalau aku jumpa orang, aku ndak ingat namanya, tapi aku ingat mukanya&amp;#160; hah begitulah *tibatiba*.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;now. aku baru tahu dari Azmah. nama blouse ini adalah bat wing blouse. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ni lah first bat wing blouse aku. itupun bat wing malu malu. oklah. its the closest to the bat wing blouse that i want.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="bwb" border="0" alt="bwb" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gzesMvGTRA4/TpVC-gB31BI/AAAAAAAABoo/2lKkGfQiRi4/bwb_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="325" height="480" /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;em&gt;meet my husband the backdrop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;yang ini pula the second. beli dari BINGO *aku suka kedai tuh*. pun pakai dengan green pants. HAHA. suka betul green pants bah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-4DSbSLFr2L4/TpVC_mOOl1I/AAAAAAAABow/t6Otqf1tgRI/s1600-h/bwb1%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="bwb1" border="0" alt="bwb1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Byo692cUhls/TpVDAdAJTII/AAAAAAAABo4/xWV8XZv1b30/bwb1_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="325" height="544" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; again the backdrop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and the latest one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-_m293L5Yyok/TpVDBcn5CrI/AAAAAAAABpA/kB9_TEAB-F0/s1600-h/bwb2%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="bwb2" border="0" alt="bwb2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-cfNEBukzMlk/TpVDCLemgBI/AAAAAAAABpI/y4_R2MWNfMk/bwb2_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="325" height="489" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;RM25 only itupun masih hutang! ah ah ah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;to this date, aku sudah ada 7 helai bat wing blouse. syukurlah nak. satu minggu straight pun boleh aku ber-bat wing blouse. aihh ada ada jak kesukaan manusia ni kan. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ok. cukuplah tuh, Ona. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-7969696749986993617?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7969696749986993617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=7969696749986993617&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/7969696749986993617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/7969696749986993617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/10/bat-wing-blouse.html' title='bat wing blouse'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gzesMvGTRA4/TpVC-gB31BI/AAAAAAAABoo/2lKkGfQiRi4/s72-c/bwb_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-2756824578888240220</id><published>2011-10-11T14:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T14:03:25.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arguments are expensive</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;last, last week. i cant really recall. husband and i were fighting. arguing. on something that is funny now, cause i don't really remember. but what i can remember, the fight was quiet big. we were not talking like normal for days. faking smiles to each other when there is other people around us. and when it is only just the two of us, there you go. cold war.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;fighting or arguments before married and after married was way different. i missed those days. where i, me and only myself get to pick the fight and win win win. HAHA. but that was before. after married, picking a fight was not an option for asking attention or demanding for some sort of control in the relationship (like before married). it wasn't picked. its always there. through a smallest thing to the biggest thing. oh you can fight about it all with your spouse. you know there’s are wise saying that you can easily hurt the one you loved the most. i fight with my husband almost everyday you knoww. maksudnya apa. dialah orang yang paling aku sayang kan. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;*bukan calon isteri mithali aduhai*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i am still very new in marriage life. sampai sekarang, aku still rasa shocked ala ala culture shocked dengan kehidupan berumahtangga. handling your boyfriend or fiancee is much more easy okay. jangan lah kamu kahwin awal awal =P &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;but we must know, tiada perkara kebiasaan yang tidak boleh kita ubah. yes we do need to change a lot for the sake of the marriage. kadang kita expect the husband to change about his habit for not-picking-up-his-plate-after-eating. contohlah. but i tell you, i am over this. husband aku macam inilah dia. satu dua kali aku tegur, minta dia buat. tapi lama lama aku rasa macam ah-tak-perlu-lah-biar-aku-saja-yang-buat. selagi aku tidak redha atas perkara ini, inilah dia fight yang aku kan pick untuk hari itu atau untuk hari hari. HAHA. belum lagi pasal jemur kain, lipat kain, buang sampah. itupun boleh jadi bahan tau. aih sandih kan aku?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;except your spouse they way they are. and in the mean time change your habit to please your spouse. confused much? ini tolerate nama dia. teehee. and it must be APPLICABLE to both side. kalau satu side seja yang buat macam tuh, that is not TOLERATE. lagi sekali. there’s a wise saying that the first five years of marriage adalah masa yang paling crucial/critical sekali untuk kau mengenali suami/isteri kau. so this is my first five years of probation. and Alhamdulillah i love it even though we stumble upon rocky roads at time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ehe. aku becakap macam sudah lama kahwin seja kan. HAHA. bukan lah apa. aku suka tau tulis tulis macam neh sebab directly aku sedang menasihati diri sendiri tau. first hand lagi. in fact aku harap aku semat kata-kata sendiri, nanti malam husband aku baca neh, dia pun semat kata kata wife dia. InsyaAllah. dalam tahun pertama lagi perkahwinan kami telah melalui suatu saat yang getir. sebenarnya moment itu precious. precious sekalii. and we are proud that we have those moments.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;soo. what I'm trying to say here is fighting/arguments are common in marriage. &lt;strong&gt;what's important is that to always find ways to RECONCILE&lt;/strong&gt;. loves needs effort. tak cukup kau siang malam ber-love-love-an sahaja ya abang *tibatiba*. sebab kalau sudah kau start rasa putus asa antara satu sama lain, then you should stop loving each other. *sedihnya*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1sjMRMl3YkI/TpPcHqYg9nI/AAAAAAAABoY/0uYzOE02JSw/s1600-h/aae%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="aae" border="0" alt="aae" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-rVQwoyxj2uk/TpPcJ6JKKuI/AAAAAAAABog/Jbc0CCt1xjU/aae_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;jadi hari tuh di atas pertengkaran kami yang tidak seberapa, aku dan suami pun bercadang untuk menginap di hotel satu malam. motif? to give us a message that arguments are expensive. HAHA. no lah. of course to reconcile!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and last. jangan takbur dan mesti sentiasa berdoa untuk kebahagian rumahtangga. mohon di panjangkan jodoh di dunia dan akhirat. Amin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: habislah lepas neh asal aku check in hotel orang cop laki bini bergaduh. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: sebetulnya aku mau buat entri pasal stay di hotel neh. tiba tiba boleh tulis benda lain lain pula. hahanantamlah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;psss: i love you lah Aby. bulan depan kita gaduh lagi okai? =p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-2756824578888240220?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/2756824578888240220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=2756824578888240220&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/2756824578888240220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/2756824578888240220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/10/arguments-are-expensive.html' title='arguments are expensive'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-rVQwoyxj2uk/TpPcJ6JKKuI/AAAAAAAABog/Jbc0CCt1xjU/s72-c/aae_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-1333102597223595460</id><published>2011-10-11T09:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T09:32:42.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fourth pillar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sudah lama aku menangguh-nangguh entry yang ini. bukanlah aku banyak kerja betul pun di office tuh. cuma ada beberapa perkara yang memerlukan lebih tumpuan. cewahh. budget terror betul! ah ah ah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ceritanya hari itu selepas kenyang makan open house agensi-agensi islam Sabah, aku dan husband drop by booth Pusat Zakat Sabah (PZS) sebab aku memang sudah lama bercita-cita untuk membuat potongan zakat melalui gaji. tapi langkah ndak pandai panjang ni bah jadi benda neh sudah tertangguh-tangguh buat sekian lamanya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pertama, sebab aku TIDAK TAHU betapa pentingnya buat benda neh. Husband memang sudah lama buat pemotongan sebab masa dorang mula kerja lagi, jabatan memang uruskan zakat melalui potongan gaji neh. panggil orang PZS datang office lagi. in the mean time, aku yang bermula kerja dengan company yang tidak mengambil berat pasal neh, jadi pada aku, tahun-tahun bayar zakat fitrah, then i’m okay. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;kedua, aku memang kurang ilmu T_T. tapi Alhamdulillah. hari itu aku telah tahu bahawa zakat penggajian ini adalah WAJIB mengikut syarat. dan aku passed semua syarat-syarat tuh. Islam. Merdeka. Sempurna Milik. Cukup Nisab (pendapatan bersih setahun melebihi RM10500) dan Cukup Haul. &lt;a href="http://epanduan.wordpress.com/2009/09/17/cara-kira-zakat-pendapatan-2/"&gt;klik untuk penjelasan bagi setiapnya&lt;/a&gt;. jadi mestilah buat okeh. untuk mensucikan hati dan diri. kadang kadang boleh juga jadi duit gaji kita tuh ndak bersih sebab masa bekerja di jadikan masa untuk menulis belog. eh Ona, boleh kau jangan jujur sangat? HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pesan kakak zakat tuh dengan aku;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;“duit gaji kita bulan bulan bukan kita yang punya, Allah jugak yang bagi, pinjamkan”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;iyalah. gaji berapa ribu pun ikut kenaikan budget yang di bentangkan manusia biasa still semuanya adalah rezeki yang datang dari Allah swt. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku suggest kawan-kawan aku yang lainnya bolehlah semak kelayakan masing-masing. kawan-kawan aku neh kebanyakannya golongan professional yaa. ramai jurutera lagi tau. HAHAHA. siap. maka berasaplah kawan kawan enginner aku. HAHAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zakat.sabah.gov.my/Pengiraan%20Zakat%20Pengajian.htm"&gt;boleh klik pautan ini untuk kalkulator pengiraan zakat penggajian&lt;/a&gt;. oh ayat sungguh ayat kerajaan. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: ish. adakah entri menyampaikan ilmu ter-HAHAHAHA sana sini.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: lepas daftar dapat goodies tau. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-1333102597223595460?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1333102597223595460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=1333102597223595460&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/1333102597223595460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/1333102597223595460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/10/fourth-pillar.html' title='the fourth pillar'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-5944311511562655102</id><published>2011-10-07T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T16:08:32.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings: of ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;these few days i feel mad/angry at myself. sometimes i feel like i am two different person inside. my heart would not allow what my brain says. and so my brain would not allow what my heart says. complicated much? one thing that they agree on is “pregnancy is a scary thing”. HAHA. to make it more confusing and interesting,&amp;#160; one day they both are so fired up about one thing (read: pregnancy). but then the next day, here they go again “pregnancy is a scary thing”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i am lost between both of them. when will i get to say?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i am terribly confuse with myself. I've been reading a lot. i learn to be grateful from reading other people’s stories. *alih bahasa hahaha* belajar redha dengan memahami aturan Allah. aku perbaiki kelemahan diri sedikit demi sedikit. sampai satu tahap aku rasa bersyukur perkara ini terjadi pada aku.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;cumanya. why don't i still feel that i am not ready to start all over again? truth is, the more the months are counted, the more i get confuse with myself. bukankah aku sepatutnya heal selari dengan pertambahan masa. eh. aku rasa aku telah healed. cumanya. aku belum bersedia untuk bermula lagi. sebabnya. aku takut ia berlaku lagi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku takut menjadi takut selama sembilan bulan. mampukah hati ku tahan perasaan takut tanpa henti selama sembilan bulan. tidakkah hati ku pecah kerana takut tanpa henti untuk sembilan bulan. sembilan bulan bukan sekejap. aku takut untuk takut selama itu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tapi. apa guna aku redha. apa guna aku berdoa. apa guna segala perbualan (solat) ku yang tetap kepada Allah kalau keyakinan ku terhadap DIA senipis ini.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sesungguhnya, tiada benda yang pasti di dunia. fikiran ku ada dua, jika memang rezeki ku ini di dunia. Alhamdulillah. jika bukan di dunia, tetap ada anak yang menanti aku di sana. di kehidupan yang kekal kan. tiada apa yang aku rugi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;mungkin patut kepala aku di ketuk berkali kali oleh pasangan suami isteri yang sudah lama berharap untuk mempunyai cahaya mata. mereka mereka yang telah lama berusaha untuk mengandung. sebab aku. mengandung saja sudah aku takutkan. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;byelah. aku rasa aku perlu belajar lebih banyak lagi dari alam. HAHA. supaya aku faham suatu konsep bahawa apa saja yang menjadi kepunyaan kita di dunia ini adalah pinjaman. semoga hilanglah segala rasa takut, bimbang, risau dan gusar yang aku alami neh. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;terima kasih kerana membaca.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: from the moment I'm writing this entry, i shall promised to myself, that i will always look ‘down’. be grateful. cari keyakinan aku terhadapNya. ini yang paling penting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: atau mungkin aku patut redah saja apa yang ada di depan ku. hidup seperti biasa. dan menyerahkan segala urusan kepada tuhan ku selepas aku habis berusaha. berusaha itu mandatori, tetapi hasil selepas berusaha adalah urusan tuhan =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-5944311511562655102?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5944311511562655102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=5944311511562655102&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5944311511562655102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5944311511562655102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/10/ramblings-of-ramblings.html' title='ramblings: of ramblings'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-5603772364915859058</id><published>2011-10-06T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T15:59:45.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear April, its been six months…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;wow. time did flies so fast. for some people. but not for me. everything about you was still so fresh. but I'm glad i managed to go through this positively. though it might took half of my sanity away with you. teehee. no lah. mummy is still in rehab. recovering myself from the pain of losing you. and also the ‘pain’ of gaining the true knowledge behind everything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ah aku asal start speaking memang sudah emotionally unstable. anak pertamalah pula kan. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so yesterday, both of us (mummy and babah) took a day off from work. cuddling long in the bed until morning passed us by. lepas tu bangun dan bersiap menemui April. actually i was in my time of the month, ragu ragu sebenarnya untuk ke kubur. some say perempuan datang haid HARAM menziarah kubur. tapi ada yang cakap juga, tidak pernah ada hadis or hukum yang menyatakan jelas pasal hukum perempuan datang haid atau tidak ini di benarkan ke kubur. menziarah kubur hukumnya harus sebab tempat itu akan menimbulkan keinsafan pada kita dengan mengingat akan kematian. ada juga yang cakap perempuan di MAKRUH kan ke kubur apabila dia di khuatiri lemah dalam mengawal emosi. takut dia menangis meratap di kubur dan perkara MAKRUH neh eloklah kita jangan buat terus kan. tapi pikir punya pikir, aku balik sama niat ku seja lah. i am not going to cry my heart out pun di sana. cukuplah i can see ‘her’. bersih bersihkan kubur dan sekitarnya. sekejap pun jadi. Allah lebih mengetahui.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so when we we’re there, ternyata kubur April bersih sahaja =)). husband and I just cabut cabut rumput around her place. aku sudah niat untuk tanam sesuatu di situ. husband pula cuci the marbles. some more he said “ihh macam aby mau polish seja bah”. teehee. nda dapat lama pun sebab it was started to rain and both of us were sharing payung sudah and then saying our goodbye to the little angel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;there is no more crying. instead i feel so wonderful of having her. perasaan yang setiap kali aku akan dapat selepas dari sana adalah ketenangan. betul lah orang cakap, anak-anak memang pengubat hati lara. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-jQ1wk1IULbc/To1f2eeHXPI/AAAAAAAABoQ/qAsQNCULlJE/s1600-h/da1%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="da1" border="0" alt="da1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-j1zI_5jNK0I/To1f52i-sWI/AAAAAAAABoU/4baQsQxOBEk/da1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;the very first thing that babah bought after knowing that April Tanisha’ coming. teehee. mari berdoa agar mummy di kurniakan lebih keberanian dan kekuatan untuk menggunakan semula buku ini. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: next update: The Fourth Pillar; aku baru tahu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-5603772364915859058?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5603772364915859058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=5603772364915859058&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5603772364915859058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5603772364915859058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-april-its-been-six-months.html' title='Dear April, its been six months…'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-j1zI_5jNK0I/To1f52i-sWI/AAAAAAAABoU/4baQsQxOBEk/s72-c/da1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-4792645215431662162</id><published>2011-09-28T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:55:58.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not so wordless wednesday: puppy love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-4BCGNm31KiM/ToLE9nkarHI/AAAAAAAABoI/Cw2ikMvjm84/s1600-h/DSC05619a%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC05619a" border="0" alt="DSC05619a" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-nQSAprus36s/ToLE_E_eEiI/AAAAAAAABoM/oDn87jfONu0/DSC05619a_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt; fishy love?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;picture was taken during husband and wife Aquaria visit May this year. siapa pernah pegi sana? HAHA *macam soalan budak budak* . tempat itu bestlah. selepas hari hari penat laku-kan jualan tudung orang orang di Masjid India dan Jalan TAR. jalan jalan lah pula ke sini. luaskan pemandangan selain pemandangan tudung. aih pesanan khidmat masyarakat betul =.=”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-4792645215431662162?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4792645215431662162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=4792645215431662162&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4792645215431662162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4792645215431662162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-so-wordless-wednesday-puppy-love.html' title='not so wordless wednesday: puppy love?'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-nQSAprus36s/ToLE_E_eEiI/AAAAAAAABoM/oDn87jfONu0/s72-c/DSC05619a_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-6321736045875248724</id><published>2011-09-26T16:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T16:25:45.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>technology is funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;it was suppose to bring people closer. it was suppose to make people connect. mendekatkan yang jauh. ergghh a very very very important ‘tool’ for LDR. tapi teknologi lucu. bukan itu sahaja yang dia buat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;dia juga boleh menjauhkan orang yang dekat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-CUoyeX9mGJc/ToA2v3xBKGI/AAAAAAAABnk/jpaS2VKjpv0/s1600-h/tif1%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="tif1" border="0" alt="tif1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-_ZRvxDtEpYM/ToA2x1OOkPI/AAAAAAAABno/SWOqJD8Nv04/tif1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;case no. 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-SVrZeAQGK40/ToA2y-zGdDI/AAAAAAAABns/sv6eP2yjPXY/s1600-h/tif2%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="tif2" border="0" alt="tif2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-5rKceT_zaw4/ToA20speEMI/AAAAAAAABnw/SszsN6h4FAs/tif2_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; case no. 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i hate it soo much when husband and i were not talking/chatting to each other masa makan especially di kedai makan. do you guys experience this as well? its killing me. both of us were busy with our handphones. geram lah. dulu, i was the first with the smartphone before the husband. asyik asyik tengok handphone saja *kebaruan*. husband was still old skool. bawa bawa cerita pun aku layan layan macam tu saja. HAHAHA. nda lama lepas tu husband tukar phone pakai Xperia Play. ok this phone is a WICKED LADY. a home wrecker. she’s always there between us. our midnight chatting also regarding her “aihh macamana neh ah aby mau kasi naik level?” “susah mau mati ini ketua dia neh” “mati kau mati kau mati kau”. aduh tolong aku. kadang kadang aku berdoa agar husband ku pulang bermain di pangkuan ku. eh aku sedih betul betul neh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="tif3" border="0" alt="tif3" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-LuAdrP7KI9s/ToA21g-AmGI/AAAAAAAABn0/rUCopcEWQRI/tif3_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i tried to stop him from giving his attention to elsewhere rather than me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i really need to make some rules/limits/boundaries pasal benda neh. rupanya masa aku twitt ini, some of my friends terus respon okay bagi tips to deal an so on. two of my favourites&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;buat rules untuk masa handphoneless. seperti masa makan atau masa berada di dining table. atau dalam kes aku masa di atas katil sebab masa ini lah paling kritikal laki aku sibuk membunuh penjahat sambil teriak “matik. matik. matik” T_____T *game*&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;join him. because definitely aku nda dapat buat dia stop playing or as for me stop twitting. so let it be fair and square. join him play matik matik matik. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;have you ever taste the soft shell crab at Salut Seafood?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-39596dbJqyA/ToA224r2KiI/AAAAAAAABn4/SQa7FMOi5i0/s1600-h/tif5%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="tif5" border="0" alt="tif5" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ijXJwgDB5fA/ToA23xDGjhI/AAAAAAAABn8/9MBJXr1WAfk/tif5_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;this crab helps us to put down both of our handphones and start our doa makan together, kaut nasi together, buat cecah sambal together, aby tolong ambilkan umy lauk yang jauh, nanti umy plak tolong kautkan aby sayur sebab aby malas makan sayur, aby puji ketam neh sedap tapi masakan umy lagi sedap. ah-ha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt; and they lived happy ever after. the end.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ushA_1sGWr8/ToA248jQP9I/AAAAAAAABoA/D48amGQsiTs/s1600-h/tif4%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="tif4" border="0" alt="tif4" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-G1klvYyYNac/ToA26MV9IsI/AAAAAAAABoE/fsbXJxaefPg/tif4_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: sengaja aku letak gambar tu ah ah ah. mau pegi lagi ah ah ah. dasarnya aku neh satu kali ndak puas lagi T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-6321736045875248724?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6321736045875248724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=6321736045875248724&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/6321736045875248724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/6321736045875248724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/technology-is-funny.html' title='technology is funny'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-_ZRvxDtEpYM/ToA2x1OOkPI/AAAAAAAABno/SWOqJD8Nv04/s72-c/tif1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-8090054065322474294</id><published>2011-09-21T14:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:38:04.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>johnny english//meatball bolognaise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;this entry was made out of boredom. movie review of Johnny English Reborn yang aku dan husband pergi tengok semalam.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-E0VcwfUC11E/TnmGOHH2a1I/AAAAAAAABnM/DpA7rQlJsek/s1600-h/johnny-english-reborn-preview%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="johnny-english-reborn-preview" border="0" alt="johnny-english-reborn-preview" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-j1L0OaSS2UM/TnmGPNpH4mI/AAAAAAAABnQ/WyEi9tgJJko/johnny-english-reborn-preview_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;rating aku bagi 3 dari 5. jalan cerita movie light sebab memang genre dia begitu lah kan. movie cerita light light begini tapi lucu bagi orang banyak ketawa dan gembira. cumanya aku tidak begitu ketawa seperti ketawa yang telah awal aku sangkakan aku akan ketawa. got what i mean? teehee. entahlah. expectation aku tinggi mungkin. yang pasti aku tengok HANTU BONCENG lebih banyak ketawa dari yang neh. HUAH.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-BHk0BkTZ61I/TnmGPwh4WLI/AAAAAAAABnU/Zwn-zF-PEZw/s1600-h/johnny-english-reborn%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="johnny-english-reborn" border="0" alt="johnny-english-reborn" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vIPjsJ1ei5c/TnmGQ0DLP6I/AAAAAAAABnY/lhn9ji0SkKE/johnny-english-reborn_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="405" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tapi aku suka tengok perempuan neh. awek si Johnny English merangkap doktor pakar tingkahlaku manusia (?). the way she walks and talks, elegant saja. thats the kind of women i want to be. but i dont think that my height/appearance is suitable enough to carry elegant. nampak macam budak saja HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;last.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-a7POPHEyv4Y/TnmGRwE-Y4I/AAAAAAAABnc/ccouYl5jAZw/s1600-h/ww3%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="ww3" border="0" alt="ww3" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-jW4_vjDvfSs/TnmGSysaJEI/AAAAAAAABng/5DTd2pw4ZNs/ww3_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="479" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku rasa aku mampu makan benda ini hari hari. HARI HARI hari neh pun mau –_-“&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: aku tapandai mau review movie lah. tapi aku pandai cerita cerita kosong hasil dari tengok movie tu. sama? no no. not even close.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-8090054065322474294?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8090054065322474294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=8090054065322474294&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8090054065322474294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8090054065322474294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/johnny-englishmeatball-bolognaise.html' title='johnny english//meatball bolognaise'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-j1L0OaSS2UM/TnmGPNpH4mI/AAAAAAAABnQ/WyEi9tgJJko/s72-c/johnny-english-reborn-preview_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-6639706589756112245</id><published>2011-09-21T09:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:51:58.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not so wordless wednesday: reports</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bila mana aku tiba tiba rasa blank dan stress * padahal stress sebab ndak sempat sempat kejar timeline orang dalam twitter hahahaha* masa tengah tengah buat report tu, aku akan bawa minda aku ke tempat yang dia suka.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="ww1" border="0" alt="ww1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2ODk38wxzv8/TnlCbHV7GaI/AAAAAAAABnA/exMb5OxrVaw/ww1_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;buat seja atas kertas draft report tu. biar dia jadi pemangkin aku kerja. lepas minda aku habis rasa seronok, sambung semula kerja dengan semangat baru.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-20GFWYUPkL8/TnlCce__haI/AAAAAAAABnE/cyQRapNax_c/s1600-h/ww2%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="ww2" border="0" alt="ww2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-7wLWUYRKjwM/TnlCd8DWwII/AAAAAAAABnI/NAFwMK43cMc/ww2_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;close up lah sikit dia. try this at your office. cause it helps!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;=))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-6639706589756112245?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6639706589756112245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=6639706589756112245&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/6639706589756112245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/6639706589756112245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-so-wordless-wednesday-reports.html' title='not so wordless wednesday: reports'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2ODk38wxzv8/TnlCbHV7GaI/AAAAAAAABnA/exMb5OxrVaw/s72-c/ww1_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-8261136073239416098</id><published>2011-09-20T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T13:38:54.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;InsyaAllah. di suatu hari yang baik nanti. bila ada rezeki. aku dan suami punya our own love nest. aku akan hias ia secantik nya. sampai suami aku bisa konfius. ini rumah atau show room IKEA. haha. tidaklah. cukup asal rumah itu membahagiakan. tidak perlu ia fancy segala. asalkan dapat melindungi aku dan suami serta anak anak kami nanti. InsyaAllah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;berfikir pasal rumah sendiri buat aku angan angan jauh. pertama, aku mahu katil dan tilam yang besar. spring mahal yang tahan sampai 15 tahun. aku tahu tilam jenis begitu kalau tiada lima ribu jangan lah kau pergi tengok tengok. tapi aku masih boleh angan angan kan? funny is tilam sekarang neh pun tilam murahan but i still have my good night sleep that i need =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;kedua, aku mahu tempat masak yang ada hood. padahal aku pun ragu ragu guna dia apa. kepentingan dia apa. tapi aku mahu. sebab macam style. dan akan buat aku lebih rajin masak. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ini dua sahaja benda yang aku utamakan dahulu kalau fikir pasal rumah. teehee. katil/tilam dan dapur. very basic needs pada aku. lepas makan, tidur. bahagialah. HAHAHAHA. benda benda yang lain masuk pada fasa angan angan yang lain =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tips yang aku dapat dari ‘otai’ is to always look up for offer katil/tilam. untung untung boleh dapat tilam+katil king size dengan harga RM3500. jadi aku kena rajin survey offer lah mulai sekarang *duhh semangat lebih* bukanlah apa juga kalau mau beli tilam mahal kah murah. yang penting tilam mesti sedap di pakai selepas seharian kerja menbanting tulang mencari rezeki. kerana itulah pada aku tilam ‘WIN’.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pergi try test ELBA punya kitchen set (stove and hood) di rumah abang aku. bisingnya yak ampun hood tu kerja. macam bikin bingung tukang masak pula. HAHAHAHA. lepas tu aku rajin jugak survey barang barang dapur dan perhiasan merapu merapu gitu. kaison lah yang banyak barang barang macam neh. dan juga Homes. kedai lima ringgit barangan jepun. lebih kurang Daiso. tapi barangan daiso lagi banyak dan macam macam *hish hish memang semangat lebih*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;hasil lawatan sambil angan angan ke Homes ahad lepas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-h93BKr_-igc/Tngmq_0k54I/AAAAAAAABmY/ROR9JRgHN5c/s1600-h/IMAG0375%25255B1%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0375" border="0" alt="IMAG0375" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6c65L5hXzxw/TngmtMgekOI/AAAAAAAABmc/ot6QySfjLZw/IMAG0375_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="287" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;haaa ini aku punya sudu kaut sup ayam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-KeERbw4tBj4/Tngmub3ndJI/AAAAAAAABmg/G7_BT-TY1OE/s1600-h/pm2%25255B1%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="pm2" border="0" alt="pm2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-leOgD32e5C0/TngmxOivCII/AAAAAAAABmk/FC1zCKcuDWw/pm2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;ini aku punya erm erm ini barang untuk apa ah? hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ku7h7gBkV0c/Tngmy018suI/AAAAAAAABmo/XRbrjuppBtE/s1600-h/pm3%25255B1%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="pm3" border="0" alt="pm3" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-pcrgfPSglkk/Tngm0bmH_8I/AAAAAAAABms/z6oo-mzhcvo/pm3_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;dust pan aka pengaut sampah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-jdkYkk005KE/Tngm1f6nQtI/AAAAAAAABmw/2s_EhwaMk3w/s1600-h/pm4%25255B1%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="pm4" border="0" alt="pm4" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-IXsIriUAOBk/Tngm24gQ2tI/AAAAAAAABm0/z7TCMATzzpQ/pm4_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="287" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;pencuci tandas WAJIB ada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wxxrsmOWuHA/Tngm45IxJJI/AAAAAAAABm4/v_dqhMm2Ab4/s1600-h/pm5%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="pm5" border="0" alt="pm5" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-uuRSRVl4rPk/Tngm6_Yav4I/AAAAAAAABm8/gDWKXVmkcLk/pm5_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all my glasses, pinggan-pinggan, bakul, tray kah apa yang sewaktu dengannya&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;baru puas hati aku. memang home sweet home lah!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: dengan ini aku declare Homes lagi best dari Daiso. haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: survey survey dari sekarang untuk kegunaan masa depan dan juga untuk di jadikan aim supaya lebih kuat kerja.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-8261136073239416098?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8261136073239416098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=8261136073239416098&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8261136073239416098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8261136073239416098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/pink-madness.html' title='pink madness'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6c65L5hXzxw/TngmtMgekOI/AAAAAAAABmc/ot6QySfjLZw/s72-c/IMAG0375_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-4424453647018882721</id><published>2011-09-20T10:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T10:21:06.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danish lil sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;last sunday we went to my Brother’s place to pay a visit upon a new darling in the family. my mom second grand daughter after April Tanisha of course. and the first niece in the family =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;presenting the girl version of Danish. specially untuk tatapan aunty Dimple. semoga aunty aunty tidak cemburu buta selepas ini. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vScBKv-4OCA/Tnf4a6RNi7I/AAAAAAAABlw/8H2lhfpbPfw/s1600-h/dls%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="dls" border="0" alt="dls" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-E2maIohNCNk/Tnf4bw1EM1I/AAAAAAAABl0/CpW1VWuki8Y/dls_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="454" height="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi! my name is Mimi Humairah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;cute la bah kan this baby? in fact all babies are cute. cute sampai aku rasa macam mau buat dia jadi keychain =P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;after tengok tengok baby (aku belum berani pegang atau peluk cium kah apa hehe), aku pergi main dengan Abang dia, Danish. jadi gambar danish saja yang lebih banyak dari biasa. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-U65rdI21iAk/Tnf4c1sY5LI/AAAAAAAABl4/tRTaczKfd70/s1600-h/dls1%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="dls1" border="0" alt="dls1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zusSIVSQ_P0/Tnf4d8HZGJI/AAAAAAAABl8/Iky_FoLRzyE/dls1_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="454" height="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;antara percubaan aku untuk menangkap dia T_T&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-mIny9F8Mjx4/Tnf4fOsTX1I/AAAAAAAABmA/D9gLa97qxAM/s1600-h/dls2%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="dls2" border="0" alt="dls2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-lPrjw_8qglQ/Tnf4gB8zWqI/AAAAAAAABmE/eXgGQtiu8YM/dls2_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="455" height="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;sudah di tangkap tapi nda berenti bergerak grrrrrr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-x6V2VnX-tRk/Tnf4hNZOERI/AAAAAAAABmI/TuQerx1qlR8/s1600-h/dls4%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="dls4" border="0" alt="dls4" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-QBkaXteWGRE/Tnf4iXGd9cI/AAAAAAAABmM/taSa0ci_IE0/dls4_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="317" height="463" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;si monkey pants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-kaW7wKfghek/Tnf4jG97MiI/AAAAAAAABmQ/MVeg8rgypNg/s1600-h/dls3%25255B10%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="dls3" border="0" alt="dls3" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-sDt40Qpk6ds/Tnf4kJf-DrI/AAAAAAAABmU/PJ1pE7jN8EY/dls3_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="317" height="446" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;monkey pants + air liur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;oklah bai. lepas neh aunty ada update lain lagi. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-4424453647018882721?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4424453647018882721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=4424453647018882721&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4424453647018882721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4424453647018882721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/danish-lil-sister.html' title='Danish lil sister'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-E2maIohNCNk/Tnf4bw1EM1I/AAAAAAAABl0/CpW1VWuki8Y/s72-c/dls_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-5673489808004293144</id><published>2011-09-19T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T16:32:50.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th syawal: open house</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;it is not an open house actually. my husband was away during the so called open house. sekadar mengambil kesempatan sementara chief cook (my mommeh) was in town. kawan kawan berhampiran sahaja yang di panggil dan juga kawan kawan yang aku berhutangan datang ke open housenya. HAHA. jadi ini adalah an unofficial open house =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;akan ada banyak gambar scroll dari sini dan ke bawah kerana aku akan bercerita menerusi gambar. untuk kesejahteraan kita bersama. menghilangkan rasa mengantuk dan stress di pejabat, di samping membantu orang orang yang punya sikap malas membaca *macam aku* T__T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-w6KQnant5P0/Tnb-BexTWuI/AAAAAAAABlA/B2y9Pu38GFM/s1600-h/oh1%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="oh1" border="0" alt="oh1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hd7p-PrfTUE/Tnb-CLZvvgI/AAAAAAAABlE/b1P8S_PrJvs/oh1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="457" height="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tetamu aku yang paling awal tiba. yang di tengah tu paling awal datang dan paling lambat pulang. nasib baik juga dia mau pulang bah. the preggy mommy was cinoi’s sister. and the one in the blue shirt. kawan ku yang aku suruh datang awal awal sebab aku risau dia belum makan T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/--DsbkqS9X3w/Tnb-Dc8NLQI/AAAAAAAABlI/aOt8frpMgPA/s1600-h/oh2%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="oh2" border="0" alt="oh2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-9oBMH_bod-M/Tnb-EMZDfcI/AAAAAAAABlM/1eIJUZk82sc/oh2_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="455" height="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Azmah @ As, orang yang aku berhutang open housenya. hehe. Azam di belakang yang baru sampai dan tiada mood. sampai sampai terus masuk belakang sofa aunty =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-5k2qT4cahKM/Tnb-FA1YsuI/AAAAAAAABlQ/NM2q14pDLBE/s1600-h/oh3%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="oh3" border="0" alt="oh3" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Fd0lOxOnMYY/Tnb-F_XQP0I/AAAAAAAABlU/xyFcI-ReuKg/oh3_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="454" height="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; picture paling adorable. aku memang failed ambil gambar babies sebab diorang kuat bergerak. time neh Mira buat mwah mwah sampai baby Danish ketawa. on the second thought, aku terbayang mama dua dua babies neh sedang gossip. hah macam ini jugaklah!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-cYzhB4ybEJM/Tnb-HcECkRI/AAAAAAAABlY/J91aomzXLA4/s1600-h/oh6%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="oh6" border="0" alt="oh6" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-V9Oqrw6jdFQ/Tnb-IdCuxnI/AAAAAAAABlc/ml2UBnwpeR0/oh6_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="453" height="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sampai jugak dorang neh ke rumah ku. my blogger friends met my best friends. akhirnya kami semua no longer virtual friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-DQud7WNSMdA/Tnb-JhIo9aI/AAAAAAAABlg/EOKezjy8IHo/s1600-h/oh4%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="oh4" border="0" alt="oh4" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-TD1SWH5Kl-E/Tnb-Kg4yG-I/AAAAAAAABlk/QSgT0EXuCpk/oh4_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="455" height="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nah kau. macam the bloggers gathering sudah. ini sejalah gambar ramai ramai aku yang terbaik. walaupun senyuman aku di sini hem hem macam too much going on HAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tiada pun gambar aku dengan my newly sew kurung riben pakai malam tu. tapi boleh view dekat entry Aima di &lt;a href="http://tsukinano.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-ona-crazy-for-cotton.html"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt; dan di &lt;a href="http://tsukinano.blogspot.com/2011/09/syawal-20-open-house-rinaericona.html"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;. dua kali featured tu *oh malunya saya hahaha*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and last but not least.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ZgvISbbUluk/Tnb-Lr3oJ4I/AAAAAAAABlo/Ig6jH9J4cL8/s1600-h/oh5%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="oh5" border="0" alt="oh5" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-UoZpyYAjHNg/Tnb-MZhMAAI/AAAAAAAABls/lYDjARVGb8s/oh5_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="473" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; geramnya budak neh banyak lemak. aku mau tumbuk bah tapi mamanya tinguk tinguk aku HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;bye. masa untuk pulang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-5673489808004293144?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5673489808004293144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=5673489808004293144&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5673489808004293144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5673489808004293144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/20th-syawal-open-house.html' title='20th syawal: open house'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hd7p-PrfTUE/Tnb-CLZvvgI/AAAAAAAABlE/b1P8S_PrJvs/s72-c/oh1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-3491461547668130887</id><published>2011-09-19T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:09:35.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings: switch task</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;hahahaha (eh baru mukadimah sudah ketawa). aku tidak begitu ingat bagaimana cerita ini bermula. tapi aku pasti ingat endingnya sampai bila bila. the facial expression was priceless.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bUVjD0IvjUQ/Tnatcpj3cyI/AAAAAAAABkw/rS5-5mGJ9sA/s1600-h/rst%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="rst" border="0" alt="rst" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-JzYLEBXpiFk/TnatdzDkXGI/AAAAAAAABk0/XsFPMBVcJxM/rst_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="412" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;status itu based on true story. ceritanya pada suatu sabtu yang mana aku selalu mengambil peluang untuk tidur lebih lama sampai jam sepuluh HAHAHA (but mind you tidur semula selepas solat subuh memang menjadikan aku begitu selalu) tapi still aku bangun lebih awal dari husband, kami berdua sudah bercadang untuk pulang ke kampung husband kerana ada kenduri adik-ipar-dihantar-duit-oleh-rombongan-tunang. maka aku sudah bangun lambat bersiap juga lambat sibuk mengarah husband membanting tulang bersama untuk mencuci kain, menyidai kain, mencuci piring, masak, makan, sapu rumah, mop rumah etcetera etcetera. di ikuti dengan dengus dengus ku yang comel. HUAH. kemudian perbualan di bawah terjadi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;husband: umy neh lambat lambat lambat…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wife: bah tolong lah umy neh. umy neh sudalah bangun awal (dang!), mau cuci kain, kemas dapur lagi, masak manalah sempat buat semua cepat cepat..aby tolong la bah umy neh kalau semua mau cepat siap…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;husband: aih. aby tolong bah umy. umy cakap seja apa mau minta tolong. APA BAH KERJA DI RUMAH NEH YANG ABY NDAK PERNAH BIKIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sengaja aku capslock supaya semua kamu tahu yang husband aku sebenarnya such a helper at home. cumanya bermusim hahaha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wife: ok. fine. apa kata aby testlah buat kerja umy satu hari. bangun awal. masak. cuci kain, lipat kain, ah semuanyalah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;husband: aih buli bah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(aku ndak puas hati semudah itu dia menyahut cabaran)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wife: eh bukan satu hari lah. satu minggu. aby buat semuaaaaa kerja umy. balik kerja tu terus masak makan malam ah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;husband: aih. kenapalah satu minggu. buli bahhhh. tapi. kalau aby bikin semua kerja umy, umy bikin apa lah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(hah. di sinilah matinya)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wife: UMY BUAT KERJA ABY LAH. BANGUN LAMBAT. ONLINE. TENGOK BOLA. MAIN GAME.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;lepas tu aku ketawa kuat kuat. macam ketawa kemenangan tu bah. apa yang sudah aku menang pun aku ndak tau. tapi tengok muka husband aku terkedu macam mau senyum atau ndak senyum tu memanglah priceless. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-AFqnXkgu4o8/TnatfEFliYI/AAAAAAAABk4/2wJg29dX72M/s1600-h/rst1%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="rst1" border="0" alt="rst1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-CQZxUiumI5Y/TnathdWzFfI/AAAAAAAABk8/QBE8oUe0Jd4/rst1_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="488" height="442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;tiada kena mengena dengan cerita di atas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: dear husband, i would rather spend my life arguing with you everyday  than a life without you. eceh *pingsan*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-3491461547668130887?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3491461547668130887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=3491461547668130887&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3491461547668130887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3491461547668130887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/ramblings-switch-task.html' title='Ramblings: switch task'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-JzYLEBXpiFk/TnatdzDkXGI/AAAAAAAABk0/XsFPMBVcJxM/s72-c/rst_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-5952393039851509897</id><published>2011-09-17T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T00:22:34.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cotton crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;went to 1 Borneo today to belanja anak buah ku yang baru habis UPSR the frozen yogurt thingy and to continue the filming of a tengok-tengok-baju-kerja the sequel. it was based on true story movie. and then i came up with an idea to boost up my spirit for work. from now on i will be wearing more slacks plus cardi to work and kurung for friday, maybe. let me feel like old times when working in private sector. hoping that i will act like one sweetest KULI that could not say NO to almost everything regarding work. teehee. things when bad in PADINI as expected. there is one more shoes that I'm eyeing on. oh this will never end right? wanting and wanting things *sigh*&amp;#160; things when moreeeeee bad when i bumped into Neena. we share one interest or craziness over COTTON.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qVwSLgpGouY/TnN3w7-wECI/AAAAAAAABko/1jvpLfLz7Yw/s1600-h/cc1%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="cc1" border="0" alt="cc1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-GUd_05536lc/TnN3yb0UEaI/AAAAAAAABks/vEo-Le-EW3k/cc1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="479" height="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; oh my cotton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;who doesn't? *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and look how pathetic i am. sanggup aku gambar cotton-cotton tu semua untuk aku kenang. HAHAHAHA. i have enough spending for the day and for the month actually. jadi cotton-cotton neh semua boleh tunggu bulan depan. atau bulan depan depannya lagi. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh now i feel like I'm talking crap in here. why do i don't miss my husband this much when I'm the one who went for outstation? *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-5952393039851509897?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5952393039851509897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=5952393039851509897&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5952393039851509897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5952393039851509897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/cotton-crazy.html' title='cotton crazy'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-GUd_05536lc/TnN3yb0UEaI/AAAAAAAABks/vEo-Le-EW3k/s72-c/cc1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-6472181367801202790</id><published>2011-09-15T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:27:41.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love cooking like i love you baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;haha boleh kah macam tu? tiru lagi lagu selena gomez.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HTcCysiJb54/TnIZZxjkQ5I/AAAAAAAABkg/B2cfTmK7mQw/s1600-h/IMAG0355%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0355" border="0" alt="IMAG0355" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Dv6dJFXIbso/TnIZaxlIGRI/AAAAAAAABkk/7c8kUduELGk/IMAG0355_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="485" height="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;hi! saya di beri nama Ayam tumis berlada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;hari hari memasak adalah memeningkan kepala. apatah lagi jenis aku dan husband aku yang agak memilih makanan. kalau dulu masa bujang aku boleh saja makan telur dan nasi kosong. selepas kawin rasa ndak sedap sudah makan macam tu. paling malas pun aku akan buka sardin. sebab aku tahu husband aku suka makan sardin bersama nasi panas. tambah berkali-kali semacam ada dadah seja di dalam sardin tu. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;biasanya after lunch time aku sudah mula fikir apa mau di masak untuk malam. ingat ingat lauk apa yang ada di dapur kalau ada yang kurang kena singgah supermarket on the way balik rumah nanti. sebab tu aku suka tweet pasal perkara masak memasak neh. knowledge aku yang paling least sekali adalah memasak (selain dari menjahit, baking, menganyam tikar, gunting rambut, hah apa aku cerita neh) dalam skill yang essential dalam rumah tangga. jadi aku rasa memasak adalah sesuatu yang adventurous. tiap kali i nailed a dish, it keeps me wanted to do more. lama kelamaan kitchen sudah jadi my territory, the place where i took control. wah hebak betul penerangan aku pasal memasak neh. semangat. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tapi aku bukan lah cook yang terror okay. aku just pandai masak masakan rumah. the way that i look at it, to define yourself as a good cook is enough that you’re good in cooking the food that your loved one enjoyed. jadi kata kunci nya di sini, know your partner favourite taste. in case of my husband, dia suka masakan pedas, masakan kampung. he never get bored with that. jadi aku tackle dia di bahagian ini lah. easy peasy. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku pernah tweet macam neh, dalam banyak banyak perasan, aku paling suka perasan pandai masak. mana tahu suatu hari impian jadi kenyataan. aku nda mau jadi chef ramsay, cukuplah kalau masakan aku buat husband aku teringat ingat tiap kali dia out station.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: everytime aku buat entry pasal masak memasak mesti aku rasa bangga semacam. HAHAHA. perasan lah konon yang aku neh sungguh housewife material.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: husband aku out station esok until sunday. oh wat a bummer =((&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-6472181367801202790?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6472181367801202790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=6472181367801202790&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/6472181367801202790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/6472181367801202790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-cooking-like-i-love-you-baby.html' title='i love cooking like i love you baby'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Dv6dJFXIbso/TnIZaxlIGRI/AAAAAAAABkk/7c8kUduELGk/s72-c/IMAG0355_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-6650618502723817468</id><published>2011-09-15T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T16:22:06.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;just a few minutes before 11am, husband aku call. jarang dia call aku masa pejabat. selalunya cuma messages.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“umy, aby eksiden. bawa kereta case tadi nda sedar gear nya masuk teros masa start terlajaklah kereta langgar tiang”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;dang!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh risaunya. kemalangan itu kecil. husband juga tiada apa. tapi tapi tapi. itu adalah case car.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;*husband aku sering bawa case car kerana kehendak pekerjaan dia. ada lah sedikit ujian yang perlu dia jalankan terhadap kereta itu sebab itulah kereta itu di sebut case car. oh payah lah aku mahu elaborate pekerjaan husband aku serupa apa* &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;herm mana mahu cari duit? ini kan musim paling kemarau sepanjang tahun. husband aku sudah mula kusut. tapi aku tetap bertenang. husband aku estimate dalam RM1500 untuk baiki kereta tu. so aku check akaun bank thru phone just untuk tahu duit ada berapa lagi tinggal. while husband aku sudah mula bercadang untuk jual sport rim ataupun handphone. you see kalau kemalangan itu berlaku terhadap kenari perkara ini akan kami tangguh ke masa yang sesuai *claim insurance*. tapi ini berlaku kepada case car. penyelesaiannya mesti sekarang =((&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tiba-tiba aku tengok baki akaun aku jadi banyak. malah lebih banyak dari hari kemarin *kemarin aku ada withdraw sedikit duit buat belanja minggu neh*. oh! ini duit outstation aku yang lepas lepas lah. Alhamdulillah. tiba tiba pula kau tiba. macam kau tahu saja kami sedang susah =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;perkara yang sama pernah terjadi last last month sebelum bulan puasa. masa itu aku yang kusut lebih sebab memang perlu sangat duit untuk bayar sedikit perkara berkenaan April Tanisha. mood aku sangat swing sepanjang minggu. pikiran memberat dan sedih. kerja pun banyak menyebabkan aku ulang alik pergi HQ untuk discussion dengan boss. lepas discussion dengan boss, aku bawa hati bertenang dengan melepak di Masjid Negeri *HQ/Boss dan Masjid Negeri adalah berhampiran* and later that day aku receive extra money imbuhan dari extra works and outstations. lepas tu aku pun menangis gegar gegar. baru kemarinnya aku mengadu dengan &lt;a href="http://www.cinoi.com"&gt;perempuan ini&lt;/a&gt; bahawa aku mungkin tidak dapat menghadiri pertunangannya kerana kekangan duit. Alhamdulillah tercapailah niat juga aku dan husband pergi sandakan tengok dia bertunang. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sebab itulah aku selalu pesan sama husband, janganlah cakap selalu tiada duit tiada duit. kalau Tuhan sudah mahu bagi rezeki (duit/pertolongan), yang tiada pun boleh jadi ada. twice ya aku experienced magic ini.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;syukur Alhamdulillah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-6650618502723817468?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6650618502723817468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=6650618502723817468&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/6650618502723817468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/6650618502723817468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/twice.html' title='twice'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-4407609892623377879</id><published>2011-09-15T11:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T11:31:56.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make up pouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;out from my seriousness of blogging (hah?), aku bercadang untuk tiru sahaja entri orang lain but make it my own. wah sudah di tiru ada hati lagi bilang make it my own. sudahlah tajuk entri pun tiru. HAHAHA. whatever-lah. i found it interesting pula this entry made by &lt;a href="http://www.binikedek.com/make-up-pouch/"&gt;sheilabinikedek&lt;/a&gt;. she’s my friend okeh. my close friend. so tak payah lah mau pegi bagitahu dia suruh file report plagiarism ke atas aku kah apa. get to know other people’s make up pouch makes me wanna say “heyyy dulu aku pun pakai itu lahhh” or “eh eh bagus kah yang kau pakai tu?” or “kau tahu dulu aku pakai ini bla bla muka aku jadi bla bla cantik”. ber-bedah. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;in sheilabinikedek’s case, segala facial wash and moisturizer after facial wash ada dalam pouch dia. in my case, my make up pouch is only big enough for my make up essentials. mau juga jahit sendiri tapi nda taulah bila boleh siap. tsk tsk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2RXvND6r0tA/TnFxg3b5wQI/AAAAAAAABjw/mH5xk45oI7A/s1600-h/DSC07078%25255B16%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC07078" border="0" alt="DSC07078" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-lp9Jwb2NPqM/TnFxiAuKZwI/AAAAAAAABj0/H2Nt0BWRQpQ/DSC07078_thumb%25255B14%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="461" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;pouch pun free gift punya T_T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and it is verylah basic .aku jarang bermekap sangat pergi kerja neh. just a clean make up to boost my natural &lt;strike&gt;beauty&lt;/strike&gt; appearance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-5ItYY2LPNc0/TnFxi9GdrHI/AAAAAAAABj4/JRBm7LrF-aU/s1600-h/DSC07080%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC07080" border="0" alt="DSC07080" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-d39sjeInIe8/TnFxjv0qmOI/AAAAAAAABj8/qEh3gewqyWg/DSC07080_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="343" height="499" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;eyeliner KATE baru pakai tiga kali calit siapa mau beli aku jual RM30 T_T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;eyeliner, maskara and blusher. memang itu saja yang perlu kan. teehee. oh eyeshadow tu jarang pakai. itu pun aku curik kakak aku punya. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;berbalik kepada skincare, aku cuma ber-facial wash semasa mandi. meaning satu kali pagi dan satu kali malam. ya itu pun kalau aku ada mandi malam sebab kadang kadang pandai skip juga HAHA. I've been using Hydra Intensive Foam Cleanser from Dr. G selang seli dengan Neutrogena yang colour brown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Zfo7YqLOzSE/TnFxkeYwFYI/AAAAAAAABkA/zh3sVa2Nu_8/s1600-h/Dr.G-Hydra-Intensive-Foam-Cleanser%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Dr.G-Hydra-Intensive-Foam-Cleanser" border="0" alt="Dr.G-Hydra-Intensive-Foam-Cleanser" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-9lq5FPKguwA/TnFxlFXrRLI/AAAAAAAABkE/fVqRe4t_rKs/Dr.G-Hydra-Intensive-Foam-Cleanser_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="222" height="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku bukan jenis fussy lah dalam memilih skin product. i think i have a good enough skin. tidaklah flawless or putih sekali. i have a scar from my childhood chicken pox tau. now i’ve been using the sasatinnie line of skincare. baru sebulan pakai after soooo long aku tidak memakai apa-apa skin care since pregnant with April.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-8IclZTKt6uQ/TnFxl8t31mI/AAAAAAAABkI/BOazVW1mvG8/s1600-h/DSC07075%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC07075" border="0" alt="DSC07075" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-dxZYtqqBEJw/TnFxmxbBFJI/AAAAAAAABkM/XYeQqIkSavk/DSC07075_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="350" height="496" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;after a month review, i love the scent. and the packaging. HAHA. itu saja yang signifikan buat masa ini. lagi pula aku neh tiada rutin ketat lah mengenai penjagaan kulit muka. sebab tu lah aku jarang mau update dalam perkara perkara begini. once in a while sejalah. aku rasa benda benda neh mahal dan merapu kadang kadang. HAHA. just imagine aku beli facial wash Dr. G tu baru dua kali itu pun guna extra money yang dapat dari outstations. and why aku selang selikan dengan neutrogena, sebab hati aku terguris bila tengok husband aku main pakai facial wash tu banyak banyak kali ikut suka dia masa mandi. the facial wash cost me about RM70 satu. so aku hanya belanja begini bila ada extra money. minta beli husband adalah NO NO. dia lagi banyak urusan lain yang lebih penting untuk dia tanggung.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and oh last sekali, facial wipes/make up remover wipes is a must for me. memudahkan kerja membuang mekap/foundation yang tebal tebal each time solat. then after every wash, no more applying toner and moisturizer, straight away pakai BB cream dan mekap lagi balik sikit sikit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-SHpxDTLoyns/TnFxn4ReRfI/AAAAAAAABkQ/0laryntXJ98/s1600-h/DSC07076%25255B12%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC07076" border="0" alt="DSC07076" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-faF_ZGDYG_Q/TnFxoy9qrgI/AAAAAAAABkU/BPuIsFK5mCk/DSC07076_thumb%25255B10%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="473" height="403" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ini beli murah wehhh. RM4.90 dapat tiga. barang neh bagus bro!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;motif entri ini? aku pun nda tau HAHA cuma kalau ada barang yang baik aku suka saja untuk hebah hebah kan. dulu masa remaja kulit muka aku adalah hitam, kusam dan banyak jerawat kecil kecil di dahi. adik adik panggil aku bulan T_T. then aku pakai SAFI sebab masa belajar lah weh itu saja yang termampu. aku rasa kesannya sampai sekarang. kulit muka aku senang menerima apa saja yang aku berikan. pakai produk mahal mahal pun, tiba tiba jerawat naik satu biji aku tetap lari pergi mencari SAFI. teehee. tapi itulah apa yang baik untuk aku belum tentu baik untuk kamu. cuma aku percaya kalau masa pregnant kulit muka memang jadi cantik *tibatiba* terus semua orang rasa mau pergi kahwin sekarang HAHA&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qHTL6zEr02c/TnFxp6dKJoI/AAAAAAAABkY/Uubf7qaSjDM/s1600-h/IMAG0353%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0353" border="0" alt="IMAG0353" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-YYIEf-3sBT0/TnFxqv6_VkI/AAAAAAAABkc/4ah1n8OhrZo/IMAG0353_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="321" height="518" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;sekarang sila notice parut chicken pox underneath my left eye ah ah ah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;perempuan kalau cerita pasal mekap dia memang sampai subuh besok pun belom tentu habis. bye lah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-4407609892623377879?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4407609892623377879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=4407609892623377879&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4407609892623377879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4407609892623377879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/make-up-pouch.html' title='Make up pouch'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-lp9Jwb2NPqM/TnFxiAuKZwI/AAAAAAAABj0/H2Nt0BWRQpQ/s72-c/DSC07078_thumb%25255B14%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-340267550342232895</id><published>2011-09-14T11:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:34:04.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not so wordless wednesday: patah hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;started the day with lagu-lagu jenis patah hati memang tindakan yang kurang bijak. first, i lose my appetite (siapa yang on diet mungkin boleh cuba kaedah ini). second, i lose my sparkling mood. mood suda mati oleh lagu lagu mellow Agnes Monica *tibatiba*. so I bagi gambar seja lah. empat keping semuanya. redeem lah kemarin tiada sebarang post yang mengandungi gambar. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-f5UhFX0djkE/TnAgk4XQ5lI/AAAAAAAABjQ/_bxGgolEY74/s1600-h/DSC05645a%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC05645a" border="0" alt="DSC05645a" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-DiZ0rixlvw4/TnAgl7vpL5I/AAAAAAAABjU/IE2jCXX_e1E/DSC05645a_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="471" height="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-4iwgIGAT0Qg/TnAgm0RvO5I/AAAAAAAABjY/u37Tfs-95lY/s1600-h/DSC05644a%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC05644a" border="0" alt="DSC05644a" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Kbd3PH9a2rY/TnAgnjwcjLI/AAAAAAAABjc/UhGabMmxD3c/DSC05644a_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="472" height="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-pUNIdztJQ7E/TnAgovagDOI/AAAAAAAABjg/aQF9phSA5Yo/s1600-h/DSC05646a%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC05646a" border="0" alt="DSC05646a" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-VxWpwFF1eHQ/TnAgpAJVPLI/AAAAAAAABjk/J-jfFqE7tZw/DSC05646a_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="473" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-N_k-hXL2M6U/TnAgqPeVGDI/AAAAAAAABjo/6qksOvtrPAs/s1600-h/DSC05647a%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC05647a" border="0" alt="DSC05647a" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-4QEhKYGz4eI/TnAgqxV8tqI/AAAAAAAABjs/etcUL9hgF2Y/DSC05647a_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="473" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;em&gt;pictures taken during husband and wife visits Aquaria 2011&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;kau pernah rasakah dalam hidup neh kau ada masalah yang berat dan banyak yang mana setelah kau berusaha sehabis mungkin kau masih jumpa jalan buntu?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;kemudian kau tengok orang lain, kau rasa &lt;em&gt;life is not fair&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;you feel that you are one unlucky person on earth?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sedih betul. kecewa betul. hopeless and despair.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pernah?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku pernah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sedih betul. kecewa betul. hopeless and despair.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sampai aku rasa tiada orang yang dapat bantu aku.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;kemudian aku jumpa obor obor di atas neh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts about Jellyfish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;       &lt;div align="center"&gt;Jellyfishes have no brain, no blood, and no nervous system.&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;       &lt;div align="center"&gt;Jellyfishes are made up of more than 95% water.&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;       &lt;div align="center"&gt;Jellyfishes has a simple digestive system with only one opening&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;imagine that coming from a jellyfish. terus aku sedih tengok obor obor itu semua. &lt;em&gt;Ya Allah obor-obor, kau kecil dan layu begitu, rupanya kau HEBAT sekali. kamu telah menunjukkan aku kebesaran Tuhanku &lt;/em&gt;*ini apa pasal pula slank aku macam indon neh hahahaha* lebih kurang begitulah dialog aku dengan obor obor tapi dalam hati ya HAHAHAHA. then i start to realize that nothing is impossible in God’s will. kita tidak pernah forever alone. Allah itu dekat. carilah dia selalu kalau hati mu patah. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;and oh before you leave. tot this might cheer you up. the obor obor scene from filem indon Tak Biasa yang di bintangi oleh Duta of SO7. ok bye. aku mau pergi ketawa kuat kuat dulu. i need this after spending my morning dengan lagu lagu patah hati tadi. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;iframe height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5OngXSjAdlg" frameborder="0" width="560" allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i watched this during my uni. ketawa sampai rumah hampir runtuh. oh i miss those moment =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-340267550342232895?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/340267550342232895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=340267550342232895&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/340267550342232895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/340267550342232895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-so-wordless-wednesday-patah-hati.html' title='not so wordless wednesday: patah hati'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-DiZ0rixlvw4/TnAgl7vpL5I/AAAAAAAABjU/IE2jCXX_e1E/s72-c/DSC05645a_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-2401512014131009399</id><published>2011-09-13T12:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T12:29:01.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Ean wanted was his milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ah-ha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;when i have no picture(s) to be attached. i always find ways to make it up. video are taken and edited by me dear cousin, Jasmine. Mimin, in case you're reading, please become a movie director one day will ya? change the Malaysia's movie industry and cast us all into your movie. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;iframe height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GsevkdMBqyo" frameborder="0" width="560" allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;if your office or home ada internet connection yang baik, feel free to watch this. if not, batalkan saja. kerana menonton suatu video yang baik sambil terpaksa bertahan dengan buffering yang annoying adalah faktor kehadiran rasa marah dalam diri.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-2401512014131009399?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/2401512014131009399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=2401512014131009399&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/2401512014131009399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/2401512014131009399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-ean-wanted-was-his-milk.html' title='All Ean wanted was his milk'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GsevkdMBqyo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-2805129256792737025</id><published>2011-09-13T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T10:52:14.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings: of this blogging thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;hari neh aku cuba update belog without picture. scroll back and see yang aku sangat sangat jarang bikin entry tanpa gambar kecuali update ringkas ringkas. ini menunjukkan aku seorang yang tidak percaya diri dan selalu menggunakan objek lain untuk meningkatkan keyakinan diri *tibatiba*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;its been two years and a half since I've been blogging with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in my red ribbon shoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. the one and only blog yang aku ada. hampir semua my ups and downs ada di sini. aku tidak merahsialah. perkara yang perlu di rahsia ya aku rahsia. dan setelah dua tahun aku makin selesa dengan belog ini. dan makin percaya kepada readers belog ini. aku tahu jenis pembaca belog ku bagaimana. so sharing a bit of my life experience would not harm me. insyaAllah. sharing is caring right? plus to save myself from depression by expressing my thoughts and feelings over here HAHAHA tipu betul. hanya dengan mengingati Allah sahaja hati akan menjadi tenang *tibatiba*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;this blog was started based on suka suka. &lt;a href="http://www.cinoi.com"&gt;cinoidotcom&lt;/a&gt; was the first with the blog among us friends. kami memang ketinggalan jauh masa itu. for me blogging makes us friends feels close. masa tuh aku masih kerja company. overly sink with works. isolated from friends. &lt;a href="http://www.cinoi.com"&gt;cinoidotcom&lt;/a&gt; was not here (in Sabah). &lt;a href="http://www.chii-jaggedlittlepill.blogspot.com"&gt;chiijaggedlittlepill&lt;/a&gt; was still in Tawau. just to name a few of my friends. blogging (or nagging) about our life will keep us tracked. something like that. dari situ i started to make more friends. like &lt;a href="http://another-chapter.blogspot.com/"&gt;szasza&lt;/a&gt; (oh dia neh dari uni lagi) yang membawa kepada &lt;a href="http://sweetcardigan.blogspot.com/"&gt;lian&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://wwwjij-jij.blogspot.com/"&gt;jij&lt;/a&gt;. again. just to name a few. the circle of blogger friends becomes bigger ever since. thank you all =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and as for myself, aku neh jenis pemalu *sila lah ketawakan saya* orangnya. i keep the profile of my blog seminimal yang boleh. and follow others seminimal yang boleh. pelik tapi benar. aku nda begitu gemar follow other’ blogs sebab nda mau orang track my blog. weird it is. but just to tell you all my secret, those blogs that I've been reading i keep it in my bookmark and I'll check on it everyday. hemm begitulah setianya aku kepada kamu kamu kamu *biarlah rahsia* HAHAHAHA. i am just happy enough to know that there are people out there that were actually like to read this blog for what it is. not to brag around, but I've received a number of emails from unknown readers yang bagitahu that they are reading my blog, and they like it. lain lagi yang meninggalkan kata kata semangat awwwww. pertama, kalian sangat comel. kedua, im flattered. really really am. thank you =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku tidak pernah tahu bagaimana untuk menulis sesuatu yang boleh memberi inspirasi kepada orang lain. walhal aku sentiasa mencuba untuk menjadi seseorang seperti itu *apa pasal baku sangat bahasa aku neh hahaha* ini terjadi semenjak aku telah jauh berjalan (blogwalking), belog belog yang memberi inspirasi selalu buat aku impress dengan ownernya. one of it was this &lt;a href="http://www.hannahjohary.blogspot.com"&gt;lady&lt;/a&gt; *oommaigaddd aku featured dia di sini semoga dia tidak tahu hahahaha*. dia hanya cerita bagaimana untuk simpan duit atau masak. still aku rasa inspiring. kadang kadang perkara simple dalam dunia yang langsung kita tidak terfikirkan juga boleh menjadi sumber inspirasi. inspirasi tidak semestinya datang pada perkara yang besar besar sahaja. boleh jadi ianya pasal makanan, make up tips, fashion atau home decor juga.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so i am thanking myself for blogging *HAHA* and thanking all of you for your existence in this world of blogging. i get to know new friends, get to learn more things and get myself back together in here. sorry i don't have a fancy tips to share. sorry i don't have a chat box for you spammers to mess up with. teehee. ceritanya dulu aku pernah ber-chat box kemudiannya di conteng oleh ntahsiapa HAHA sangat budak budak lah cerita itu. aku rasa belog tanpa chatbox ini adalah lebih aman. and sorry if aku pernah menulis sesuatu yang tidak kena di hati kamu. you always have an option either to read one’ blog right? =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tapi aku percaya lah orang yang mempunyai hati yang baik akan terpancar pada perbuatannya dan percakapannya (penulisan lah dalam konteks berblogging ini).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum. daaaa~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: silalah kredit aku kerana telah menulis panjang tiada memberi gambar pula tuh. its a record actually. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-2805129256792737025?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/2805129256792737025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=2805129256792737025&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/2805129256792737025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/2805129256792737025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/ramblings-of-this-blogging-thing.html' title='ramblings: of this blogging thing'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-4850718289350997758</id><published>2011-09-12T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T13:39:46.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>petite mom(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;As promised to mumi Aima, barulah hari ini dapat mengupdate belog dengan entri pertemuan kami di Terminal Dua last tuesday. oh hari ini aku berEL kerana lenguh badan yang amat setelah aktiviti berkenduri di rumah MIL semalam. padahal semangat untuk datang kerja dengan baju yang sudah di mix and match pada malam semalam (jarang jarang berlaku), tapi bila bangun pagi penat masih bersisa dan baru teingat cuti masih ada lima belas hari lagi. jadi apa ada hal, sambunglah honeymoon sampai ke hari ini. teman aku tidur itu pun terus EL bersama. sehati sejiwa betul lah! HAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;my sorry goes to Puan Azmah dan Aima. pertama sudah janji dengan Puan Azmah untuk datang ke open housenya dia, tapi ndak pula sampai sampai. kedua, kerana kami jarang berada di rumah sepanjang raya, maka tiadalah dapat menjemput kawan-kawan datang ke rumah. insyaAllah akan di atur kelak. raya kan sebulan =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;dan Aima pula, telah datang ke Terminal Dua sebelum &lt;a href="http://www.ciptaankecil.blogspot.com"&gt;dimple hamidon&lt;/a&gt; pulang ke KL. terima kasih ya babe. kamu memang cool serta baik hati. kasi lah tudung free satu ka dua. haha. Aima adalah owner blogshop tudung. aku percaya berurusan jual beli dengan dia mesti memuaskan hati. kerana dia seorang yang very soft spoken (for a mother of two boys). teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so here is the picture(s) of the three petite mom(s)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-yXLn9cCyXPc/Tm2aQ7CXGvI/AAAAAAAABjA/u7SOIMPQRq8/s1600-h/PM2%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="PM2" border="0" alt="PM2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-olHnWcBBrSw/Tm2aTEOS8JI/AAAAAAAABjE/Tt1cVKS9ebY/PM2_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="519" height="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the middle, Aima &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tsukinano.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.tsukinano.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-0zYMu5_pfFM/Tm2aWx9nkiI/AAAAAAAABjI/SV767jOVIPk/s1600-h/PM1%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="PM1" border="0" alt="PM1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-GZbYHoAPRI0/Tm2aaUtP-sI/AAAAAAAABjM/lytf0SxinsM/PM1_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="519" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; in action (candid by husband)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;panjang umur kita jumpa lagi =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-4850718289350997758?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4850718289350997758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=4850718289350997758&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4850718289350997758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4850718289350997758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/petite-moms.html' title='petite mom(s)'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-olHnWcBBrSw/Tm2aTEOS8JI/AAAAAAAABjE/Tt1cVKS9ebY/s72-c/PM2_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-2305920760295126277</id><published>2011-09-08T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T18:14:53.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;and so, selepas twitting with Puan Azmah about red lipstick, dia suggest untuk try elianto’s line of lipstick. matte berry to be exact. aku pun dengan kepintaran yang ada ajak husband pergi GIANT, CITY MALL untuk belanja barang dapur padahal ada KHIDMAT SUPERMARKET di siring jalan semata-mata mau pegi ELIANTO usha lipstick. teehee. antara punca lelaki lambat kahwin mungkin adalah kerana perempuan sekarang makin ‘bijak’. hahahahajoking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;last night jugak pergi dinner and movie marathon terus try seductive make up. aku sebenarnya tiada method yang betul untuk make up. apply seja ikut suka hati. tiada lah mengikut urutan itu ka ini ka. maka terimalah seductive make up yang aku reka sendiri. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-PT7vq4rBhWo/TmiVg92UCtI/AAAAAAAABio/YRtRhxr69AM/s1600-h/redlips%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="redlips" border="0" alt="redlips" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-fkNfAwBwk20/TmiVnM1QWjI/AAAAAAAABis/s16EKFTyArA/redlips_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="429" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;senang seja pon buat make up neh (kan aku reka method ku sendiri hahaha). hanya eyeliner, maskara and red lipstick. blusher will be very minimal sebab mau fokus to red lips kan. the red lipstick was from Elianto Hydro Lipstick colour code 02 Scarlet. i like it sebab ianya murah dan cantik. for first time user macam aku neh mesti mau beli barang murah dulu. kalau mahal lepas tu nda best ndak ka nanti frust menonggeng T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;in real lebih merah dari ini. tapi dalam gambar macam kurang pula. aku jadi nda konfiden sengaja lap mulut balik balik sebelum sampai ke tempat public. HAHA. aku rasa mekap neh sesuai untuk pakai malam pergi dating. walaupun husband aku cakap i look old with red lips. i’m sure he doesnt mean it. dia cuma tidak faham mekap jenis seductive. thats all *pujuk diri sendiri*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;oklah. bai. aku mau pegi betukang sekejap.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-2305920760295126277?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/2305920760295126277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=2305920760295126277&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/2305920760295126277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/2305920760295126277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/red-lips.html' title='red lips'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-fkNfAwBwk20/TmiVnM1QWjI/AAAAAAAABis/s16EKFTyArA/s72-c/redlips_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-37854702901936017</id><published>2011-09-08T17:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T17:32:50.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fifth month</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;fith of September marked as the fifth month of life after April Tanisha. the very last day of working (before cuti raya aku yang super lama macam cuti orang pergi umrah), aku belek belek organizer kerja just to check on work and meeting appoinments. and suddenly saw this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9FyUkRE7rs0/TmiLtGz7NqI/AAAAAAAABig/uiyuDGoMdSk/s1600-h/ATH%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="ATH" border="0" alt="ATH" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-_7i-L3-_O6I/TmiLwVic-JI/AAAAAAAABik/ZWKZ5307u_4/ATH_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="408" height="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;29th of March 2011. April’s appointment to the gynae. it was my 36/37 weeks of pregnancy. i took a blood test for Hb3 (hepatitis B) and the result was –ve. the very last scan where i saw April was actively moving.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;how can i ever forget her? it was a nine months moment of being together. but i feel like we had so many memories to be remembered. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Al-fatihah my darling April Tanisha. dont worry about me baby. i have your father to steal all mummy’s sorrow =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-37854702901936017?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/37854702901936017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=37854702901936017&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/37854702901936017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/37854702901936017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/fifth-month.html' title='the fifth month'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-_7i-L3-_O6I/TmiLwVic-JI/AAAAAAAABik/ZWKZ5307u_4/s72-c/ATH_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-8221568115523655621</id><published>2011-09-08T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T17:08:45.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eid fitr 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i was initially wanted to post the raya pictures only and then end it up with a salam. HAHA. my first raya was started so so. first, baju sudah kena jahit tebalik (refer pic below and notice baju aku dan husband did not match PERFECTLY. his baju melayu colour tone was a bit darker than mine. my baju was sew secara terbalik). second, sedihlah merindui April. teehee. betapa aku cuba mengeluarkan hormon gembira di pagi raya. nasiblah raya tahun neh turn beraya dengan family aku. kalau tidak, i cannot imagine lah kejadiannya apa. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;it was raining heavily on our way to visit April. and i was so afraid that the weather will not give us the luck. Alhamdulillah sesampai kami di rumah MIL, the rain has stopped. tercapai juga hasrat aku untuk menemui si kecil kami itu. that night, reminiscing the whole day back made me realize that it was a perfect first raya actually. my families are gathered, my husband was by my side and April is at the most beautiful place that we can never imagined, i guess i am a one lucky lady =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;our raya was full with family activities. we went balik kampung (Lahad Datu), Fish Spa at Tagal Sg. Moroli and Pulau Manukan. masa raya saja kami berpeluang bertemu. teruslah mengambil peluang untuk bersukariahahaha. will upload the photos in FB (ya itu pun kalau rajin) or update in the next entry (ya ini pun kalau rajin). teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;last but not least, leaving you with our raya pics. tahun neh pakai merah, tahun depan pakai peach (punya lah awal suda decice) =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-EkAWoBKykvA/TmiFtCmK1zI/AAAAAAAABiY/O9n9U78uI_M/s1600-h/rayaraya%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="rayaraya" border="0" alt="rayaraya" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-EayTC-zkssM/TmiFwpmnIZI/AAAAAAAABic/N6VA-ybDJYI/rayaraya_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="468" height="578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-8221568115523655621?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8221568115523655621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=8221568115523655621&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8221568115523655621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8221568115523655621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/09/eid-fitr-2011.html' title='eid fitr 2011'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-EayTC-zkssM/TmiFwpmnIZI/AAAAAAAABic/N6VA-ybDJYI/s72-c/rayaraya_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-4728628734072060534</id><published>2011-08-29T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T12:58:10.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings: bye bye Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;hari last bulan Ramadhan. fifty percent excited hari raya, fifty lagi sedih that Ramadhan is over. which is a feeling yang aku TIADA rasa pun masa puasa tahun lalu. it was a hundred percent of excitement towards raya ONLY. sejak tahu pakai twitter dan follow Wardina, i learn many things (bukan dari dia saja lah. dia cuma contoh), one of it was that it is okay to feel sad for leaving Ramadhan. it was the right feeling actually. maybe there’s a one or two percent of sadness from missing April. but that is all. only a one or two percent. i feel blessed for all the things that Allah has been giving me. semoga aku terus menjadi hambaNya yang sentiasa bersyukur.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Raya preparation pun sederhana sahaja. tiadalah pun berabis membeli barang baru from head to toe. cuma aku enjoy saja looking at my loved ones faces when they are happy. instead of buying things for yourself, why dont you try buying things for people that you love/care. the feeling was undescribe-able lah. i guess that my shopping policy has changed. amended by itself. oh i must pat myself at the back for this. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku tak mahu sedih sedih di hari raya. walaupun angan angan tahun lalu, raya tahun 2011 ini adalah bertiga, but it did not happen. so i have to wake up. realize. accept. and smile. masih banyak sayang di sisi yang tuhan bagi. tahun depan insyaAllah ada baby =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;terjadi pantun seloka hari raya di situ.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku sudahi dengan gambar gambar sekitar iftar bersama keluarga lagi lah ya. inilah harta aku dunia akhirat. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-YQPUyep5MeM/TlsbzoQyu-I/AAAAAAAABhg/E0cZxfRzAFM/s1600-h/DSC06598q%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC06598q" border="0" alt="DSC06598q" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-MAd09GcgPDo/Tlsb2i5ixUI/AAAAAAAABhk/igAPS0DP4d0/DSC06598q_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="506" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Akid Rifqi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-MyOqpm8fgtE/Tlsb7_gaF_I/AAAAAAAABho/dn8I4D9k34M/s1600-h/DSC06610w%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC06610w" border="0" alt="DSC06610w" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-4WatJJtromQ/Tlsb-BGazlI/AAAAAAAABhs/H7Ang6nDYF0/DSC06610w_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="504" height="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akid with his favourite uncle Afis &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-E-o_hEdbUxE/TlscCakAz9I/AAAAAAAABhw/F0WuP-4QnZw/s1600-h/DSC06613q%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC06613q" border="0" alt="DSC06613q" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-RozdupstzNI/TlscFvBbKuI/AAAAAAAABh0/LZzykW2p0ac/DSC06613q_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="502" height="346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ariq Rayyan @ Kerinting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ccPfdGsoRAU/TlscJeN0lKI/AAAAAAAABh4/TgftiCuGEq4/s1600-h/DSC06653%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC06653" border="0" alt="DSC06653" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-OJwCpliZRac/TlscMbkWQbI/AAAAAAAABh8/VbqKGNK6Hq4/DSC06653_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="505" height="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; in the middle of uncle Afis and uncle skateboard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-O3PhigTZJlE/TlscQaODX6I/AAAAAAAABiA/4L6W2wAxKQM/s1600-h/DSC06658m%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC06658m" border="0" alt="DSC06658m" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-m8xbvvv6TTU/TlscTpEgDJI/AAAAAAAABiE/sHo-2PenREY/DSC06658m_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="503" height="391" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; stimbot is fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and last but not least.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-gjxDVltSKac/TlscV9MiGlI/AAAAAAAABiI/TIOVyXDCAQo/s1600-h/DSC06627%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC06627" border="0" alt="DSC06627" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-OstyRsKN8sY/TlscYEcG91I/AAAAAAAABiM/qEYUlRqZWsI/DSC06627_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="306" height="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;ona and green pants &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;husband aku sengaja lalu time tu sambil cakap “backdrop!”. langsung tak kasi peluang aku strike for my special raya pose. haha. ntah pa pa lah aku.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dari ona, suami dan keluarga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: kalau aku tweet ada open house, silalah datang okay. kalau cakap facebook takut empat ratus orang pula datang. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: baju raya aku tahun neh tailor jahit tebalik. hehehehe. ketawa makan dalam neh T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;psss: masa stimbot-ing di &lt;a href="http://noorhidayahj.blogspot.com"&gt;Dayah&lt;/a&gt; ada di table sebelah. lupa pula mau ambil gambar and wish raya dengan dia *waving at dayah*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-4728628734072060534?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4728628734072060534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=4728628734072060534&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4728628734072060534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4728628734072060534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/08/ramblings-bye-bye-ramadhan.html' title='ramblings: bye bye Ramadhan'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-MAd09GcgPDo/Tlsb2i5ixUI/AAAAAAAABhk/igAPS0DP4d0/s72-c/DSC06598q_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-3785133179568365837</id><published>2011-08-24T08:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T08:43:46.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iftar with girlfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alhamdulillah berpeluang untuk mencuri sedikit masa berbuka bersama teman teman wanita (girlfriends), satu suami orang, satu tunang orang dan satu adik lelaki orang at D’KL restoran, Kampung Likas. if you want to taste some indonesian food, ini dia neh tempatnya. with the environment of makan-duduk-di-lantai dan soundtrack lagu ini-dia-si-jali-jali. sure will make you feel out from KK sekejap. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-AVQvIz6PbFg/TlRFjzBG4wI/AAAAAAAABgs/XVa-dYD7RBw/s1600-h/DSC06544%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC06544" border="0" alt="DSC06544" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-wEv_f1HexTU/TlRFu7fylqI/AAAAAAAABgw/nrNCawcL3TA/DSC06544_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="483" height="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;ona and husband &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2jggolgerKk/TlRJIUq_6HI/AAAAAAAABhY/gonFwOPFbe0/s1600-h/DSC06581%25255B13%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC06581" border="0" alt="DSC06581" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Hdqdysy3nmo/TlRJQGjoU6I/AAAAAAAABhc/HODqx8mCyMo/DSC06581_thumb%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="481" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;cinoi and fiancée&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-G9Jvewh6zHM/TlRGC57aT7I/AAAAAAAABhA/vkAKsUEE5Fc/s1600-h/DSC06582%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC06582" border="0" alt="DSC06582" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Ehsxgbe1PuM/TlRGJ8Zks1I/AAAAAAAABhE/vvlG0yXPm_U/DSC06582_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="481" height="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;cinoi and neena (archie came after her aerobic class)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-AA6EDuShXC0/TlRGTtvPNqI/AAAAAAAABhI/Pdx8gvcXMjY/s1600-h/DSC06587%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC06587" border="0" alt="DSC06587" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Tnv8OBtuLLI/TlRGbspZ6OI/AAAAAAAABhM/wiyb8YALzWo/DSC06587_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="481" height="335" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-qvb5BmtL-io/TlRGqbSi5zI/AAAAAAAABhQ/iCYP9oPjNa0/s1600-h/DSC06588%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC06588" border="0" alt="DSC06588" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Ie1ZXjV9B_o/TlRG8KBO01I/AAAAAAAABhU/NNddqoNVoVc/DSC06588_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="479" height="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;advises:-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;to make reservation untuk tempat duduk-bersila-di-lantai especially for the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;to order &lt;strong&gt;telur tauhu&lt;/strong&gt; (refer picture no. 4 from above). makanan yang serupa bentuk bangunan lama itu.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;to order air soda gembira (not available in any of the pictures)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;to order chocolate brownies and ice cream (not available in the pictures as well). kami nda dapat order sebab sudah habis T_T&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;ayam penyet or ayam taliwang? i go for ayam taliwang.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;itu saja.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: started my holiday effective today. lists of house chores are waiting for me. byebyenow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-3785133179568365837?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3785133179568365837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=3785133179568365837&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3785133179568365837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3785133179568365837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/08/iftar-with-girlfriends.html' title='iftar with girlfriends'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-wEv_f1HexTU/TlRFu7fylqI/AAAAAAAABgw/nrNCawcL3TA/s72-c/DSC06544_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-3035459389517039557</id><published>2011-08-22T10:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T10:02:29.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings: of raya shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;last weekend. the traffic was insane. walaupun husband and i sudah sedia maklum hal itu. tidak bercadang pun untuk turun town. we took the different direction. opposite. we heading back&lt;em&gt; kampung&lt;/em&gt;. sempat terawikh di masjid sana. it was my first time there. and my first terawikh &lt;em&gt;*sad sad*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sunday we gamble our luck. dengan niat shopping for the loved ones. thought of buying something that might put a smile on my mom and mom in law’s faces. haha. yup true. the jammed was bearable. and parking. As, kami juga lucky dengan parking ahad itu. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Untitledm" border="0" alt="Untitledm" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-04JBE_P63GA/TlG4sygO-FI/AAAAAAAABgo/9NgStDO40bY/Untitledm_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="379" height="547" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fyi mommeh was requesting for a nine west handbag initially. phewww. teehee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so end up. me and husband buying nothing for ourselves. YET. sangat tipulah kalau tiada berkeinginan langsung untuk tidak membeli APA APA untuk raya. be it keinginan untuk beli serunding daging untuk makan di pagi raya sekalipun. teehee. on the way home, husband said&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“hari neh saja sudah habiskan XXX. kita belum lagi beli apa apa yang”&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“umy nda payah pilih barang yang mahal mahal bah”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and so i replied&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“oh husband, raya bukan selalu. masa raya saja kita belanja begini. so dont you ever being countable. this is our bonus money”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;in my defense, tiada pun barang yang mahal betul kami beli. i always make sure those pricey things are 50-70 percent discount.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;lepas tengok muka semua orang senyum dapat hadiah raya masing-masing, kita pun rasa ikut senyum sekali macam kita juga telah dapat hadiah hari raya kita. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;next. bubblegum pink Carlo Rino handbag. ini saja husband. ini saja. promise *waving at the most handsome husband in the world*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-3035459389517039557?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3035459389517039557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=3035459389517039557&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3035459389517039557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3035459389517039557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/08/ramblings-of-raya-shopping.html' title='ramblings: of raya shopping'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-04JBE_P63GA/TlG4sygO-FI/AAAAAAAABgo/9NgStDO40bY/s72-c/Untitledm_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-5817365011409477108</id><published>2011-08-18T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T14:39:02.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mari memasak</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh sebetulnya ai malu untuk menulis entry berupa resepi begini. if you know me well enough. kau wajar ragu ragu sebelum mengikut resepi ini. teehee. but anyhowwwww, i do hutang begitu banyak sekali resepi dengan ramai orang &lt;em&gt;(perasan duh!)&lt;/em&gt; mengenai beberapa gambar masakan yang aku post dalam fesbuk. padahal engkau orang tidak tahu siapa sebenarnya yang masak makanan tuh. dan iya memang nampak sedap. but looks can be deceiving ya know. &lt;em&gt;sedang mempermainkan anda lah!.&lt;/em&gt; so here goes the recipe of MEE BASAH AYAM or UDANG. or both.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bahan Tumisan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bawang Putih – di cincang halus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bawang Merah - optional kerana tanpa ini masakan masih sedap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Halia - hiris besar besar supaya suami nampak masa makan lalu dia tidak termakan T_T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bahan Campur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayur sawi – potong ikut kesukaan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carrot – aku suka potong bentuk bunga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Udang atau ayam – juga ikut kesukaan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tepung jagung/kanji – sikit je okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and so bermula dengan menumis semua bahan tumisan sampai naik bau. masukkan carrot dahulu sebab yup yup carrot lambat masak. and then masukkan ayam or udang. agak-agak lauk sudah hampir masak. tambah air mengikut saiz hidangan. letak seasoning (garam, ajinomoto, black pepper) atau masukkan terus kuibayam/cukuprasa barulah senang cerita aku T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;lepas tu boleh lah masukkan tepung kanji/jagung yang sudah di mix with water ke dalam periuk. barulah boleh dapat texture soup yang gravy ala ala di kedai makan tu. lastly masukkan sayur sawi. herm. sedap.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KQiHrDf0JAM/Tkyza87CWhI/AAAAAAAABgQ/5Vnmp_UePFw/s1600-h/DSC06479%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC06479" border="0" alt="DSC06479" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LakjkRr5ZjI/TkyzcKjRAgI/AAAAAAAABgU/-qf5s_fSDcA/DSC06479_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="468" height="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;em&gt;sedap in the making neh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh ya. mee kuning dia kena masak dulu. i dont know the real method actually. aku just goreng dengan sedikit minyak. rebus pun boleh mungkin. atau ada juga yang masukkan sekali ke dalam periuk bersama sama kuah sup. ikut suka u.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;walaaa. finish in thirty minutes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-AAnEn1Sskl4/TkyzdvhAo5I/AAAAAAAABgY/3umlq2oK-GA/s1600-h/DSC06480%25255B12%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC06480" border="0" alt="DSC06480" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RW5nQ4H0ghs/TkyzfF6RhbI/AAAAAAAABgc/pnjqm-TecpQ/DSC06480_thumb%25255B10%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="465" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;ini pun mau letak watermark macamlah ada orang mau curi *saiko*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku tahu aku ada hutang lagi resepi lamb chop dan sambal terung. baiklah aku mengaku itu bukan aku yang masak –_-“&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-CewjBruPqDs/TkyzgMK1-bI/AAAAAAAABgg/YlagrQ1iUrc/s1600-h/DSC06478%25255B10%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC06478" border="0" alt="DSC06478" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-GiCry3mUCQ8/TkyzhYuDt5I/AAAAAAAABgk/4479DOihmxQ/DSC06478_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="464" height="394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;dessert by dearest husband; fresh milk + yam ice cream + fruit cokctail &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;husband aku memang suka main masak masak di rumah. dan juga suka invent masakan baru. kadang kadang imaginasi invention dia terlampau maju sampai kami ndak dapat makan masakan tu. dan lepas masak tu pulak, ‘lacah’ yang husband aku buat dekat dapur sama tahap dengan dapur rumah kenduri orang kahwin. aku lah yang kena kemas. kadang kadang dia tolong jugalah kemas yang mana perkhidmatan ini cuma applicable pada musim dia ada buat salah. sebenarnya aku mahu beritahu ini masa hot chat hot fm pagi tadi pasal topik lelaki memasak di dapur. oleh kerana niat tidak kesampaian, aku bagitau di sini sajalah. ok bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: lacah = mess&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-5817365011409477108?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5817365011409477108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=5817365011409477108&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5817365011409477108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5817365011409477108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/08/mari-memasak.html' title='mari memasak'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LakjkRr5ZjI/TkyzcKjRAgI/AAAAAAAABgU/-qf5s_fSDcA/s72-c/DSC06479_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-8624313158188520195</id><published>2011-08-16T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T10:00:57.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-OmJ-x6oD-2M/TknPUUJiMBI/AAAAAAAABgI/5xMqAm40wSw/s1600-h/solusi34%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="solusi34" border="0" alt="solusi34" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YT03lxPXu7E/TknPWEvgYEI/AAAAAAAABgM/BETppeyX0sM/solusi34_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="345" height="503" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;today i wud like to share something that i read from the solusi (edisi khas ramadhan dan syahwal).&amp;#160; oh edisi kali neh BEST.so siapa siapa yang tidak berkesempatan untuk beli, its okayy, i am going to share sikit sikit di sini.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Beberapa kesalahan berhari raya;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bermegah megah dengan persiapan hari raya yang melampau dari segi pakaian, dekorasi rumah, menu dan sebagainya. pembaziran berleluasa.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tabarruj&lt;/em&gt; (melampau dalam berhias) bagi wanita.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beria-ria solat sunat hari raya tetapi tidak solat subuh dan zuhur.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Minta maaf bermusim; hanya pada hari raya sahaja.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bersalaman antara lelaki dan wanita ajnabi.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Makan berlebihan.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tidak mengutamakan menziarahi jiran, sanak saudara, rakan-rakan, tetapi sibuk menonton TV di rumah terutamanya generasi muda.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Raya sebulan sehinggkan terlupa untuk berpuasa enam dalam bulan syahwal.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;puasa tahun neh laju semacam seja kan. oh. oh. mungkin sebab kena pada awal bulan. jadi bila pung pang pung *bunyi sedang bekerja* kerja, lalu gaji awal, lalu bonus, then its the end of the month already. sedih pula. i like the ramadhan vibe. aman aman di dalam hati lah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: berpakaian baru di hari raya adalah sunat okay. asalkan mengikut kemampuan. assume lah kasut juga termasuk. teehee. *waving at dearest husband*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: hari neh birthday syahmil lah. siapa mau wish dia boleh tinggalkan komen. ngeh~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-8624313158188520195?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8624313158188520195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=8624313158188520195&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8624313158188520195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8624313158188520195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/08/hari-raya.html' title='hari raya'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YT03lxPXu7E/TknPWEvgYEI/AAAAAAAABgM/BETppeyX0sM/s72-c/solusi34_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-3565944533019428526</id><published>2011-08-15T11:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T11:51:13.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15th Ramadhan: of love and longing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-678RXvy54_o/TkiXovegFII/AAAAAAAABgA/kJn-hhGAbGc/s1600-h/ath%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="ath" border="0" alt="ath" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-sn3Qnja4Ris/TkiXXu-Un1I/AAAAAAAABgE/wuddppmJQrM/ath_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="466" height="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the age of 26, i deal with this situation&lt;/em&gt;. memikirkan pusara anak, di mana harus dia di kebumi, di mana harus aku pergi untuk menempah nisan nya. husband lah yang mengatur semua. aku. berat. hati. aku tiada ilmu mengenai ini. aku tahu semua tempat shopping baju atau kasut di sini. atau siapa tukang jahit terbaik in town. tapi untuk yang ini. aku langsung tiada persiapan untuk perkara begini. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;aku ada seorang pakcik, yang apabila dia berjumpa aku dan suami, dia akan memanggil kami &lt;em&gt;si-ibu-bapa-yang-bertuah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku ada seorang makcik, yang apabila dia berjumpa aku, dia akan memanggil aku &lt;em&gt;si-cantik.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku yakin benar maksud puji pujian itu lebih dari itu. maka aku juga perlu memikirkan lebih dari itu. April Tanisha, anak yang di janji syurga. Terima Kasih Allah kerana telah memilih anak saya =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aku bersyukur semenjak peristiwa kehilangan April, aku menjadi orang yang lebih matang. aku lebih menghargai nikmat dan anugerah, lebih daripada membesar-besarkan kesusahan. kerana selama dua puluh enam tahun hidup, kehilangan anak pertama ada dugaan TERHEBAT pernah aku rasa. ini akan mengajar aku untuk tidak mudah melatah pada dugaan lain yang mendatang. insyaAllah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aku bersyukur semenjak peristiwa kehilangan April, kini aku dan husband sentiasa cuba untuk mendekati Allah, mendekati agama. aku rasa inilah cara yang paling baik untuk merawat hati. pergi bercuti – honeymoon katanya. gembira kami sementara. tapi dengan memahami aturan Allah, dan sifat sifat Nya, Alhamdulillah. kita yakin ganjaranNya akan tiba. kita yakin bahawa hidup tidak akan selamanya bersedihan. Pelangi pasti tiba.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aku bersyukur semenjak peristiwa kehilangan April, aku gigih menjaga solat ku. mengingatkan suami hal yang sama. sebab dalam hati yang paling dalam kami ada tanam cita-cita untuk bertemu semula buah hati kami itu. Al-Quran aku jadikan ubat penenang hati. Alhamdulillah. rutin ku berterusan dengan lancar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ini bukanlah sesuatu hal yang baik untuk aku perbesarkan. cuma aku suka saja kalau kakak ku atau emak ku dan kawan kawan ku yang sedang membaca belog ini tahu bahawa aku sedang baik baik sahaja. masa akan merawat luka. Allah banyak membantu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;dan andai izin Allah kami di kurniakan zuriat lagi, April Tanisha tetap anak kami yang paling teristimewa. sebab kerana dia lah ibu bapanya jadi begini. teehee. semoga kami tidak LUPA bila GEMBIRA. &lt;strike&gt;doakan aku tidak jadi penakut okeh.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;*lap air mata*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;some funny moment while we’re visiting. aku dan husband sedang membersihkan kawasan di sekitar April. datang sekumpulan budak budak perempuan yang ramai mulut (kawasan perkuburan ini terletak di dalam kampung yang ramai penghuni dan April antara yang berada di hadapan pagar).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Budak perempuan: eh kakak, kecilnya kuburan dia. baby ni kan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku: iya. baby perempuan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Budak perempuan: oooo berapa haribulan dia INNALILLAH? aku nda nampak pun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(mungkin budak ini tinggal berdekatan tanah perkuburan lalu sebarang pengkebumian mungkin dia turut serta. kampung style memang begitu)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku: *sambil menahan senyum* hari tu masa kau pegi sekolah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Budak perempuan: ohhhhh. eh PAKCIK, apa kau taruk (letak) tu? cantiknya tu batu. mintak!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku: HAHAHAHAHA *ndak tahan ketawa sudah*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She called me ‘kakak’ but address husband as ‘pakcik’. pricelessnya moment ini. teehee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: and so they said; it doesn't matter what happen to you, what happen inside you is matter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-3565944533019428526?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3565944533019428526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=3565944533019428526&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3565944533019428526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3565944533019428526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/08/15th-ramadhan-of-love-and-longing.html' title='15th Ramadhan: of love and longing'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-sn3Qnja4Ris/TkiXXu-Un1I/AAAAAAAABgE/wuddppmJQrM/s72-c/ath_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-3561964197290410234</id><published>2011-08-15T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:22:06.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iftar with siblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tiada yang lebih indah dari dapat meluangkan masa dengan orang orang yang kita sayang. apa lagi dari seseorang seperti saya yang tinggal berjauhan keluarga (sudah kahwin haruslah pula begitu kan teehee). mommeh was in town for the weekend. jadi suami boleh letak di tepi dulu, kita layan mommeh kita sebentar. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TMZrhO7Vhr4/TkiBApc10CI/AAAAAAAABfE/2OtM6nEJxpU/s1600-h/sungkai%252520at%252520pras%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="sungkai at pras" border="0" alt="sungkai at pras" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ZaJrK64IpZM/TkiBCTbA1vI/AAAAAAAABfI/zv3GIl8yfUc/sungkai%252520at%252520pras_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="487" height="648" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;@Pra’s Corner; Northern Indian Cuisine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;if you like spicy like mamak food, nah ini dia neh tempatnya. food was nice. environment juga very relaxing. price also okay (tidak perlu lah the eighty ringgit buffet melainkan kena belanja). teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-WgOUXXHfw6U/TkiBD40mEJI/AAAAAAAABfM/t7gQgPwbEik/s1600-h/mnb%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="mnb" border="0" alt="mnb" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-f0thcZr1uJ8/TkiBE_NrWJI/AAAAAAAABfQ/oG8U3vMXyRI/mnb_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="468" height="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-CjvGRbYPen8/TkiBGVTL7pI/AAAAAAAABfU/wYzX0WUTYMw/s1600-h/poi%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="poi" border="0" alt="poi" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-z7ocp2pq-FM/TkiBHbkR37I/AAAAAAAABfY/S8Q55Eou1eg/poi_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="468" height="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-VPHrJvDzcuw/TkiBI6Pd-QI/AAAAAAAABfc/SrO1A91SYTQ/s1600-h/pras1%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="pras1" border="0" alt="pras1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-TsfHOoZQLWE/TkiBKbIvvqI/AAAAAAAABfg/tlnvzoWgp4c/pras1_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="468" height="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-HNbZH_QsG-o/TkiBLle-jsI/AAAAAAAABfk/PEBrkUMC0fs/s1600-h/DSC06486%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC06486" border="0" alt="DSC06486" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LgG-3Z54fmM/TkiBMk0hsyI/AAAAAAAABfo/Nor0rU_G0Gw/DSC06486_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="470" height="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iftar Moments 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra’s uncle: Minah (my mom), ini anak kau kah menantu kau (merujuk kepada husband)?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mom: menantu ku bah. orang Papar (read: brunai)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra’s uncle: macam sesat neh dia muka macam pakistan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ala uncle itu kami sudah lama tau*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iftar Moments 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra’s uncle: Ini anak kau? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kak Mimi: iyalah pacik.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra’s uncle: hai yo. kalau kau jalan sendiri sendiri orang tidak tau kau ada anak besar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Kak Mimi’s bangga moment forever*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iftar Moments 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra’s adik waitress: kak, kakak asal mana?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: asal sini lah. orang KK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra’s adik waitress: oh. kakak neh muka macam orang semenanjung lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*how do they classified this actually?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It doesnt matter about the food or the fancy place that we went for Iftar, berbuka puasa bersama adik beradik memanglah terbaik. lepas tu boleh berebut kuih dan minuman (walaupun makan secara buffet kesian lah terlalu sangat merindui kenangan lalu bah)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and last but not least, ini lagi priceless.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-yGMnUnv8UwI/TkiBORHQmoI/AAAAAAAABf0/lbX3n3wP1xg/s1600-h/DSC06481%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC06481" border="0" alt="DSC06481" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-saOE_4Y61Rw/TkiBPek1qXI/AAAAAAAABf4/p6RHKe4JtoQ/DSC06481_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="451" height="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;anak, menantu, mertua &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-3561964197290410234?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3561964197290410234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=3561964197290410234&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3561964197290410234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3561964197290410234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/08/iftar-with-siblings.html' title='iftar with siblings'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ZaJrK64IpZM/TkiBCTbA1vI/AAAAAAAABfI/zv3GIl8yfUc/s72-c/sungkai%252520at%252520pras_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-5111199896230561979</id><published>2011-08-11T13:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T13:21:51.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on tweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;hehe. i need to giggled first. and so i do have a twitter account. teehee. tried my regular id and password for all of my accounts (i call this default id and password) on twitter just now. ohh rupanya masih ada account ku itu. i cant even remember when did i sign up for it. it was yearssss back. last tweet was on 30 May 2009. ahh mesti masa neh aku sign up tu kan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-uiGIqxQukOw/TkNm5u6Af8I/AAAAAAAABe8/VDpQSXes41g/s1600-h/qwerty%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="qwerty" border="0" alt="qwerty" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-jk5TBEYsJ2I/TkNm7QNQDVI/AAAAAAAABfA/Jquf_ABo00Y/qwerty_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="436" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i’m following two person. entah siapa lah tu. nanti jap aku explore. lepas tu, ada sembilan orang follow aku. oh terharu aku tau. profile picture orang cantik cantik. ada gambar masa bertunang lagi. profile pic aku? comelnya gambar telur T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku percaya aku memerlukan masa yang sangat lama untuk study benda ini. aku susah hati jadinya. HAHA. quick tips anyone?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: &lt;a href="http://noorhidayahj.blogspot.com/"&gt;dayah&lt;/a&gt;, bukan kah ada class for twitter beginner? aku mau register lah! teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-5111199896230561979?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5111199896230561979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=5111199896230561979&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5111199896230561979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5111199896230561979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-tweet.html' title='on tweet'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-jk5TBEYsJ2I/TkNm7QNQDVI/AAAAAAAABfA/Jquf_ABo00Y/s72-c/qwerty_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-1382019974663898260</id><published>2011-08-11T09:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:16:49.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shu shu shoes~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For this coming hari raya, would you go for&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;wedges &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;flat shoes/sandals &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="98253" border="0" alt="98253" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-nl2VbqVCcbE/TkMtP9A9HnI/AAAAAAAABew/N48kYzyHGBM/98253_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="260" /&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;super cute!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qJNd0M2CwlM/TkMtQfqqzBI/AAAAAAAABe0/jjXBdMsni6w/s1600-h/sandals_blog3%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="sandals_blog3" border="0" alt="sandals_blog3" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-xs7Kjuuvdew/TkMtRUd93UI/AAAAAAAABe4/5COvNhOQEHw/sandals_blog3_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="335" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;shoes with beads will never go wrong with anything kan?&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh i always love wedges. got a few collection of mine. tapi telampau di pakai hari hari until it worn out. tapak wedges pun mampu jadi nipis. imagine that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;thinking of hari raya-visiting, making these comfy and fuss-less flat sandals is a must have. satu hari boleh jadi round sepuluh rumah. and then sepuluh kali juga mau strap out sandals. apa lagi kalau rumah rumah yang di kunjungi itu berdekat-dekatan. boleh bikin berpeluh, mekap pun luntur. imagine that. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and while browsing for these pictures (credit to google), &lt;a href="http://www.tangs.com.my/fashion-lifestyle-blog/style-tips-sandals_69"&gt;i found this useful tips on choosing sandals.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;till then. bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-1382019974663898260?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1382019974663898260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=1382019974663898260&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/1382019974663898260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/1382019974663898260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/08/shu-shu-shoes.html' title='shu shu shoes~'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-nl2VbqVCcbE/TkMtP9A9HnI/AAAAAAAABew/N48kYzyHGBM/s72-c/98253_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-3035355617764110068</id><published>2011-08-10T15:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:33:54.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to basic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;still..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;a white background is the best.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;tired of choosing text font and its size.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;hope this one does not annoys you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;*cause i feel annoyed at times*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-3035355617764110068?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3035355617764110068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=3035355617764110068&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3035355617764110068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3035355617764110068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-basic.html' title='back to basic'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-2289152206389072545</id><published>2011-08-10T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T11:44:03.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of bazaar and husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sebetulnya aku tiada idea apa ingin di blog kan (put aside segala resepi masakan yang di request). cuma aku telah niat untuk lebih banyak blogging (sharing) berkenaan bahan ilmiah sepanjang ramadhan ini (dan seterusnya insyaAllah). sebarkanlah ilmu walaupun sedikit. dan sebarkanlah gambar makanan yang menarik walaupun sedikit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;buka puasa petang kemarin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-9WrrR9laaTE/TkH-coEWFQI/AAAAAAAABeQ/wQFTf_Qg_KU/s1600-h/Desktop4%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Desktop4" border="0" alt="Desktop4" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WBQfy48aq8s/TkH-eChKTxI/AAAAAAAABeU/MCvRJJ9SdrU/Desktop4_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="452" height="378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;homemade lamb chop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-6UqcW9rzuas/TkH-fMRi3wI/AAAAAAAABeY/WB-c8wj_Uno/s1600-h/azq%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="azq" border="0" alt="azq" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-giAl1N7hRGA/TkH-gnk7hkI/AAAAAAAABec/G3XZddD2qP8/azq_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="453" height="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;pulut panggang kegemaran ramai bukan homemade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;dan kemarin aku telah berjaya ke bazaar dengan membawa segunung rasa tanggungjawab di dada. apa tidak sebelum melangkah keluar ke bazaar, suami setia di sisi memberikan sepatah dua kata.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“jangan beli banyak banyak, sayang nanti nda abis”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“aby nda suka bah tengok makanan berbuang”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“tapi umy beli sebab umy mau merasa bah kan”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;ok beli lah apa apa seja, banyak banyak pun, yang penting habis di makan”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;meninggalkan aku dalam keadaan KOTOBUK &lt;em&gt;*sejenis perbuatan memencilkan diri secara serta merta seperti ingin mengecilkan saiz tubuh badan sendiri sekecil kecilnya*&lt;/em&gt; bernanah juga telinga aku neh kejap. puasa kan setahun sekali. tsk. tsk. dalam hati berkata &lt;em&gt;aku harus berbuat sesuatu seperti anjakan paradigma agar aku tidak di bebel seperti ini lagi&lt;/em&gt;. dan syukran Alhamdulillah. juadah petang kemarin HABIS semuanya =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;during weekends sajalah aku dapat mengasah bakat yang ada dengan memasak juadah serupa bazaar ku sendiri. tapi tidak selepas pulang kerja, dengan kelam kabutnya, aku risau tidak sempat menyiapkan juadah berbuka, maka aku mahu sekurang-kurangnya ada sedikit kuih buat husband and adik aku makan terlebih dahulu. aku kasihan jika mereka perlu menunggu lebih lama sedikit sebelum masakan malam ku siap.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku harap entry ini tidak menyebabkan sesiapa ter-lapar semasa membaca, ambil lah ini sebagai satu semangat untuk menempuh puasa hingga ke akhirnya. akan lebih manis perasaan kita berbuka nanti jika dugaan sekecil ini mampu kita tempuh. eheh memang dugaan lah sangat. teehee. *waving at dimple hamidon*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: sesiapa yang happen to singgah at bazaar sembulan boleh lah cuba pulut panggang makcik neh. gerai makcik neh cuma jual beberapa jenis kuih saja – lekor, popiah, pais dan pulut panggang. semua di jamin sedap dan SELAMAT. insyaAllah. aku teringinlah mau bergambar ngan makcik tu pastu upload gerai dia di sini. lain kali mungkin. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-2289152206389072545?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/2289152206389072545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=2289152206389072545&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/2289152206389072545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/2289152206389072545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/08/of-bazaar-and-husband.html' title='of bazaar and husband'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WBQfy48aq8s/TkH-eChKTxI/AAAAAAAABeU/MCvRJJ9SdrU/s72-c/Desktop4_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-254453762492724166</id><published>2011-08-09T10:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T11:02:32.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first puasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;contact lens wearing semasa berpuasa adalah TIDAK membatalkan puasa. PHEWW. aku baru tahu. selama neh main RASA RASA saja. terima kasih kepada google. benarlah cinoi.com, tanpa google siapalah kita. mungkin masih merasa rasa memakai contact lens tidak akan membatalkan puasanya. atau mungkin jika dia bangun pagi hari itu perasaannya memberat kepada memakai contact lens boleh membatalkan puasanya, maka hari itu dia tidak memakai contact lens, lalu datang pejabat dengan penglihatan kurang jelas, indeks produktiviti kerja harian pun jatuh merundum. begitu juga dengan bersolat dan berwudhu. kedua dua ibadah ini tidak terganggu-gugat dengan kehadiran contact lens kita.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;rupanya banyak lagi perkara yang tidak membatalkan puasa kita yang AKU BARU TAHU. contoh lagi menggunakan inhaler juga tidak membatalkan puasa &lt;em&gt;*kalau dulu husband aku ampus masa puasa aku tahan dia dari pakai inhaler HAHA kejam sungguh. sampai dia cakap INSYAALLAH puasanya di terima walaupun dia sedut inhaler tu. pastu aku tunjuk muka nda puas hati macamlah husband aku sedang main culas ketika puasa tsk tsk*&lt;/em&gt; menerima suntikan (yang bukan mengandungi zat berbentuk makanan) juga. ambil darah. derma darah. semua itu tidak membatalkan puasa. selama ini aku terlalu fokus kepada MEMASUKKAN SESUATU KE DALAM RONGGA BADAN akan membatalkan puasa. semua benda ini di kaji semula supaya dapat di aplikasikan ke dalam kehidupan moden kita sekarang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fiqhmedic.wordpress.com/"&gt;ini sourcenya.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-frTtH8K85Sw/TkCiK17yifI/AAAAAAAABdo/GD2BlXIqSl4/s1600-h/IMAG01843%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMAG01843" border="0" alt="IMAG01843" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-UNJVC9Unrnc/TkCiL3Y6PEI/AAAAAAAABds/wAFYHq9T9gk/IMAG01843_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="291" height="465" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; model is wearing ienhancer brown colour (three tone)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku barulah sibuk puasa sekarang neh sebab today was my first puasa. orang di rumah sudah seminggu puasa. hari hari aku gigih bangun awal untuk prepare sahur. masa orang makan sahur aku tidur balik. pergi bazaar pun baru satu dua kali. husband aku neh jenis suka jimat dan memilih makanan. dia cuma mahu murtabak jawa untuk sungkai. lepas tu harus beli di gerai yang sama dengan gerai tahun lepas T____T. sampai puasa ke lapan neh kami belum jumpa lagi gerai murtabak sedap tu. akhirnya kami lebih pilih AKU yang masak sungkai di rumah. lebih terjamin kesedapan nya. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qw8bFIeya14/TkCiNR2T3zI/AAAAAAAABdw/ZiwMBpHpE5M/s1600-h/DSC06467%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC06467" border="0" alt="DSC06467" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-F4-sAsvKFhk/TkCiOrv-9eI/AAAAAAAABd0/pluNRlXS5UE/DSC06467_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="487" height="403" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;home made mee kari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-pXY2aJCBzYc/TkCiPrNABNI/AAAAAAAABeI/xmfWlaV58SU/s1600-h/DSC06469%25255B14%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC06469" border="0" alt="DSC06469" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-vA_m5Chq-M4/TkCiQuQuqlI/AAAAAAAABeM/F2nTprFnFRA/DSC06469_thumb%25255B12%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="488" height="415" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;home made mee basah ayam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taktik agar masakan dipuji suami&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;husband: eh kenapa umy nda kasi abis kuah umy tu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wife: nda sedap lah. nda berasa tu bah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;husband: eh punya sedap neh umy bilang ndak sedap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wife: ngehehe~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mission accomplished!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tapi harus di ingat hari ini aku sudah mula berpuasa, jadi nanti petang kita tengoklah perangai sebenar aku bila masuk bazaar. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: hukum bercontact lens juga harus kepada sesiapa yang mempunyai masalah penglihatan. tetapi TIDAK untuk contact lens yang merubah warna mata. *gulp* maka benarlah kata yang bijak pandai, jihad yang terbesar adalah jihad ke atas diri sendiri. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-254453762492724166?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/254453762492724166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=254453762492724166&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/254453762492724166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/254453762492724166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-puasa.html' title='first puasa'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-UNJVC9Unrnc/TkCiL3Y6PEI/AAAAAAAABds/wAFYHq9T9gk/s72-c/IMAG01843_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-633618789981363320</id><published>2011-08-08T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T11:14:54.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just for laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i got this from my 12 year old nephew&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Doa Tahan Puasa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Alahuma, baringsana, baringsini, wataktahan, wamaumati, walihatjam, masihlamalagi, takdenasi, watibaimegi, nantilainkali, wakasiganti&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;seriously just for laugh. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-633618789981363320?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/633618789981363320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=633618789981363320&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/633618789981363320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/633618789981363320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-for-laugh.html' title='just for laugh'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-956521989988832735</id><published>2011-08-05T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T23:48:30.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;its been four months since we said goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-NV1tYIYcgRU/TjwQuMQ4DmI/AAAAAAAABdQ/fzO03umuKK8/s1600-h/april%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="april" border="0" alt="april" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-07KOv6d6VsY/TjwQzEv36fI/AAAAAAAABdU/l1_NMpsFdVA/april_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="488" height="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;em&gt;Assalamualaikum lil angel. what you’ve been up to? =))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;manage to save one of April’s jumpsuit and bib for my good night sleep. yang lain mak sudah simpan entah di mana. her baby cot, her stroller, her car seat, her mattress. too big for you to hide, mom. teehee. but thats okay. cause when i miss her, i shall look at these things. no more crying inside out. just prayers and hope that i shall have the courage again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-956521989988832735?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/956521989988832735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=956521989988832735&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/956521989988832735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/956521989988832735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-princess.html' title='little princess'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-07KOv6d6VsY/TjwQzEv36fI/AAAAAAAABdU/l1_NMpsFdVA/s72-c/april_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-8599142066282810050</id><published>2011-08-02T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T14:57:26.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to Ramadhan with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;dulu masa aku kecil aku selalu dengar cerita kalau bulan puasa semua hantu di ikat dan roh roh orang yang sudah meninggal akan di benarkan lepas untuk balik ke rumahnya. kamu pun mesti pernah dengar ini kan? jadi aku pun percayalah bahawa bapa dan nenek ada bersama sama melihat anak dan cucu mereka berpuasa di rumah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;malam pengumuman puasa aku sempat mengaji beberapa helai Al-quran untuk redeem sepanjang aku out station aku tiada membaca kitab suci penenang hati itu. entah kenapa tiba tiba aku menangis&amp;#160; mengingat April. mungkin sebabnya adalah seperti di atas. tahun ini akan ada bapa, nenek dan April bersama sama dalam Ramadhan. sedihnya aku. ngehehe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku rindu lah masa kecil, part bulan puasa masing masing paling sibuk dengan kuih berbuka masing masing. tidak mau kongsi tau. kalau beli satu ringgit empat biji, empat empat biji tu lah mau di makan satu kali. sebab tu lah mak aku mesti akan potong kuih tu kecil kecil. semua orang dapat rasa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku rindu lah suasana shopping raya, kak mimi lah orang yang paling sibuk pilihkan baju raya untuk kami adik beradik. memandangkan bapa sudah awal pergi meninggalkan kami, kak mimi banyak tolong mak aku dari segi kewangan especially. part baju baru untuk raya memang dia punya department. aku ingat lagi tempat beli baju raya adalah TONG’S department, Wisma Merdeka. oleh kerana beli baju raya setahun sekali, maka kalau aku demand baju raya yang mahal sikit pun, dia sanggup belikan T__T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;kalau masuk bulan puasa aku memang akan banyak sedih mengenang kenangan lalu. teehee. sedih merindui mak. sedih merindui keriuhan berbuka puasa beramai ramai macam dulu. ini lah susah dia kalau beradik beradik ramai. sudah terbiasa keadaan riuh rendah. sekarang berbuka puasa secara berduet ataupun trio. sebab syahmil (adik) sekarang tinggal dengan kami.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tahun ini ramadhan yang kedua aku sebagai isteri. perasaan aku masih sama macam tahun lalu. eksaited ada. sedih juga ada. husband pun tahu kenapa. aku memang cepat tersentuh kalau part kekeluargaan neh. mujur husband aku mengerti. risau juga kalau dia salah erti dengan perangai aku yang selalu nangis pada perkara tidak berasas. hehe. bayangkan sajalah kalau aku dapat tahu adik aku belum makan pun aku akan mengalirkan air mata. semula jadi lah begini. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;apa kau expect kau akan terus terus adapt dengan dunia suami isteri sejurus sahaja kau berkahwin? raya tahun lalu, masa mak aku datang beraya di rumah mertua (aku raya di rumah mertua last year), mak aku di sambut dengan air mata bercucuran dari anaknya ini. HAHAHA. bukan apa. aku sedih lah sebab perkara itu pelik untuk terjadi. atau pula aku baru sedar aku telah di kahwini. HAHA. susah aku mau explain sebenarnya. tapi aku yakin siapa siapa yang pernah merasa pasti dia mengerti. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;okay aku sudah membebel panjang dan hampir keluar tajuk. aku cuma berharap Ramadhan ini akan dapat memberikan keinsafan dan rasa bersyukur dalam diri aku. sesusah-susah aku, ada yang lebih susah lagi. bak kata neena harun, tiada duka yang abadi di dunia. dan apalah yang aku masih duka kan sangat? dari satu kenikmatan yang di ambil oleh Nya, aku masih ada berjuta juta lagi nikmat lain yang di berikan oleh Nya. tapi manusia memang begitulah, dia suka untuk membesar-besarkan masalahnya. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;selamat menjalani ibadah berpuasa untuk semua kawan kawan blogging. jum jadikan ramadhan ini lebih ‘best’ dari tahun lalu *winks*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: insyaAllah aku ingin slow down untuk kerjaan dalam bulan puasa ini. lebih banyak membaca bacaan ilmiah mungkin. insyaAllah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: aku sangat mengalu-alukan sebarang info/artikel mengenai juadah berbuka dari kalian. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-8599142066282810050?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8599142066282810050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=8599142066282810050&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8599142066282810050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8599142066282810050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-ramadhan-with-love.html' title='to Ramadhan with love'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-5525032397775375892</id><published>2011-08-02T11:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T11:06:33.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband and wife goes Sandakan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ini adalah entry laju laju. sebabnya aku neh tiada banyak masa senggang sebenarnya untuk taip taip dalam belog neh. entri sempena Ramadhan pun aku belom ada. aku bagilah sikit sikit review ber-holiday di Sandakan manalah tahu ada orang yang mau pegi sana boleh refer entry ini. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;baiklah. sejurus selepas majlis pertunangan tamat. kami segera check in hotel. bandaraya sandakan neh tidak lah besar sangat. tidak akan sesat pun rasanya. cumanya kebarangkalian untuk berpusing pusing di tempat yang sama adalah TINGGI sebab roundabout SANGAT BANYAK. hoh pening.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LnQ7aEfgJtY/Tjdo6yZrULI/AAAAAAAABck/ypnTWIQbu90/s1600-h/p%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="p" border="0" alt="p" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Wed5AthpqNA/Tjdo8E1_nqI/AAAAAAAABco/ptkrdbM_aGU/p_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="458" height="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; tension dia sebab kena tunggu almost an hour for our room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;we stayed at swiss in waterfront which was located in the heart of sandakan town. it was nearby to almost everything; banks, restaurants, shops, KFCs and of course lah THE pasar umum sandakan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sandakan was famous for the seafood, the dried shrimps, ikan bilis bermata biru (?) dan telur penyu. mereka di sini jual telur penyu macam jual handphone curi. jual telur penyu kan illegal. jadi diorang jual main pakai signal. sort of macam neh. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-17NP1HStC5o/Tjdo85GWoQI/AAAAAAAABcs/PqFM31FbNIo/s1600-h/c%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="c" border="0" alt="c" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-PbCIgmiLMko/Tjdo90j8oBI/AAAAAAAABcw/Kaxyj1XiVMg/c_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="462" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;kalau jumpa orang jalan jalan buat signal macam neh ertinya dia ada jual telur penyu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;siap solat zuhur and refresh badan, kami pun start our tour around town. aku paling eksaited mau pegi ENGLISH TEA HOUSE. aku ingat dulu DJ ada review pasal tempat neh. aku fikir ini tempat bersejarah. rupanya. nantilah kau tahu juga ini tempat apa. keep on reading. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Q0RXOezb3V4/Tjdo_JtcB5I/AAAAAAAABc0/RF3MEMyuQeI/s1600-h/t%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="t" border="0" alt="t" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-AyjM63Q09W4/TjdpAO77DUI/AAAAAAAABc4/YddHNMX27ug/t_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="463" height="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;em&gt;streets of sandakan; in front of our hotel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2uMP3I8lfs8/TjdpBr3Oi-I/AAAAAAAABc8/wpAiR5BqLzM/s1600-h/v%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="v" border="0" alt="v" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-E1xjIZr0g4E/TjdpC9hB0HI/AAAAAAAABdA/subbVOmOZnk/v_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="465" height="329" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;em&gt;see? sah sah ini memang bukan tempat bersejarah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ini adalah tempat makan yang MAHAL. aku dan husband sedang lapar (eh bukankah baru balik dari kenduri?). combine lah duit kami dua laki bini ada RM84 (lapan puluh duit husband, empat ringgit duit aku). sebab takut duit tidak cukup, husband order nasi goreng kampung harga enam belas ringgit, aku order scone harga tujuh ringgit, minum air mineral dan orange juice. total up RM42++ including 16% taxes. memang bukan tempat makan bila time lapar. datang sini untuk dating sahaja.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-2p4y5_TrY4g/TjdpEava9SI/AAAAAAAABdE/31WSC7OD84A/s1600-h/l%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="l" border="0" alt="l" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-XbPxwtiWQzA/TjdpF79Rw2I/AAAAAAAABdI/uwYvdfjJfIA/l_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="458" height="329" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;husband is experiencing croquet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="z" border="0" alt="z" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-oFWgzpP3U3E/TjdpG6qOMvI/AAAAAAAABdM/PFtA4hZQz0Q/z_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="459" height="329" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; there are some old stuff in the restaurants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;review: tempat ini cantik untuk ambil gambar and relaxing for the rich style. cumanya kalau tidak pergi pun tidak apa. sebab ini memang bukan tempat bersejarah T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;balik hotel, mandi dan solat, lepas tu malam jalan lagi pergi pasar sim sim. masa neh aku sudah exhausted jadi gambar nda banyak ambil. bulan puasa macam neh nda payalah aku letak gambar ikan bakar kami malam tu. makruh nanti puasa kita. HAHA. oh. oh. tempat ini WORTH untuk pergi. ikan bakar + pari bakar + sotong bakar + 3 jenis sayur + air bunga dan soya = RM19 sahaja. sila makan dengan penuh rasa tawakal di jiwa. balik hotel, tidur dengan rasa puas hati. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;last day in sandakan, husband and i beli dried shrimps at Pasar Umum Sandakan. sepatutnya mau ambil gambar sebab pasar itu memang lain dari yang lain. bersih okeh. gembira hati aku nampak pasar macam tu (sindrom wanita berkahwin hehe). pusing pusing bandar sandakan for the last time. in fact terpusing banyak kali sebenarnya due to confuse dengan roundabout yang banyak sangat. akhirnya pulang ke Lahad Datu dan seterusnya Kota Kinabalu by last flight yang penuh dengan budak budak japanese baru habis Borneo Jungle School di Lembah Danum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;hasilnya, penat. tapi seronok. Alhamdulillah. lain kali boleh pergi lagi untuk attend wedding pula. InsyaAllah =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: husband terus EL on monday. aku nda dapat EL sebab kena buat preparation untuk outstation BESOK to Tawau and Pulau Sebatik. lepas itu memang aku mau duduk diam diam dalam office sampai hari raya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-5525032397775375892?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5525032397775375892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=5525032397775375892&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5525032397775375892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5525032397775375892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/08/husband-and-wife-goes-sandakan.html' title='Husband and wife goes Sandakan'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Wed5AthpqNA/Tjdo8E1_nqI/AAAAAAAABco/ptkrdbM_aGU/s72-c/p_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-7408251341265163849</id><published>2011-08-01T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T08:38:09.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so the very last weekend before entering Ramadhan, husband and i bercuti ke Sandakan for a 2D1N visit. Tentatif utama kami ke Sandakan adalah untuk memenuhi jemputan majlis pertunangan si gadis manis cinoi.com yang di sunting di taman oleh jejaka pilihan jay.com (domain ini tidak wujud, rekaan semata mata). Congratulations to both of them and Alhamdulillah jodoh kalian di mudahkan Allah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Xt5UPXsHKcE/Tja1craOMxI/AAAAAAAABcM/zRR1n5siIoI/s1600-h/qaz%25255B15%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="qaz" border="0" alt="qaz" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-UiqStBxjnHE/Tja1d6tl2rI/AAAAAAAABcQ/rvDvqAzknIQ/qaz_thumb%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="503" height="355" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;cinoi.com and her best friend for life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-mLdHwYxnqP0/Tja1e5FlwNI/AAAAAAAABcU/JVMZW2rKqn8/s1600-h/plm%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="plm" border="0" alt="plm" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-hqPot1CZnVo/Tja1gHIKNYI/AAAAAAAABcY/ZQIWI5s7Aa0/plm_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="501" height="374" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;being friends since SMSLD (Sekolah Menengah Sains LD)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;semoga berkekalan hendaknya. the wedding will be on Mac 2012. eh? is it? hehe mandai ja aku. however, one wedding coming in September *waving at Tasha*, one more in October *waving at Juria* and one more in December *heyy its on my birthday*.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-If1aCJtcuOw/Tja1hJNZ-MI/AAAAAAAABcc/koe_5vKwoX0/s1600-h/sdf%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="sdf" border="0" alt="sdf" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-RnBBsxBNzYw/Tja1i0PSqiI/AAAAAAAABcg/vrfyAlSBBlg/sdf_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="392" height="588" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; it was one hot sunny day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;blouse and sarong for a javanese touch. padahal balik hotel teros tukar sarong pegi jeans. jimat masa dan pakaian. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;oklah bai. husband is calling.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: I am sorry if any of my writings has ever hurt anyone’s feeling. Happy fasting to all =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doa Jibril menjelang Ramadhan. Ya Allah, abaikanlah puasa umat Muhammad jika sebelum memasuki bulan Ramadhan dia tidak melakukan 3 perkara : (Tidak memohon maaf terlebih dahulu kpd ibu bapa) (Tidak bermaafan terlebih dahulu antara suami isteri) (Tidak bermaafan terlebih dahulu dgn orang sekitarnya). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: coming up the adventure of sandakan by yours truly me. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*****edited*****&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;cinoi.com, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=32M1DDVwqeY&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;lagu yang bersesuaian buat hari pertunangan kamu&lt;/a&gt;. i wish to make a video clip or something with all the pictures that we take (just like the one you did for me remember? no air no air~). but im so busy darling. plus i know that my thoughts are already counted. teehee. ingat selalu pesanan ku, tolak ansur dalam perhubungan. bila bergaduh bawa diri ingat perkara manis manis. insyaAllah minta lah selalu dengan Allah agar jodoh di panjangkan dunia akhirat. i love you T_T. okeh lah ini macam ucapan orang kahwin pula. ngehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-7408251341265163849?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7408251341265163849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=7408251341265163849&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/7408251341265163849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/7408251341265163849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-is-in-air.html' title='love is in the air'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-UiqStBxjnHE/Tja1d6tl2rI/AAAAAAAABcQ/rvDvqAzknIQ/s72-c/qaz_thumb%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-7367708841880891467</id><published>2011-07-28T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T20:47:47.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something about work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum and hi everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alhamdulillah. Day 3 of outstation. all the session with the big boss are over. besok boleh buat kerja sendiri. HAHA. macam zaman sekolah kan. tomorrow i am going to spend my day at my bebeh's house. mee kari laksa for lunch. nyum nyum. and at the same time - WORK. thanks to the technology. manage to get an update on almost everything regarding work by the smartphones. teehee. but on the other side have to charge my hp almost everywhere - one time at a Mini Market, two times at the restaurants, two times at the loji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i think my own body has surprised me. for i've been working from plant to plant regardless the DISTANCE and TIME for the sake of saving my life during the meeting. HAHA. saya jenis orang kerja makmal, kalau boss tanya satu benda, saya tahu jawapan dia dari buku teks apa, tapi saya belum pernah cuba sendiri di makmal, jadi saya tidak akan jawab dia sehingga saya cuba sendiri dapatkan jawapan itu. perangai yang akhirnya memakan diri sendiri. T_T. bayangkan saya seorang perempuan berketinggian 5 kaki 1 inci, berat badan 40 kg, harus bersuara demi section di hadapan 12 orang lelaki pelbagai usia dan jawatan. so i need all the confidence in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but i guess when my will is BIG, even BIGGER than myself, i think i can always surprised myself =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps: holiday mode is ON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-7367708841880891467?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7367708841880891467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=7367708841880891467&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/7367708841880891467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/7367708841880891467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/07/something-about-work.html' title='something about work'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-1247148996275393753</id><published>2011-07-25T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T22:48:46.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>away again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;away again for meetings and inspections on the 26th till 29th. location Lahad Datu – Sandakan – Lahad Datu – Sandakan – Lahad Datu. Back and forth. i extend my trip until the 31st of July. Taking husband along with me and make it as a short vacation for us before entering Ramadhan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;initially husband and i were planning on staying a night at one of the Hotel in town(le Meridien) to celebrate on both of our extra money this month (husband with his tunggakan while me with my imbuhan for extra working). it was not much lah. tapi buli lah kalau di bikin pakai tidur hotel satu malam bah. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;FORTUNATELY, this short notice out stations will help us on getting our short vacay out from town. and some more, it was all can be claimed by me (remember: i was in my official trip kannn) ngeh ngeh. this is what some people called while diving drink water. please mind my english =_=’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ses7FoQHdxM/Ti2BhL_9HUI/AAAAAAAABb8/xzeFcauAB-E/s1600-h/poml%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="poml" border="0" alt="poml" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3yY49_YMJH0/Ti2BlDVo70I/AAAAAAAABcA/Qe6ooV_k0lI/poml_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="490" height="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;em&gt;tickets are set. husband will be coming on the 30th due to CUTI TAHUNAN SUDAH TINGGAL SEDIKIT. Hotel are booked.&amp;#160; weeeee~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and why we choose sandakan instead of Lahad-Datu-my-other-hometown? because we will be attending one of the beasties historical day *pakpakbumbumbum* thanks boss for making it happen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-4OP5dp9y0gQ/Ti2BptsQ8kI/AAAAAAAABcE/PbMgEUz94dw/s1600-h/poi5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="poi" border="0" alt="poi" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-_v1AzwuXmko/Ti2Bs_S2jFI/AAAAAAAABcI/rliCyuYnXPo/poi_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="365" height="534" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;hey you might wanna guess whos the lucky girl. if you’re reading my blog, you have a very high chance of reading hers. and vice versa. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: its funny ya know when husband and i were ALWAYS planning on this and that vacations just to make ourselves occupied during weekends and holidays. cause when we were ‘three’, spring cleaning of our bedroom (making space for the little one) during the weekend was such a perfect vacation to us =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-1247148996275393753?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/1247148996275393753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=1247148996275393753&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/1247148996275393753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/1247148996275393753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/07/away-again.html' title='away again'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3yY49_YMJH0/Ti2BlDVo70I/AAAAAAAABcA/Qe6ooV_k0lI/s72-c/poml_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-3331546033120103551</id><published>2011-07-25T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T11:44:32.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girlfriends and good music</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1e71yVlQiMQ/TizinZ65cNI/AAAAAAAABbM/Zcv8lBAQWsA/s1600-h/DSC06177%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC06177" border="0" alt="DSC06177" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-cCHSuGpHh-0/Tizio_126QI/AAAAAAAABbQ/Ly5PS3UH-9w/DSC06177_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="456" height="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-BTEhqVjIktw/TiziqFw2bpI/AAAAAAAABbU/qy0IvxY6tkI/s1600-h/DSC06225%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC06225" border="0" alt="DSC06225" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-XvCyax4VW24/TizirP2fG-I/AAAAAAAABbY/cTeI1-XFvB4/DSC06225_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="459" height="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ENK7JfiC3sQ/Tizmd7WXIII/AAAAAAAABbs/YkQOuk5QanE/s1600-h/DSC06233%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC06233" border="0" alt="DSC06233" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-CIY2DTwHV8g/TizitX8e3JI/AAAAAAAABbw/THj41f7HXtY/DSC06233_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="458" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-f0i__rsXtvc/Tiziu7zMDtI/AAAAAAAABb0/mzvsrk_dftU/s1600-h/DSC06185%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC06185" border="0" alt="DSC06185" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-hZxlp4L2OIk/Tiziv7FD2jI/AAAAAAAABb4/XV8cnaOOecM/DSC06185_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="459" height="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aizat was an awesome performer (for a Malaysian artist). He has an awesome crew; the music sounds great, the lighting *omg* we feels like bukan di KK (some more lucky). the flow of the concert went smoothly (interpretation: this boy must have work real hard on practicing and rehearsing). i adore him for that - genuine. though we might not know all of his number, but good music will always be enjoyed. and i wont think long to see him in another concert again (if).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ps: help me im so lazy today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-3331546033120103551?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3331546033120103551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=3331546033120103551&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3331546033120103551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3331546033120103551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/07/girlfriends-and-good-music.html' title='girlfriends and good music'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-cCHSuGpHh-0/Tizio_126QI/AAAAAAAABbQ/Ly5PS3UH-9w/s72-c/DSC06177_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-470744269049537967</id><published>2011-07-21T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:43:36.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an evening @Balak</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alhamdulillah. dengan segala ke-chaos-an outstation ku yang datang melulu sebelum Ramadhan tiba, aku dan suami sempat mencuri waktu kualiti bersama. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sepetang berbuka puasa sambil menonton air pancut bermusikal di BALAK, Perdana Park, Tanjung Aru.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-8aMWrTbSHbU/Tig5bS2t28I/AAAAAAAABas/1mRJ6-5fsNU/s1600-h/IMAG0149%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMAG0149" border="0" alt="IMAG0149" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6JCsKy_Spco/Tig5l0QvA4I/AAAAAAAABaw/4Kr6pHvsS6w/IMAG0149_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="295" height="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku yang berpuasa ini berbuka dengan nasi goreng kampung dan ayam goreng BALAK. nama macam eksklusif tapi sebenarnya hanya ayam goreng biasa –_-“&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;husband pula makan serupa puasa dengan mee karinya, roti telur dan juga ABC buah. penuh meja serupa empat orang makan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-NyACLPAtQok/Tig5vQ-4SRI/AAAAAAAABa0/qOz59BlBe5I/IMAG0150%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMAG0150" border="0" alt="IMAG0150" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/--t0RYrFtu8o/Tig5_cys9GI/AAAAAAAABa4/P-O6uNcBQgI/IMAG0150_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="294" height="474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;keh keh keh. cuma dua puluh tiga ringgit untuk makanan sepenuh meja. husband yang kemurahan pun kesedapan makan. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Perhatian: bila matahari mula terbenam, makan pun dalam keadaan samar samar bayangan. romantik okeh. di susuli pula dengan air pancut bermusikal. macam bercuti di luar negara lah! =p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sebelum berbuka, husband aku jogging dulu lima belas minit –_-“. sementara aku duduk duduk di tepi kolam tengok orang orangan. lepas tu nampaklah satu preggy mommy neh sedang jogging berdua dengan husband dia. teruslah ingat dulu dulu aku pun macam gitu kan. rajin juga jogging kecil kecil dengan husband masa preggy. sedih juga hati. tapi macam happy juga sikit sikit. kalau aku ingat April kan, di samping sedih, mesti ada yang bikin happy. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ekKb3vmhGio/Tig6KCu_aAI/AAAAAAAABa8/RzwCrOwL6_I/s1600-h/IMAG0141%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMAG0141" border="0" alt="IMAG0141" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-g7S8rdA28rU/Tig6X9J0yCI/AAAAAAAABbA/dnTIN7K7aIs/IMAG0141_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="287" height="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Info mungkin penting: Perdana park neh di bina atas sumbangan salah sebuah syarikat operator loji rawatan air di Sabah. sebab itulah taman neh banyak unsur unsur loji air. aku pusing keliling playground sebab dorang buat playground tu resembles dengan proses rawatan air di loji sebenar. aku pujilah company neh sebab its a community project by them to educate people about water treatment process which i think has cost them A LOT. aku nda banyak ambil gambar sebab camera bawak tapi memory card sudah tinggal di pc office T_T. aku just tangkap satu gambar yang aku paling suka di playground itu sahaja.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-UJben2ZHdJM/Tig6e820HZI/AAAAAAAABbE/ZuthSVaQXZ4/s1600-h/IMAG0136%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMAG0136" border="0" alt="IMAG0136" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-TraGfVinAYg/Tig7EFKSoSI/AAAAAAAABbI/zinbCMzfKzg/IMAG0136_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="537" height="338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; kenapalah proses ini tiada di dalam loji T_T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ps: semua gambar adalah dari handphone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-470744269049537967?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/470744269049537967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=470744269049537967&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/470744269049537967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/470744269049537967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/07/evening-balak.html' title='an evening @Balak'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6JCsKy_Spco/Tig5l0QvA4I/AAAAAAAABaw/4Kr6pHvsS6w/s72-c/IMAG0149_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-5444591102542458545</id><published>2011-07-18T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:53:14.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend with love and danish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;weekend neh kami tidak balik kampung. husband ada tournament futsal. dan selepas tu kami ada tight schedule untuk melawat families yang sakit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-tbGhwMFSPQQ/TiPKEq90mqI/AAAAAAAABaU/ToLlus7oYGw/s1600-h/DSC06070%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC06070" border="0" alt="DSC06070" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zqFYeBAAq0Y/TiPKGOvkbaI/AAAAAAAABaY/tnrzQwFfTqA/DSC06070_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="324" height="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;pewwittt~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;at my FB wall pun malar check in check in di segala tempat. from Taman Khidmat to BSA Futsal to Sabah Medical Centre sampai tujuh lapan kali check in. T____T. janganlah annoyed ya. my husband baru tahu aplikasi check in. dia punya kerja lah semua tu. and oh! my mom was in town. jadi kami pun pergi melawat cucu dia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-rnn0dmlGV7I/TiPKIJClaUI/AAAAAAAABac/EQxVD_Q_FnI/s1600-h/DSC06085%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC06085" border="0" alt="DSC06085" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-RmPn6WveZS8/TiPKKH5PF-I/AAAAAAAABag/e5kCJhz0-ew/DSC06085_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="456" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; he’s not feeling well. itulah mahal senyuman dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zsDmhl6pMvQ/TiPKNfgyvLI/AAAAAAAABak/5a6h6-eERTU/s1600-h/123%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="123" border="0" alt="123" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-qDs2ncVCvVY/TiPKRTzNZrI/AAAAAAAABao/HtfN7ThY3wQ/123_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="458" height="423" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;feverish Danish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sepatutnya the weekend aku mau tidur puas puas. teehee. sebab last week kan ada kerja luar daerah. jadi badan manyak sakit wooo jalan manyak jauh. tup tup sudah jadi macam neh. jalan non stop. bukan jalan jalan pergi mall pun. but visiting orang sakit kan. jadi haruslah aku dan husband pergi. aku ingat dulu masa aku berpantang ramai orang datang lawat aku. best lah perkara itu. boleh bikin orang sakit jadi sihat tau. terima kasih ah kepada sesiapa yang telah datang melawat tu. you know who you are. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;besok aku kerja luar daerah lagi. penat juga neh sebenarnya. but i rather be spending my time being busy with work instead of ambik cuti rest di rumah. percayalah ini memang yang terbaik. teehee. lagi pula aku ada makan MADU TUALANG. makan neh terus jadi saiko lah bertenaga sepanjang masa. haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: pasukan husband aku kalah semua game. kesian bah. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: apalah point aku buat statement macam di atas tu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-5444591102542458545?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5444591102542458545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=5444591102542458545&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5444591102542458545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5444591102542458545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/07/weekend-with-love-and-danish.html' title='weekend with love and danish!'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zqFYeBAAq0Y/TiPKGOvkbaI/AAAAAAAABaY/tnrzQwFfTqA/s72-c/DSC06070_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-5254456748317037919</id><published>2011-07-16T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T20:47:08.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;what do you feel when your doctor laughed over your anxiety?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;situation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;FYI, I still have my follow up visits with my gynae at Rafflesia Medical Centre regarding baby April’s case. Assumptions to assumptions were made. Tests to tests were made. but still my gynae left me with ‘unidentified’ answer as conclusion. and i am at this point that i just could not take that as an answer anymore cause it left me wondering and haunting my mind each of my days and nights. i suffer a lot during my first two months due to over thinking. i forgot that Allah works in mysterious ways.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;at my very recent visit, Mr. gynae has asked me whether i am planning on getting pregnant in any near future or not. and i told him that i dont have the heart. this is where he starts on giggling.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;as he giggled, i started to shoot him with lots of questions (unstoppably) as if it was waiting all these time to come out from my mind/heart/mouth. the last questions ends with a statement like this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;“doctor, you are not worry about me!”&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;okay. then he laughed. and somehow, i feel relieved hearing that. he said that being worry is not necessary. all i need now is to be positive. *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;if you notice, it was only after three months until i am able to talk about April. Alhamdulillah. &lt;strike&gt;kalau dulu asal cerita pasal April habis banjir Taman Khidmat neh. teehee. sekarang pula sudah lain&lt;/strike&gt;. now i can talk about her and smiled. one of the most frequent conversation between me and husband was&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Aby, April tu anak umy lah”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“eh bukan lah. April tu anak aby lah”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;this is progress! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and being the most unstable thing on earth, i do hope that dear positivity shall visits me more often.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doa ketika di timpa kesusahan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ya Allah, tiada kemudahan melainkan apa yang Engkau jadikan mudah dan perkara yang susah boleh Kau jadikan mudah, apabila Engkau mengkehendakinya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted at my FB wall by dearest mother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Menghibur HATI ertinya : tida membiarkan HATI merana, berduka &amp;amp; bersede dgn msalah Duniawi yg tak akan usai hingga akhir hayat. Mgapa memilih SEDE jika ada GEMBIRA..mgapa memilih DUKA jika ada SUKA &amp;amp; mgapa memilih DERITA jika ada BAHAGIA. Jika hidup memberi mu 100 alasan utk menangis. Tunjukan bhwa kamu masi memiliki berjuta2 alasan utk TRSENYUM&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ps: jangan hairan dengan penulisan mama aku. dia memang pandai terguna spelling dulu dulu tu. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;pss: Semoga Allah terus panjangkan rasa senangku *doa kuat kuat*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-5254456748317037919?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5254456748317037919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=5254456748317037919&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5254456748317037919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/5254456748317037919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/07/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-4552665879843223326</id><published>2011-07-16T17:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T18:05:38.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cwanbewwy wed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Disclaimer: Terima kasih buat jij sebab dia lah aku tahu tahu pasal update donia pesen neh. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;for this raya, i am thinking about going on blocking colours. aku memang suka guna kain plain untuk bikin baju raya. motto aku masa musim raya – less is more sweet. kain corak corak selalu akan jadi stok baju pakai pegi pejabat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;last year Raya 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-uOVwYPCcElI/TiFgKraQdSI/AAAAAAAABZ4/0fjkIY_-TiE/s1600-h/def%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="def" border="0" alt="def" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-M2O4YEmzCbA/TiFgSn--GhI/AAAAAAAABZ8/5J1-xyMIwI8/def_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="467" height="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;turquoise~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-hPG8rPXz_vw/TiFgXifVwOI/AAAAAAAABaA/7N1o8v0mW2c/s1600-h/abc%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="abc" border="0" alt="abc" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-LTxMaJlTkAo/TiFgtHllbYI/AAAAAAAABaE/YWzVy1NwFHM/abc_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="363" height="473" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;blue and purple. consider colour blocking kah? =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Raya last year we were three actually. with April Tanisha inside me at 3-4 months. tengoklah gua punya muka manyak happy wooo (pengaruh KL gangster). teehee. Alhamdulillah. sekarang pun aku still happy juga =))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;this year raya actually sudah plan for Brown. sempat pergi round segama untuk survey kain colour brown last friday. aku suka kalau kain raya aku and husband pakai material yang sama. supaya kalau orang nampak terus dorang tau ni mesti laki bini. senang kan. nda payah orang sibuk mau tanya “mana laki/bini kau?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sudahnya masa survey kain tu aku jumpa kaler neh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ICXh-aIYikY/TiFg6q3y0nI/AAAAAAAABaI/o6IqUfoIPww/s1600-h/IMAG0114%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0114" border="0" alt="IMAG0114" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-D6SM7BJLOUk/TiFhCsJIhdI/AAAAAAAABaM/isHXJVMxcdc/IMAG0114_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="362" height="477" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;cranberry red &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;aku memang sudah lama carik warna neh. selalu nampak Proton Gen 2 yang colour neh. tapi susah mau dapat di kedai kain. jadi teruslah tukar tema raya masa tu jugak. husband aku terpaksalah pasrah pakai baju warna manis manis begini. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;biasa baju raya aku upah jahit dua pasang saja. baju raya last year pun masih kira baru lagi. recycle lah balik untuk raya ketiga hingga ketigapuluh. lagi satu aku punya tabiat, banyak kain belum jahit kumpul kumpul bawah meja. mungkin ada dalam 6-7 pasang. aku selalu beli kain tapi malas hantar tailor. simpan lah di situ dua tiga tahun. boleh lah ambil satu dua pasang tu untuk baju raya. save budget aku. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;apa daa aku punya merepek hari sabtu neh. Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ps: belum puasa pun aku sudah fikir baju raya. thinking out of the box kan *apa kaitan* &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;pss: so whats your colour, darlings?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-4552665879843223326?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4552665879843223326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=4552665879843223326&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4552665879843223326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4552665879843223326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/07/cwanbewwy-wed.html' title='cwanbewwy wed'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-M2O4YEmzCbA/TiFgSn--GhI/AAAAAAAABZ8/5J1-xyMIwI8/s72-c/def_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-4625120817751915595</id><published>2011-07-14T09:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T09:10:43.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Just came back from my Beluran visit. masuk office pagi neh penat masih berbaki, tapi sebelah petang nanti mau jalan pegi Beaufort pula *waving at jij* so hey ho! lets go!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;here’s my Beluran visit random ten&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. sepanjang stay tiga hari dua malam, aku makan nasi kuning setiap pagi. ternyata orang beluran memang terror masak nasi kuning. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. setiap kali dinner aku makan udang. Udang sweet and sour. Udang masak butter. nasib baik aku nda ampus.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. staff aku yang belanja/bayar aku makan *malu*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;4. dua malam tidur di Legend Motel Beluran adalah penyeksaan. &lt;strike&gt;aduh penggunaan perkataan melampau. macam berita berita (apa pula neh tiba tiba).&lt;/strike&gt; tidak dapat a good night sleep walaupun siang telah bekerja keras.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;5. aku pasang TV sampai pagi sebab takut. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;6. orang orang Beluran adalah penjimat letrik ataupun suka masuk tidur awal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;7. aku tiada gayut dengan husband (due to nda dapat tidur) sebab dia tidur awal di dua dua malam tersebut. ngaaaaa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;8. sebelum pulang aku sempat beli ketam nipah dua kilo dengan harga empat belas ringgit. dan berikutan aku terlalu banyak bertanya perihal ketam, adik tukang jual ketam suspect aku nda pernah nampak ketam T_T &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;9. barulah aku exprience sendiri menggunakan air paip beluran. sebelum ini selalu terima komplen pasal air beluran ada odour yang weird. it is because of their source of river yang sedikit bersifat swampy. tapi jangan khuatir banyak, kualiti air paip beluran adalah sentiasa mematuhi piawaian WHO (World Health Organization) mengikut lima parameter kritikal. ini telah menentusahkan bahawa air tersebut adalah selamat untuk di minum. dan odour bukanlah termasuk di dalam lima parameter kritikal itu tadi. cuma setelah aku experience sendiri, barulah aku tahu, it is uncomfortable. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;10. so i have came up with lots of suggestion regarding the above matter. secara teori lah. tengoklah nanti kalau usul aku di terima boss ok?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC06013" border="0" alt="DSC06013" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bUyfDyI78dM/Th5CBGzKOeI/AAAAAAAABZw/yrJzghaxoEU/DSC06013_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="468" height="424" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gambar WAJIB letak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i do hope people of beluran ada membaca entry ini. sekian dan terima kasih.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;BERKHIDMAT UNTUK NEGARA DENGAN BERSIH, CEKAP DAN AMANAH *ini tiada kaitan dengan mana mana rally okay*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-CJZ76jGNbrs/Th5CDIrsRrI/AAAAAAAABZ0/9f8h86xb2Hw/s1600-h/DSC06013%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;saya yang menurut perintah,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;FIONAHAFIZ&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-4625120817751915595?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4625120817751915595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=4625120817751915595&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4625120817751915595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/4625120817751915595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/07/random-ten.html' title='Random ten'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bUyfDyI78dM/Th5CBGzKOeI/AAAAAAAABZw/yrJzghaxoEU/s72-c/DSC06013_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-8525512291639885246</id><published>2011-07-11T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:19:55.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sxskx3MIjhw/ThqkFDsTF9I/AAAAAAAABZY/Sh9HzmTUS3k/1310368227465.jpeg' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'&gt;&lt;img border='0' src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sxskx3MIjhw/ThqkFDsTF9I/AAAAAAAABZY/Sh9HzmTUS3k/s288/1310368227465.jpeg' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 173px;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thanks to smartphone i am able to update an entry even in mobile. Ok thanks bye.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ps: mabuk perjalanan T_T&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pss: neena harun sudah pulang. Cinoi.com dan chiijaggedlittlepill.blogspot.com, ole ole kamu ada dengan ku.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: xx-small' align='right'&gt;posted from Bloggeroid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-8525512291639885246?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8525512291639885246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=8525512291639885246&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8525512291639885246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/8525512291639885246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/07/away.html' title='Away'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sxskx3MIjhw/ThqkFDsTF9I/AAAAAAAABZY/Sh9HzmTUS3k/s72-c/1310368227465.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-3261423626661808902</id><published>2011-07-08T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:05:07.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kurma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F1HSjoWGTb4/ThasID_r28I/AAAAAAAABZU/ojpLq2IkhMw/1310108650081.jpeg' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'&gt;&lt;img border='0' src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F1HSjoWGTb4/ThasID_r28I/AAAAAAAABZU/ojpLq2IkhMw/s288/1310108650081.jpeg' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 173px;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Semangat much eh?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Aku testing testing ja post neh. Hari tu beloging pakai bloggerdroid. Lepas tu aku uninstalled. Sudah tukar pakai bloggeroid. Baca review yang bloggerdroid tu bikin phone receive banyak spam. Dan semua android user sudah tukar pakai bloggeroid. Pelik lah. Aku nda perasan apa pun spam spam segala. Aku lalang saja neh ikut perkembangan semasa. Konon. Teehee.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: xx-small' align='right'&gt;posted from Bloggeroid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-3261423626661808902?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3261423626661808902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=3261423626661808902&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3261423626661808902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3261423626661808902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/07/kurma.html' title='Kurma'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F1HSjoWGTb4/ThasID_r28I/AAAAAAAABZU/ojpLq2IkhMw/s72-c/1310108650081.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-3578792966322733845</id><published>2011-07-07T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T10:07:26.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>husband aku cakap..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;senang sahaja kalau mahu tahu satu orang perempuan itu sudah berkahwin ka belom. macam mana?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;tengok lengan dia. bahagian tangan, upper section. apa apa lah explaination aku mengenai tangan neh. tapi faham kan bahagian manakah itu. he (the husband) said that kalau perempuan sudah berkahwin, lengan tangan dia besar. T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sila jangan terus apply kepada diri anda kerana&amp;#160; ini adalah di atas pemerhatian husband saya cuma. tiada di sokong oleh mana mana study ataupun kajian saintifik.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;dan sebenarnya aku tidak sokong pun. apa kaitan lengan perempuan jadi besar selepas dia berkahwin? lengan aku yang kecil ni pun terus dia (the husband) claim besar. T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;suatu hari semasa aku memasak di dapur. aku punya pergerakan di dalam dapur memang ada lain sikit. automatik jadi laju. balik office-masuk dapur-kumpul semua pinggan kotor dalam sink-ambik rice cooker-rendam dengan air supaya kerak lembut lalu senang cuci-keluarkan ikan/daging/ayam dari freezer-balik semula ke sinki untuk SORT OUT pinggan kotor-biasanya ikut saiz susun susun yang paling besar di bawah-mesti mau buat begini sebelum cuci piring penyakit OCD-masak nasi-potong potong bahan tumisan-panaskan kuali-tumbuk bahan tumisan-masukkan dalam kuali-cuci semua perkakas yang sudah di gunakan tadi (pisau, sesaban, batu lesung)-masak lauk-ulang lagi prosedur masak untuk lauk kedua-lauk masak on time dengan nasi masak-siap masak-susun lauk, piring, sudu, gelas di meja-pastikan susunan lauk balance-kaut nasi pegi pinggan-susun lagi final touch-okay boleh makan!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;bayangkan lah perangai aku dalam dapur neh sudah jadi macam satu benda rutin. hari hari begini. kadang kadang aku baru pijak lantai dapur, terus transform jadi BABU macam neh. autopilot. ini belum lagi di hari hari yang terpilih untuk cuci kain. kena slot in pula prosedur cuci kain dalam aktiviti di atas. MACAM MANA LAH LENGAN TIDAK JADI BESAR?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;macam ada pula hubung kaitnya kan. itu baru cerita part memasak. satu per lima puluh daripada tugas isteri di rumah kan? teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;lagi satu tugas hakiki isteri (atau aku seja kah mungkin), &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-IwY2MrG8Fzg/ThUUWnV-h8I/AAAAAAAABZE/FfsJqpa-DNM/s1600-h/Untitled1%25255B10%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Untitled1" border="0" alt="Untitled1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ST4jfd4bVDU/ThUUXZAf67I/AAAAAAAABZI/_MnYumfi9sQ/Untitled1_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="351" height="579" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;selepas kahwin, isteri akan upgrade jadi pegawai aset di rumah. barang husband kau semua terus menjadi di bawah pengawasan kau. harus sentiasa alert baju favourite husband sudah lipat taruk di mana, pendrive husband yang tinggal dalam poket seluar dia kita lah yang kena selamatkan sebelum selamat masuk dalam washing machine, KASUT JOGGING husband sudah masuk kereta kah belum. and the list goes on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;kadang kadang aku tension tau kenapa kena buat begini. HAHA. tapi aku ingat aku pun selalu buat my mom macam neh. nanti emak kita cuci kain. terus lah kita tuduh dia lipat kain baju lepas tu taruk mana mana almari buat kita susah cari. adoi. kesian emak. T_T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;sekarang aku pun sudah pikul tanggungjawab yang emak aku pikul dulu. ini bukan saja saja punya tugas suruhan tau. ini tanggungjawab kita. sekarang juga aku text husband suruh dia baca entri neh nanti malam. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;please dont get me wrong. aku bukan komplen laki aku. ini kisah benar rumah tangga. yang mungkin baru lima inci di permukaan punya cerita. just to give a glimpse of example how married life can be. i know some of my friends are approaching to that. teehee. &lt;em&gt;*wedding bells*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;and always remember, tidak kira lah kau siapa di pejabat. pegawai kah lawyer kah majistret kah balik rumah jadi care taker husband, okay? &lt;em&gt;*self reminder*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ci2Kc6xEjaw/ThUUY-Nv_qI/AAAAAAAABZM/mMBi06v0UtQ/s1600-h/DSC05792%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC05792" border="0" alt="DSC05792" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-KwV65QUc7G0/ThUUZ6pW1XI/AAAAAAAABZQ/Tcu15c6-Xa8/DSC05792_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="469" height="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love my husband aka my tukang angkat barang &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-3578792966322733845?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3578792966322733845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498694997714978864&amp;postID=3578792966322733845&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3578792966322733845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498694997714978864/posts/default/3578792966322733845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/2011/07/husband-aku-cakap.html' title='husband aku cakap..'/><author><name>FionaHafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683293109244375588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvn0g_FO1eI/TgkC69hJJsI/AAAAAAAABX0/F59bREotaxQ/s220/IMAG0047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ST4jfd4bVDU/ThUUXZAf67I/AAAAAAAABZI/_MnYumfi9sQ/s72-c/Untitled1_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498694997714978864.post-462227368355526511</id><published>2011-07-06T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:17:43.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urusan siapa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-5m1yPwrHu-s/ThPTzU-gEwI/AAAAAAAABY8/ANKaK0ZCUQE/s1600-h/aizatkonsert%252540sabah%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="aizatkonsert@sabah" border="0" alt="aizatkonsert@sabah" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/--3gdCyJs1z8/ThPT1awsOtI/AAAAAAAABZA/TpWfZUy3sGc/aizatkonsert%252540sabah_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="357" height="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i’m not really a fan of Aizat. but i’m a fan of good music. dan Aizat’s music never let me down (so far). mau pegi neh tapi husband nda mau join. NOT A FAN katanya. apa apa lah dia tuh!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ps: Projek Pistol pun aku suka (esp lagu syurga) tapi aku nda pegi sebab aku lambat tahu dan kena masuk Razz. erk. aku macam rasa pelik. HAHA. apa apa lah aku neh. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pss: hari neh aku busy. yeahhhh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498694997714978864-462227368355526511?l=fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeadlylove.blogspot.com/feeds/462227368355526511/comments/default' title='P
