<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:39:40.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Food For Thought</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-1283252755705152436</id><published>2011-02-06T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T07:37:52.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post.......2009</title><content type='html'>I noticed that my last post was in 2009. I've left this blog unattended for so long. Well....no good reason for that. Got to start updating.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-1283252755705152436?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/1283252755705152436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=1283252755705152436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/1283252755705152436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/1283252755705152436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-post2009.html' title='Last Post.......2009'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-2345276625794195098</id><published>2009-08-06T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T04:38:39.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1 Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Our college is closed for 7 days starting today due to H1N1. Somehow, this eperdemic gives me a creep. I was not so worried when there were SARS cases but H1N1....really bothers me. Worried about my parents and my children. I pray that the virus will not get to any of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My delemma is that.....should i stay home all the time? The children will still have to go to school and i have to send them and fetch them from school. I guess, i just have to do what i have to do, huh. Will try to stay home as much as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all, take care. Be sure to keep ourselves clean and healthy. Try to avoid crowded places but if you have to go to that kind of places, do wear a mask and take a bath immediately you get home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-2345276625794195098?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/2345276625794195098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=2345276625794195098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/2345276625794195098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/2345276625794195098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2009/08/h1n1-dilemma.html' title='H1N1 Dilemma'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-1917429283245867298</id><published>2009-06-17T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:43:17.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy weekend</title><content type='html'>It's gonna be a very, very busy busy week end (this weekend that is). The college is having a program called OPKIM (don't really know what it stands for) but it has something to the with "Khidmat Masyarakat" at Kg. Ubai. And i'm one of the committee member to ensure the opening and closing ceremony goes well as it involves a deputy minister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening ceremony will be at 2.30 pm on Saturday and after that i will have to rush back home. I have enrolled myelf in a pingpong tournament and my first game will be at 8.00 pm that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, i was invited by PUSPANITA PKNP to participate in a woodball tournament this Sunday. I told the lady who called me that i have never played woodball in my entire life. But she said someone will guide me and the rest of the team. Well, i guess i will participate with the intention to socialize with the PUSPANITA PKNP members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the afternoon, got to go back to Kg. Ubai as the OPKIM program will go on until Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh.....i am feeling tired already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-1917429283245867298?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/1917429283245867298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=1917429283245867298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/1917429283245867298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/1917429283245867298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-busy-weekend.html' title='Busy, busy weekend'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-7665615612227409754</id><published>2009-06-17T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:22:48.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncivilised</title><content type='html'>I was driving back home from my mom's place at about 10.30 pm just now. Stopped at Teluk Sisek traffic lights. While waiting for the traffic light to turn green, i saw a guy from a car infront of mine threw a cigarette box from inside his car. I was really annoyed. I honked at him and made sure he saw me pointing at the cigarette box he had thrown. But being uncivilised, he doesn't even care of what had happened and drove away when the light turned green.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr......very annoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-7665615612227409754?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/7665615612227409754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=7665615612227409754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/7665615612227409754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/7665615612227409754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2009/06/uncivilised.html' title='Uncivilised'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-4615856517472315064</id><published>2009-04-28T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:21:53.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kakak's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/Sfa8gaq8BhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hcCZUDIjSgM/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/Sfa8gaq8BhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hcCZUDIjSgM/s320/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329654474140812818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps....that was on the 21 April 2009. Not that i forgot but really, really have no time to update my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter, Iffah Izzati, is 9 years old. (Cepatnya besar.....huk huk huk). We celebrated her birthday earlier together with my niece Nina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak.....I hope you've enjoyed your birthday and may Allah bless you always. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-4615856517472315064?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/4615856517472315064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=4615856517472315064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/4615856517472315064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/4615856517472315064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2009/04/kakaks-birthday.html' title='Kakak&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/Sfa8gaq8BhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hcCZUDIjSgM/s72-c/DSC00087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-2836561247893144906</id><published>2009-04-28T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:11:31.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May Allah Bless Kak Yah's Soul</title><content type='html'>My cousin, Fauziah bt Abdul Rahman (Kak Yah), passed away at 11.30 pm on the 25th April 2009. It was very sad indeed. She had a major stroke. Her BP count was at 250 when she was first brought in to Kuantan Specialist Hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arwah Kak Yah is a daughter of my Mak Long, Puan Hajjah Rahmah Hj. Musa and Allahyarham Abdul Rahman Talib (the former Menteri Pelajaran Malaysia). She is a little bit younger than my mother (not sure of her exact age, but my mother is 63 this year). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless her soul. Al-fatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-2836561247893144906?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/2836561247893144906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=2836561247893144906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/2836561247893144906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/2836561247893144906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2009/04/may-allah-bless-kak-yahs-soul.html' title='May Allah Bless Kak Yah&apos;s Soul'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-1013031901202823308</id><published>2009-04-15T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:03:46.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it good to be outspoken?</title><content type='html'>Once i thought if i pour my heart out, people would understand me better. If you think some thing is right or wrong, just say it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately, i really feel that being outspoken is sometimes not good especially when whatever we say hurts other people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the best for me is to think before saying anything. Avoid saying things that might hurt other people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Allahummahdini Wa Saddidini"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-1013031901202823308?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/1013031901202823308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=1013031901202823308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/1013031901202823308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/1013031901202823308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-good-to-be-outspoken.html' title='Is it good to be outspoken?'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-8490899721312285171</id><published>2009-04-15T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:46:27.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>16th April 2009. It's my niece's birthday. Nor Ainina bt Nazmi is 14 today. You're such a big girl now, Nina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remembered the day Nina was born. Everybody was so excited as she is the first niece the family. She is my elder brother's first child. Very cute and lovely baby. And now she's 14.....cepatnya besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina is a clever girl with strong character. Very independent but very manja, especially her Babah. Ok Nina, i wish you the happiest birthday ever. Just remember, the older you get, there will be more responsibilities to carry. So Nina, behave your self and be a good girl. Stay sweet and don't go and break the young boys heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/Sea1-xFOWCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2qbQevJaO1E/s1600-h/Yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/Sea1-xFOWCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2qbQevJaO1E/s320/Yellow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325143699343956002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Nina, i got this photo from your blog. I have non in my computer. So be it, huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-8490899721312285171?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/8490899721312285171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=8490899721312285171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/8490899721312285171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/8490899721312285171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/Sea1-xFOWCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2qbQevJaO1E/s72-c/Yellow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-5937561805566314250</id><published>2009-03-24T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:13:02.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I became a lecturer.....</title><content type='html'>Boy! i was really tired yesterday. Could hardly read a bed time story for my youngest daughter as i was very very sleepy. Slept early last night. My back and my knees were aching. And today i had a cramp while i was teaching in my afternoon class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are those signs of stress? I guess so. With so date lines coming and the final exams are just around the corner.....wow.....i can hardly find time to eat. Skipped lunch today but i ate some keropok later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think i am working harder than my students. Sometimes i do feel tired in dealing with all sorts of students problems......absenteeism, attitudes, and other problems relating to them. But at the end of the day, when i see them scoring or at least pass the exams, i felt much better. I felt even much better / satisfied when my students graduated and get good jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching is not about wanting students to only score for the exams but also to develop their characters and attitudes, so that they can survive in the future. Yes, i blabbered a lot (reduced that this semester), some times ignored certain students in a class (but get back to them later).....my intention was not to discourage them but to give them some picture of what's going to happen in the future. That what teachers do and students will have to realise that teachers are there only to guide them and its them who should decide their future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this job. To me, its not just a job but a responsibility to "bangsa dan agama". I believe that as long as i am sincere in doing my job, and i'm doing it because of Allah, He will assist me along the way, InsyaAllah. So that's why i became a lecturer and still am a lecturer until now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-5937561805566314250?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/5937561805566314250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=5937561805566314250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/5937561805566314250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/5937561805566314250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-became-lecturer.html' title='Why I became a lecturer.....'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-4617954303668372087</id><published>2009-03-16T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:26:55.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For All Wives Without Maids</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah....found this story while i was browsing the net. Got this from from ustaz azhar's web site at http://ustazazhar.com/v1/sirah/kisah-siti-fatimah-r.-a.html. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is dedicated to all wives out there who has no maid at home. May Allah bless all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kisah  Siti Fatimah r. a. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gembira hatinya, gembiralah Rasulullah s. a. w. Tertitis air matanya, berdukalah baginda. Dialah satu-satunya puteri yang paling dikasihi oleh junjungan Rasul selepas kewafatan isterinya yang paling dicintai, Siti Khadijah. Itulah Siti Fatimah r. a., wanita terkemuka di dunia dan penghuni syurga di akhirat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersuamikan Sayyidina Ali bukanlah satu kebanggaan yang menjanjikan kekayaan harta. Ini adalah kerana Sayyidina Ali yang merupakan salah seorang daripada empat sahabat yang sangat rapat dengan Rasulullah s. a. w., merupakan kalangan sahabat yang sangat miskin berbanding dengan yang lain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun jauh di sanubari Rasulullah s. a. w. tersimpan perasaan kasih dan sayang yang sangat mendalam terhadapnya. Rasulullah s. a. w. pernah bersabda kepada Sayyidina Ali,"Fatimah lebih kucintai daripada engkau, namun dalam pandanganku engkau lebih mulia daripada dia."(Riwayat Abu Hurairah) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanita pilihan untuk lelaki pilihan. Fatimah mewarisi akhlak ibunya Siti Khadijah. Tidak pernah membebani dan menyakiti suami dengan kata- kata atau sikap. Sentiasa senyum menyambut kepulangan suami hingga hilang separuh masalah suaminya. Dengan mas kahwin hanya 400 dirham hasil jualan baju perang kepada Sayyidina Usman Ibnu Affan itulah dia memulakan penghidupan dengan wanita yang sangat dimuliakan Allah di dunia dan di Akhirat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan Sayyidina Ali tidak mahu menyediakan seorang pembantu untuk isterinya tetapi sememangnya beliau tidak mampu berbuat demikian. Meskipun beliau cukup tahu isterinya saban hari bertungkus-lumus menguruskan anak-anak, memasak, membasuh dan menggiling tepung, dan yang lebih memenatkan lagi bila terpaksa mengandar air berbatu-batu jauhnya sehingga kelihatan tanda di bahu kiri dan kanannya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suami mana yang tidak sayangkan isteri. Ada ketikanya bila Sayyidina Ali berada di rumah, beliau akan turut sama menyinsing lengan membantu Siti Fatimah menggiling tepung di dapur. "Terima kasih suamiku," bisik Fatimah pada suaminya. Usaha sekecil itu, di celah-celah kesibukan sudah cukup berkesan dalam membelai perasaan seorang isteri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari, Rasulullah s. a. w. masuk ke rumah anaknya. Didapati puterinya yang berpakaian kasar itu sedang mengisar biji-biji gandum dalam linangan air mata. Fatimah segera mengesat air matanya tatkala menyedari kehadiran ayahanda kesayangannya itu. Lalu ditanya oleh baginda, "Wahai buah hatiku, apakah yang engkau tangiskan itu? Semoga Allah menggembirakanmu." Dalam nada sayu Fatimah berkata, "Wahai ayahanda, sesungguhnya anakmu ini terlalu penat kerana terpaksa mengisar gandum dan menguruskan segala urusan rumah seorang diri. Wahai ayahanda, kiranya tidak keberatan bolehkah ayahanda meminta suamiku menyediakan seorang pembantu untukku?" Baginda tersenyum seraya bangun mendapatkan kisaran tepung itu. Dengan lafaz Bismillah, Baginda meletakkan segenggam gandum ke dalam kisaran itu. Dengan izin Allah, maka berpusinglah kisaran itu dengan sendirinya. Hati Fatimah sangat terhibur dan merasa sangat gembira dengan hadiah istimewa dari ayahandanya itu. Habis semua gandumnya dikisar dan batu kisar itu tidak akan berhenti selagi tidak ada arahan untuk berhenti, sehinggalah Rasulullah s. a. w. menghentikannya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkata Rasulullah s. a. w. dengan kata-kata yang masyhur, "Wahai Fatimah, Gunung Uhud pernah ditawarkan kepadaku untuk menjadi emas, namun ayahanda memilih untuk keluarga kita kesenangan di akhirat." Jelas, Baginda Rasul mahu mendidik puterinya bahawa kesusahan bukanlah penghalang untuk menjadi solehah. Ayahanda yang penyayang terus merenung puterinya dengan pandangan kasih sayang, "Puteriku, mahukah engkau kuajarkan sesuatu yang lebih baik daripada apa yang kau pinta itu?" "Tentu sekali ya Rasulullah," jawab Siti Fatimah kegirangan. Rasulullah s. a. w. bersabda, "Jibril telah mengajarku beberapa kalimah. Setiap kali selesai sembahyang, hendaklah membaca 'Subhanallah' sepuluh kali, Alhamdulillah' sepuluh kali dan 'Allahu Akbar' sepuluh kali. Kemudian ketika hendak tidur baca 'Subhanallah', 'Alhamdulillah' dan 'Allahu Akbar' ini sebanyak tiga puluh tiga kali." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata amalan itu telah memberi kesan kepada Siti Fatimah. Semua kerja rumah dapat dilaksanakan dengan mudah dan sempurna meskipun tanpa pembantu rumah. Itulah hadiah istimewa dari Allah buat hamba-hamba yang hatinya sentiasa mengingatiNya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat renungan semua: Orang yang berfikiran besar banyak memperkatakan ilmu Orang yang berfikiran sederhana banyak memperkatakan peristiwa Orang yang berfikiran rendah banyak memperkatakan manusia Orang yang berfikiran cetek banyak memperkatakan diri mereka &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabi SAW bersabda, ada 4 perkara yang dipandang baik, tetapi 4 lagi dipandang lebih baik : &lt;br /&gt;1. Sifat malu dari lelaki adalah baik, tetapi dari perempuan adalah lebih baik, &lt;br /&gt;2. Adil dari setiap orang adalah baik, tetapi dari pemimpin adalah lebih baik, &lt;br /&gt;3. Bertaubat dari orang tua adalah baik, tetapi dari orang muda adalah lebih baik, &lt;br /&gt;4. Derma dan sedekah  dari orang kaya adalah baik, tetapi dari orang fakir adalah lebih baik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-4617954303668372087?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/4617954303668372087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=4617954303668372087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/4617954303668372087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/4617954303668372087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-all-wives-without-maids.html' title='For All Wives Without Maids'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-8025914014231221824</id><published>2009-03-09T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:46:34.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demi Matahari</title><content type='html'>Demi Matahari&lt;br /&gt;Album : Di Pintu Langit&lt;br /&gt;Munsyid : Snada&lt;br /&gt;http://liriknasyid.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi matahari dan sinarnya di pagi hari&lt;br /&gt;Demi bulan apabila ia mengiringi&lt;br /&gt;Demi siang hari bila menampakkan dirinya&lt;br /&gt;Demi malam apabila ia menutupi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi langit beserta seluruh binaannya&lt;br /&gt;Demi bumi serta yang ada di hamparannya&lt;br /&gt;Demi jiwa dan seluruh penyempurnaannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah, Subhanallah … Allah, Subhanallah&lt;br /&gt;Allah, Subhanallah … Allah, Subahanallah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah mengilhamkan sukma kefasikan dan ketaqwaan&lt;br /&gt;Beruntung bagi yang mensucikan-Nya&lt;br /&gt;Merugi bagi yang mengotori-Nya ... Subhanallah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cipt. : M. Lukman Nunasyim (Maroji : QS Asy-Syamsy)&lt;br /&gt;Music Arr. : Ari Wibowo&lt;br /&gt;Vocal Director : Erwin Yahya/Ikhsan Nur Ramadhan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-8025914014231221824?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/8025914014231221824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=8025914014231221824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/8025914014231221824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/8025914014231221824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2009/03/demi-matahari.html' title='Demi Matahari'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-611267867196187869</id><published>2009-03-09T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:29:21.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESQ Training</title><content type='html'>Salam to all. &lt;br /&gt;I’ve just came back from a 3-day training relating to ESQ. Encik Kamal, if you are reading this, ESQ means Emotional and Spiritual Quotions. I can tell you what the training is all about but how I felt……it’s beyond words. You just have to attend the training in order to feel it. It's worth the fees that MY SISTER paid for me (sponsored by my sis). Thank you sis. May ALLAH bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my heart, I really think that this training gave a great impact to me…..how I feel about myself…..who am i? Where I’m going? What have I done in life? And it also gave me answers to so many questions that have not been answered before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been taught so many things about Tauhid, Fardu ‘Ain and etc, by our parents, or in school and tazkirah or ceramah agama…..yes, we know the basics…..but how far have we practice the Ad-Din? Ya Allah, jahilnya hambamu ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, as long as I lived, only a few times I cried during my doa. However, the tears were not because of my fear to Allah but because of frustrations, sad ….. but not because of  keinsafan…..Astaghfiruillahal ‘azhim. For the first time in my life, during the training sessions, free flow of tears came out from my eyes and my heart……feeling of fear to Allah, syukur and love to you Allah, Ar-Rahman, Ar-Rahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the training is about knowing ourself, knowing who our Creators is and soul cleansing. Alhamdulillah, for those who get His hidayah. There are many trainings out there similar to this. But the method used by this ESQ team is different. They are using Al-Quran as their reference. They discussed the 6 Rukun Iman and 5 Rukun Islam and how “Dunia” and “Akhirat” should be balanced. And IQ, EQ and SQ should NOT be separated. They should be combined to produce the best result in whatever we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puan Anisa asked me, who should attend this training? I feel that everybody should attend this training. CEO? Pengarah? HOD? Lecturer? Staff? Student? Dato’? Ustaz or Ustazah? No matter who you are, you should attend this course. With His hidayah……we will all have a better life. Insya Allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-611267867196187869?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/611267867196187869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=611267867196187869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/611267867196187869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/611267867196187869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2009/03/esq-training.html' title='ESQ Training'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-714257123596855568</id><published>2009-02-24T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:39:02.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancasa Hotel &amp; Resort</title><content type='html'>I've just realised that my last posting was on 23 Nov. 2008. Just before the new semester resume. Very, very occupied with my work. &lt;br /&gt;Just got back from PD last Sunday, attending the Final Exam Papers Moderation Workshop. That was the first time i really enjoyed myself attending the workshop. Not because of the workshop but the place where the workshop was held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workshop was held at The Ancasa Hotel &amp; Resort in PD. I would say that the resort has a lot of good facilities inside and outside the resort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening we arrived at the resort, me and Suhaniz went jogging at the beach and then went to gym. It's free...no charge. The next day we (me, Suhaniz, Asz, Yani and Nani) went for a banana boat ride. We really had a great time. Unfortunately, i didn't bring my camera along. But i'll try to get the photos from Asz later. It was thrilling especially when we were thrown off the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, played volleyball with Nida, Mudzir, Bob, Encik Museh, Shamsul Fozi and another lecturer from KL whom i don't know his name.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i enjoyed myself there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-714257123596855568?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/714257123596855568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=714257123596855568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/714257123596855568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/714257123596855568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-just-realised-that-my-last-posting.html' title='Ancasa Hotel &amp; Resort'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-5888109086911304960</id><published>2008-11-23T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:18:06.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats Competition</title><content type='html'>22 November 2008. My hubby informed us that there wil be a cat competition held in Kuantan Parade. So after attending Tini's wedding, we went to Kuantan Parade. The competition was held in the morning but the competing cats were still on display until 2.30 that afternoon. Beautiful, cute, comel....those were the words that came out from my kids and also those who came to se the cats. My hubby snapped a few photos which i would like to share with you....readers of my block. Enjoy the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SSoZgBxPWyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/T1O5GNGTtBE/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SSoZgBxPWyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/T1O5GNGTtBE/s320/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272054351812057890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SSoZfy65b2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Du9iTjf_qQc/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SSoZfy65b2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Du9iTjf_qQc/s320/DSC00653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272054347826032482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SSoZfpaq98I/AAAAAAAAAGI/HQWXOpza8Ks/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SSoZfpaq98I/AAAAAAAAAGI/HQWXOpza8Ks/s320/DSC00652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272054345274947522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SSoZez9cBrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3K5A3_5-Knk/s1600-h/DSC00651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SSoZez9cBrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3K5A3_5-Knk/s320/DSC00651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272054330925254322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SSoZeVptbAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oPAIyZ30YWI/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SSoZeVptbAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oPAIyZ30YWI/s320/DSC00650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272054322789444610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-5888109086911304960?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/5888109086911304960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=5888109086911304960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/5888109086911304960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/5888109086911304960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2008/11/cats-competition.html' title='Cats Competition'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SSoZgBxPWyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/T1O5GNGTtBE/s72-c/DSC00654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-8038799805250149219</id><published>2008-11-05T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:32:21.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bouquet of roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SRJV4N10ZYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BGPlt2OoQeU/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SRJV4N10ZYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BGPlt2OoQeU/s320/DSC00536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265365338625959298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SRJV3tbR7uI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xqVkN0Zi1_c/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SRJV3tbR7uI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xqVkN0Zi1_c/s320/DSC00535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265365329924714210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the exam hall, proctoring the final exam, when my colleagues sms-ed me to come to my office. Urgent, they said. But of course, i cannot leave the exam hall. Another colleague sms-ed telling me that my hubby sent me a gift. I was very excited but still i cannot leave the exam hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exam, i went back to my office and was very thrilled to see a bouquet of roses of my seat. It really put me on cloud nine. Thank you darling for the sweet roses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-8038799805250149219?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/8038799805250149219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=8038799805250149219' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/8038799805250149219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/8038799805250149219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2008/11/bouquet-of-roses.html' title='A bouquet of roses'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SRJV4N10ZYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BGPlt2OoQeU/s72-c/DSC00536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-7286887669490458776</id><published>2008-11-04T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:36:41.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Anniversary and Birthday</title><content type='html'>5th November 2008.&lt;br /&gt;I've been married to my husband for 14 years. It's my wedding anniversary today. To my hubby, these two poems are dedicated to you. Luv u forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On This Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember all the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be your soulmate,&lt;br /&gt;To share your sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To share your joy,&lt;br /&gt;To be your encouragement,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cherish you,&lt;br /&gt;To love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To honor and obey,&lt;br /&gt;These vows I will hold&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till time stands still,&lt;br /&gt;Till death do us part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy anniversary, my love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years, my lover still!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we've come this far by force of will;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps by what sweet winds within us move.&lt;br /&gt;Years alone do not decisive prove,&lt;br /&gt;As time's a box that holds both good and ill;&lt;br /&gt;Nor can one long be loving without skill;&lt;br /&gt;Nor long be cool below and warm above.&lt;br /&gt;In you I've found a shoreline&lt;br /&gt;for my seaVast enough to hold me in its arms,&lt;br /&gt;Embracing both the turbulence and deep,&lt;br /&gt;Reconciling me to limitation.&lt;br /&gt;So may you find a wilderness in me,&lt;br /&gt;A place of windswept waves and rippled calms,&lt;br /&gt;Restoring you to realms you cannot reap,&lt;br /&gt;Yielding neither home nor destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wedding anniversary coincides with my mom's birthday. She is 65 now. I dedicate the following poem to my loving mother. I love you so much.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my mother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on this day as you celebrate your birthday,&lt;br /&gt;my best wishes to you mother&lt;br /&gt; I dedicate, greetings filled with all the praise only you deserve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear mother, my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;from as long as I remember so loving and so kind,&lt;br /&gt;so patient and so tender you make my pains feel mild.&lt;br /&gt;your hands are always present to walk me through the way,&lt;br /&gt; you spell the words I long to hear that always make my day.&lt;br /&gt;"thank you mum", for all you give,&lt;br /&gt;"thank you mum", for all your time,&lt;br /&gt;"thank you mum", for all your kindness,&lt;br /&gt;"thank you mum", for all your love that is endless.&lt;br /&gt;you are to me and you will always be,&lt;br /&gt;the loving mother with an open heart,&lt;br /&gt;the caring friend with a lending hand,&lt;br /&gt;you are my one and only latest trend.&lt;br /&gt;from the bottom of my heart I send you my message with love,&lt;br /&gt;only the very best that a mother like only you can claim,&lt;br /&gt;for I have the best in life through you,&lt;br /&gt;I thank God, for I am blessed and privileged because you are my mum!&lt;br /&gt;thank you mum, best wishes mum, I love you Mum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-7286887669490458776?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/7286887669490458776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=7286887669490458776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/7286887669490458776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/7286887669490458776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2008/11/wedding-anniversary-and-birthday.html' title='Wedding Anniversary and Birthday'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-7777996683848673518</id><published>2008-09-29T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:48:17.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulation Che Aman</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to Che Aman and wife for the arrival of the new born baby, Abdullah Fahmi. So what do we call him? Dol? Dollah? Che Lah? or PAK LAH?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-7777996683848673518?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/7777996683848673518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=7777996683848673518' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/7777996683848673518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/7777996683848673518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2008/09/congartulation-che-aman.html' title='Congratulation Che Aman'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-470741495845250932</id><published>2008-09-27T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:27:57.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay raise</title><content type='html'>Syukur Alhamdulillah.....after a long wait, the BOD of KPTM have approved the pay raise. And Alhamdulillah again, the payment was made almost at the same time when the Government made the decision to reduce the price of petroleum by 10 sen. Isn't that we call "rezeki"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied with the raise? For me.....whatever amount raised should be good enough. Syukur. No complains. At least i have some extra cash to spend for the Hari Raya. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's think about after the raise. The pros and cons. Lets start with the pros. High basic pay means we will have higher amount of savings in KWSP. And of course, more savings in other places. We will have extra cash to keep and to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cons. Higher pay means more tax payable. The tax rate for an individual person is between 0% to 28% depending on their chargeable income. Chargeable income mean income from all sources (including employment) minus the reliefs. Chargeable income starting from RM2,500 and above may be liable to tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advise, to those who don't prefer to pay tax, pay more zakat. Our income will be more "berkat". Lastly, enjoy your pay raise......spend wisely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-470741495845250932?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/470741495845250932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=470741495845250932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/470741495845250932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/470741495845250932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2008/09/pay-raise.html' title='Pay raise'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-7779092058208701931</id><published>2008-09-24T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:54:09.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum to all muslim readers,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all of you "Selamat Hari Raya and Maaf Zahir dan Batin".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-7779092058208701931?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/7779092058208701931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=7779092058208701931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/7779092058208701931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/7779092058208701931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2008/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-5041395524296953135</id><published>2008-09-23T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:48:33.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulanglah</title><content type='html'>I don't know why i'm very emotional this morning. Listened to ERA radio on my way to work. The topic for this morning was "Pulang berhariraya". I sempat dengar two cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1&lt;br /&gt;A lady was telling ERA about her brother who has not come home for three years. This was due to a misunderstanding with his mother. So the lady was sort of begging his brother to come back for hariraya and ask for forgiveness from his mother. It seem that their mother selalu tanya if her brother is coming back for hari raya or not. This was what the lady said through ERA, "Abang, baliklak hariraya ni. Minta maaflah dengan emak. Tak kiralah siapa salah. Awak tu anak. Beralahlah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERA pasang lagu Aishah "Pulanglah" after this first case. Tangkap sayu......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case no. 2&lt;br /&gt;The caller's sister did not come back for hariraya for several years. Why? Again, misunderstanding with her sibblings. And the caller was also begging her sister to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang buat i rasa emotional? The first case, kelahi dengan emak......dengan mak pun nak kelahi ke? The one who gave birth to us. No doubt, sometimes memang ada misunderstanding dengan my mom ....but taklah sampai tak boleh nak minta maaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same with the seond case, sayu hati i because their parents are still alive. And just imagine, hancurnya hati ibu bila anak menjauhkan diri. I, myself is a mother, sometimes, anak i ada kecilkan hati i, but we just have to forgive them. And of course as a parent it is my responsibility to tell them what right and what's wrong. A mother will always be a mother. I really thinhk that not a single mother in this world, yang lahirkan anak, tak sayangkan anak....Macam mana jahat pun anak tu, rasa sayang pada anak will still be there. so if a mother can forgive her child, why can't a child forgive his/her mother. Syurga dibawah tapak kaki ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama juga dengan adik-beradik. Macam mana marah pun pada adik-beradik kita, air dicincang tidak akan putus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As parents, we need to didik anak-anak unrtuk sentiasa menghormati orang lain especially ibubapa. Give our children as much love as we can so that ada bonding antara parent and anak-anak. Where ever they go, they will always remember to come back. Rumahku Syurgaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my conclusipn is:&lt;br /&gt;1. We have to learn to forgive and forget. We will enjoy life better.&lt;br /&gt;2. Always respect others if we want to be respected.&lt;br /&gt;3. Give lots and lots of love to those we care for so that we will always be in their mind where ever they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Selamat Hari Raya. Ampun dan maaf di pinta. Kalau ada masaalah dengan sesiapa pun, bermaaf-maafanlah dihariraya ini. Its the best occasion untuk mengahapuskan dosa sesama insan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-5041395524296953135?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/5041395524296953135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=5041395524296953135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/5041395524296953135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/5041395524296953135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2008/09/pulanglah.html' title='Pulanglah'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-4768837483067575030</id><published>2008-09-18T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:23:38.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workshop at De Palma, Ampang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMYGr0SdeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LJaHurE6HBc/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Workshop at De Palma hotel, Ampang, 12 - 14 September 2008&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMYG6It9DI/AAAAAAAAAFI/G1kSEkAheNs/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247564497780864050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMYG6It9DI/AAAAAAAAAFI/G1kSEkAheNs/s320/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Opening Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;Left: Our new Rector (in greenbaju melayu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMYHOiH1tI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RxNkUyj8rpk/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMYHbenHLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_geyPUGeMQY/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247564506731060402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMYHbenHLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_geyPUGeMQY/s320/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMYH49Cu5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/_gAsmIU3e-k/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMVV2nqJpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QirAJnekByQ/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247561456000050834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMVV2nqJpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QirAJnekByQ/s320/DSC00167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMVWMNfl7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/WSWzCy1HPXA/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247561461795887026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMVWMNfl7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/WSWzCy1HPXA/s320/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participants&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMVWdwy5_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/EPFwaLkXhus/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247561466507356146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMVWdwy5_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/EPFwaLkXhus/s320/DSC00169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMVWorTUnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WZ9V77s0-_0/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247561469437104754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMVWorTUnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WZ9V77s0-_0/s320/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMVWzVnsEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/W7spltycblA/s1600-h/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247561472298954818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMVWzVnsEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/W7spltycblA/s320/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMTQayPUPI/AAAAAAAAADw/hIfcm1aIB2g/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMTQuYZ0GI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zpHvURzY4ek/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247559168865980514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMTQuYZ0GI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zpHvURzY4ek/s320/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMTQ1puKfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NUPIhrfVoFQ/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247559170817665522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMTQ1puKfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NUPIhrfVoFQ/s320/DSC00164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice tak....gambar siapa paling banyak?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMTRN0ykNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/aMq7oejUMLw/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMTRTiU1xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mwRjsOnKyrk/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women at work......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-4768837483067575030?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/4768837483067575030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=4768837483067575030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/4768837483067575030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/4768837483067575030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2008/09/workshop-at-de-palma-ampang.html' title='Workshop at De Palma, Ampang'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMYG6It9DI/AAAAAAAAAFI/G1kSEkAheNs/s72-c/DSC00173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-802615881097927295</id><published>2008-09-18T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:26:38.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, Food, Food</title><content type='html'>A group of KPTM lecturers from Kuantan, Bangi, K.L, Ipoh, Alor setar and Batu Pahat attended a workshop on the preparation of the final exam papers. Details of the workshop is......CONFIDENTIAL. Workshop? During the fasting month? Yeah....i was not comfortable about attending it too....but it's part of my job. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not the workshop that i would like to write about. Its the Ramaddhan buffet served at the hotel. De Palma Hotel Ampang. I was told that there were 101 items in the menu but of course it includes timun, as one manu, sambal belacan as one menu and 99 others. Well, they are just numbers and of couse when i hear the number "101", i was very excited but wondered, how much can i eat especially during the fasting month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247549062783016402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMKEeSdndI/AAAAAAAAADA/cYLjvVZnv6w/s320/DSC00165.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247549944983470818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMK30vcQuI/AAAAAAAAADI/ocD8YT6mj-o/s320/DSC00166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spree of food were lavish. And there were so many people there. The whole floor (1st floor of the hotel) was reserved for the Ramaddhan buffet and every single table was occupied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247552357916024882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMNERnZIDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ncnv85k5IAM/s320/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i guess, my friends enjoyed the food. Hah......got prove maaa.......... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247552362445292114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMNEifQQlI/AAAAAAAAADY/7ctwBqFbuVc/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247552373787937682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMNFMvjS5I/AAAAAAAAADg/EEjxtZS_AxA/s320/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-802615881097927295?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/802615881097927295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=802615881097927295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/802615881097927295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/802615881097927295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2008/09/food-food-food.html' title='Food, Food, Food'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SNMKEeSdndI/AAAAAAAAADA/cYLjvVZnv6w/s72-c/DSC00165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-5505938683798858339</id><published>2008-09-09T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T07:49:56.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tazkirah</title><content type='html'>This Q &amp;amp; A was forwarded to me recently. Hanya untuk berkongsi ilmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mengahwini Wanita Hamil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya, permasalahan ini berat. Perhatikan soalan 1 - 5. Perkahwinans eumpama ini hari ini memang tersangat biasa kerana keluarga biasanya memilih jalan ini untuk menutup malu. Bila dapat tahu anak pregnant luar nikah, cepat cepat kahwinkan.. Berdasarkan kenyataan ini, nikah itu TIDAK SAH, maka pasangan itu kelak hidup dalam zina sampai bila-bila... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persoalan ini telah diajukan kepada seorang Imam, di mana banyak persoalanlain timbul dari persoalan pokok tersebut. Saya kongsikan bersama anda di sini kerana ianya amat penting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan 1 :    Apakah langkah yang sewajarnya sekiranya seorang gadis belum                  berkahwin didapati hamil anak luar nikah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan 1 : Gadis itu tidak boleh berkahwin sehingga bayi itu dilahirkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan 2 :    Sekiranya lelaki yang bertanggungjawab itu bersedia mengahwini gadis itu, bolehkah mereka bernikah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan 2 : Tidak. Mereka tidak boleh bernikah sehingga bayi itu dilahirkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan 3 :    Adakah pernikahan itu sah sekiranya mereka berkawin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan 3 : Tidak. Pernikahan itu TIDAK SAH. Seorang lelaki tidak boleh mengahwini seorang wanita hamil, walaupun lelaki itu merupakan ayah kepada bayi yang dikandung itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan 4 :     Sekiranya mereka bernikah, apakah tindakan mereka untuk memperbetulkan keadaan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan 4 :  Mereka mesti berpisah. Perempuan itu mestilah menunggu sehingga melahirkan, atau sehingga sah dia tidak mengandung, barulah mereka boleh bernikah sekali lagi, secara sah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan 5 :     Bagaimana sekiranya keadaan itu tidak diperbetulkan?Jawapan 5 :  Maka mereka akan hidup di dalam zina kerana pernikahan itu tidak sah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan 6 :    Apakah hak seorang anak luar nikah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan 6 : Kebanyakan pendapat mengatakan bahawa anak itu TIADA HAK untuk menuntut apa-apa daripada ayahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan 7 :     Sekiranya hukum mengatakan lelaki itu bukan ayah kepada anak tersebut, adakah itu bermakna dia bukan mahram kepada anak perempuannya sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan 7 :  Ya. Dia tidak boleh menjadi mahram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan 8 :     Sekiranya seorang lelaki Muslim dan seorang wanita Muslim (atau bukan Muslim) ingin bernikah setelah bersekedudukan, apakah  tindakan yang sewajarnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan 8 :  Mereka mesti tinggal berasingan segera dan menunggu sehingga perempuan itu haid satu kali sebelum mereka boleh bernikah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan 9 :     Sekiranya saya kenal/tahu seseorang di dalam keadaan ini, apakah  saya perlu memberitahu kepadanya, atau lebih baik menjaga tepi kain sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan 9 : Anda wajib memberitahu, kerana itu sebahagian tanggungjawab anda sebagai saudaranya. Mereka harus diberi peluang untuk memperbetulkan keadaan mereka, kalau tidak semua keturunan  yang lahir dari pernikahan tidak sah itu adalah anak-anak yang                     tidak sah taraf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-5505938683798858339?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/5505938683798858339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=5505938683798858339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/5505938683798858339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/5505938683798858339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2008/09/tazkirah.html' title='Tazkirah'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-3152088608198188802</id><published>2008-09-09T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T06:45:59.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Menu for Berbuka Puasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9th September 2008. My husband insisted to cook today as he is on leave. I suka je....I have to admit that he is a good cook especially Thai cookings e.g. tomyam, paprik and telur bungkus. But to my surprise, he cooked pizza today. Rashdan and Izzati......and myself, were very excited about it and couldn't wait to get the taste of it. He even prepared the crust himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We usually sat down at the table, 5 minutes before the azan. My husband will recite doa (not the berbuka puasa doa, but other doa) and when its time to buka puasa, Rashdan excitedly eat the pizza. Both Rashdan and Izzati just couldn't stop telling their father how nice the pizza taste. My comment, ok....sedap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244014502904477794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZ7aAqeOGI/AAAAAAAAACw/70dl3bA1k0E/s320/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had leftover speghetti which he cooked a few days back. Cooked the pasta and defrosted the sauce. Speghetti sauce tastes even better after a few days. Of course it has to be kept frozen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244016340564167410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZ9E-eryvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/f8WOu7BCr_Y/s320/DSC00161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Boy.....am i lucky to have a thai and italian cooking husband, huh. Myself.....Malaysian food jelah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-3152088608198188802?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/3152088608198188802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=3152088608198188802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/3152088608198188802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/3152088608198188802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2008/09/todays-menu-for-berbuka-puasa.html' title='Today&apos;s Menu for Berbuka Puasa'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZ7aAqeOGI/AAAAAAAAACw/70dl3bA1k0E/s72-c/DSC00158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-8703788497903530126</id><published>2008-09-08T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T03:53:49.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My son, Rashdan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;9 September, 2008. I was standing by my kitchen door watching my husband reciting doa in the car with my son Mahmood Rashdan. He was going to send Rashdan to school and today is Rashdan's first day of UPSR exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i have tears in my eyes, realizing that my son is a big boy now. He's sitting for his UPSR now and next year he will be in form one. How time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashdan is my first child. Still remember the day he was born, 30 January 1996 (10th Ramaddan) in Johor Bahru. Of my three children, he was the easiest to give birth to. And was very adorable.....still is to me.... Very, clever, talkative and loved by everybody in the family. He has grown now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day i gave birth to my second baby, Izzati, he came to the hospital with my husband. I was still in the labour room (after giving birth) but i could hear him shouting excitedly, telling everybody, "Ini adik saya. Ini adik saya". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243972863565913154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZViSCiXEI/AAAAAAAAACI/abxTpCjAufc/s320/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, his first day at school (standard one), i didn't give him any money as he didn't know how to buy at the canteen. I only gave him a bottle of plain water. He didn't complain. When i fetch him from school that afternoon, he was telling me about his first day at school. And he said this to me, "Mama, tadi masa rehat, Abang (that what he call himself) duduk kat kelas. Abang nak makan. Lepas tu abang pikir, abang pikir macam mana abang nak makan". I felt really guilty for not packing him any food. After that day i made sure that he had his breakfast before going to school and either pack him food or give him some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very nervous yesterday. He asked me, "What if i don't get good result for UPSR?". My reply to him was, "You don't have to be nervous. You have studied. Whatever results you get later should indicate your effort. How bad can it be?". We brought him to KFC last evening(he requested for it) for fast breaking, with the hope that it would calm him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, he was very excited to go to school and i'm glad that he had overcome his nervousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is a good kid and i doa that he will be a good person in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama doakan Adan berjaya dunia dan akhirat". I love you, Rashdan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-8703788497903530126?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/8703788497903530126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=8703788497903530126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/8703788497903530126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/8703788497903530126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-son-rashdan.html' title='My son, Rashdan'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZViSCiXEI/AAAAAAAAACI/abxTpCjAufc/s72-c/DSC00681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-1465632573682030732</id><published>2008-09-06T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:04:12.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramaddhan Cookings</title><content type='html'>Bulan Ramaddhan is back. Bulan yang penuh dengan keberkatan. Doa-doa dimakbulkan dalam bulan yang mulia ini.....insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children....Rashdan (12), Izzati (9) except for Aishah (3) are fasting. My concern was with Izzati who is very very skinny even when it was not during not fasting month. Very choosy on food. Kata lapar tapi makan sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, Izzati makan banyak during this fasting month. It was my "azam" to cook every day for the family during this fasting month, and so far i have succeeded in doing so. And i felt great to see the children were eating well since day one of this fasting month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dishes during berbuka puasa were very simple. My children don't want to eat rice with lauk. So i cooked something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day:  Mee Hailam (cooked by my hubby at my mom's house)&lt;br /&gt;Second day:  Laksa Kuah putih (two bowls for Izzati. She loved the dish)&lt;br /&gt;Third day:  Mee Sayur&lt;br /&gt;Fourth day:  Bubur sup ayam&lt;br /&gt;Fifth day: Nasi ayam special&lt;br /&gt;Sixth day :  Speghetti (cooked by my hubby) and sausage salad (i cooked)&lt;br /&gt;Today?  My daughter requested for bubur lambuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children's requests have actually make it easy for me. I don't have to think of what to cook today. as my mom said, whenever you want to cook for berbuka puasa, always ask the children first. Bukan husband...ek.  Bukan apa.....just to encourage them to fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far what i have cooked were just enough and no wastage. Alhamdulillah. Kalau ada lebih, i habiskan masa sahur. That is also an ibadah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-1465632573682030732?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/1465632573682030732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=1465632573682030732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/1465632573682030732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/1465632573682030732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2008/09/ramaddhan-cookings.html' title='Ramaddhan Cookings'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-4005395388282040378</id><published>2008-09-06T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:57:15.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments That Makes Me Feel Like Crying</title><content type='html'>Why do we cry? We cry when we feel sad or in pain. Sometimes we also cry when we feel very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few moments when i feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;1.   At a majlis akad nikah. After pengantin lelaki successfully akad nikah. I will always feel like crying because it means it is a new journey of the pengantin's life. A lot more to come after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  When i see people celebrating their victory. For example, when the Brazil women volleyball team won the gold olympic medal. The moment they celebrated their victory toucched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  During hari raya. When i kissed my parents hands especially my mom's and say sorry for all my wrongdoing. Memang tangkap shahdulah masa tuh. And i will cry every time and every year when it happens. Oops....not to forget....masa minta maaf dengan suami pun tangkap syahdu jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Death of any one i know. Friends and relatives. Remembered when my Mak Teh passed away. I just cannot help crying looking at her cucu cried bila nak tengok jenazah. And also masa arwah Encik Fauzi......especially when looking at his youngest son was playing near the kubur bila nak kebumikan jenazah. Sedih. Ada student call nak tanya whether the news about his death was true or not.....i couldn't speak. And the student understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada a few more which i cannot think of right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-4005395388282040378?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/4005395388282040378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=4005395388282040378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/4005395388282040378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/4005395388282040378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2008/09/moments-that-makes-me-feel-like-crying.html' title='Moments That Makes Me Feel Like Crying'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-5164529912868799120</id><published>2008-09-06T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:27:59.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPSR</title><content type='html'>Sunday, 7 September 2008. My son is going to sit for his UPSR this Tuesday. Phew......he's gonna sit for the exam.....why am i having butterflies in my stomach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cannot sleep last Friday night. He came into my room and wake us up. And my husband went to sleep with him in his room. Just to accompany him. That was about 1 am. I woke up again at about 2 am. I couldn't sleep after that, wondering if my son was thinking about his exam. Since i couldn't sleep, i got up and performed the solat taubat and followed by solat hajat. As i was just about to complete the solat hajat, my son came into my room again and told me that my youngest daughter wants milk. After preparing milk for my daughter, i saw my son was still awake. I took the chance to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him what made him couldn't sleep? Is he thinkng abou his exam? It was true. He was actually a bit tensed. This is what i told him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abang (that's waht i call him) jangan tension. You have studied hard. Whatever your result you get, should be good enough for me because you have shown to me that you have studied. Kalau abang tak dapat 5A sekali pun, i will not be angry with you. Just be cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hoped that what i said calms him down. As a parent, i want him to be successful. But i have to make sure that i do not pressure him too much. I will not show my worry but keep on encouraging him and praying for his success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahmood Rashdan.....i pray that you get 5A because you deserve it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-5164529912868799120?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/5164529912868799120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=5164529912868799120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/5164529912868799120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/5164529912868799120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2008/09/upsr.html' title='UPSR'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-3789212948342018442</id><published>2008-08-04T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:38:53.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Hidayah and Suhaniz</title><content type='html'>I guess i have to complete the assignment huh...Got a bit addicted to this blogging thing. Tapi kena banyak belajar lagi. Looking at Hidayah and Suhaniz's blogs.....very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the answer to the five questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1&lt;br /&gt;Let me see....five years ago means year 2004. I'm still working in KPTM. Got pregnant with my third one. Jazmina Aishah was born on 17th November 2004, that was the fourth hari raya aidil fitri. Bought the house which i'm staying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 - renovated my house. Sungai Isap is known for its every year "banjir". So i besarkan rumah and the part yang i tambah, ditinggikan. So far, although it still floods every year, at least there are some part of my house is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 is also the year when somebody took away my hand bag. Hish....so troublesome having to make the police report, make new ic, and also other reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Sukan MARA. Represented MARA Pahang for Bowling. We were the 1st runners up. Not bad ....eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 Nothing unusual happened in 2007. Let go my KJship. I thought, it's about time for me to concentrate on my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - busy trying to be a good parent. Rashdan (my eldest) is going to sit for his UPSR. Concentration is fully on him. Not to forget Izzati (2nd). She dyslexic (is that how they spell it?) I need to spend more time coaching her to read. I think it worked well. Her reading and results are mush better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2&lt;br /&gt;I'm on MC today (5 August 2008). Having a fever and the doctor gave me two days MC. But the following were in the list to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mark the quizes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Prepare the next quizes - ACT 243 and ACF 132&lt;br /&gt;3. Update some notes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Meet my mentees, 39 of them....&lt;br /&gt;5. Cook mee sayur tonite (if i have the strength to do it. The medicine which the doctor gave me makes me feel very sleepy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3&lt;br /&gt;1. Kerepek ubi pedas - the one that Razmi sells&lt;br /&gt;2. Enjoyed chocolates, especially Kit Kat&lt;br /&gt;3. Twisties...but not too much. Not good for your brain.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pau kacang and kaya&lt;br /&gt;5. Curry puffs and doughnuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 4&lt;br /&gt;If i were a billionaire, i would first pay off all my debts. Yang tu wajib. Bila ada duit mesti bayar hutang dulu. Then, i would quit KPTM kot...ha ha ha and be a billionaire house wife. Jaga anak lagi bagus. See they grow to be useful people. Berangan jelah. Give some to my parents, adik beradik and to my relatives yang memerlukan. Lebih afdhal dulukan sedara-mara. Then, of course donate some to saudara seagama before i invest the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 5&lt;br /&gt;The five jobs i've had.&lt;br /&gt;My first job was an audit assistant with Coopers &amp;amp; Lybrand Kuantan. That was after my Diploma. Then after my degree, i was working as an Accounts Officer at Multi-Dominion Mining. When i got married, my husband and i moved to JB. My first job there was an Accounts Executive at Hoshita Engineering and later quit the job to become a lecturer at Rima College. After having my first child, we moved to KL and that's when i joined KPTM (KYPM then). And not forgetting......a part-time cashier at KOMASRA....ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the above answered all your questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-3789212948342018442?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/3789212948342018442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=3789212948342018442' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/3789212948342018442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/3789212948342018442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged-by-hidayah-and-suhaniz.html' title='Tagged by Hidayah and Suhaniz'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-8011315504764069641</id><published>2008-07-30T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T06:18:46.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love sports. I guess i got the interest from my parents. Both my parents are sportsman and sportswoman. I played mostly outdoor games. Enjoyed every single of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Netball&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played netball since i was in standard six. "Centre" was my position then. Netball is not the kind of game that you can simply come and play. The most basic thing in netball is the footwork, apart from the throeing techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the netball team captain, representing Sekolah Seri Puteri (SSP) back in 1985 and 1986. Played thw "Wing Attack" position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued playing netball, representing ITM cawangan Pahang in 1988 and ITM Cawangan Johor in 1990. In 1991, during my first semester of Advanced Diploma in Accountancy (ADIA), i represented ADIA in "Sukan Antara Kursus" at ITM Shah Alam and after that represented ITM Shah Alam for the inter ITM games in ITM Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i still play netball now? Yes i do. Recently, the college where i'm teaching were having "Sukan antara Pelajar dan Staf".ome of my colleagues told me that our team will not stand a chance to win since the students are musch younger and energetic. But, hei......who said we need much energy to play netball? We, the staff became the champion. Why? Not because we were more energetic, but because of our experience and strategies used. We played smart.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Basketball&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started playing basketball when i was in form one. My school had the best basketball team among the residential schools in Malaysia. They had been champions even before i entered the school. And the school team were still the champion during my five years in SSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the team in 1984. Represented the school in "Pesta Piala Perdana Menteri" (PPM) at SMS Selangor. Started playing in the "first five" (main players) in 1985 (PPM at TKC) and my last PPM was at SMS Machang in 1986). I played the right wing as well as the controller. We were the champion for all the three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky to be selected to play in Japan together with of my SSP colleagues, three players from TKC and two others from SMS Selangor. It was actually a students' exchange programme to Kohri Town in Fukushima Prefecture, as one of the programme in celebrating the town's anniversary. (How many years? I couldn't remember). Had a good experience playing in a cold weather as it was winter at that time. I scored a few goals (i was a very good three points shooter.....really!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i can play basketball anymore. Unlike netball, we need pretty much energy to play basketball. Tried playing once....that was lastb year. Well.....i can still dribble well but by the time i reach the goal, i felt like fainting. Just didn't have the stamina anymore. But i can still shoot from the three-point line. Basically, basketball was the game i enjoyed most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Volleyball&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never got the chance to play volleyball in school. Took volleyball as my co-curriculum subject in ITM Cawangan Pahang. It's true what they say. Once a sportswoman will always be a sportswoman. Teach me to play, i can play anything. Remembered when i was in SSP. We, the basketball players were not allowed to play softball because they (they softball players) feared that we will be in the softball team and not them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got an "A" for the subject. Still play volleyball for leisure. And i'm now teaching my son to play the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bowling&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game i love currently. I first bowl in 1991, when my colleagues at Coopers &amp;amp; Lybrandt invited me to join them. I was the "Ratu Longkang" then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowled once in a while with by boyfriend (my hubby now) in Shah Alam, when we were there for our ADIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, me and my family will go bowling almost every week. Thanks to Uncle John and Tuan Syed for teaching me to bowl the right way. No more "longkang".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231392416298549730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SJmjr34lweI/AAAAAAAAABc/UIOb_peGPm0/s320/P7130229%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling connects me to my SSP friends. Every year (starting from 2006) the SSP alumni will have a tournament which they named "Battle of the Batches". I didn't join the tournament in 2006, but for the past two tournaments, i've been playing for my batch (1986 batch). My love for the game urged me to join the tournaments although they were held in the Klang Valley. Last year we were the 1st runner up. This year, we were still in the top three. (2nd runner up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars of our team are Soso (Tg. Soraya), whose scores were very consistent, and Bien (Farah Sabina) whose scores were mostly 150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231392844738277810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SJmkEz8lMbI/AAAAAAAAABk/9sslCTsplWg/s320/P7130212%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            Izreen, Marina, Nik, myself, Bien and Soso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the games i mentioned, i like table tennis. As i said earlier, i was and still am a sportswoman. Whatever game.....surely i like lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-8011315504764069641?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/8011315504764069641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=8011315504764069641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/8011315504764069641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/8011315504764069641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2008/07/sports.html' title='Sports'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SJmjr34lweI/AAAAAAAAABc/UIOb_peGPm0/s72-c/P7130229%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516806228266244681.post-8769234592687919741</id><published>2008-07-20T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:15:17.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seri Puteri at 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SINMS5juB9I/AAAAAAAAABE/el8qrUHKIQo/s1600-h/SSP%2520Dinner%2520%252813%2529%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225103880251901906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SINMS5juB9I/AAAAAAAAABE/el8qrUHKIQo/s320/SSP%2520Dinner%2520%252813%2529%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekolah Seri Puteri is 40 years old this year. I am glad to be part of that 40 years. My 5 years there were very memorable (1982 - 1986).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dinner was held at the Grand Ball Room of Rennaissance Hotel on 28 June 2008 to celebrate the 40th anniversary of Sekolah Seri Puteri. It was a mixed feeling for me. Having to meet all those SSPians whom i have not met for quite some time........it was really wonderful. My batch mates....Izreen, Sofiana, Nik, Bob, Marina, Tim, Farah Nini, Mazlina, Hida, Mahani, Golly, Eena, Fe, Mijae, Debby, Ita and Didi (i hope i didn't miss anybody)......i was really really glad to see them again and also the seniors and of course juniors. Halim Othman was the MC and really enjoyed the songs sang by Jay Jay......old songs. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225103875195769250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SINMSmuPkaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/86Qwl0eqtzI/s320/SSP%2520Dinner%2520%25281%2529%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225103877641258530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SINMSv1SxiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Jvw51ICLPZA/s320/SSP%2520Dinner%2520%25284%2529%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225103885504187810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SINMTNH9jaI/AAAAAAAAABM/1rJDrzcHZUA/s320/SSP%2520Dinner%2520%252817%2529%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225103882066956690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SINMTAUdkZI/AAAAAAAAABU/xCNdOy0uvTI/s320/SSP%2520Dinner%2520%252820%2529%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memories of SSP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who was i in SSP? A member of MABENS.......Marina, myself, Bob, Erin, Nita and Suria. That how we get our name.......name of each member. We were in the same class when we were in form one. There was another group called The Top Ten (if i'm not mistaken).....izreen, sof, nik, eena, zulee, carol, .....who else.....i forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actively involved in basketball and netball. Started playing for SSP at the Piala Perdana Menteri when i was in form 3 (1984 - PPM in SMS Selangor). Kak Olin was the captain then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPM 1985 in TKC - Kak Helen was the captain and my last PPM 1986 in SMS Machang - Izreen was the captain. Basketball was my favourite game then. Got selected to play in Japan in 1985 together with Izreen, Naz, other players, three from TKC and two from SMS Selangor. It was a wonderful experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too many memories for me to tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516806228266244681-8769234592687919741?l=missy-azah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/feeds/8769234592687919741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516806228266244681&amp;postID=8769234592687919741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/8769234592687919741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516806228266244681/posts/default/8769234592687919741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missy-azah.blogspot.com/2008/07/seri-puteri-at-40.html' title='Seri Puteri at 40'/><author><name>azah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07638667095694253076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SMZW447GpdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_6Iv_3G_Sgw/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCKBPpURF8o/SINMS5juB9I/AAAAAAAAABE/el8qrUHKIQo/s72-c/SSP%2520Dinner%2520%252813%2529%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
