tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74413610554876697382024-03-13T18:53:10.791-07:00Apa-apa SajaJust to ramble anything that crossed my mindAlong Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-22611799151987668122010-06-10T02:35:00.000-07:002010-06-10T02:57:58.242-07:00My prince is turning 8 months old<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/TBCyFunNEKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/5iKCjAPcdWM/s1600/30491_405979680904_606425904_4317535_2558521_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/TBCyFunNEKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/5iKCjAPcdWM/s320/30491_405979680904_606425904_4317535_2558521_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481076557991448738" border="0" /></a>Turned 1st June, my little prince turned 8 months old. Just overnight, he seems grew up so much. First, he can crawl, perfectly..and very fast. My heart beat stopped multiple times due to his fast actions. Secondly, he just learnt how to stand. In fact, he is trying to ask me to let go of his hand so that he can stand by himself. Thirdly, he is more chatty. Much much more than before. That includes..abang..sound like abam.. ayah...sounds like ayyaaa... But he called mommy as mmmmmmmmmm.... Hmm..how difficult to call mommy? Anyways, he is cheekier and cheekier and he can do backstroke in the swimming pool<br /><br />My prince is such a gem. Check out his pic with his niece. Aren't they adorable? Counting my blessing every day...Along Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-36099710012956458032010-04-15T21:34:00.000-07:002010-04-15T21:42:17.979-07:00Reflection<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/S8fpDhzfC2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/UFwd5uqu1fQ/s1600/4786418cf841ccac.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/S8fpDhzfC2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/UFwd5uqu1fQ/s320/4786418cf841ccac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460589320033209186" border="0" /></a>Sadness surrounded me and my loved ones for the last couple of weeks. This is the biggest test for us and it is sometimes overwhelming. The recent incident made me realize that we need to start to be aware of our surroundings. Bad things that happened to other people, may one day be your nightmare. I guess we have been very naive to think that certain things could not happen to us just because it never happened yet.<br /><br />While I know that things happened for a reason and there's a lesson that the Almighty wanted us to learn out of this, it still hurts. I pray for the strength for everyone involved, I hope His guidance will always be with us, leading us to the right path. One lesson that I learnt, family ties can't be broken and the love is endless with no boundary. We will go through this....Along Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-79993499218270954902010-02-28T19:29:00.000-08:002010-02-28T19:57:37.234-08:00A Trip to Temasek<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/S4s2MyE-S9I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ate5mEBIhQc/s1600-h/SANY5118.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/S4s2MyE-S9I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ate5mEBIhQc/s320/SANY5118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443504167836339154" border="0" /></a>It has been more than a month since our last trip back to Singapore. I was still under the weather during the trip, due to the food poisoning from my prior trip to HK, causing my hubby to wonder whether I'm putting a strike against him (for not talking that much that is..).<br /><br />My Little Precious seems excited meeting his siblings and niece. He had stolen his grandma, aunts and cousin's heart with his usual charms.<br /><br />Singapore is much cooler compared to KL. So it's a good break for us (from the heat that is....) Our no-so-little Charmer are now getting more and more handsome and he is aware of that. We tried to have a conversation with him about not having girlfriends at that such young age (note the plural)..but he tried to avoid the subject. My other half cunningly told the Charmer that I would like to have a word with him about his girlfriends. The Charmer gave me the 'do-not-embarrass-me-in-public' look as we have they were a couple who sat next to our table were eaves dropping our conversation. As a good mom.. I spared him...chewah!<br /><br />It rained cats and dogs on our trip back to KL, so the trip back is much longer than we anticipated. Nevertheless we arrived safely by 8 pm and by 9pm, I'm off to bed with my little precious whilst my hubby quickly freshen himself up to be back infront of the TV to root for Red Devil. I knew Red Devil must have won, coz he was in such a good mood...Along Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-5038762558899593632010-02-22T02:43:00.001-08:002010-02-22T02:46:16.444-08:00Being Away For The First Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/S4Jf-pQfNpI/AAAAAAAAAqE/DCA2Sxa0-RM/s1600-h/isfahan+driving.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/S4Jf-pQfNpI/AAAAAAAAAqE/DCA2Sxa0-RM/s320/isfahan+driving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441016829648516754" border="0" /></a>I'm writing this entry from my hotel room in Hong Kong. This is the first business trip since I got my Little Precious and this is the first time I do not look forward to travel at all. The meeting is too short to have Little Precious tag along with me. Just looking at his picture made me missed him so so much (sob sob sob..all teary...).<br /><br />Last night, he refused to sleep at his normal hour. He kept on laughing and insisted for me to play with him. Although he dozed off in front of the TV, when I changed him into his pyjamas, he opened his eyes and gave me the sweetest smile. He was babling and cooing while I packed and only almost midnight we cuddled and fell asleep. Later on, he only woke up twice for approximately 20 minutes each time, and this morning, when I left for the airport at 6.30 am, he was still sound asleep. I did not have the heart to wake him up, so I just planted a kiss on his cheeks, and whispered that I love him so much.<br /><br />I called my hubby during lunch, and he said Little Precious will be alright. I guess my hubby is right, my little boy will be doing fine. Unfortunately, I am not okay. 18 degrees Celcius outside my room, but I'd rather be in the hot and humid country of mine, hugging my little angel. Missing my baby like crazy. My honey bunny, mommy will be home in 2 days time okay? Be a good boy. Love you...Along Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-55208305432257299842010-01-31T19:16:00.000-08:002010-01-31T19:33:07.069-08:00What A Journey 2009 Was<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/S2ZIa2an2DI/AAAAAAAAApI/dd1yeB_n5vw/s1600-h/P251209_08.48.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/S2ZIa2an2DI/AAAAAAAAApI/dd1yeB_n5vw/s320/P251209_08.48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433109626590058546" border="0" /></a>Goodness, I've been ignoring this blog for a while now. I used this blog to get connected with my siblings and with every siblings on Facebook, we kinda exchanged comments like "anyone going back to see abah and mak this weekend?", "what's the plan on CNY?" on FB status. What a genius that young chap who created FB :-)<br /><br />Anyways, what happened to me? A lot of things had happened since the last posting in August 2009. I gave birth to my son on Oct 1. Was on 2 months maternity break. Got myself a maid..(oh no...yep..I'm one of the working mom who will be complaining about their maids over lunch time..he he ). Came back to work mid December. Celebrated my new year at work as usual. The only difference, I have my hubby waiting for me at my office lobby around 1 am. The next day, we went back to Singapore for my hubby's cousin's wedding.<br /><br />Oooh.. I got myself another niece in December - Shakiratul Nabilah. She looked exactly like my son..amazing. And you know what it means..? My son is still the only grandson for Zakaria's family :-) ...but not for long now. As I write this post, my sister is now in labour room, delivering her 3rd child, the 2nd grandson. At least my son now has male cousin..hahaha.<br /><br />To sum up 2009 for me, being pregnant for 9 months and 2 months on maternity leave. That explains why I don't write as often as I wanted to eh? I hope I can spend more time on my blog this year...call it my new year resolution..hehehe. Hope that I'm not pregnant this year..otherwise this blog will be abandoned ...again. Cheers..Along Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-17527193976295065592009-08-06T19:41:00.000-07:002009-08-06T23:05:26.549-07:00A Prosperous Year Indeed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/Snue9g5nkJI/AAAAAAAAAn0/62mo5rwMpUw/s1600-h/bunnybooties.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/Snue9g5nkJI/AAAAAAAAAn0/62mo5rwMpUw/s320/bunnybooties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367058160582889618" border="0" /></a>Wow, more than half a year I have not been writing on this blog. This year, Zakaria's family has not been meeting each other as often as we wanted to. My Labi, since she joined main campus has been busy almost every weekend. No more spending time with me, her Labu, to venture on our little crimes..ha ha.<br /><br />However, this year, there are few additions to Zakaria's clan. First came Rauhah Humairah in the month of May, then it'll be my firstborn, due in October, next Man's will be due in December..and in January, Lina will give birth to her 3rd child. Can you imagine how's our 2010 family potrait will look like???<br /><br />Idi is in Form 4, so grown up and he is so active in Nasyid..in fact he is competing in National Competition..not as a singer..but main gendang..hahah. OK la tu kan Idi?<br /><br />Kak Chik is in campus, Amir had Rauhah this year, Man is still in Jakarta and Lina is every busy with her campus activities and her super intelligent kids.<br /><br />I'm going back to Kulim next week to meet Lina and Man. May be can put up some pictures then..Along Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-54597883772020382592008-12-31T04:33:00.000-08:002008-12-31T04:58:56.969-08:00Here to Wonderful 2008 and a Anticipated 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SVtoAQdb6aI/AAAAAAAAAgk/WGhRGMpn7qU/s1600-h/2153175054_44759e656e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SVtoAQdb6aI/AAAAAAAAAgk/WGhRGMpn7qU/s320/2153175054_44759e656e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285932941277129122" border="0" /></a>In the beginning of 2008, I have made a resolution that I will focus on myself this year..and I just did that. It turned out the decision has changed my life totally.<br /><br />In the career department, I've moved to a level that I've worked hard for. I'm lucky that I have a great boss and working with a great company that recognize my contribution continuously. So despite the long nights and weekends/public holidays that I have to spent at work, I can rest assured that it will not go unnoticed. Alhamdulillah....<br /><br />On the personal side, I've met a wonderful man who is now my husband. I always wonder how people can tell whether they have met their soulmate. You know what, if you meet the one, you'll know that he is the one. The path to our marriage was so smooth that at one point we were skeptical as it was too good to be true. Hence, when things are moving too fast, rather than you freak out and take a break, my recommendation is to just go with the flow. If you meet the right person, things will be easy. It should not be hard.<br /><br />I would like to take this opportunity to wish everyone, especially my friends, siblings and relatives a wonderful 2009 ahead. For those who had a great year like mine, let's give ourselves a toast. For those who feels that 2008 could be better, let's wish 2009 will promise greatness and happiness. My new resolution - balanced life and strive to be a better wife, mother, daughter and friend.<br /><br />Cheers everyone..see you next year!!!Along Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-10007423380079556652008-12-05T05:11:00.000-08:002008-12-05T05:43:49.749-08:00Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Adha<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/STktFS6_4CI/AAAAAAAAAeU/iOGZSIrKLJY/s1600-h/aidiladha2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/STktFS6_4CI/AAAAAAAAAeU/iOGZSIrKLJY/s320/aidiladha2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276298007443136546" border="0" /></a>To all muslimin and muslimat out there, wishing you a Barakah Eidul-Adha. May we learn the lessons from the past and from the people before us especially the true meaning of sacrifice. Let's together pray that our friends and relatives who are currently in Makkah Al-Mukarramah performing their 5th obligation as a muslim will be rewarded a mabrur haj, Insya Allah. May their journey showered with His blessings and may they safely return home to the love ones.<br /><br />For those who driving back to their hometown for a long weekend, do drive safe. Biar lambat asalkan selamat. You may see me on the North South Highway on Sunday :-)<br /><br />I'll be on 2.5 weeks break. A very special break. Looking forward to it. This break will change everything.. wink wink.<br /><br />Till then.. see you guys in 2.5 weeks time. Lots of love to all... Muahh..Along Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-49338872918135247562008-11-18T15:09:00.000-08:002008-11-18T20:09:30.484-08:00A Sign Of A Good Man <span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://alongzack.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSORKgoKCFAAADiNEp41"><img class="alignleft" src="http://images.alongzack.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SSORKgoKCFAAADiNEp41/1033786241-c1bc19a266.jpg?et=i73nMIVRaMh%2C3C4paMhRDQ&nmid=0" border="0"></a></span>Had a conversation with someone yesterday on a very known politician in Malaysia. He made a comment that he pitied this politician because he feels the politician is a nice guy but weak. My response was, I do not think he is a nice guy. My conversation partner then pointed out that whatever error that the politician committed due to the influence by someone else. Being a weak person, he fell for it.<br><br>I begged to differ. In my view, it boils down to the man's conscience. If the conscience is clear, the intent is honest, it'll be translated into good behaviour and hence an honourable act. When you have clear concience, you will know what is wrong and what is right. You will always do the right thing, even how difficult or painful it may be.<br><br>In this case, if the politician has clear conscience, he would not have fell into the trap of being influenced by someone else, including his close family members. But since he did, it shows that he does not have a good conscience, and thus, not a good man. Simple. <br><br>I think people must take ownership on the consequences of their act and not blame onto others for the damages and pain they have caused. Being weak may not be a sign of a bad individual, but letting others to take advantage of your weaknesses and refused to take responsibility of the consequences is definitely can't be categorized as a good man. When I grew up, you know what we called for people who did a boo-boo, did not want to own it and worse, blame others? Penipu..which is cheater! In grown-up words .. I think we can call them hypocrites or a*sh***s. No offence - just my view.<br> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Along Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-23705085243449957452008-11-15T17:48:00.001-08:002008-11-15T18:03:41.701-08:00A Wonderful Week<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SR9_YDKrKGI/AAAAAAAAAds/8eCG0UL9XO8/s1600-h/S7300353.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269070140190435426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SR9_YDKrKGI/AAAAAAAAAds/8eCG0UL9XO8/s320/S7300353.jpg" border="0" /></a> This has been a wonderful week indeed. Work has been hectic but all to-dos were accomplished. What made this week so special was due to an unplanned visit from loved one. Itu namanya rezeki. This visit made the supposed to be 9 weeks separation very much bearable. I supposed this will be a good surprise for the loved ones in Temasik also :-)<br /><br />This weekend is a pampering-myself weekend. Started with pedi, mandi lulur (Kak Nur, you're really awesome) and ended with a session with my hairdresser. In between did catch up with the original 8 dara pingitan gang..he he he. Dah 6 tahun ko menghilang anak rusa Nani.. Dari anak sorang sampai anak 3. Jgn dok tenggelam lagi la.. Kalau tak aku kensel order serai dari ladang ko!<br /><br />Writing this blog while having my breakfast infront of TV. Kejap lagi nak gi market to shop for stuff untuk dinner tonight. Ada orang teringin nak makan masak lemak cili padi..kesian..<br /><br />Well, the weeks ahead will be very busy. Tapi tak nak pikir2 sebab otak dah berserabut ya amat sampai dah nak naik semput. Anywhoo.. tomorrow, bowling sessions with all the staffs. Jangan asyik melongkang sudah..malu mak! Till then....CIIIAAAAOOOAlong Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-47213470120755451742008-11-09T19:39:00.000-08:002008-11-10T00:39:09.058-08:00Are We There Yet? Almost...<a href="http://alongzack.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SRfmfQoKCowAAA-j5681"><span class="insertedphoto"></span><span class="insertedphoto"></span><span class="insertedphoto"></span><span class="insertedphoto"></span><span class="insertedphoto"></span><span class="insertedphoto"></span></a><span class="insertedphoto"></span><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://alongzack.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SRfmfQoKCowAAA-j5681"><img class="alignleft" src="http://images.alongzack.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SRfmfQoKCowAAA-j5681/DSC00864.JPG?et=%2BY4QliqJYeI%2CSziFMby8IQ&nmid=0" border="0"></a></span>It was a busy weekend. Drove back to hometown with my Labi, A'an n Rizqi. Left KL around 2 am Saturday. Has to stop twice - tak tahan mata daaa. Reached Kulim around 8 am. Mama n abah already went to market. <br><br>Good thing was all missions to be completed prior to Saturday were all done. Phew. Hardwork.. but all done! So so so so happy. Saturday was shopping day with mama. She waited me to come home to get ideas for the curtain. Bought stuff for her project. Walked so much that day. I'm flat tired by the time Isyak. <br><br><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;">Sunday - fixed the curtain and finished the hantaran. Alhamdulillah. Cekap betul makcik. Cantik? Mestilah.. tengok kaki lah. Cik abang kata mak punya lift pegi tingkat amatlah tinggi - kalah Petronas Tower. He he he..jgn mareee.. <span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br><br><a href="http://alongzack.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SRfq7goKCowAAHA2GFc1"><img style="width: 226px;height: 166px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.alongzack.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SRfq7goKCowAAHA2GFc1/DSC00866.JPG?et=Kyc9uwd8LLVidA8grHqGrg&nmid=0" border="0"></a>Supposed to leave Kulim after zohor but as I'd like to have as much things closed as possible, I ended up left almost 6pm. Since I was driving alone, tried my best to reach Shah Alam before midnight. Smooth ride all the way. Sempat singgah rumah lama to pick up glue gun and was greeted by Joey at home at 9.40 pm. Alhamdulillah? Camno boleh cepat sangat. Biasolah... Eden ni kan ala2 KL drift sikit. Lepas gian lah.. Nanti dah hidup berdua dah tak blh ganas2 .. DI JALAN RAYA.. sebab cik abang ada darah gemuruh..Kuang kuang kuang!!!!<br><br><br>So projek kat Kulim dah selesai. Now focus projek KL la pulak. Dalam dok sibuk2 ni..just received a call from headhunter. Hmmmmmmm... Makcik nak test market tengok. Agak2 berapa agaknya harga makcik kat luar sana.... Tungggggguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu<br><a href="http://alongzack.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SRfmfQoKCowAAA-j5681"><span class="insertedphoto"></span></a><a href="http://alongzack.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SRfmfQoKCowAAA-j5681"><span class="insertedphoto"></span></a><a href="http://alongzack.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SRfygwoKCowAABX6FpM1"><img style="width: 284px;height: 214px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.alongzack.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SRfygwoKCowAABX6FpM1/DSC00868.JPG?et=9yYV7b4rrb%2CB4Z0276nAtA&nmid=0" border="0"></a><br><a href="http://alongzack.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SRfmfQoKCowAAA-j5681"><span class="insertedphoto"></span></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></div><span class="insertedphoto"></span><a href="http://alongzack.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SRfmfQoKCowAAA-j5681"><span class="insertedphoto"></span></a><a href="http://alongzack.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SRfmfQoKCowAAA-j5681"><span class="insertedphoto"></span></a></div> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Along Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-34460126556196912332008-10-29T16:27:00.000-07:002008-10-29T20:27:15.154-07:00Finally It's Over <span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://alongzack.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQkn4AoKCowAAG6BLkQ1"><img class="alignleft" src="http://images.alongzack.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SQkn4AoKCowAAG6BLkQ1/exhausted.jpg?et=CUTDMxybMPL0UEFzqzhghw&nmid=0" border="0"></a></span>Workwise, I've been in hell for the last 1 week. Not only a lot of issues to handle, the amount of effort to put prepare 2 presentation packages to a new executive has really drained me out. I spent the entire weekends and Deepavali doing my charts. After almost 8 iterations, the final package was ready and presented to Big Kahuna in two nights in a row. Finally all done. Reached home around midnite. I can't barely open eyes when my dearie called me before his golfing session. Funny thing was right after the brief call, terus pengsan kat sofa. Woken up around 4 am by Jimmy Kimmy's laughter. Adoi... kuatnya TV! Masya Allah, sempat pecat hijab je... I was still in my office clothes!<br><br>With Joey trailing me from behind, went up to clean up and change and performed my obligation to Allah SWT. Sebaik je bagi salam, received a call from cik abang. Accompanied him tengok TV, with my eyes closed. Yang kelakarnya masuk subuh, cik abang kata..gi solat dulu, nanti sambung. Niat hati nak tido 5 minit before wudhuk..sedar2 dah 1/2 jam passed. Lepas solat subuh, realised that cik abang dah disconnect. Kesian dia tunggu..ha ha ha.. Truly sorry, hon. Lepas subuh, terus tido balik..sedar2 dah kol 8.40 am. Nampaknya in the morning, kerja kat rumah je lah.<br><br>Hmmm.. did not realize that the preparation for the review is really taking the toll on me. Luckily lah, I have someone to keep my sanity. Alhamdulillah now it's over although few follow-up items have to be closed. <br><br>This week onwards, my mind and energy can focus back on the big day preparation... 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Firstly, I was not with my family during the eve of Syawal. Instead of busy cooking in the kitchen, I was stucked in the office on September 30th, busy with quarter end close. I was so tired that I dozed off at my workstation. My boss knocked my table few times to wake me up. Pathetic eeh? When I left office around 2 am in the morning on October 1, I have not even packed! Luckily I received a wake up call at 4 am, basically threw all my stuffs in the bag, quickly showered, packed some cookies for the guard and the cab driver, and dashed to the airport. BTW, met Hans Isaac at the airport. Handsome? Boleh la...<br /><div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">First destination - Kak Jah's house. </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Left to right: Huda, Samihah, Mir ; A'an & Man.</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3UCOSJMqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Lb2iSbDkRCg/s1600-h/Picture+218.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3UCOSJMqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Lb2iSbDkRCg/s200/Picture+218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259593074497630882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3UCbX5JjI/AAAAAAAAAYM/STGIAt4Mxmw/s1600-h/Picture+221.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3UCbX5JjI/AAAAAAAAAYM/STGIAt4Mxmw/s200/Picture+221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259593078011405874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">First destination - Kak Jah's house.</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> Left to right: Abah, Kak Tam n her new bub, Mama; Man n Idi striking side pose...pegggh..</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3UC89ydoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rdzjqJ1tUEU/s1600-h/Picture+227.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3UC89ydoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rdzjqJ1tUEU/s200/Picture+227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259593087028721282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3Vdpw6-KI/AAAAAAAAAYs/eWR6lxuiU10/s1600-h/Picture+222.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3Vdpw6-KI/AAAAAAAAAYs/eWR6lxuiU10/s200/Picture+222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259594645242575010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Still @ Kak Jah's house. Left to right: </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Kak Chik n Samihah looking lovely, Me, Mir & Samihah..</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3Vd86dexI/AAAAAAAAAY0/5kClFSeIitI/s1600-h/Picture+237.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3Vd86dexI/AAAAAAAAAY0/5kClFSeIitI/s200/Picture+237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259594650382859026" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3VeH-DvtI/AAAAAAAAAY8/O3rJlY0t8S4/s1600-h/Picture+236.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3VeH-DvtI/AAAAAAAAAY8/O3rJlY0t8S4/s200/Picture+236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259594653350739666" border="0" /></a><div> </div>I reached Penang about 7.45 am. My brother, Amir was already waiting outside the airport. We drove back to Kulim but have to stop at the first mosque we passed in Kulim. Caught the Eidul Fitri prayers just by the nick of time. Alhamdulillah. My sister Lina celebrated her Eid with his hubby's family, only arrived 11 pm that evening. The first day of Eid, we went through the usual routine - tahlil at my maternal grandma's grave, tahlil at my paternal grand parents and uncles graves, visited my dad's niece , and closed the day with dinner at Mak Kiah's. <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Left to right: </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Me n Kak Chik all smiles; Kak Tam's daughter - first time seeing her. So photogenic.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3UDSj2MXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ePRk6j9ZdCo/s1600-h/Picture+228.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3UDSj2MXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ePRk6j9ZdCo/s200/Picture+228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259593092825493874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3UD7KFGQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/3tGwIG4eZ1Q/s1600-h/Picture+243.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3UD7KFGQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/3tGwIG4eZ1Q/s200/Picture+243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259593103723272450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Last stop for the day - Mak Kiah's: </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Samihah patiently waiting for her cousins to arrive. Where is Mak Ngah?? </span><br /><div> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3YW8UNFVI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/JK0KDITS5O0/s1600-h/Picture+245.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3YW8UNFVI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/JK0KDITS5O0/s200/Picture+245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259597828498199890" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3YXOz_gmI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/8QYeA4bX1VU/s1600-h/Picture+246.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3YXOz_gmI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/8QYeA4bX1VU/s200/Picture+246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259597833463366242" border="0" /></a><div>Second day, started with photo session at the photo studio. This is the tradition of our family since I was 16, taking family pictures on Eid. Previously, when all of us are still single, we just took the pictures at home. Since the family members now grew from 8 to 15, we need a studio..he he. My family is a family of routine. And same as last year, day 2 was dedicated to my mom's family. Visited all her brother, sisters, and cousins. We closed the day with a big feast in Sungai Petani. Ditaja oleh.. Cik Norliza..ha ha ha. Apa nak buat banker, dah nasib badan.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Some personal shots at the studio. The family shots did not turn out right as the lighting was too bright. Missing in the pic - mama n abah..<br /><br />Left to right first row: Lina's family, Man's family<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Left to right second row: The singles, Mir's family</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3XSNV-lfI/AAAAAAAAAZE/FUFqX7xELOU/s1600-h/Picture+256.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3XSNV-lfI/AAAAAAAAAZE/FUFqX7xELOU/s200/Picture+256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259596647658067442" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3XSk0M4lI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PRzumYnXmCM/s1600-h/Picture+260.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3XSk0M4lI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PRzumYnXmCM/s200/Picture+260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259596653958849106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3XTGLiH_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/3gtB6olq3zA/s1600-h/Picture+268.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3XTGLiH_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/3gtB6olq3zA/s200/Picture+268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259596662915080178" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3Xrj2k76I/AAAAAAAAAZs/3JTHevabUZo/s1600-h/Picture+271.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3Xrj2k76I/AAAAAAAAAZs/3JTHevabUZo/s200/Picture+271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259597083197108130" border="0" /></a><div> </div><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><br />First destination on 2nd raya - Ngah's. The kids enjoyed themselves mandi air gunung... Grrrr sejuk...</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3ahuBDUNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mmqFa6tT6ak/s1600-h/Picture+272.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3ahuBDUNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mmqFa6tT6ak/s200/Picture+272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259600212661588178" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3aiLk6HSI/AAAAAAAAAaM/uzmE9xyyRKs/s1600-h/Picture+273.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3aiLk6HSI/AAAAAAAAAaM/uzmE9xyyRKs/s200/Picture+273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259600220596608290" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3ai4KaBgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/U9tiSHfYyNQ/s1600-h/Picture+274.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3ai4KaBgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/U9tiSHfYyNQ/s200/Picture+274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259600232565048834" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3ajM4iWWI/AAAAAAAAAac/X4fGrPnPjSI/s1600-h/Picture+279.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3ajM4iWWI/AAAAAAAAAac/X4fGrPnPjSI/s200/Picture+279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259600238127241570" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3ajUALk9I/AAAAAAAAAak/3wgFCMkUskY/s1600-h/Picture+282.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3ajUALk9I/AAAAAAAAAak/3wgFCMkUskY/s200/Picture+282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259600240038351826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Second destination - Lang's. Full of makan2, drama, and people dozing off..he he he.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3cAK9q9WI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oFpf68sUN3g/s1600-h/Picture+313.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3cAK9q9WI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oFpf68sUN3g/s200/Picture+313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259601835339740514" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3b-XRCw4I/AAAAAAAAAas/YJZn18hc_Fg/s1600-h/Picture+293.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3b-XRCw4I/AAAAAAAAAas/YJZn18hc_Fg/s200/Picture+293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259601804282479490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3b_ut_EhI/AAAAAAAAAa8/TQwKVKcBlBU/s1600-h/Picture+302.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3b_ut_EhI/AAAAAAAAAa8/TQwKVKcBlBU/s200/Picture+302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259601827757756946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3b_-el2dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/m2xevFCUsFU/s1600-h/Picture+310.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3b_-el2dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/m2xevFCUsFU/s200/Picture+310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259601831988156882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Third destination - Ndak's. Reunited with Mak Njang's family....<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3daAjV1pI/AAAAAAAAAbU/-AkP7FvIVXI/s1600-h/Picture+316.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3daAjV1pI/AAAAAAAAAbU/-AkP7FvIVXI/s200/Picture+316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259603378733176466" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3dab6bwcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/mn5RofHSAEM/s1600-h/Picture+328.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3dab6bwcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/mn5RofHSAEM/s200/Picture+328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259603386077790658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3da-5muDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/IJPZ0p7PWJQ/s1600-h/Picture+315.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3da-5muDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/IJPZ0p7PWJQ/s200/Picture+315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259603395469555762" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3dboq3VlI/AAAAAAAAAbs/pbUBgnvxLNk/s1600-h/Picture+317.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3dboq3VlI/AAAAAAAAAbs/pbUBgnvxLNk/s200/Picture+317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259603406682019410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Second last destination - Pak Long's. Dah lama betul tak jumpak Pak Long. Dah ada cucu pun..<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3eRV3G20I/AAAAAAAAAb0/xuRBxdOqaLo/s1600-h/Picture+335.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3eRV3G20I/AAAAAAAAAb0/xuRBxdOqaLo/s200/Picture+335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259604329346030402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3eRwEp2-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/hs15sI4RSU0/s1600-h/Picture+332.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3eRwEp2-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/hs15sI4RSU0/s200/Picture+332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259604336382172130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Last destination - Laksa Shack.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3fSER8WeI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UEaxZcIZ9X0/s1600-h/Picture+338.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3fSER8WeI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UEaxZcIZ9X0/s200/Picture+338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259605441318246882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3fS2sMqcI/AAAAAAAAAcM/UF4RMyDCp_0/s1600-h/Picture+339.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3fS2sMqcI/AAAAAAAAAcM/UF4RMyDCp_0/s200/Picture+339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259605454850140610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3fTFvUenI/AAAAAAAAAcU/LtRLyLdy8IA/s1600-h/Picture+341.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3fTFvUenI/AAAAAAAAAcU/LtRLyLdy8IA/s200/Picture+341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259605458889767538" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3fTsXm9GI/AAAAAAAAAcc/1USka_S09xA/s1600-h/Picture+347.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3fTsXm9GI/AAAAAAAAAcc/1USka_S09xA/s200/Picture+347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259605469259297890" border="0" /></a><div>Third day is something out of norm as bakal menantu Pak Ya came to visit us. Lepas penat berhempas-pulas kat dapur, si Labu meninggalkan teratak buruk Taman Bersatu, menghala ke Pulau Mutiara, menjemput tetamu kehormat..ha ha ha. Arrived in Kulim for lunch and sessi beramah mesra pun bermula. Left home around 5pm. Niat di hati nak ke Padang Kota. But the traffic was so bad that we reached Penang only at 8pm. We have no choice but to head straight to the airport. Had enough time to just have coffee at Coffee Bean at the airport. Nak buat camne, Nyah. Saboo je lah.</div><div> </div><br /><div>Fourth day is the last day for most of anak2 Pak Ya. So, mom decided to bring us to her favourite nasi beriani restaurant in Penang. So with 3 cars we headed to Campbell Street. I would say the rice is OK, but the fried chicken is delicious. So does the murtabak. Check out the hungry wolves!! After having lunch, all of us went separate ways. Lina headed back to Alor Setar. Mir and Man dropped me at the airport to catch flight back to KL. While mom and dad went to Bukit Kayu Hitam to drop Idi.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3gGlt4NvI/AAAAAAAAAck/xv3D7Glky5A/s1600-h/Picture+365.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3gGlt4NvI/AAAAAAAAAck/xv3D7Glky5A/s200/Picture+365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259606343646983922" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3gG9antzI/AAAAAAAAAcs/F2jEKFkjRT8/s1600-h/Picture+363.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3gG9antzI/AAAAAAAAAcs/F2jEKFkjRT8/s200/Picture+363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259606350008661810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3gHIu5XtI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Xz0wE7UdHM8/s1600-h/Picture+364.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3gHIu5XtI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Xz0wE7UdHM8/s200/Picture+364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259606353046494930" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3gHQ6e9ZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/odEwzOgtI8g/s1600-h/Picture+367.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3gHQ6e9ZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/odEwzOgtI8g/s200/Picture+367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259606355242579346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3gjg6p29I/AAAAAAAAAdE/4zA3CRciVr8/s1600-h/Picture+368.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3gjg6p29I/AAAAAAAAAdE/4zA3CRciVr8/s200/Picture+368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259606840574598098" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3gj2p20uI/AAAAAAAAAdM/oloht4LS7yQ/s1600-h/Picture+369.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SP3gj2p20uI/AAAAAAAAAdM/oloht4LS7yQ/s200/Picture+369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259606846409724642" border="0" /></a><div> </div><br /><div>Overall, Eid Fitri 2008 was very colourful and fun.</div>Along Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-25911842010504367562008-10-19T20:20:00.000-07:002008-10-20T00:20:54.108-07:00Link to Blogspot<p>Too lazy to blog in few locations. As I have been writing in blogspot, I'll continue to use it. I'm linking this page to only my general blog. Did a huge mistake of accidentally linking my personal and private blog. Luckily Kak Faz has put comment on my recent postings on Tinta Along, making me realize that it was accidentally linked..Phew..! </p> <p>As you guys know, I'm a private person and some information are only privileged to close buddies and families only. So other than the one on "Apa-apa Saja" which I classified as general information, the rest is out of boundary for those outside of the circle. SSsssoowwwwy....</p> <p>P/S: Tks Kak Faz for leaving the comment. Kalau tak, nahas..</p><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Along Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-39044552009094520362008-09-29T19:18:00.001-07:002008-10-11T04:09:37.944-07:00Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SPCIzEUSGXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Fx9sfwVK7FA/s1600-h/1528429141_c41006f427.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SPCIzEUSGXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Fx9sfwVK7FA/s400/1528429141_c41006f427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255851176054888818" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wishing all muslims, Selamat Hari Raya, maaf zahir dan batin. This has been a wonderful and memorable Ramadhan for me and I hope this is the same case for all of you. As I'll be working on the eve of Syawal, a lot of preparation work like cooking rendang and baking cakes and cookies need to be done here in Shah Alam. So, assisted by my Labi, we did a lot of stuff. Cooked 2 kg daging of rendang tok, 4 bijik fruit cake, 3 types of cookies - kuih samprit, kuih makmur and choc chip cookies.<br /><br />For this Hari Raya, I'm leaving all of you with something that I posted in my friendster last year - a quote that I found as very true. Eidul Fitri is about forgiveness. Hence, let's offer our forgiveness to those who has wronged us. May we find the strength to do this even how hard it is to forgive someone who really hurt us. Semoga sinar Syawal memberikan keberkatan kepada kita semua, Amin.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">************************************************************************************</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Every Hari Raya, our Muslim friends will use a greeting so simple in its execution, many forget its significance. The greeting ‘maaf zahir batin’ which translates loosely to ‘I seek forgiveness (from you) physically and spiritually’ for Hari Raya means a time to reconcile and renew relationships with others. </span><blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> </blockquote> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Forgiveness is something we should all practise. Not just for Hari Raya but every day. We should celebrate it and embrace it as an essential part of our lives. There is nothing so bad that cannot be forgiven. Hurt will never heal until you forgive. </p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">If you are at war with others, you cannot be at peace with yourself. You can let go and forgive. It takes no physical strength to let go, only courage. </p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Forgiveness is the single most important process that can bring peace to our souls and harmony to our lives. Forgiveness is not something we have to strain ourselves to do. Forgiveness helps you move forward. No one benefits from the forgiveness more than one who forgives. </p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Give yourselves the gift of forgiveness today. Maaf zahir batin to all. </p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong" - Mahatma Gandhi </p> <p><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">** The above message is the courtesy of Crush Communications </span><br /></p><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">************************************************************************************</span></p>Along Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-69191540288603425982008-09-19T00:39:00.000-07:002008-09-19T21:00:56.798-07:00Cempedak, Timun, Durian dan Sotong<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SNNmVJ23ehI/AAAAAAAAASc/OPKdYyjQgMg/s1600-h/1431110949_d2a6d34430.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SNNmVJ23ehI/AAAAAAAAASc/OPKdYyjQgMg/s320/1431110949_d2a6d34430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247650504426093074" border="0" /></a>What a topic huh? I have 3 strories to share today.<br /><br />First, about cempedak. According to Wikipedia (heheh), <b>Cempedak</b> or <b>chempedak</b> (pronounced "chem-pe-dak"; <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syn." title="Syn." class="mw-redirect">syn.</a> <i>Artocarpus integer</i> (Thunb.) Merr., <i>Artocarpus polyphema</i> Pers.) is a species of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tree" title="Tree">tree</a> and its <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fruit" title="Fruit">fruit</a> in the family <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moraceae" title="Moraceae">Moraceae</a>. The taste of the fruit is similar to the related <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jackfruit" title="Jackfruit">Jackfruit</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breadfruit" title="Breadfruit">Breadfruit</a> with a hint of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Durian" title="Durian">Durian</a>. A sweet, mild, and juicy pulp surrounds the peanut-like seeds in a thick layer between the husk and an inedible core.<br /><br />What has the cempedak to do with my story? Nothing! This is my blog..ikut suka lah kan.. Anyways, there's a Malay poem "Buah cempedak di luar pagar , ambil galah tolong tunjukkan, saya budak baru belajar kalau salah tolong tunjukkan". Translation.."yada yada ..about a student who is learning new things which needs guidance from the expert". I have a student, let's call him Cempedak. A very adorable, fine looking cempedak..grr..nyum nyum. The expert in the story is me (tenkiu tenkiu). I just taught Cempedak a new skill ie blogging. But my my my! What a student! The day that Cempedak creates his blog, he posted 8 entries on the same day on different stories. Amboi amboi.. lawan tauke nampak.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SNNxTwVqnbI/AAAAAAAAAS8/N8MNXa1HRJY/s1600-h/419065381_d5fefa3e3d.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SNNxTwVqnbI/AAAAAAAAAS8/N8MNXa1HRJY/s320/419065381_d5fefa3e3d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247662575023988146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SNNxT2DsSYI/AAAAAAAAAS0/DGoS4NXxlTc/s1600-h/58188249_2344e5c22f.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SNNxT2DsSYI/AAAAAAAAAS0/DGoS4NXxlTc/s320/58188249_2344e5c22f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247662576559212930" border="0" /></a><br />Then come the second story. There's this kind hearted-loving-sweet-amazing timun (cucumber) who taught a eager-intelligent-yummy durian on a new skill , say blogging again. So the durian is so into the blogging arena until he sleeps at 4 am due to this new found skill. He is now a sleep deprived durian and guess what? He looked at timun and said, "This is all your fault... because of you.. I now have less sleep". Sigh. Being a timun - even if she rolled over the durian, she'll hurt herself. And still, she'll hurt if the durian rolled over her. Ajar susah..tak ajar susah.<br /><br />So moral of the story from 2 stories above. If you want to be a fruit - choose to be a fruit with torn. Boleh buli orang. Tapi kalau dah born as human tu, just be human lah. Apasal nak jadi buah pulak? Mendee lah! Plus, puasa2 ni..banyakkan makan buah. Elok untuk kesihatan.. ha ha ha ha. Cakap pasal buah ni lapar la pulak. Bukak puasa dengan cempedak goreng, rojak buah dengan pengat durian pun alright jugak..! Why am I talking nonsense? It's because of the third story. Hampeh!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SNNzyfoNjhI/AAAAAAAAATE/LXzTLwY1NE4/s1600-h/424078457_704b15a2c1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SNNzyfoNjhI/AAAAAAAAATE/LXzTLwY1NE4/s320/424078457_704b15a2c1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247665302137572882" border="0" /></a>The last story I have is on sotong. Today, in two different occasions I have to deal with a lady, let's call her sotong lah. This sotong is very blur. In fact, tahap blur tu boleh dikategorikan tahap sotong kurita. She is so blur that she choked me with all those hands and made wonder why am I wasting almost 2 hours of my time today talking to her. Because in the end, I do not know what she want, I definitely know that she do not know what I'm talking about because when she repeat what she thought she hear me saying , she said totally different thing (she even thought I'm someone else..suara sedap macam ni pun tak kenal..susah betoi), and she has left 9 poor souls in the meeting so confused that they did not say a word.<br /><br />I have a friend on the same meeting, let's call him Smarty Pants (SP), a Sabahan living in Sydney, who instant messaged me during this meeting saying repeatedly "just say yes.. do not answer her.. do not say another word.. you're making her dragged us into a deeper maze...say u have to leave for other meeting...end this misery, tolong la... ". And the meeting has became a joke because we are started instant messaging each other trying to understand what is going on. When I told SP that I think Ms Sotong is not on the same page with us, the response was "don't talk about the same page, she is in a different library".<br /><br />Actually I ended the misery... MY MISERY. Told Ms Sotong, I'm late for another meeting and I have to leave (which is true btw). SP sent me instant message immediately, "Tell her to release me too", which I replied "save your own *ss". Sigh. I do not know how Ms Sotong has survived in her life. Then again, may be her blurness brought her to where she is right now. Oh Life.... ! I'm amazed...<br /><br />OK lah..malam ni dah malam ke-20. That means the pursuit of lailatul qadar starts tonight. May all of us get the barakah... Insya Allah.Along Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-64017387359631426562008-09-16T00:53:00.000-07:002008-09-16T01:45:19.882-07:00If You Know The Meaning of This Message, This Is For You<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM9nG8kZatI/AAAAAAAAALY/zbPVmyVhzFw/s1600-h/2750011993_284a23bfe7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM9nG8kZatI/AAAAAAAAALY/zbPVmyVhzFw/s320/2750011993_284a23bfe7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246525459945581266" border="0" /></a>This post is dedicated to someone I hold so close to my heart. If you read this post, you know I love you so much. You found me!!!! One down... 2 more to go!!!! The other 2... takkan jumpa punya... ha ha ha. MuuahAlong Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-39770200993280796892008-09-15T22:21:00.000-07:002008-09-18T16:15:41.157-07:00The Almost Perfect WeekendLast weekend was a reunion of Hj Zakaria's family with exception of Kak Chik and Idi who can join due to other commitment. Mama and abah were happy to see their 2 sons, 2 daughters, 1 son in-law, 2 daughter in-laws and 4 grand daughters around for bukak posa. They'll do another round on the last day of puasa with everyone except me coz I HAVE TO WORK!!!<br /><br />On Friday, after terawih, I went to see Amir at his house in Cheras where he's waiting for me. Original intention was to leave KL by 10 pm. But at 9-ish I realized that I have not done the laundry for the week. Pressed wash option (huh 80 minutes? boleh tido satu das nih). Msg Mir saying that I'll leave home approximately 11 and got the greenlight. In the meantime boleh melayan my darling on line.<br /><br />Bertenet sekejap and then dozed of. Woke up, took shower, and sidai baju. Left Bukit Rimau almost midnite. Took me less than 1/2 hour to reach Bandar Permaisuri. Abah called when I entered Amir's apartment compound. Kena nag - "Kata nak bertolak after terawih.. Ni dah pukul berapa?" Ye lah bah... lepas terawih la ni.. Solat terawih start kol 11 nak buat camno..ikut Mekah..he he he.<br /><br />We left KL around 12.30 and reached Kulim almost 4 am. Sahilatur Rizqi is awake watching tadarrus. Baik anak sedara mak chaq sorang ni. She has grown quite a bit.<br /><br />Mama was heating the lauk - kari ayam and ikan terubuk sumbat... Nyummy. During sahur abah told me that tomorrow I need to follow him to order kad jemputan and the day after to sign declaration form at Pejabat Agama. Sapa kata nak kawin ni senang, nyah....<br /><br />Various shots of Rizqi, the youngest of all grand daughters...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_Ru5OOd_I/AAAAAAAAAMk/oYcmH1bcQCM/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_Ru5OOd_I/AAAAAAAAAMk/oYcmH1bcQCM/s320/Picture+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246642694474594290" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_RvIGE_aI/AAAAAAAAAMs/9NZvSUdLxdM/s1600-h/Picture+081.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_RvIGE_aI/AAAAAAAAAMs/9NZvSUdLxdM/s320/Picture+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246642698466950562" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_Rvav2TqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/r1gKO4n0gjc/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_Rvav2TqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/r1gKO4n0gjc/s320/Picture+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246642703473987234" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_RvW7xl_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/ciUTwTSSdfc/s1600-h/Picture+083.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_RvW7xl_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/ciUTwTSSdfc/s320/Picture+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246642702450268146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_Zgff8vqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/VEsKWPV4Enc/s1600-h/Picture+084.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_Zgff8vqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/VEsKWPV4Enc/s320/Picture+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246651243144461986" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_ZglybcKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/j0uv6r8KL2Y/s1600-h/Picture+080.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_ZglybcKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/j0uv6r8KL2Y/s320/Picture+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246651244832583842" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And of course the ever adorable, Samihah Humaira..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_YPbGGzKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/T6DwFPyv9S0/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_YPbGGzKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/T6DwFPyv9S0/s320/Picture+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246649850392923298" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_YPrk1eWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5OEYWyJNSwE/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_YPrk1eWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5OEYWyJNSwE/s320/Picture+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246649854816778594" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_dEWL7HaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YXry11G773M/s1600-h/Picture+076.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_dEWL7HaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YXry11G773M/s320/Picture+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246655157654724002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_dEvyjZMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/LswQ0agAXAQ/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_dEvyjZMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/LswQ0agAXAQ/s320/Picture+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246655164527633602" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_YP3YUQXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jq6AkRaCmFg/s1600-h/Picture+066.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_YP3YUQXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jq6AkRaCmFg/s320/Picture+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246649857985495410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_YQZCw6VI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-hQZuMRa7F0/s1600-h/Picture+077.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_YQZCw6VI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-hQZuMRa7F0/s320/Picture+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246649867021904210" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So after subuh, took a nap and left house with abah to see the card. Simple and cheap one dah la. Kad ni orang campak jugak akhirnya. I've never heard anyone who has a collection of wedding cards. Kalau ada, sama ada orang tu tgh frust (awek2 dia kawin dgn org lain - so simpan jadi kenangan), or pengantin itself, or orang yg amatlah tak mempunyai hobi - get a life dude!<br /><br />After card, we went to furniture factory to look at wooden doors. You see, Taman Bersatu where my parents stay will be visited by heavy rain and followed by flash food once a year. So pintu2 kat rumah tu dah tersengih2... ada yang dah menyeringai (imagine rimau nampak lembu..sengih dia camno?). So abah planned to replace the door of the house. But if want to replace..tak boleh la replace one only..must be all the doors - at least my house first. After the visit, abah buat mesyuarat tingkap untuk colllect cukai pintu..ha ha ha. Ada satu muka budak tu sudah kelabu..hahaha... abah siap offer bayar installment. Sapa yg kelabu..dia la yang terasa..ha ha. Muuah!<br /><br />After meeting is over, labu without the labi..have to start cooking for bukak puasa. My labi..I miss you! Pandai ngelat tak balik kampung yeee? Ingat akak tak tau trick Kak Chik? Basah kuyup akak kat dapur sorang2 tau! What's the menu for the day? Nasi daging, dalca, terubuk sumbat (bila dah siap jadi kelapa sumbat la pulak..sbb kelapa lagi banyak dari ikan), keropok, air asam, and jemput2 jagung + sambal cicah. I've outsourced air asam and jemput2 jagung saja - the rest.. mak yang masak, nyah. Hai..untung laki mak. Ni kena up sikit duit belanja ni..! (Lawak je honey..tapi kalau nak kasi extra... stadium Shah Alam i tadahkan he he)<br /><br />Ni lah hasil penat lelah si labu... Apa kata survey? Of course la sedap.. Mende lah!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_TZBM0LVI/AAAAAAAAANE/2tIwCOMWnrk/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_TZBM0LVI/AAAAAAAAANE/2tIwCOMWnrk/s320/Picture+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246644517682294098" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_TZTLsIMI/AAAAAAAAANM/OQMBXow03oY/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_TZTLsIMI/AAAAAAAAANM/OQMBXow03oY/s320/Picture+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246644522509410498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_TZp1ocAI/AAAAAAAAANU/-85YlaSXrGc/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_TZp1ocAI/AAAAAAAAANU/-85YlaSXrGc/s320/Picture+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246644528590909442" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_TZ3OpZlI/AAAAAAAAANc/l0f7zBJspnE/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_TZ3OpZlI/AAAAAAAAANc/l0f7zBJspnE/s320/Picture+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246644532185491026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_TaclyilI/AAAAAAAAANk/uH96gN8BKCE/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_TaclyilI/AAAAAAAAANk/uH96gN8BKCE/s320/Picture+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246644542214670930" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_U9zPhp7I/AAAAAAAAANs/J3RaVdscTtU/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_U9zPhp7I/AAAAAAAAANs/J3RaVdscTtU/s320/Picture+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246646249102354354" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Abah getting ready to berbukak.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_U-ZhhDLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2-Ljf87_fnw/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_U-ZhhDLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2-Ljf87_fnw/s320/Picture+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246646259378359474" border="0" /></a><br />Ghani aka baby sitter. Anak2 sibuk menyanyi. Bapak layan baca paper. Yo Yo all..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_U-qWpD2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/O-OKbe6HBGs/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_U-qWpD2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/O-OKbe6HBGs/s320/Picture+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246646263896149858" border="0" /></a><br />Air tembikai + sprite = Sodaaap seeeeh<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_U_NU5DzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/V5yv_P1CSEc/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_U_NU5DzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/V5yv_P1CSEc/s320/Picture+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246646273284050738" border="0" /></a><br />Control hensem ke control bunciiit??<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_U_ju5tYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/YZrP5BDV5aY/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_U_ju5tYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/YZrP5BDV5aY/s320/Picture+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246646279298725250" border="0" /></a><br />Mesyuarat tergempaq menantu pompuan Cik Com. Semua ni kaki bodek seh...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_W4T4O75I/AAAAAAAAAOU/cWrBH7L7J_E/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_W4T4O75I/AAAAAAAAAOU/cWrBH7L7J_E/s320/Picture+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246648353807069074" border="0" /></a><br />Proud mothers...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_W4UJM4nI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Zu9rZTE74cY/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_W4UJM4nI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Zu9rZTE74cY/s320/Picture+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246648353878237810" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_W44qbHSI/AAAAAAAAAOk/0pEnBrVBKpM/s1600-h/Picture+086.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_W44qbHSI/AAAAAAAAAOk/0pEnBrVBKpM/s320/Picture+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246648363681258786" border="0" /></a><br />Finally a tired aunt, sis and daughter. Tapi senyum tetap senyum!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_XewJ_e3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/X5ftUPZ9BgQ/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_XewJ_e3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/X5ftUPZ9BgQ/s320/Picture+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246649014232775538" border="0" /></a><br />The next day, as planned gi pejabat agama. Alhamdulillah semua dah clear. Then went to Bertam to buy ubat batu karang for a friend. Saw huge resort there in the middle of no where. Aduhai Pak Lah.... resort apa la kat tengah Kepala Batas ni. Tak de tourist attraction langsung! Kot2 dekat laut tak jugak..kot2 dekat gunung, hampeh, kot2 dekat tasik, kering kontang.. parit ada la. Orang dok resort tu nak jumpak Pak Lah ke? Tu la.. tido banyak2 lagi. Approve project semua yang tak masuk akal!<br /><br />On the way nak gi Bertam, slow talked with abah on cik abang's visit this October and also on the plan for kenduri. Alhamdulillah lagi..dapat greenlight. Balik dr Bertam terus gi hantar abah cabut gigi. While waiting, I went to post office to collect fuel rebate. Guess what.. my giliran is 1411 and the counters are serving 1247. Mak ooi. Terus msg abah to tell him to msg me when he's almost done as I have long queue. Suddenly got a reply "Ye lah nanti abah tunggu. Meantime abah duk luar hisap rokok kejap". Hisap rokok? Mende.. Isssh! Cik abang mak sorang ni! Dlm tgh tido tu sempat loyar buruk. Rupa2nya...terantar msg kat silap orang...!<br /><br />Left Kulim around 2pm. Mir drove all the way while myself, Huda and Samihah merehatkan mata yang berat. Smooth sailing and reached KL before 6pm. Decided to bukak puasa @ Pizza Hut but dilemma in choosing the location. Akhirnya mak buyung cadangkan Mid Valley and that's where we went. Pizza Hut fully booked, so we settled for Dominoes instead. Had a good hefty meal. Time nak solat , punya la panjang queue nak masuk surau. Alhamdulillah...... So to make sure we can still solat jama' we went to Kampung Baru and prayed before heading to Bandar Permaisuri.<br /><br />I picked up my car from Amir's house and reached Bukit Rimau around 10pm. The almost perfect weekend ended when Abah called me at 11.30 pm saying that he met an accident on the Penang bridge - 3-cars piled up, he drove the last car. His kancil all badly damaged and they've been waiting for crane for the last 1 hour. Man obviously, missed his flight and they headed home around midnite. Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rajiu'un.<br /><br />Told honey and he asked me to ensure abah go to a doctor to do check up. Abah said..he'll go if he's still in pain next day. Called again next day but he said..we'll go if the pain does not go away the following day.. Adooi! Start nagging and called him every 1 hour until they went to see doctor during noon. I told honey, we now established where the stubborn genetic comes from... He he he he.<br /><br />To people out there.... take care while driving for Hari Raya. Bak kata pepatah.. biar lambat, asalkan selamat.... AdiosAlong Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-7482694424012849652008-09-11T14:19:00.000-07:002008-09-11T19:17:20.368-07:00Reflection on 13 RamadhanAlhamdulillah, sedar tak sedar dah 12 hari umat Islam berpuasa. How time flies. Alhamdulillah also that Allah has given me health and strength to jalankan ibadat terawih. Had been doing my terawih at surau in BU during weekdays and at home during weekend. For couple of days I had my iftar in BU. In between solat Isyak and terawih, the imam will give short ceramah ugama. Muslimah will pray at the ground floor, equipped with TV to see what is going on the 1st floor where the muslim are praying. Very the canggih one... Did I forget to mention that it's fully airconed? Kalau tak nak solat jugak tak tau lah. Just couple of days lately, mengantuk amat waktu solat terawih. Hmmm kena nap sebelum bukak puasa ni.. Tidor lagi? Ikut motto Pak Lah lah.. TIDO TETAP TIDO..!<br /><br />I'm heading back to my hometown tonight after terawih with Amir and family. Since I can only go back to my hometown on Hari Raya 1, this is the only time that I can iftar with the mama and abah. Lina and Man will also be there with their families. Only Kak Chik and Idi are missing.<br /><br />Next year, I may not be able to bukak puasa at all with the family, so, I'm going to enjoy this weekend as much as possible.<br /><br />Ada citer nak bukak... Last Sunday, I almost lost Joey. Ceritanya, I've left my windows all open on Sunday so that fresh air masuk rumah. Si Joey loves to sit at the window and sometime will jump out and then in again. I dozed off after solat Maghrib and woke up around 10ish. Went to close the window without checking whether Joey is around and terus solat isyak and terawih. Joey has this habit where he'll come and sit on the sejadah everytime I do my prayers. When he did not come until I completed my witir, I concluded he's not in the house. So ibu mithali ni pun bukak lah tingkap and waited at the living room for the boy to come back. Last2 around 2 am, I went to kitchen to have a glass of water and nampaklah sesuatu sedang merenung I dgn tajam dari bawah pokok bunga accross the road. (macam citer seram la pulak). Bila mak bukak pintu, lari la pulak si Joey ni. Lepas pujuk punya pujuk, last2 masuk lah rumah. So since Ahad ari tu, member dah selsema and tak nak berlekang langsung. Suara yang dulu ala2 kepit sekarang ni punya la nyaring. Tu la Joey, merayap sangat. If I ever lost Joey, rasanya dah tak nak bela kucing kot. Too many heartbreaks already due to the felines...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SMnPgXrsI9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/uRa6Dri_Lx8/s1600-h/DSC00568.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SMnPgXrsI9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/uRa6Dri_Lx8/s320/DSC00568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244951396069680082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SMnPgROuhLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5ga1Jg48QyM/s1600-h/DSC00569.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SMnPgROuhLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5ga1Jg48QyM/s320/DSC00569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244951394337588402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SMnPgs_dSoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/c3K393Lz-C0/s1600-h/joey.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SMnPgs_dSoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/c3K393Lz-C0/s320/joey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244951401789737602" border="0" /></a>My Joey...... mmmmmmeeeowww<br /><br /><br />Enough about the furry guy...<br /><br />Next couple of weeks, my weekends will be filled with agenda membuat serunding, rendang and kuih muih. Seronoknyeeeee....... Sama ada hangit ke, bantat ke.. itu secondary la. My sister, Kak Chik will be my partner in crime. Semangat mak, nyah.... Also, need to spend 1 day to iftar with Kak Faz and family. May be during Nuzul Quran. We'll see how lah hooor..<br /><br />More to update after my return from Kulim.Along Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-30031731593753000302008-09-01T18:30:00.000-07:002008-09-04T22:39:12.061-07:00Ramadhan Al-Mubarak<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SLyY4Rp4lAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iZUlkYbUeDw/s1600-h/49554166_fb9e5e90c8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241232158931588098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SLyY4Rp4lAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iZUlkYbUeDw/s320/49554166_fb9e5e90c8.jpg" border="0" /></a><img alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" /><br />Do'a malaikat Jibril menjelang Ramadhan " "Ya Allah tolong abaikan puasa ummat Muhammad,<br />apabila sebelum memasuki bulan Ramadhan dia tidak melakukan hal-hal yang berikut:<br /><br />* Tidak memohon maaf terlebih dahulu kepada kedua orang tuanya (jika masih ada);<br />* Tidak berma'afan terlebih dahulu antara suami isteri;<br />* Tidak bermaafan terlebih dahulu dengan orang-orang sekitarnya.<br /><br />Maka Rasulullah pun mengatakan Aamiin sebanyak 3 kali. Dapatkah kita<br />bayangkan: yang berdo'a adalah Malaikat dan yang mengamiinkan adalah<br />Rasullullah dan para sahabat, dan dilakukan pada hari Jumaat.<br /><br />To those who know me, I'd like to take this opportunity to seek for forgiveness for all my wrong doings, baik yang tidak disengaja maupun yang disengaja, semoga<br />kita dapat menjalani ibadah puasa dengan khusyuk, diberkati dan dirahmatiAllah S.W.T, Insyaallah.<br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><br /><img style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic" alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">Ya Allah</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">Panjangkanlah umur sahabatku. Kurniakanlah kesihatan yang baik padanya, terangi hatinya dengan nur pancaran iman.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">Tetapkanlah hatinya, perluaskanlah rezekinya, dekatkanlah hatinya kepada kebaikan, jauhkanlah hatinya pada kejahatan, tunaikanlah hajatnya baik hajat dalam agama, dunia dan akhirat</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">Ya Muhaimin Ya Salam</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">Jika dia jatuh hati izinkanlah dia menyentuh hati seseorang yang hatinya tertaut padaMu agar tidak terjatuh dia dalam jurang cinta nafsu. Jagalah hatinya agar tidak berpaling daripada melabuhkan hatinya pada hatiMu.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">Jika dia rindu, rindukanlah dia pada seseorang yang merindui syahid di jalanMu</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">Ya Allah</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">Jangan biarkan sahabatku terjatuh dalam perjalanan panjang menyeru manusia kejalanMu jika kau halalkan aku merindui sahabatku, janganlah aku melampaui batas sehingga melupakan daku pada cinta hakiki, rindu abadi dan kasih sejati hanya untukMu.</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">Ya Allah</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">Kurniakanlah sahabatku kesenangan, ketenangan, kecemerlangan hidup di dunia akhirat kelak..</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">AMIN YA RABBAL 'ALAMIIN....</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">KALAM HIKMAH :</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">"Agama buat kehidupan di akhirat, harta buat kehidupan di dunia. Di dunia orang yang tidak berharta berasa susah hati, tetapi orang yang tidak beragama merasa lebih sengsara."</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">-(Saidina Abu Bakar As-Siddiq )</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">" Jangan engkau bersahabat dengan sahabat yang mana dia begitu berharap kepada engkau ketika mahu menyelesaikan masalahnya sahaja sedangkan apabila masalah atau hajatnya telah selesai maka dia memutuskan kemanisan persahabatan.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">Bersahabatlah dengan mereka yang mempunyai ketinggian dalam melakukan kebaikan, memenuhi janji dalam perkara yang benar, memberi pertolongan kepada engkau serta memadai dengan amanahnya atau sikap bertanggungjawabnya</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">terhadap engkau. "</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">-Imam Umar bin Abdul Aziz</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><img alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" />Along Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-61659305257710645722008-08-31T21:34:00.000-07:002008-08-31T21:38:24.334-07:00To the one I love... Let's grow old together<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SLtxt8Z_b8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/t07IfbcBiUk/s1600-h/66401718_fc4e5d6618.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SLtxt8Z_b8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/t07IfbcBiUk/s320/66401718_fc4e5d6618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240907625498898370" border="0" /></a><br />Let's grow old together... beginning with today.<br />Let's work slowly with each other and build a relationship that we can both enjoy being a part of.<br /><br />Let's share love and understand that neither of us is perfect; we are both subject to human frailties.<br />Let's hold each other close and whisper though the night--pledging our love, honoring our commitment.<br /><br />Let's encourage each other to pursue our dreams, even when we're weary from trying.<br />Let's expect the best that we both have to give and still love when we fall short of our expectations.<br /><br />Let's be friends and respect each other's individual personality and give one another room to grow.<br />Let's be candid with each other and point out strengths and weaknesses.<br /><br />Let's understand each other's personal philosophy, even if we don't agree.<br />Let's lie awake long into the night sharing our innermost secrets.<br /><br />Let's be friends as well as lovers.<br />Let's laugh at time and plan with each other and wonder how we ever got along without this love we've found.<br /><br />Let's never take for granted these moments that we've shared, but always be reminded of how intensely we have learned to live, how completely we have learned to love.<br />Let's grow old together... and look back on life and smile.<br /><br />Braxton Brown and Peggy SmithAlong Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-2532068125565131492008-08-31T19:12:00.000-07:002008-09-16T08:29:11.371-07:00Ramadhan Al-Mubarak<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SMDJnXbJd9I/AAAAAAAAAII/5HABM5fUD9o/s1600-h/dawn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242411644399220690" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SMDJnXbJd9I/AAAAAAAAAII/5HABM5fUD9o/s320/dawn.jpg" border="0" /></a> Alhamdulillah, Ramadhan arrives again. Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan Al-Mubharak to all muslimin and muslimat. May this month brings you abudence of barakah and peace. <div><div></div><br /><div>Saturday, I planned to stop by at the office before going to Masjid India. However, around 10, I have throbbing headache. Took pills and took a nap for an hour. When I woke up, although the pain reduced but it was still there. Called my team saying I won't be in. Aida texted me to remind me about the kain they chose for my wedding dress. Called the shop at BSC to make appointment.<br /></div><br /><div>Keluar rumah - hujan and it's the eve of Hari Kebangsaan. So quite few keta on the road. Reached BSC 3-ish. Met Alice there. She was about to go home after done her shopping. Showed me where Harrits Galleria is. Saw their pick but loved the other one which is on the display. The colour is nice with nice beads the only thing is, the pattern is horizontal. Mak ni kan dah comel..nak pakai belang horizontal pulak... bertambah2 lah kecomelannya. Told the lady to hold and if I'm interested I'll stop by either Saturday or Sunday.<br /></div><br /><div>Sampai Jalan TAR - masya Allah. Orang dgn keta macam semut. Tents for Ramadhan Bazaar dah naik. Dropped Kak Chik kat masjid and terus gi cari parking. Have to settle for parking at the hotel nearby coz few roads are closed. Sigh..memang menyusahkan. Stopped for lunch first sebab tak jamah apa2 lagi since morning. Then the mission to find the material for wedding dress started with Jakel - zilch, Euro Moda - zilch, Harrits Galleria again - only the one that I chosen earlier is the nicest, Biwanis - bammm!!! Found it! Did some calculation ... x+y+z-*-****%%$#@. Pening! Ambik je lah. Alhamdulillah..semua baju for 3 occassions dah ada. Suddenly I realized, the headache is gone. Waaaah! Macam magic!</div><div></div><br /><div>Yesterday, I have small family gathering at my Bukit Rimau house. After a long chat with cik abang, I fell asleep close to 7 am. However, at 9 am, I was awaken by a phone call from the guard house. Azmir and family arrived! And..I have to cook nasi lemak!!! Kelam kabut makcik pagi tu... Nasib baik a night before I bought Mc D nuggets and french fries. Sekurang2nya adalah appertiser for them to eat.<br /><br />Samihah below was trying to get my attention while I'm cooking. Her cheek luka dek kena gigit dengan her sepupu who is 2 months older than her. Brutal! Mangsa dera Kg Baru!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_QGgQdHMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SRQDNI61Hvc/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_QGgQdHMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SRQDNI61Hvc/s320/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246640901066661058" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_QHDxWc2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/bgDPC7v-1rI/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_QHDxWc2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/bgDPC7v-1rI/s320/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246640910599877474" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>Honey called again while I was cooking. Kesian abang I sorang ni. Kempunan dia nak makan nasi lemak. Tak pe bang ye, sabar. Nanti2 kita masakkan untuk awak, ok?<br /><br />Utk org yg tak dapat makan tu...jamu mata je lah ye..... he he he.. or rather..ho ho ho..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_O-KDd1-I/AAAAAAAAALs/lpEw-j6Nmxg/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_O-KDd1-I/AAAAAAAAALs/lpEw-j6Nmxg/s320/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246639658156021730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_O-SKy-kI/AAAAAAAAAL0/XlW_0cDdyFg/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_O-SKy-kI/AAAAAAAAAL0/XlW_0cDdyFg/s320/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246639660334250562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_O-mApC8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/j9RdR2C3OEY/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_O-mApC8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/j9RdR2C3OEY/s320/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246639665660365762" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_O-0870wI/AAAAAAAAAME/COtJlvxmUbg/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_O-0870wI/AAAAAAAAAME/COtJlvxmUbg/s320/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246639669671351042" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><div>After cooking, tak sempat makan, terus gi the Curve for project mencantikkan diri. But agak hampeh! Then after grabbed a quick bite terus gi Masjid India sekali lagi untuk cari bahan berkat, bunga telur and kad jemputan. Walaupun gerimis, biarpun manusia teramatlah ramainya, walaupun parking sikit punya jauh, namun mak gagahkan kaki ke destinasiku..Semua House!!! Ha ha.. Bought almost 80% what I came here for and more, including 1000 goodie bags. Ada ka diorang tak nak antar kat keta? Punya kellas customer service dia.. So sapa yg nak beli kat Sayang You tu..tak yah la beli banyak2 unless you're parking at Semua House coz according to them the rule is they will only help to carry your stuff only within Semua House complex.</div><br /><div>Left Jalan TAR around 6 plus. Honey called while I was driving..he bought a speaker to ensure his voice is crispier..haaha.. Apa2 lah sayang.. asalkan bahagia. So sepanjang jalan from Ampang to Bukit Rimau I was entertained by him with all kind of songs from Broery. Siap ada cadangan why don't we sing during our reception... Mintak maaf lah nyah... Tak kuasa makkkkk!!!</div><br /><div>Sampai rumah, solat asar and maghrib and terus buat projek bunga telur. Kak Cik pula siapkan the ones yang nak kasi family kat Singapore. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>Cantik you...! Rasa sayang nak kasi kat orang..hahahah. Boleh macam tu? Lepas siap 10 cucuk, mata dah berat. Terlelap, nyah! Adoss. Luckily honey called around 3 am, bangun solat isyak and teraweeh before bersahur.<br /><br />Check out the bunga telur yg begitu indah itew... Talentednya I....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_Pdk79qXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hk3a4zcYroI/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SM_Pdk79qXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hk3a4zcYroI/s320/Picture+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246640197948254578" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div></div><br /><div>Hari ni..orang lain kat rumah rilek2.. Kita kena kerja. So hasilnya... bertenet la dulu!!!</div></div>Along Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441361055487669738.post-16079801924725938812008-08-29T21:53:00.000-07:002008-09-16T01:48:29.504-07:00New Addition to Zakaria's Family<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SLjX4qLqu2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ab2kbNFlA4Y/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SLjX4qLqu2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ab2kbNFlA4Y/s320/Picture+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240175534841445218" border="0" /></a><br />Alhamdulillah, my sister in-law has given birth to a daughter, Sahilatur Rizqi, adding the number of nieces that I have and the number of grand daughters for my dad to 4. Okay..tak lama lagi boleh buat netball team! Also, Huda, the wife of my second brother, Azmir is also expecting. She is hoping that she'll get a son this time. Apa-apa sajalah Huda... asalkan selamat. Whatever it is, abah already has two grandsons ha ha ha! Kalah lagi! Apa ni? How to be the most favourite menantu!??!!<br /><br />Last weekend was kinda hectic. Amatlah memenatkan. Luckily, Azmir drove. Nak kena bayar duit minyak and toll pun, lantak lah. Asalkan tak penat badan. Reached abah's house around 10 am. Rizqi's hair has already gone by then. As an official Labu Labi of Zakaria's house, Kak Chik, my youngest sister and I proceeded to cook for lunch. Kak Chik with her famous nasi goreng and I cooked sambal sotong, masak lemak ayam and sayur kobis.<br /><br />Ustaz and his wife arrived untuk pecah mulut Rizqi later. Served them pulut and kari daging.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SLjXtf8g_kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8DuNLS9OXUs/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SLjXtf8g_kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8DuNLS9OXUs/s320/Picture+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240175343114976834" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SLjXmudjHvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GR5GSjXPL-E/s1600-h/Picture+060.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SLjXmudjHvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GR5GSjXPL-E/s320/Picture+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240175226752540402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />After cooking, terus pengsan. Mama woke me up around 3 pm because my mom's youngest brother is about to leave. Salam with them and terus kena paksa jadi pengapit to go to kenduri. Since one of them is my old childhood's friend, Kak Not, mak pegi je lah nyah. Pakai baju pink lagi, nyah. Baju tu actually for bertandang tapi mak dah tak dak baju kat Kulim ni. So, hantam sajalah..<br /><br />Kak Not's daughter dah besar panjang. Exact replica of her masa dia kecik2 dulu. So good to catch up with old friend. Since she got married, memang tak pernah berjumpa. Plus, sebab member ni pernah introducekan dengan mamat ni yang later become my stalker, terus mak keep low profile. Better end up with someone who love you more? True to certain extent, but not someone who already plan what to do after we got married even before I know how he looks like. Adooi! Antara kes2 Edisi Siasat mak....<br /><br />After Kak Not's house, accompanied mama to her friend's house. Jumpak kawan lama dia pulak. So apa lagi... bukak buku sejarah la. There, met Zulkifli Zain and his wife Normala Omar. Mama is so excited that Normala and Zulkifli salam us before they left. Apa saja, ma.....<br /><br />Reached home, I felt like eating my masak lemak ayam. Guess what... 1 ekor ayam mak masak..satu ketul pun tak de. Toncet pun tak tinggal. Pelahap la pulak adik2 aku ni.... Kak Chik who just arrived with abah after sending Idi back to his school also dissapointed. Rupa2nya si Man and Mir punya kerja. Patutla muka pun berminyak! Tak de rasa bersalah langsung... toyeee je. Umur dah tua bangka pun tak berubah2 lagi.<br /><br />That night we are preparing for kenduri aqiqah. Men semua makan kat masjid. Only family members and all the ladies datang makan kat rumah. Sodaaaap. Funny thing is Samihah and Aeisyah so afraid of vacuum cleaner. Muka sorang2 fobia. At one time, both of them ended up crying on my lap. Check out their faces (tapi apasal Mir pun buat muka fobia? Over!):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SLjXKAFE1QI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vj0uMPN0azw/s1600-h/Picture+061.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SLjXKAFE1QI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vj0uMPN0azw/s320/Picture+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240174733265523970" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SLjXCfqYnxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/g8DJjU8P3hE/s1600-h/Picture+066.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SLjXCfqYnxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/g8DJjU8P3hE/s320/Picture+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240174604304555794" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After that, photo session among siblings - trying to give the best side profile. All hands down to Mir. Mana boleh lawan kecomelan dia tu..!!!! Want to know what happened to Aeisyah? Takut sangat sampai tertidur terus. Kesiaaan.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SLjYRwGbzaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/eul2iKsbnYY/s1600-h/Picture+071.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SLjYRwGbzaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/eul2iKsbnYY/s320/Picture+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240175965926837666" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SLjYaR3KZBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LjpHbbfzAfY/s1600-h/Picture+085.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAS5HV-1fjo/SLjYaR3KZBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LjpHbbfzAfY/s320/Picture+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240176112428540946" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After kenduri, mak pengsan. Cik abang telefon pun antara sedar dgn tak sedar je. Sorry ye honey...<br /><br />Esoknya we left for KL around 3pm. Hujan sepanjang jalan. Azmir bawak keta... Huda, Kak Chik, Samihah and me??? Apa lagi ? ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAlong Zakariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227226019900933057noreply@blogger.com0