<?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-1813920207391808280</id><updated>2012-02-11T12:02:54.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bell the Door</title><subtitle type='html'>They said my life is so smooth and plain... I guess ya! Let's write it down!&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lb1f.lilypie.com/D6n6p8.png" width="400" height="80" border="0" alt="Lilypie First Birthday tickers"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-3054823491909808889</id><published>2012-02-02T00:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T01:24:01.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bliss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This morning I woke up with a big grin :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mane tak nye hari wilayah. Girangnye la hati x payah drive heading to Jalan Pantai Bahru after sending Miqa to his babysitter's house. Ops, Auntie Rose asked my permission to bring Miqa to Zoo together with her grandsons, ha aku ape lagi mcm orang disorongkan bantal la... at least lame sikit tido aku bile xde anak kecik kan... Da lame wooo x rase nikmat bangun tido sampai tengahri woooo.... ;) Told you already I'm not a good role model mom! Dang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So guess lepas hantar Miqa, aku continue tidur sampai lah pukul 1 tgahri! Hah amik ko! Same goes to Famy! Nikmat betul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bangun2 terus lapar n kami berdua siap2 nak gi makan. Siap2 semua da pukul 2.30 pm.. Manelah nk dapat lauk sedap2 lagi da.. Aku nk masak Famy said x payah cos nak hantar service kereta lagi so kalau tgu aku masak lg lambat! So fast game katenye...;) kiteorg makan luar! Pilih lunch @ Mr Teppayaki! Burpp.... Full until ke petang ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erk...actually bukan itu yang aku nak citer kan.. hihihi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha... mase siap2 nak keluar tu, tergerak hati nak pakai semula my anniversary couple ring la.It is a silver ring with our names there. Hey that ring dah nak dekat 7 tahun usianye..still nice &amp;amp; berkilat! ;) but sayangggggggg.... CANNOT FIT INTO MY FINGER ANYMORE, i mean ring finger la, muat pulak dekat little finger! Mcm nak nangis rasenye.... bile tgk jari aku da bulat2 macam donut / cendawan butang! Huarghhhhhhhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to get back my 44.7 kg back ni..... Aduss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xpe, u know what...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a wake up call for me to do something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serious.... I don't dare to see myself looks like below pic... though I know it's will be possible kan... (when I see my genetic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHVx54fmxlo/TylzB-WeUfI/AAAAAAAAAaw/xbr3T3Bdb1U/s1600/12029-Fat-Woman-In-A-Bikini-On-The-Beach-Holding-A-Towel-And-Umbrella-Cartoon-Clipart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 177px; height: 219px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704216880795767282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHVx54fmxlo/TylzB-WeUfI/AAAAAAAAAaw/xbr3T3Bdb1U/s200/12029-Fat-Woman-In-A-Bikini-On-The-Beach-Holding-A-Towel-And-Umbrella-Cartoon-Clipart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, jealous tgk kawan2 yang beranak 3,4 tp body maintain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okla... ayat nak sedapkan hati...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I'm not that bad la kan....bersyukur la dengan nikmat Allah Taala kasik ni, kalau Dia tarik... isk... Nauzubillah. Ok Ok.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdulillah for everything in my life.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-3054823491909808889?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3054823491909808889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=3054823491909808889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3054823491909808889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3054823491909808889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2012/02/bliss.html' title='A bliss!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHVx54fmxlo/TylzB-WeUfI/AAAAAAAAAaw/xbr3T3Bdb1U/s72-c/12029-Fat-Woman-In-A-Bikini-On-The-Beach-Holding-A-Towel-And-Umbrella-Cartoon-Clipart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-5406584729010193009</id><published>2012-01-16T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T02:19:46.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash back: Cikgu Mad Yahya</title><content type='html'>I met my Standard-6 teacher this morning, when I had breakfast with ibu &amp;amp; ayah before heading back to Kl, Cikgu Mad Yahya! He's one of my favourite teacher during primary school! He taught my hatred subject with his easy way...hurm ape lagi lah kalau tak Math kan! I was really bad in calculating...until now I guess ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah back to the story of Cikgu Mad... He's really awesome &amp;amp; good looking cikgu with his fatherly way in teaching his students! Each of us during that time had unique nick names given by him! Nyet Nyet lah...Erra Fazira lah....Budak mate 4 lah...Kecik lah...Mok lah... hihihi (many more names that I can't recall here &amp;gt;sigh&amp;lt;) He was also sporting &amp;amp; multi-tasking teacher ok! Not only can taught us Math, in fact he used to guide us in dancing this traditional dance when we need to perform the art perfomance during our graduation day! Hahahaha.... again too bad cause I can't recall the names of the dancing! But, I was playing role as a dayang on that time, together with Kak Ai &amp;amp; Ieyra... Syahrul was as a princess.... can't remember who was the prince, between Adam or Hafiz! Hihihihihi.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also taught us Pendidikan Jasmani ok! Hurm....What a small school with many talented &amp;amp; multi tasking teacher! That's made we closed each other....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered one day we were be punished because of making loud and Cikgu Mad asked us to sit in a pair between girls &amp;amp; boys. No more sit with our bestfriend/selected friend!&lt;br /&gt;He said he wanted bersandingkan kiteorang! I remembered boys were like cheer up saying 'Yeaahhhh'..... hihihihihi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh......the memory flaming inside my head again........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish can go back during that time! Errr...not go back, maybe I should wish just to 'visit' that time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you all? Any specific from your past time, would you like to visit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-5406584729010193009?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5406584729010193009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=5406584729010193009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5406584729010193009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5406584729010193009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2012/01/flash-back-cikgu-mad-yahya.html' title='Flash back: Cikgu Mad Yahya'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-3491280291173421846</id><published>2012-01-11T16:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T16:45:47.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our way of having fun! kekekek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, tengok ape yang kami buat weekend time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Famy is being fucking sporting husband when I forced him to try my face mask!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahaha......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miqa? Oooh he was sleeping during this time and mummy &amp;amp; daddy were having fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Es-U7c9hy8E/Tw1HYv7KWOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/oPY4f9zja2A/s1600/20120108_114652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696287594200586466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Es-U7c9hy8E/Tw1HYv7KWOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/oPY4f9zja2A/s200/20120108_114652.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQVtzulJ-74/Tw1HYehdkrI/AAAAAAAAAaM/3boXhZbt3mM/s1600/20120108_114735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696287589529391794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQVtzulJ-74/Tw1HYehdkrI/AAAAAAAAAaM/3boXhZbt3mM/s200/20120108_114735.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PgqwhWD1Gy4/Tw1HZSD793I/AAAAAAAAAao/tLmmBlT5QJM/s1600/20120108_114316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 171px; height: 227px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696287603364198258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PgqwhWD1Gy4/Tw1HZSD793I/AAAAAAAAAao/tLmmBlT5QJM/s200/20120108_114316.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1813920207391808280-3491280291173421846?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3491280291173421846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=3491280291173421846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3491280291173421846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3491280291173421846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2012/01/take-break.html' title='our way of having fun! kekekek'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Es-U7c9hy8E/Tw1HYv7KWOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/oPY4f9zja2A/s72-c/20120108_114652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-69668334161048480</id><published>2012-01-06T00:24:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T15:09:33.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertorial: Samsung Galaxy S2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 months ago, personally when somebody asked me if I get the opportunity to change my Samsung Galaxy Ace to other brand of phone, I said I will choose Samsung Galaxy S2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he/she like what? Why S2, why not iPhone?..... I don't know it's just come naturally from my heart... I don't have an exact answer why I don't choose iPhone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qeV6daioihE/Tw0MWx4IhHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/imZhFEh2IFQ/s1600/GT-I9100-Galaxy-S-II-640x426.png"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 295px; height: 191px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696222689178977394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qeV6daioihE/Tw0MWx4IhHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/imZhFEh2IFQ/s200/GT-I9100-Galaxy-S-II-640x426.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at last, just 2 days before 2011 ended, I received a new gift from hubby! Yeehahhaaaaa! Thanks yang! Will appreciate it! He knows how much I like this phone ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Errr.. Actually, that's not what exactly what I want to say... The thing that I want to share here is how I'm experiencing this type of Android phone so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, I did some research when I was have this intention to replace my Samsung Ace with S2 couple months ago ;) ... Just to share ya! ( Sorry the table is lo-res visual, couldn't get the hi-res one) hihihi.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nAK8RZZZ6d0/Tw0lZFZvlNI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9gpoku_A1Pg/s1600/dang2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2X7N5j_AHY/Tw0niGFo3kI/AAAAAAAAAaA/zMysyY5Uh5Q/s1600/dang2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 159px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696252570396843586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2X7N5j_AHY/Tw0niGFo3kI/AAAAAAAAAaA/zMysyY5Uh5Q/s200/dang2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nIlX1o2frPc/Tw0jniAJW5I/AAAAAAAAAZo/c0QfHMoYMcg/s1600/tekniska-specifikationer_iphonegalaxy_eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But let me sum in general, based on above table, in terms of megapixel of camera, S2 got 8 megapixel while iPhone got 5. Both can do Film in HD! In terms of call time, S2 manage to talk up to 18.2 hours (GSM)/ 8.4 hours (3G Network), while iPhone up to 7 hours (3G) and up to 14 hours (2G). Next is standby time for S2 is up to 710 hours! Meanwhile iPhone is up to 300 hours. When we speak about the processor, S2 standardize lah as expected by the Android technology, two processor cores with the processor speed 1.2 GHz. The operating system for S2 is using Android 2.3 (Gingerbread) and for iPhone is iOS 4! In which Apple have their own A4 processor which is more prowerful and energy-efficient. As for the screen resolution, S2 got 800x480 pixels, while iPhone 640x960 pixels (326 ppi). In terms of the screen size for S2 is 4.27" while iPone is 3.5". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In overall, both are the best smartphones! For those who like to download those fantastic applications, iPhone is the best choice, nak nak bile Apple latest 'baby' iPhone 4S is in the market already. However, for those who prefer total solution which can cover all aspect of the value added services in the smartphone, go for S2 and the quality of picture is also superb plus the processing is quite faster because S2 is using the powerful encryption hardware! Web browsing is very quick even via Wi-Fi networks, and you won’t face any problem with loading and playing even the most “heavy” games on Samsung’s flagship. Hihihi... ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet, I still admit iPhone's design is quite impressive compare to S2... hihihi, but still... don't judge book by its cover what! Hihihihihi.... Jgn mare ya iPhone lovers! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But having said that, let’s return to the original question, iPhone 4 vs Samsung Galaxy s2 – which one is better? I’ve come to the conclusion that the best mobile phone is the Samsung Galaxy s2, although the iPhone 4 is perfectly fine, with effective programmes and useful functions to serve as a business phone and also as a private phone. It’s really just a question of personal taste! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Itu my personal view la kan... Different people have different view !Da name pun Advertorial! Hihihihi.....&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/1813920207391808280-69668334161048480?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/69668334161048480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=69668334161048480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/69668334161048480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/69668334161048480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2012/01/advertorial-samsung-galaxy-s2.html' title='Advertorial: Samsung Galaxy S2'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qeV6daioihE/Tw0MWx4IhHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/imZhFEh2IFQ/s72-c/GT-I9100-Galaxy-S-II-640x426.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-7878368386575287947</id><published>2012-01-03T17:55:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:09:05.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my farewell 2011 events</title><content type='html'>I am suppose to post this earlier than my previous post... hihihihi....&lt;br /&gt;Takpela just to say bye2 to all the memories in 2011! Cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu7F24n_ju4/TwLSLAsFNOI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZSVwMN52xYQ/s1600/2011-07-09%2B15.02.25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 187px; height: 252px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693343965555012834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu7F24n_ju4/TwLSLAsFNOI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZSVwMN52xYQ/s320/2011-07-09%2B15.02.25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tQuqvntBU58/TwLSKCsfesI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1B0F_0deNUM/s1600/2011-12-17%2B15.29.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 238px; height: 214px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693343948913736386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tQuqvntBU58/TwLSKCsfesI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1B0F_0deNUM/s320/2011-12-17%2B15.29.04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OS-rSYbHjYE/TwLSJBh-lzI/AAAAAAAAAUg/gExD9G5XmZw/s1600/2011-08-30%2B09.52.53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 194px; height: 275px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693343931421333298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OS-rSYbHjYE/TwLSJBh-lzI/AAAAAAAAAUg/gExD9G5XmZw/s320/2011-08-30%2B09.52.53.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmUqfgV08FQ/TwOjjg7d5gI/AAAAAAAAAWw/GqLGKXJ24IY/s1600/2011-07-28%2B17.07.39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 177px; height: 213px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693574184456545794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmUqfgV08FQ/TwOjjg7d5gI/AAAAAAAAAWw/GqLGKXJ24IY/s200/2011-07-28%2B17.07.39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cakes for my boys! Happiness with the boys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hHdb5yJQDXg/TwLSJiOSLcI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZPUP_TLpmm4/s1600/2011-09-27%2B11.39.35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 179px; height: 272px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693343940197100994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hHdb5yJQDXg/TwLSJiOSLcI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZPUP_TLpmm4/s320/2011-09-27%2B11.39.35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7FRgNp9Rvw/TwLS_p82NrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ixg8I3l5nws/s1600/2011-09-28%2B09.25.43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 180px; height: 269px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693344869984384690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7FRgNp9Rvw/TwLS_p82NrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ixg8I3l5nws/s320/2011-09-28%2B09.25.43.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b3fS1PcqqLc/TwLTArLYByI/AAAAAAAAAVo/o_nwMkkXyS4/s1600/2011-08-19%2B16.51.35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 232px; height: 274px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693344887493625634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b3fS1PcqqLc/TwLTArLYByI/AAAAAAAAAVo/o_nwMkkXyS4/s320/2011-08-19%2B16.51.35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LFZ1mIrcuJo/TwLTBYRaGbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/wpG6uV06EBc/s1600/2011-06-27%2B12.45.39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 160px; height: 272px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693344899598522802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LFZ1mIrcuJo/TwLTBYRaGbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/wpG6uV06EBc/s320/2011-06-27%2B12.45.39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Euvjafpjj8/TwLS_8WxX5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/j3rAO1IiIiE/s1600/2011-09-20%2B12.25.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 163px; height: 250px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693344874924957586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Euvjafpjj8/TwLS_8WxX5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/j3rAO1IiIiE/s320/2011-09-20%2B12.25.04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iUF60nvrjRU/TwOjiFLAReI/AAAAAAAAAWM/TOHz2Sjuq-c/s1600/IMG-20111123-WA0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 149px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693574159825651170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iUF60nvrjRU/TwOjiFLAReI/AAAAAAAAAWM/TOHz2Sjuq-c/s200/IMG-20111123-WA0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vAaPyFs3Kkc/TwOjieYXTAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/X82qG2c-Fto/s1600/IMG_0551%2B%2528533x800%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 133px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693574166592572418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vAaPyFs3Kkc/TwOjieYXTAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/X82qG2c-Fto/s200/IMG_0551%2B%2528533x800%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVb0jOEBXhU/TwOjjBqtfSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZOOmyYKZEE4/s1600/2011-12-30%2B09.55.35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693574176064765218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVb0jOEBXhU/TwOjjBqtfSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZOOmyYKZEE4/s200/2011-12-30%2B09.55.35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olzgAVcw5Q4/TwOk4qOSB4I/AAAAAAAAAXs/pWKhlYhXUbI/s1600/2011-07-13%2B11.45.57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693575647240259458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olzgAVcw5Q4/TwOk4qOSB4I/AAAAAAAAAXs/pWKhlYhXUbI/s200/2011-07-13%2B11.45.57.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with friends &amp;amp; office mates! Great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olzgAVcw5Q4/TwOk4qOSB4I/AAAAAAAAAXs/pWKhlYhXUbI/s1600/2011-07-13%2B11.45.57.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9DuUTvm_Dc/TwOk3ziYIhI/AAAAAAAAAXg/e7OCIV-F03Q/s1600/2011-10-03%2B17.02.00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693575632560595474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9DuUTvm_Dc/TwOk3ziYIhI/AAAAAAAAAXg/e7OCIV-F03Q/s200/2011-10-03%2B17.02.00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hubby been warded....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All about miqa :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1z3oRZIDNg/TwOmAxECtAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Z_-W67BpLnA/s1600/2011-08-04%2B21.47.25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693576886026941442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1z3oRZIDNg/TwOmAxECtAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Z_-W67BpLnA/s200/2011-08-04%2B21.47.25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olzgAVcw5Q4/TwOk4qOSB4I/AAAAAAAAAXs/pWKhlYhXUbI/s1600/2011-07-13%2B11.45.57.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ1kg4QBaFI/TwOmBlx6pWI/AAAAAAAAAYg/8Md2FLJc40I/s1600/2011-08-08%2B19.06.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693576900177995106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ1kg4QBaFI/TwOmBlx6pWI/AAAAAAAAAYg/8Md2FLJc40I/s200/2011-08-08%2B19.06.04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QnMQrZ9ZVlM/TwOmBFvT8CI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ErZyYec3KX0/s1600/2011-12-24%2B10.46.48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693576891577135138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QnMQrZ9ZVlM/TwOmBFvT8CI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ErZyYec3KX0/s200/2011-12-24%2B10.46.48.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8A2ywBseiU/TwOmCRO1iaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/V_s8sNAug9U/s1600/2011-10-02%2B13.46.50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693576911842019746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8A2ywBseiU/TwOmCRO1iaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/V_s8sNAug9U/s200/2011-10-02%2B13.46.50.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1813920207391808280-7878368386575287947?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7878368386575287947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=7878368386575287947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7878368386575287947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7878368386575287947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-farewell-2011-events.html' title='my farewell 2011 events'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu7F24n_ju4/TwLSLAsFNOI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZSVwMN52xYQ/s72-c/2011-07-09%2B15.02.25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-1522678189305390888</id><published>2012-01-03T17:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:12:38.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 already ;))</title><content type='html'>Hurm, I remembered when I was in Form 2, our art teacher did asked us to visualize how the year of 2010 will be looks  like. I was drawing flying cars with the hang traffic light in the sky. And also lifts which can connected between the buildings in the town, not only lift can go down and upstairs. Hihihihihi. And now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 2012! Where are the flying cars? Hihihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..I have so many things to do before 2012 ended last week, so I couldn't find a minute to wrap up my 2011's event ;( Perhaps can be reviewed one by one...ya at least put a note to the sweetest things in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did my mind recharging by going to Krabi &amp;amp; Phuket. It was awesome trip! I still admired the beauty of the coast and the happiness that I went through there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrating my 2 boys' birthday, miqa's first year anniversary &amp;amp; hubby's 30th series age ;) Ya, personally I feel so completed as a woman. Alhamdullilah...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did FIKIS' reunion. Fikis is so special in my life, friendship during our child time. Thanks to Ieyra, K.Ai, Ieja &amp;amp; Syahrul for made it happened.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sweetest momment with my friends - watching movies, karaoke, shopping, horse back riding, Yuna &amp;amp; Reza Salleh Showcase &amp;amp; dancing class. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sweetest momment with my family - Gambang Resort City's outing, balik kg time, get together time with both family me &amp;amp; in laws.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't recall all the smiles of me in 2011, but I believe all the best memories will always be part of who am I... it's make my life something....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I promise to put a dot, full stop dot.. for the bad things were happened in 2011. God Knows better, without intentionally writing them down here ;). I believed whatever happened must have a hidden blessing, we never knows what's God set for us, right? I guess the black momments might give an extra courage to be a better person.... Ya...I guess so... &amp;gt;sigh&amp;lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, for this 2012..I have not set a specific requirement except a pray that me, families &amp;amp; friends will always be in a good bless and enjoying life. Ameen.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Psst: I still hope to get back my 44kg that I lost after getting miqa ;)..hopefully can be achieved by this year...please.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-1522678189305390888?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/1522678189305390888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=1522678189305390888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/1522678189305390888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/1522678189305390888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-already.html' title='2012 already ;))'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-4689594250540740071</id><published>2011-11-25T12:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T00:16:31.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hati..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ade lah sorang hamba Allah ni bercerita pasal hati dengan aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya, It's true when related to heart...hati... macam2 boleh fikir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tkky_P9gTc/Ts8bQJJauKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/9_5HpKNzK0Q/s1600/artistic-heart-shape-thumb6590475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678787619284760738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tkky_P9gTc/Ts8bQJJauKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/9_5HpKNzK0Q/s320/artistic-heart-shape-thumb6590475.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jatuh hati...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soal hati...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makan hati...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinta hati...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patah hati...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kecil hati...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besar hati....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iri hati......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jauh hati... ha, mcm aku la ni tengah jauh hati..ekkekeke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byk lagi lah kan tu belum masuk lagi kalau bab hati batu ke, hati kering ke kan....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi ape jadi kalau orang tu ade perasaan busuk hati or hati busuk? (whichever one la ;p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always pray to Allah to avoid me far away from that feeling... because why? I think people who is busuk hati ni is more evil than people who are killing others. Orang busuk hati ni kalau dah tak suke dengan someone, they dare to do anything ..buat fitnah is one of them! I really don't like people like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mohon jauhkan dari terjebak dengan golongan begini please Allah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1813920207391808280-4689594250540740071?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4689594250540740071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=4689594250540740071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4689594250540740071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4689594250540740071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/11/hati.html' title='hati..'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tkky_P9gTc/Ts8bQJJauKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/9_5HpKNzK0Q/s72-c/artistic-heart-shape-thumb6590475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-3715116146317410521</id><published>2011-10-08T05:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T05:49:00.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in love again!</title><content type='html'>Nak pengsan when Famy showed me her fingers with ' 1, 4, 3'..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dalam hati mimpi ape!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ni mesti terharu la tu aku jage die time sakit ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a wake up call, I means the pain that he suffered is a sign that we still need each other and he always be my 'back up' system.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm swear I will not find somebody like him in my life again....;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See this combination genetic: hahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NYK-VQCKAq4/To9zqeZR2PI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XUiuE7_UR-U/s320/307912_10150313277953920_746773919_8072545_133766380_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660870430178793714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-3715116146317410521?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3715116146317410521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=3715116146317410521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3715116146317410521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3715116146317410521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-love-again.html' title='in love again!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NYK-VQCKAq4/To9zqeZR2PI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XUiuE7_UR-U/s72-c/307912_10150313277953920_746773919_8072545_133766380_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-2583430129545865976</id><published>2011-10-07T16:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T08:24:25.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdullilah for the Test, Allah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lama sungguh x update blog. Besides busy at my workplace! Many unexpected things happened lately ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well.....It's a curve of life...ade atas n ade bawah nye... let's update one by one ;p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Famy had been warded last 2 weeks, admitted due to kidney stone. It was happened in one morning, I've been woke up by Famy, he looks pale and complaint that he had a sharpe pain in his lower back. I became a little worried, never saw he reacted like that..it might be the strongest pain. Well, married him for almost 4 years, it's hard to convince him for medical check up unless it's turning critical. So I decided to bring him to Ampang Putri Hospital. At the hospital, the nurse there recommended Famy to go through CT scan first while waiting for the doctor. We meet one of Urology Specialist there, Dr Mohammad, a very gentle and fatherly doctor...hurm not to forget quite good looking la (sempat kan!), after he saw Famy's CT scan report, he said Famy have around 4mm stone which is stuck inside his urine tube. Dr Mohammad did mentioned we have 2 options here; first-he will give all the related medication and it will takes time for Famy to recover and on the other hand he need to stand for the painful, while second option-is either Famy choose to do minor surgery to remove the stone from his urine tube. This is more effective, it's just the cost is nearly RM10K. Bulp.. (mas kawin aku pun x jejak 10k okkk). But, to me money is nothing compared to the health the one that you loved much, right? Luckily, I've been informed that PMCare manage to cover all the medical and surgery cost! (For the first time, I was thankful to work at TM okkk) hahhahahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We liked 'berkampung' at Ampang Putri nearly 3 days there. And Alhamdulillah everything is fine. It's just Famy have to suffer a bit while taking his past-urea la, a bit bleeding. And the follow up check up will be scheduled next Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ha..while busy with Famy, Miqa's babysitter also had been admitted due to dengue fever. It was happened in the same time OK!!!!! Can imagine bringing this little Diva and at the same time taking care Famy at the hospital? Luckily, my parents willing to come to KL to look after Miqa while I took care his father. I felt like a SUPERMAKK during that time ok! But, it's worthy for the one that priceless in my life ;) Back to Miqa's babysitter, I called her Auntie Rose. She liked a mother to me, and so far she did her job well taking care Miqa :). However looking to her health condition, at the first place, me and Famy decided to find a nursery for a while she is recovering from dengue! Life must goes on what.. unfair for me and Famy to take unpaid leave for this reason. However, I was lucky again coz Auntie Rose's daughther, Subana, a housewife living at Seremban willing to look after Miqa while her mother is sick. Knowing Subana, I believe she will treating Miqa well ;) And so far I can see Miqa is 'behave' there ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well...as for my work still got several campaign to be launched by end of 2011. As usual, I will be busy to handle all the A&amp;amp;P related thingy ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Don't have mood to tell this in detail* ;) Work will never finish! I just need to have balance life! Pity looking some bosses who did not have time to buy his/her own kid a pair of shoes even! hehhehe... Probably, I try my best not to be like that too ;) After experiencing Famy's laying down at hospital, I have this thinking that when you're sick, you only depend on your family to take care of you. Officemates? Bosses? Even a company... the least that they can do is to visit you, to give money collection perhaps.... Ya, company can pay your hospital bill! heheh...But still in terms of spiritual support, you still need your husband or wife or kids or parents....they are all we called family, isn't it? Heheheheh..... Well, this is so true guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Moral of the story, do not ever be like a heart of Mother Teresa at the workplace ok! Hahaahhahaa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Till then. Take Care peeps! Remember to drink plenty of plain water ok! Love your health....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-2583430129545865976?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2583430129545865976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=2583430129545865976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2583430129545865976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2583430129545865976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/10/alhamdullilah-for-test-allah.html' title='Alhamdullilah for the Test, Allah!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-6044568227597066951</id><published>2011-07-19T11:28:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T08:52:52.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th July - Notes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;People make mistake!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I thought I wouldn't have any say about it anymore. Just take the blame, admit mistake &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;say&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sorry.  Sorry seem to be the hardest word ya, I agreed...too many argumentation on &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;however just to let go something that's beyond my control, I have to make it! And not &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to forget, to sacrifice to someone's that most important in my life...... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would like to quote &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;one of my friend's words "If there's a room to improve...go and get it" (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;bunyinye lebih kurang &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;gitu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ar)..and I try my best to make everything places like before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Birthday Ibu! 19th July 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm a mother's girl..still until now.. I love my mom more than everything. To left her after marriage was really hurting me deeply! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ibu...Happy Birthday, May you have best in life... always pray for your healthy, wealthy &amp;amp; happiness...ameen.. You're the most fabulous mother in the world! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-6044568227597066951?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6044568227597066951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=6044568227597066951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6044568227597066951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6044568227597066951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/07/19th-july-notes.html' title='19th July - Notes!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-6682981993991690085</id><published>2011-07-10T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T02:13:37.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bunch of smile for my birthday boys</title><content type='html'>Today...we celebrating famy's n miqa's birthday in a shot! hehehehhe.. Famy turns 30 already and my little son turns 1.. how fast time flies ya! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered when I was knowing famy, he was 24, that time was in 2005 ;D... now hubby was at the edge of 3 series! I did asked him how he feel turning into 30? he smiled and said "tua already" but feel completed.... hehehhehhe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wondering how am I feel if I'll be turning into 30? Arggg age is just a number right..... the most important is your heart.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To hubby happy birthday sayang...you are still the best man in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-6682981993991690085?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6682981993991690085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=6682981993991690085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6682981993991690085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6682981993991690085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/07/bunch-of-smile-for-my-birthday-boys.html' title='a bunch of smile for my birthday boys'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-401816988733538643</id><published>2011-06-07T11:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T12:03:29.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how's life treating you...</title><content type='html'>I'm facing the symptom of mood swing lately ni. Ya, for me I just want to lay down and forget about my troubles! But, it's still can covered by a smile :) Think so!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about how's life treating you is like you are asking on God's fated kan? As a believer, what should I do it's just keep praying for a good one and just follow the flow without any complaining la kan? *sigh* Tulah cakap senang nk implement? Aishhh.... ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm turning 28.. what else I'm asking for? I have a cute little boy, becoming a mummy, also have own career with a fix salary....but am I happy enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahhahaha inilah manusia x penah puas &amp;amp; bersyukur!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 204, 204); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;God, make me a channel of your energy and help me understand. I thank you God for giving me another day, another unused opportunity to do it right. Keep us all close to you and listen to our prayers.Amen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-401816988733538643?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/401816988733538643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=401816988733538643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/401816988733538643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/401816988733538643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-facing-symptom-of-mood-swing-lately.html' title='how&apos;s life treating you...'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-3440614438873414593</id><published>2011-06-02T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T14:41:08.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mesin masa!</title><content type='html'>Ade mesin masa?&lt;div&gt;Nk pinjam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nak patah balik masa umur 23 tahun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-3440614438873414593?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3440614438873414593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=3440614438873414593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3440614438873414593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3440614438873414593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/06/mesin-masa.html' title='mesin masa!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-6431096540115398822</id><published>2011-05-09T08:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T09:02:43.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Mothers Day...</title><content type='html'>Happy Mothers Day... yippie!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mother is a mother still....the holiest thing alive.. thanks to my superb mother, Puan Sharipah Haji Wahit for the love and all sacrifices raising a child named Me. And also special thanks to mom-in-laws, Puan Norliza Mohd Yunus for the helps and a piece of understanding ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunties who always be like a mother to me...wish you be blessed ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first mothers day celebration is awesome. I get a smile from miqa early in the morning. It's just enough for me... Like I told myself before, becoming a mother..giving a birth and raising another precious human being changing you as nothing as can. I guess I told many times my experiences with miqa in  the previous posts...;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To miqa dearest, you always be my darling ya. Always pray you will be in a good one even in everything and anything. I'm sorry if I'm not be a good enough mummy to you but believe me you are everything in my life..love u always! mmmuaaaxxxxx....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pst: very happy when got call from ibu yesterday saying she likes my roses very much! for mama i bought a flower from Pureseed. so lovely one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-6431096540115398822?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6431096540115398822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=6431096540115398822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6431096540115398822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6431096540115398822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-first-mothers-day.html' title='My First Mothers Day...'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-4537654562822108577</id><published>2011-05-03T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T15:09:59.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miqa oooo miqa...</title><content type='html'>I never had a brother...&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never stay with boy siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...I don't really know how the feeling of fighting with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only men that I used to stay with were ayah &amp;amp; hubby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course they don't ever did violence towards me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even I don't get any 'lebam' from ayah when he scolded me during my childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I stay with this little boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see what did I get.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-akHTPGs1ZRw/Tb-qEwYesgI/AAAAAAAAATA/bKjN_WDz-VM/s320/03052011.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602383460155961858" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfCkMTsO6R4/Tb-qFKtrFKI/AAAAAAAAATI/rz5aKdUG0Hw/s320/03052011%2528001%2529.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602383467224175778" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qr8u7sHFr80/Tb-qGNpeVpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7ZLPxvEZi3I/s320/untitled.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602383485191739026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he always be my darling forever la! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-4537654562822108577?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4537654562822108577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=4537654562822108577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4537654562822108577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4537654562822108577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/05/miqa-oooo-miqa.html' title='miqa oooo miqa...'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-akHTPGs1ZRw/Tb-qEwYesgI/AAAAAAAAATA/bKjN_WDz-VM/s72-c/03052011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-7060953907328815209</id><published>2011-04-20T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T15:24:40.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf!</title><content type='html'>sengal tau! nyampah pun ade!&lt;div&gt;ape nk jadi la dgn ko ni!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;itu x kene, ini  x kene...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asyik nk buat aku mrh je la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;penat tau...letih tau!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bole tak lps ni ko behave sikit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jgnla asyik nk semak kn kepala otak aku!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ko ingat ko punye perangai tu cantik?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ko ingat ko cantik sgt nk buat org mcm xde prasaan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cantik cantik ko..ko da tua!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;org tua lame2 berkarat jugak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brg lame kate org kalau ade antiknye bole letak kat muzium!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;antik ko aku rase letak kat umah org tua2 je la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least ko susahkan org2 yg mmg dah dibayar gaji utk disusahkan ko!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku? aku x penah dibayar sesen utk ko susah kan ok! tolong lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;menyampah tau tak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meluat sbrnye tgk ko!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bole blah lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;note: this is one of my hatred post monologue! geram !@#$%^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;*(())&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-7060953907328815209?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7060953907328815209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=7060953907328815209' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7060953907328815209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7060953907328815209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/04/wtf.html' title='wtf!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-3305588907446713012</id><published>2011-04-19T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T11:31:27.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia....;D</title><content type='html'>You put a smile to my face&lt;div&gt;And you make me never want to leave the place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dancing when we were younger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughing til we cried gossiping others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having fun and sharing stories once having one free time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We always have a good time...i guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always wishing we could stay longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we can sing one last rhyme with a happy 'sayonara' wish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be always here to talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know you know that's so true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I can never really understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why people do things to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're still a friend that makes me always smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But mostly you're friend that makes my life worthwhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;end~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: Just to talk to someone in the past life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-3305588907446713012?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3305588907446713012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=3305588907446713012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3305588907446713012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3305588907446713012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/04/nostalgiad.html' title='nostalgia....;D'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-693731854281753436</id><published>2011-04-16T06:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T06:44:49.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to handle a situation is not that easy ya!</title><content type='html'>I think I am potential to be a grumpy mummy. Hahahahaha...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason to believe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along this week, I have to settle many many things before my boss going for 2 weeks vacation, plus lots of campaigns expected to roll out in the same date! Can imagine how I work like a hell? But of course doing fun things except for having lunch meeting with all these big bosses. Can imagine how feeling of being scolded while you are enjoying your nasi ayam in the meeting table???? haa.. i did it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the stress is there....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I came back home, I'm just tired I guess. And sometimes when you are tired, you just need to let loose or something to cheer u up and as much as my little miqa doing his 'diva' thingy is also making me more tired than I already am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just imagine when I was about to make him sleeping, he will like 'merengek2' and 'melentik2 kan badan' tulah like I said like a diva. He knows he will get anything from his mummy and papa because again he knows he is the only 'darling' in the family kan! My level of patience was reaching the red color and spontaneously I was like yelling" EEEIIIIIII BUDAK KECIK BOLE TIDO TAK" of course not in the soft motherly tone ok!!!! The tone was like you are fighting with other woman who taking your husband! hahahhahaha. And little miqa?? poor baby....  He crying and crying with his highest volume,  perhaps a bit shocking when hearing and looking his mummy changing into a monster! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hubby, who was watching TV at living room quickly  get us inside the bedroom, and Thank God he understands by looking of my tired eyes, he took miqa and calm him down and again this little 'diva' refuses to sleep with his papa. Tulah bila nak main cari papa, nak tido? dengan mummy juga. The spirit of motherly suddenly came while I looked at the pity face of little miqa, buat muke kesian minta mummy die tidokan... and I said to him 'Kalau nak mummy tido kan jgn buat perangai OK' and he liked understand what am I talking about. After a few minutes, he already asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes wondering how those career woman who haven't hiring a maid controlling their kids. Not only 2, but 4 or 5 kids in the house????? Haiya aku yg sorang ni pun nak handle payah! Perhaps that is why Allah gifted me this precious gift a bit late! Rupanya aku x ready lg! Naisss.. what a bad mother I am :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have to confess, when having a kid, you will give everything.... I am not a patient person ya, now slowly I manage to control this! hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Thank God, he is sleeping and I have few moment to gather my thoughts and pull myself into a good track! I should also Thank God again for giving me a understanding husband (just to a par  for a time being la:p)....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next agenda? It is Saturday now and I shall starting to complete a week of laundry, hurriedly prepare eaten breakfast miqa &amp;amp; his papa, constant sweeping &amp;amp; mopping, picking up miqa's milky bottle for sterilized,  what else? bla...bla..bla...*sigh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sense that nothing is ever as well organized as I want it to be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am still happy and thankful of life...isn't it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-693731854281753436?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/693731854281753436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=693731854281753436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/693731854281753436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/693731854281753436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-handle-situation-is-not-that-easy-ya.html' title='to handle a situation is not that easy ya!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-1915247055785046107</id><published>2011-04-15T14:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T14:24:30.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make up can be cheated</title><content type='html'>hahahhaha....&lt;div&gt;I love make up thingy! I do love to see beautiful ladies with their make up! It's looks perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See...it can cheat you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before &amp;amp; after make up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B5bb5rid724/TafhJwt-ZrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/UvTOeZmY69w/s320/make%2Bup.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 99px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595688619843937970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually nk citer sbrnya I like to telek my wedding reception picture sbb x nampak jerawat, jeragat smua .... hahhahhaa....  looks perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi semua tu fake je la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yang kekal dalam hati ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cewah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-1915247055785046107?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/1915247055785046107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=1915247055785046107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/1915247055785046107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/1915247055785046107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/04/make-up-can-be-cheating.html' title='make up can be cheated'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B5bb5rid724/TafhJwt-ZrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/UvTOeZmY69w/s72-c/make%2Bup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-4818420232749298425</id><published>2011-03-08T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T18:57:48.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love this movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rXlg6SHyx0w/TXit-IUC4UI/AAAAAAAAASY/U91pO7G_Kw4/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582403021020782914" style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rXlg6SHyx0w/TXit-IUC4UI/AAAAAAAAASY/U91pO7G_Kw4/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya, generallyI not kinda person yang sgt suka epic movie! I love romantic comedy genre more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when I watched this movie, produced by local production I was so proud and suka pulak this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started when I got this special invitation frm KRU studio through Kak Em, one of the AGM at Brand team. I really want to watch this movie after seeing the trailer at youtube &amp;amp; FB couple a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5tIq3czr6o/TXit-kmbq_I/AAAAAAAAASo/4bkCoglvx5c/s1600/76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582403028614097906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5tIq3czr6o/TXit-kmbq_I/AAAAAAAAASo/4bkCoglvx5c/s320/76.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jEphX1WjlPc/TXit-wtlhpI/AAAAAAAAASw/O0TNWi9DX2c/s1600/78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582403031865329298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jEphX1WjlPc/TXit-wtlhpI/AAAAAAAAASw/O0TNWi9DX2c/s320/78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for me it was not dissapointed! Bangga tau bile tau ade juga anak muda kite bole buat filem sama taraf Hollywood. Ok fine, my friend said RM8 billion for Merong Mahawangsa is just celah gigi je dekat Hollywood. To me, it's true JANGANLAH COMPARE kan dengan filem Hollywood sbb budget dieorg to produce such an epic film cecah puluh2 billion! Pernah tgk Ong Bak? Ha.. ya, taraf mcm filem Thailand la. Tapi upppp sket! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okla, synopsisnye:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(copy paste frm &lt;a href="http://www.krustudios.com/Merong_Mahawangsa"&gt;http://www.krustudios.com/Merong_Mahawangsa&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The year is 120 AD… a time when the Roman Empire is at the height of its power, during the reign of Hadrian – one of the Five Good Emperors. Meanwhile in China, the Han Dynasty is firmly cemented as the ruling empire and is expanding into Central Asia… one hundred years before the period of the Three Kingdoms. As the Roman fleet did their repairs and traded in Goa, they asked Merong Mahawangsa to escort a Roman prince to Southeast Asia, to wed a beautiful Chinese princess from the Han Dynasty. The Chinese princess and the Roman prince are supposed to meet halfway and be married on neutral grounds.&lt;br /&gt;However, the pirate nation of Geruda had other plans. They decided to kidnap the Chinese princess and use her as ransom. En route to the Straits of Melaka, Merong Mahawangsa’s fleet was attacked by Geruda’s forces while stopping at a small island to replenish supplies.&lt;br /&gt;Will Merong Mahawangsa be able to rescue the Princess and re-unite her with her betrothed in a marriage that is set to bring together two great civilizations from the East and West ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oe4Tt0pG8Q4/TXit-WKSJmI/AAAAAAAAASg/Vu3MsPAsYO4/s1600/66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582403024737936994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oe4Tt0pG8Q4/TXit-WKSJmI/AAAAAAAAASg/Vu3MsPAsYO4/s320/66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okla, aku sum kan pendapat aku tentang this movie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sinematografi mengancam and ini buat aku selera nk menonton filem ni smpai habis : e.g: bile perang dekat laut, air laut biru cantikk...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stephen Rahman &amp;amp; Khir Rahman did a good job! Aku suke Umi Nazeera punye expression jugak!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tak sangka la Malaysia buat filem mcm ni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hurm, cuma aku rase filem ni mcm campuran tgk Pirate of Carribean &amp;amp; Alexander the Great..tp xpela yg penting still nmpk acuan sendiri bila ade watak &amp;amp; unsur Geruda, kumpulan lanun jahat tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rate: 4 1/2 (worth for local epic film) :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recommended you all pegila tgk wei.. SUPPORT SIKIT INDUSTRI PERFILEMAN TEMPATAN!&lt;/p&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/1813920207391808280-4818420232749298425?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4818420232749298425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=4818420232749298425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4818420232749298425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4818420232749298425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/03/hikayat-merong-mahawangsa.html' title='Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rXlg6SHyx0w/TXit-IUC4UI/AAAAAAAAASY/U91pO7G_Kw4/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-5185533188535676345</id><published>2011-03-01T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:46:13.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>career woman yes, committed yes, workaholic no!!</title><content type='html'>I can consider myself as a career woman, but I'm not a workaholic type!teeehaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still listing miqa &amp;amp; hubby in my top rank, if it's clash with the work commitment that I have to handle it. Example: if miqa having high fever during the day I have event, I can buat muke toya to my boss asking for EL. Which I think a maniac career woman will not do that. Perhaps they will send the kid to clinic and asking maid to look after the kid as they need to attend important event.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have my own space with friends, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(though nowadays, it is not be so often;p)&lt;/span&gt;. At least I still can enjoy teh tarik and gossiping after office time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;To whom it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be go back late from office 'selalu', it is becos of the work commitment of my job scope which tight to the dateline and conducting event management without following the office hours most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's correct the first sentence up there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can consider myself as a career woman, but I'm not a workaholic type!&lt;br /&gt;However I want to deliver all the tasks as what had been assigned to me due to the 'amanah'  given. In other words, I'm a committed person la kan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's retype:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can consider myself as a career woman, but I'm not a workaholic type!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a committed person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;entry to depend diri sendiri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;psst://Thanks to mr hubby for the understanding. pls continue backing me ya..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-5185533188535676345?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5185533188535676345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=5185533188535676345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5185533188535676345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5185533188535676345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/03/career-woman-yes-committed-yes.html' title='career woman yes, committed yes, workaholic no!!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-7119770748569139432</id><published>2011-01-31T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:10:20.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends are born, not made!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;"Love is temporary...but friends are forever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;We used to be together in the past journey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;used to laugh, cry and panic in the same environment and time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;you always in my heart......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TUbeylD13XI/AAAAAAAAARs/wbhkfxP0W2s/s320/P1300038.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568382949813247346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-7119770748569139432?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7119770748569139432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=7119770748569139432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7119770748569139432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7119770748569139432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/01/friends-are-born-not-made.html' title='friends are born, not made!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TUbeylD13XI/AAAAAAAAARs/wbhkfxP0W2s/s72-c/P1300038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-5182522514302305203</id><published>2011-01-25T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T14:44:45.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku nak.....</title><content type='html'>aku nk lari tp x tau ke mane...&lt;br /&gt;aku nk jerit tp suara disekat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku nk marah tp x tau nk marah dgn siape..&lt;br /&gt;aku nk menangis tp air mata x nak  keluar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku nk terbang bebas mcm burung tp xde sayap...&lt;br /&gt;aku nk berenang riang mcm ikan lumba2 tu tp x pndai....;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku nk aje mati tp ajal x tibe lg...&lt;br /&gt;lgpun mati x selesai masalah kan... masalah lain pula menanti aku dlm kubur sane aderla kan ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xpelaa aku masih waras...&lt;br /&gt;let's go through all this painful slowly..&lt;br /&gt;lame2 OK la tu kan......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*entry nk menyedapkan hati namenye ni*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-5182522514302305203?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5182522514302305203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=5182522514302305203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5182522514302305203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5182522514302305203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/01/aku-nak.html' title='aku nak.....'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-8866187929181364513</id><published>2011-01-17T17:05:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T01:18:05.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first horseback riding....</title><content type='html'>Last December, when Gya approached me either interested to join her for a horseback riding during her birthday, I immediately said OK. The reason is I wanted to do something to experience the outdoor in a different way, plus I also need some breath after get busy by the office matters! I just need a break and fun for a while :) So why not kan alang2 release tension dapat temankan member celebrate birthday kan!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the feeling that this xtvt will be dangerous and very tricking at the first place! After a while and experienced by myself, from the rhythmic motion of the horse movement, it's a wonderful feeling to have. I have no troubles clouding my mind and I feel free and alive. Ya, it's a magic when I can feel the bonding after I touched it. Ceewahh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's view the full xtvt here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.00 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Gya had a breakfast at my living area. Gya had roti kosong and roti cheese for myself. Enough to get the energy for the entire horseback riding... ya we guess so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.20 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived to the horse trail at Berjaya Times Square, Bukit Tinggi. Registered there and paid the fees RM180 for 2 hours riding. I can't remember the Indian instructor's name. But he had showed us the basic of this xtvt, the taboos while riding the horse, do's and don'ts and bla bla.. bla.. We also had been introduced to Vince, our guide boy! He did a great job! Managed to handle equestrian amateur  like us! huhuhuhu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TTRs0nOYuaI/AAAAAAAAAP0/DSdPcUPyho8/s320/P1120639.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563191090847725986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st challenge was we need to ride along the forest with a very narrow passage. Huhuhu.. nak tergelak rasenye bile muka aku asyik tersangkut kat tumbuhan yg menjalar sepanjang laluan hutan tu. Gya also experienced the same thing. This time around, my horse named Chester asyik trot je kejenye. When he did that I feel like a cowgirl! Yeeha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However Gya's horse named Midnight was so behave and benign.. and we guessed that Midnight doesn't like Chester due to her reaction when Chester wanted to approach her. I think Chester is a naughty and cheeky horse lah sbb bile Chester nampak Midnight at the first place die dah try mengusik! Terpanik kejap bile tgk Chester mcm nk terkam Midnight padahal me and Gya were  already at their back! Kalaulah terpelanting nie......haruuu je....;)&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TTRs1Kag-uI/AAAAAAAAAP8/daW9VbtNJjk/s320/P1120610.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563191100293839586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TTRs1WRHzpI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xUtlRUA_aLA/s320/P1120627.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563191103475666578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TTRs1lCOZ-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/IJ5z7VgCVdQ/s320/P1120611.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563191107439716322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TTRs2NiWFEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4v0Nvrk5zEk/s320/P1120626.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563191118311855170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Vince did a great job!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd challenge was to ride along the hill there. Bayangkan kuda mendaki bukit! Alangkah kite yg naik bukit dah termengah inikan kuda yang bawa orang lagi kt blkg tu! I think this a very thrill part! But at the end I can see the beautiful scenery at the top of the mountain. It's a climb. Kate Miley Cyrus ;) Can you imagine watching a beautiful scenery while having horseback riding? Wah mcm kat overseas gitu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the last part when we have to go back to the trail camp. This time round relax sikit. Rase romantik pun ade. I guarantee if you all tgh sakan bercinte baik heret pasangan anda try horseback riding kat sini. Loving habis lah! huhuhu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.00 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished everything. It's time to say goodbye to Chester &amp;amp; Midgnight..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.00 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After horseback riding at Bukit Tinggi, we planned to have our lunch at Bubba Shrimp, The Curve.  It's so yummy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TTRz1f91lwI/AAAAAAAAARM/qQVq_PdcpMQ/s320/P1120673.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563198802660529922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TTRyyocJahI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QjkifF6cjaQ/s320/P1120682.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563197653883906578" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TTRyzPE2yvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/f5JoGfJoB1k/s320/P1120684.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563197664255199986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TTRzEdvPpmI/AAAAAAAAARE/P1BMGgBlPvQ/s320/P1120691.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563197960248862306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TTRyyZxAaBI/AAAAAAAAAQs/8ol1zNreeJg/s320/P1120685.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563197649944864786" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TTRyxzWPz7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/5AEONj_20yA/s320/P1120679.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563197639632080818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ice cream for a birthday girl, made by Farhan, friendly waiter there ;p &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.00 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch, I decided to get full body massage at Urban Retreat, The Curve and had heret Gya also to join the massage as her birthday gift.... hehehhee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.30 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sent Gya back to office to get her car there and immediately fetch Miqa from his Nanny's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall....this had made my day..... a thing that I will remember forever....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Gya for making this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also special thanks for mr hubby for allowing me to do this! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: Lupe nk bgtau, boleh tak after horseback riding, we feel very thirsty and get ourselves  fresh orange juice at Tropciale Colmar.... I met my cousin who are working there and she gave us free drink! Alhamdulillah rezeki birthday girl kan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TTR5cZaC-bI/AAAAAAAAARU/y57GgKyb1gg/s320/P1120672.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563204968472836530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-8866187929181364513?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/8866187929181364513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=8866187929181364513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/8866187929181364513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/8866187929181364513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-first-horseback-riding.html' title='my first horseback riding....'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TTRs0nOYuaI/AAAAAAAAAP0/DSdPcUPyho8/s72-c/P1120639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-6719695565962410821</id><published>2011-01-11T05:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T08:24:48.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my back pain....</title><content type='html'>I think lately ni my sakit blkg mnjdi2. Some ppl said it's bacause of the epidural tht I consumed when I was to deliver miqael! But I dont want to block my mental and hv this 'negative' perception of epidural as it already 80% ease my painful during tht time ;p&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or perhaps of my obsession towards wearing the heels? Ok....will slowly kurangkn pkai heels la ek ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will plan to have massage when I get my riding horse tomorrow la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-6719695565962410821?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6719695565962410821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=6719695565962410821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6719695565962410821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6719695565962410821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-painful-back.html' title='my back pain....'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-5049828855606763406</id><published>2010-12-29T21:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T22:34:09.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 resolutions..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As we draw to the end of 2010,I find myself quit satisfy when I had miqa and my own house. :) Thanks Allah for the gifts and feeling to feel happy and...bahagia....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 also make myself a bit stronger after gone through several obstacles in marriage, career and friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okla let's not talk about the past *deep breath*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have 5 2011resolutions to be completed. Try to give a shoot ya ....bang bang ;0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lose weight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my weight after delivered is 49kg... Have to reduce 5 more kg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Aerodance class a week, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Go to work by lrt (so that I can walk more and more)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Using stairs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enjoy life to the fullest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through out 2010, I was busy in getting baby, pregnancy &amp;amp; confinement time..so I decided to get mental &amp;amp; physical therapy for 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Organize holiday: Krabi, Bali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Massage twice a year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Watching life band/showcase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Reciting at least 1 page of Al Quran after solat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spend time with Miqa and Hubby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My job scope most of the time did not allow me to do this, however I will try my best to balance this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Forcing Hubby to follow in any of my social xtvt (e.g. join trip to Bali, join watching showcase etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Allocating every weekend with miqa and sleep with him every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Go back to kampung every month and spend at least twice a week at mom-in-laws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Conducting reunion for FIKI'S&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIKI'S stand for fara.ieyra.kak ai.ieja.syahrul. We were close friend during school time and I really wish this reunion will be happened next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Will personally call/sme them to organize this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spend less, Save more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will try my best on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Additional 10k a year in my ASB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Open a saving account/sspn for miqa&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Avoiding to lepak at shopping complex ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itu ajela my 2011 resolutions. Mmg akan kene gelakkan je la tp that's only ME who know myself well.... Aku aje tau berape limit and kapasiti aku kan? so peduli je la org nk kate ape kan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku kn jenis bantaii n blasah ikut cara aku kan....hikhikhikhik....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ops: xnak bgtau tp nk tulis jugak tahun ni I had lost a friend....just take care urself in whtver u face...and hope everything that you wish will become true...ameen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-5049828855606763406?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5049828855606763406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=5049828855606763406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5049828855606763406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5049828855606763406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011-resolutions.html' title='2011 resolutions..'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-8894798516744717887</id><published>2010-12-24T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T14:52:39.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>balance life?</title><content type='html'>My dance teacher, Noverm sms'ed' me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi sayang....where have you been? Didn't turn up to my class last week, today we got class, don't forget..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied:&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orry Noverm..I was super duper busy lately, got an event during weekend and somemore my father not feeling well so I have to balik kg on Friday. But most of the reasons why I cannot attend class is because I got meeting during the class time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noverm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wah, you are workholic! Cannot even take a break and attend my class??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry Noverm, perhaps you can exclude me for a time-being :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noverm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey I initiate one class to a busy people who cannot come after work like you, you want to join?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aerodance every wed, 7.15 am- 8.00 am. If you're interested, kindly get d payment done by 2day as I need d confirmation of headcount done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeayyyy...pls count me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noverm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay! Dun just bz w work. Balance healthy lifestyle yang penting. Sweet girl like u nanti stress sampai tak cantik how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the last statement.....:)&lt;br /&gt;Not because she said me sweet girl ok!!&lt;br /&gt;But It's so true.........&lt;br /&gt;In life we should be balance....&lt;br /&gt;When I look at to my sicked ayah...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder..end up sekeras mane yang kite keje bile kite sakit, family kite sendiri akan bertungkus lumus menjage kite! Bukan boss kite...not event our staff...company? setakat buat collection je la kalau kite meninggal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-8894798516744717887?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/8894798516744717887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=8894798516744717887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/8894798516744717887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/8894798516744717887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2010/12/balance-life.html' title='balance life?'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-5148188118639011284</id><published>2010-12-20T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:51:17.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Terselak pic gmbr2 sekolah dulu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back on all that's happened..growing up, growing together, changing you, changing me -- there were times when we dreamed together, when we laughed and cried together. As I look back on those days, I realize how much I truly miss you . The past may be gone forever..and whatever the future holds, our todays make the memories of tomorrow. So, my lifetime friend, it is with all my heart that I send you my love, hoping that you'll always carry my smile with you, for all we have meant to each other and for whatever the future may hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rindu zaman itu.....Dan kalau diberi peluang untuk aku pegi balik zaman tu, byk bende aku nk betulkan! hahahahahahahah.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-5148188118639011284?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5148188118639011284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=5148188118639011284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5148188118639011284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5148188118639011284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2010/12/terselak-pic-gmbr2-sekolah-dulu.html' title=''/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-8650288296111307347</id><published>2010-12-09T23:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T01:13:00.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cycle of life</title><content type='html'>I think I had pass the 2nd phase of my life after I had Miqa .....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurm... see the picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our first date, the photo taken on 4th August 2006. No love during this time ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TQDyruIMtZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eShOuk20cQM/s320/PICT0180.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548701573851166098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After knowing mohd fahmie idzul around a month, I can feel the chemistry..we started flirting and move to our next step, be more serious after he got job at Terengganu. I didn't have any hope on him....ya serious! But I know he the only man that I can trust on that time.....and fully love me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After couple of years be dating, he proposed me via my mother and I agreed on that.. we got married!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TQD2QMTjWaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bMXMDDqmZ68/s320/40868_448308767041_748002041_5143781_1197412_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548705498962024866" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TQD2Qwx0yhI/AAAAAAAAAO4/5O2rz4hutPE/s320/IMG_1194.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548705508752673298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few pics of honeymoon to flash the memory back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TQOsm1_TxjI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/R8Ks_NYbXKI/s200/n746773919_1515302_581991.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549468949178205746" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TQOsmp_h1GI/AAAAAAAAAPI/8SPIk5GTVp8/s200/n746773919_1515294_2345818.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549468945957901410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and....after almost 2 years......Doc said I was pregnant! What else can I say...... Speechless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antara ready or not..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see my preggy picture! I was so ugly during this time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TQD3c9xW-yI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qwbQmpxnN9A/s200/P1090091.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548706817910438690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 months and half after that...miqa was born with only 2.7kg.. he was just a little boy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and believe me, the first moment I saw him...it was like love at the first sight.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TQOuhMbzWnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Cno1MKCXPh8/s320/PC080579.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549471051147336306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TQOugm74VwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/g-J-rGLaTnU/s320/PC080577.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549471041081333506" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TQOugJTWJTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7WNHwJbmHLY/s320/PC080576.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549471033126692146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm waiting for my 3rd phase of life....4th phase...5th phase....6th phase....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's full of surprise right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprise on what happen if miqa in school already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what happen if miqa have adik in 4,5 years later?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what happen to me? my physical appearance? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;trust me...i will put many many effort if my size becoming XL! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what will be in 4,5,6 years frm now on..................???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-8650288296111307347?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/8650288296111307347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=8650288296111307347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/8650288296111307347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/8650288296111307347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2010/12/cycle-of-life.html' title='the cycle of life'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TQDyruIMtZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eShOuk20cQM/s72-c/PICT0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-2729882101857001575</id><published>2010-12-08T22:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:01:38.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did my battery recharging!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TP-a22abi5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DXC0R7qrrqY/s1600/PC060531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TP-a22abi5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DXC0R7qrrqY/s320/PC060531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548323533053725586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TP-a2ggkcRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/THthCVQKyz4/s1600/PC060555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TP-a2ggkcRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/THthCVQKyz4/s320/PC060555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548323527173894418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TP-a2JtDD1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/I0RzxlsbIeI/s1600/PC070571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TP-a2JtDD1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/I0RzxlsbIeI/s320/PC070571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548323521052217170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TP-a1ujvCfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xXkKPNhl-DY/s1600/PC060500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TP-a1ujvCfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xXkKPNhl-DY/s320/PC060500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548323513765399026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TP-a1DfyQ2I/AAAAAAAAANw/hge3ue0iK_8/s1600/PC060504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TP-a1DfyQ2I/AAAAAAAAANw/hge3ue0iK_8/s320/PC060504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548323502206108514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TP-YmnZJU7I/AAAAAAAAANo/rX0FU9EQPZM/s1600/PC050445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TP-YmnZJU7I/AAAAAAAAANo/rX0FU9EQPZM/s320/PC050445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548321055120642994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some said...the only way to recharge your mind is going to holiday....&lt;div&gt;I did it......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was so so awesome....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the land of Tha-Lang...;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TP-YklbtbTI/AAAAAAAAANI/H4ag9nFzNUs/s320/PC040397.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548321020234788146" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TP-YlB5NkMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Ea5CDVZ4YpA/s320/PC040415.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548321027874721986" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TP-YlWE_hWI/AAAAAAAAANY/G71AtBAl218/s320/PC040426.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548321033292842338" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TP-YmHXO4bI/AAAAAAAAANg/uCGjbO6msUk/s320/PC040439.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548321046522683826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-2729882101857001575?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2729882101857001575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=2729882101857001575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2729882101857001575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2729882101857001575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2010/12/did-my-battery-recharging.html' title='did my battery recharging!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TP-a22abi5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DXC0R7qrrqY/s72-c/PC060531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-1362606323355456535</id><published>2010-11-29T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:41:32.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>money can buy everything?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love shopping. I love buying handbags, shoes, make up and not to forget baby thingy as well. Huhuhu...sometimes hubby said 'no, we doesn't need romper for miqa' [example]..I still refuse to buy jugak. But, I'm not a pro-branded person, sometimes yes! Depend la. If watch I prefer to have a branded and quality one. Depend... Tapi Basically I love shopping!&lt;br /&gt;Always thought that how best if  I could buy anything I want. How best if I'm coming from richest clan in the world! Or how best if suddenly someone willing to give me 10000 billion ke kan, which I can live without working everyday. hahahhahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I have the sense that money can buy anything, ya I mean if you have money you can buy anything you like right? Name it...BMW? LV handbag? Coach? Holiday to Paris? Cruise around world?...These can create exciting, amusement and happiness right? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when I read this quote that I found from a website, I wonder ya....there are also things that money couldn't buy...... so sad right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Money can buy a house &lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;but not home .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Money can buy food &lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;but not appetite .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Money can buy a bed &lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;but not sleep . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Money can buy a book &lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;but not knowledge .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money can buy a clock &lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;but not time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money can buy medicine &lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;but not health . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Money can buy position &lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;but not respect . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Money can buy blood &lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;but not life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Money can buy sex &lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;but not love .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money can buy insurance&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt; but not safety . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.citycyber.com/mayyen/midi/unknow1.mid" autostart="true" loop="true" controls="smallconsole" width="0" height="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;MONEY CAN'T BUY             EVERYTHING. A HUMAN'S DETERMINATION CAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff8000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pstt: Money can buy sex, but not love? Teringat prosti****... ya, so true right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-1362606323355456535?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/1362606323355456535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=1362606323355456535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/1362606323355456535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/1362606323355456535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2010/11/money-can-buy-everything.html' title='money can buy everything?'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-4834961969077909308</id><published>2010-11-23T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T16:04:12.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.40 am notes!</title><content type='html'>Life is weird...It's weird.. sometimes you feel happy, sometimes you feel sad...it's makes your path up &amp;amp; down..mcm roda!&lt;div&gt;I am experiencing too in my own little life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When happiness comes, I will smile dgn hati yang puassssss and lega......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when sadness comes, it will draw me closer to Allah..asking solution for the sadness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's make sense right? What a pathetic of me. I'm just a tiny forgetful Allah's Slave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are few things that I want to change if I've be given the opportunity to change my history.. ya.. actually many things! Example..... hurm....argh... should not tell here right... I prefer to keep it for my own ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But trust me...you will learn from it..learn from life is better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*merapu pukul 2.40 am sbb x bole tido! bole?*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-4834961969077909308?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4834961969077909308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=4834961969077909308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4834961969077909308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4834961969077909308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2010/11/240-am-notes.html' title='2.40 am notes!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-7577674991088931318</id><published>2010-11-11T18:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T18:48:42.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a piece of today life..</title><content type='html'>Everything looks ok at home. Miqa always make me smile with his keletah! Papa miqa too.. doing well with his blackberry, laptop, sport channel &amp;amp; white T-shirt pagoda at home ;-p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one is not ok of course at my workplace. I'm a little bit tired. For the whole week I have to stay back until 9.00 to 10.00 pm! Hurm...what else can I say when you already minat with the work and it is your own periuk nasi kan... Xnak la citer byk2 psl keje... It's still under control ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jom tgk pics miqa pg td.. he's so naughty when I didnt want to take him out from his playpan.&lt;br /&gt;Ops...nak update jugak last week, miqa jatuh gedebuk from my bed while I'm getting my office attire in the next room, papa miqa on that time was terlelap tiba2 after main cak2 dgn miqa (bole?)&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I dont want to get him out from his bed while I'm getting ready to go to office pagi2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TNvGd7l5ZsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z3hnw9tw4hs/s1600/PA070558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TNvGd7l5ZsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z3hnw9tw4hs/s320/PA070558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538238384297305794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;miqa w his cousin, emil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TNvGemNUzeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/XMU4AO4QE0s/s1600/PB070357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TNvGemNUzeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/XMU4AO4QE0s/s320/PB070357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538238395736968674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;miqa w his new car, bought by tok ayah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TNvGfL6YwXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-AO28vKW5zM/s1600/PB110359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TNvGfL6YwXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-AO28vKW5zM/s320/PB110359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538238405858083186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;miqa bile x suke lame2 dlm playpan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TNvGf7yLr-I/AAAAAAAAANA/mMsIb_mn7s4/s1600/PB110364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TNvGf7yLr-I/AAAAAAAAANA/mMsIb_mn7s4/s320/PB110364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538238418708574178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n he started crying...mummy get me out! get me out! helppppppppp...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-7577674991088931318?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7577674991088931318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=7577674991088931318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7577674991088931318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7577674991088931318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2010/11/piece-of-today-life.html' title='a piece of today life..'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TNvGd7l5ZsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z3hnw9tw4hs/s72-c/PA070558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-3154101775412750501</id><published>2010-11-03T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:11:33.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.............</title><content type='html'>You're texted her to convey your appreciation for the claim.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're texted her to wish happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok for that, in fact I'm happy that you are wishing your friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're texted her to say that you are in MC&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok because she is the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're texted her asking for belanja makan &amp;amp; thanks for keep her birthday cake for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you call her - 'mummy' in the text (of course in your friendly tone)....I'm in doubt..... and a little bit geli.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-3154101775412750501?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3154101775412750501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=3154101775412750501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3154101775412750501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3154101775412750501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-texted-her-to-convey-your.html' title='.............'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-7637099214825377821</id><published>2010-11-01T11:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:36:57.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God sign?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When I heard the news of natural disaster at Indon, tsunami @ Mentawai Island and volcany @ Yogja...deep inside my heart said is this a God's sign? Funny to hear that one friend of mine said 'Indon ni mcm nak rosak je la lps satu2'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;..Just want to recap, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;if you guys remembered on 2004, Acheh mostly gone due to the     huge waves crashing into their coastal. This is not affected only Indon, many countries had faced the same trauma including us as well.. The catastrophe     has touched the hearts of humanity with people from all round the world trying     to assist financially. There were many versions of stories on why this disaster happened to us esp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ecially it had  caused major damages to Acheh... Scientifically said there was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;underwater 9.0-magnitude earthquake between the Indonesian island of Sumatra and the Indian Andaman Islands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  (just to reveal what did I remembered je la) and bla..bla..bla. However, the unscientific reason is more likely attracted my attention ;D   Some said it because people at Indon no longer have their faith to Allah, an another story said it is because of many people there had associated Allah with other, practice syirik etc.. bla..bla..bla.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to say as a pious person should say, but t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;o me I'm still have a faith to Allah, still believe angels, books, prophets, fate &amp;amp; will and the judgmental day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Any person of faith will strive to reconcile the death and destruction caused by natural disasters and learn from the mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arghh....why am I suppose to be so serious....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No just thinking wonders can happen if we only believe that God has HIS GREATNESS. And we just like a little ant which can be squished easily if we forget on how to be grateful on what we have (just talking myself too) ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahaha entah ape2 ntah aku merepek ni la hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TM5DYjly1fI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ggTxTDo9duE/s1600/Merapi-04-Dalam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TM5DYjly1fI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ggTxTDo9duE/s320/Merapi-04-Dalam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534435081234601458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TM5q2C36fJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/crHje_X5JcY/s1600/tsunami01-coastal-flooding_21847_600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TM5q2C36fJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/crHje_X5JcY/s320/tsunami01-coastal-flooding_21847_600x450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534478468801789074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(gambar sekadar hiasan ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-7637099214825377821?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7637099214825377821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=7637099214825377821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7637099214825377821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7637099214825377821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-sign.html' title='God sign?'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TM5DYjly1fI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ggTxTDo9duE/s72-c/Merapi-04-Dalam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-1414564697985950477</id><published>2010-10-28T10:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T11:15:26.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my difficult people @ office</title><content type='html'>letih la nk layan dgn this type of people @ office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Org yg smbong bile ditanye baik2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Org yg keep complaining everything tapi bile disuruh cari solution die pula yg senyap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Org yg perasan die hebat and know everything from A-Z&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Org yg suke tikam belakang kawan! Horrornye!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Org yg xde civic manners to environment - e.g. letak mug kat pantry berhari2 then x retinye nk cuci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boss yang tak tahu nk control anger and hot-tempered!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-1414564697985950477?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/1414564697985950477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=1414564697985950477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/1414564697985950477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/1414564697985950477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-difficult-peopel-office.html' title='my difficult people @ office'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-4943271414831676755</id><published>2010-10-26T12:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T17:51:08.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the past to present....</title><content type='html'>What will you do if your heart is broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was broken once.. Life became dark.. It's like your legs had been cut into pieces and nobody dare to help you. Like you can't get through your daily routine without feeling the wave of pain sweep over you, without sensing that knot in the pit of your stomach, without dwelling on what went wrong? It's really painful...I always told myself ' time would heal the wound'...&lt;br /&gt;And it's true only after 6 years my hurt had recovered days by days.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu dulu la..org kate mase kene penyakit cinta!&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm so grateful to have my own family, my beloved 'budak omel' and his papa.&lt;br /&gt;They really completed my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I'm writing this, after heard the story of my heart  broken's friend, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;*a long long long time friend ya..&lt;/span&gt;I'm wondering in any relationship you have to love yourself first... That's what I did even until now, had married with 1 children... Hubby used to say I'm a selfish person sometimes..ya it's true...the past experience had taught me...give me a lesson to love myself more and more.....&lt;br /&gt;However in certain sense, when you get married and it's come to family and in-laws matter, I have to be tolerate in many ways... have respect to others as well... Ya..I have no problem on that... Me and hubby did conflict on that as well &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(biaselah kahwin lidah mane tak tergigit kan) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but we always have discussion on that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..always have argument..always fighting for each rights..;P...and yet we manage to handle it from time to time... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the best formula in marriage it's having wise communication part husband and wife!&lt;/span&gt; hahhaa...that's another topic..will discuss that in other entry la ek;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it's so true when your heart is super duper broken...it will affect your entire life..if it's not 100%, perhaps 30% like what happen in my life..and apparently it had changed my mentality and my perception though.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to the sad friend...just love yourself first....and here is a Campbell soup for you...;)  hope you may recover soon from the sadness...there is always a shine in front of you...let's rock the world! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/S53305/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TMZWeApvBAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OZpklXNhsxk/s1600/Get+Well+Soon+%2851%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 434px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TMZWeApvBAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OZpklXNhsxk/s320/Get+Well+Soon+%2851%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532204265842344962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/S53305/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/S53305/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-4943271414831676755?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4943271414831676755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=4943271414831676755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4943271414831676755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4943271414831676755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2010/10/from-past-to-present.html' title='from the past to present....'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TMZWeApvBAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OZpklXNhsxk/s72-c/Get+Well+Soon+%2851%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-5154026000394491134</id><published>2010-10-20T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:16:38.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my funny dream ...hopefullyy...</title><content type='html'>Naik bus dgn miqa sampai LRT Station..&lt;br /&gt;Dkt LRT Station, naik cab sampai Pesona Villa Apartment!&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part, dalam cab miqa kentut busuk giileer!&lt;br /&gt;Mujur pakcik cab tu gelak2 bile aku minta maaf kalau ade bau busuk....&lt;br /&gt;*muke toye*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahah.....what a funny dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya...i hope yesterday incident was a dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bad dream....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really bad one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-5154026000394491134?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5154026000394491134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=5154026000394491134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5154026000394491134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Jangan ingat wajah ko jambu....orang suke ko la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dah perangai menyombong, bongkak, bangga diri, berlagak......&lt;br /&gt;Muke hensem mcmane pun ko tetap nampak mcm monyet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha...PUAS HATI AKU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-2587259791246453833?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2587259791246453833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=2587259791246453833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2587259791246453833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please Allah help me..&lt;br /&gt;Off the things that I dont want now...&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to love &amp;amp; to be loved by hubby, miqa, friends &amp;amp; entire family..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-4688072148054766274?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4688072148054766274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=4688072148054766274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4688072148054766274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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En Azizi,  still we always see each other,  I'm not sad for that anymore! En Azizi always said that our team is a special team and I always bear it in my mind....huhuhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok forget about work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Miqa wake me up with a very 'nice' smell! Bole pagi2 cenonet aku tu 'berry'! Hahaha.. rasenye spnjg 4 bulan lebih die hidup dgn aku, ini baru 1st time die berak pagi2 buta! Nak tegelak pun ade sbb die buat muke tak suke! Perhaps the things inside his pampers disturbing his sleep and he like merengek2 sampai la aku angkat die smula from his playpan! Bile da angkat senyap and pandang2 washroom seem like minta aku tolong cucikan buntut die! hahahhaha... What a clever boy!! Siap cuci his smile and speak his own languange.... Agaknye die nk ckp thanks mummy cucikan berak miqa! hahhahahahhahahah........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai ke ofis, I still can see his smile in my mind.. aishh..miqa buat mummy gile bayang!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TK7fAU2tn2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/fuSaiEBG6D8/s1600/P9270437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TK7fAU2tn2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/fuSaiEBG6D8/s320/P9270437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525598989521362786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TK7fAifmeHI/AAAAAAAAAMA/X2wptFvC9TE/s1600/P9270442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TK7fAifmeHI/AAAAAAAAAMA/X2wptFvC9TE/s320/P9270442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525598993182521458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TK7eOba_L4I/AAAAAAAAALw/892D0HPiH7M/s1600/P9260420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TK7eOba_L4I/AAAAAAAAALw/892D0HPiH7M/s320/P9260420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525598132290662274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-1122104954188439559?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/1122104954188439559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=1122104954188439559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/1122104954188439559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/1122104954188439559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-getting-okay-now-at-my-workplace.html' title='citer miqa lagi..aishhh'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/TK7fAU2tn2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/fuSaiEBG6D8/s72-c/P9270437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-2320300093506217747</id><published>2010-09-21T09:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T10:07:12.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 4 month miqa..</title><content type='html'>Ape yg budak berumur 4 bulan tgh fikir skrg? Aku slalu tertanya2 bile miqa pandang aku. Ape yg die ckp dlm hati mase tgk aku pandang die? Hopefully ish mummy aku ni cute pulak! Ke hai makcik ni x habis2 membebel, bising ar! hahhahahahhaha.... okla whatever that he whispered inside his heart, mind.... I believe it's something miracle that God had created us. Setiap hari Miqa improve emotionally. Example, aku pegang botol susu die n letak depan die and see his reaction. Biasenye kaki die menggelitis gelitis which is tandanye die nak susu.  Tapi semalam bile aku tunjuk botol susu kat die, die buat bunyi merengek. Aku try bagi then die tolak2 puting botol susu tu dgn lidah which mean die xnak. 'Aik mummy ni kan aku da merengek rengek td, aku xnak la tu' - assuming that he said that to me ;0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is actually to wish happy 4 months anniversary to my only miqa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mummy always love you. You are always be my baby....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dah besar nanti mummy x harap ape2 dari miqa, cuma mummy harap mummy bole beri pelajaran n didikan yg sempurna &amp;amp; baik untuk miqa sbb mummy percaya didikan yang sempurna &amp;amp; baik sahajelah yang boleh membentuk miqa menjadi a good person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ameen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-2320300093506217747?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2320300093506217747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=2320300093506217747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2320300093506217747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2320300093506217747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-4-month-miqa.html' title='my 4 month miqa..'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-7665222571139229968</id><published>2010-06-06T23:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T09:54:27.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Mother..Learning as I go ;)</title><content type='html'>Saat melihat dua jalur garisan pada pregnancy test 1 hari sebelum umat Islam meraikan Aidilfitri 2009 yg lalu, aku &amp;amp;   hubby bagai di awang awangan ;p, mcm x percaye aku bakal bergelar ibu. Sungguh! Padahal bende tulah aku selalu doakan dan rungutkan pada hubby after 1 year and half we got married. Mule2 baru kawin, xdelah aku stress psl anak tapi bile kawan2 &amp;amp; family dok asyik tanya timbul pula rase berkobar2 nak ade zuriat sendiri. Tengok orang lain happy dengan anak masing2 aku pun teringin jugak! Lumrah manusia kan.... tak pernah puas dan bersyukur dengan ape yang ade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post" id="post-68"&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tapi walau mcmanepun, aku tetap bersyukur, Alhamdulillah...sekurang2 nye penantian aku &amp;amp; hubby nak bergelar parents dah termakbul.. Hurm, family aku lah yg paling excited mase tu!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of nightmares while in pregnancy..I read  some one experience vivid dreams. Seeing how I was one of those people who dreamt weird dreams beforehand, I wasn’t sure how more vivid it could get….well it did... 1st trimester - betul org kate perempuan mengandung ni ragamnye lain2. Aku punyer sickness mmg jatuh kpd kategori teruk la jugak, itu pun aku x layan sgt kalau dilayan maunye aku amik unpaid leave 9 bulan! Aku punyer ragam, asal mkn je muntah, asal mkn je muntah! Mkn x boleh lambat kalau tak muntah lah aku spnjg hari tu! Pastu asyik mengantuk je dan perangai malas MasyAllah menjd2, mengalahkan anak raja nk dilayannye! Smpaikan nk on radio kerete pun aku suh hubby tekankan butang switch on tu! Tp aku control jugklah perangai ngade2 tu sbb hubby mase tu keje dkt Tganu so kitorg jmpe weekend je kan! Sape nk layan woo kalau hari2 aku buat prangai gitu! Tp time aku xleh lupe, stiap kali nk balik and pegi keje nk redah jammed tu bolehlah aku termuntah, mujur standby plastik tepi tmpat duduk, terus tgn kiri amik plastik  and at the same time tgn kanan  pegang stereng kete! Uwek uwek uwek aku muntah smpai org lorong sebelah duk usha2... Lama2 dah jd immune dah ;p hehhee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd trimester - barulah mood aku OK and semangat nk mkn kembali normal. Dah dtg nafsu makan, ha brat bdn pun naik lah 5 kilo! Tapi ramai org cakap perut aku kecik lagi smpaikan aku dah pregnant 6 bulan pun budak2 ofis ramai x prasan 'kebuyunganku'! Apakah! Bile pegi check up, doctor ckp OK je, aku normal cume hemoglobin aku je la rendah. Bab tu mmg dari zaman ank darah lg aku mmg x bole derma darah sbbkan low hemoglobin tu kan.. itu mmg xde excuse lah! Aku makan sebaldi kerang pun darah aku mmg gitu... tapi doctor bg la jugak iron supplements plus other supplements untuk aku and baby dalam perut dpt energy! hehehh. Waktu ni jugak, aku enjoy pegi travel, Tganu &amp;amp; Penang! Hurm...menikmati seafood dkt Tganu &amp;amp; pasembor dkt Penang mmg x kanh aku lupekan! Buknye x penah makan semua2 tu tp makan waktu mengandung aku rse macm 1001 nikmat la! ececece.. Tapi yg lecehnye tabiat muntah aku x berkurang langsung! Kali ni, kalau aku makan byk, mesti terkeluar separuh! ;p Hubby dgn pak mentua geleng2 kepala je la.. Rugi rugi rugi..makan ketam 150 hengget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3rd trimester - Masuk 8 bulan mood aku nk cuti bersalin membuak2. Buat keje pun xde semngt! Ksian boss aku terpksalah hadap aku yg asyik MC je. Dlm 2 minggu msti aku MC satu hari! hehehe... btul wei aku da start sakit pinggang, ada carpal turnel syndrome, muntah2 tetappppp... kali ni kdg2 tgh ketawa pun, tetibe telan air liur aku da berlari cari singki nk muntah! Pitam2 pun slalu kene especially bile tgh stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;After all I was enjoying my pregnancy time sampailaa lahir si kenit buah hati aku tu. Fareeq Miqael bin Mohd Fahmie Idzul diberi name. Maksud Fareeq is Ketua, Miqael pula is malaikat penjaga rezeki. Asalnye nak letak Fareeq tp mase dlm labor room Hubby dpt transfer keje ke KL so both of we assumed thaat perhaps that's a sign of rezeki baby la so we add Miqael at the back. Plus aku pun suke sbrnye that name. And until now we call our little baby Miqa. Miqa was so tiny when he was born on 21st May 2010 @ 8.34 pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;He was just 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;7 kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;! Even his skin pun dry mcm ala kulit Benjamin Button pulak aku tgk ;p Tapi Alhamdulilah after 1 months berat die da bertambah n kulit die dah normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mase tu aku sgt happy sbb aku breastfeedkan Miqa even not via directly, kene pump n masukn dlm botol. Mujur parents aku n mentua ade n byk bantu aku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today Miqa dah 3 months plus. My favourite time is when nappy &amp;amp; feeding time with miqa. Sangat bahagia bile Miqa senyum2 mase aku nk pakaikan die dypers. Berbunga2 hati aku bile time susu tangan2 die merayap pegang rambut terjuntai aku la, pegang rantai aku la, pegang baju aku la... haishhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;Apepun ragam, senyuman, ketawa, tangisan die segala-galanya bagi aku skrg. Until now, I'm still learning to be a good mother. And hopefully for the 2nd baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(expected to be 4 to 5 years later)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'll be better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1813920207391808280-7665222571139229968?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7665222571139229968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=7665222571139229968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7665222571139229968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7665222571139229968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2010/06/being-motherlearning-as-i-go.html' title='Being a Mother..Learning as I go ;)'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-4276646280021712259</id><published>2009-12-29T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:30:32.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is love!</title><content type='html'>First time dalam hidup aku......aku rase aku takkan pernah cinta dia mcm aku cinta sekarang...&lt;br /&gt;and I'm proud to myself for being so tough enough to be far away from him while I'm having his 'little one' inside my tummy....&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Hubby for the love and happiness....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-4276646280021712259?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4276646280021712259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=4276646280021712259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4276646280021712259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4276646280021712259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-love.html' title='this is love!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-1480879365719075078</id><published>2009-10-29T09:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:01:32.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm very thankful and syukur to Allah for this gift......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we go....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm preggy 11 weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else can I say.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Suj2L19B46I/AAAAAAAAALg/TqbwY9JlpUs/s1600-h/28102009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397834836725588898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Suj2L19B46I/AAAAAAAAALg/TqbwY9JlpUs/s320/28102009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Baby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speechless to see you there, inside my womb...with your tiny little body.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy is so happy, same goes to papa.... We promise to take care of you ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont be naughty2 inside there ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1813920207391808280-1480879365719075078?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/1480879365719075078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=1480879365719075078' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/1480879365719075078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/1480879365719075078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-very-thankful-and-syukur-to-allah.html' title=''/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Suj2L19B46I/AAAAAAAAALg/TqbwY9JlpUs/s72-c/28102009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-3936463160586094941</id><published>2009-09-16T09:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:26:07.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Raya x lama lagi, rasenye excitement dalam jiwa aku x dtg2 pun lg! Dulu kalau raye bersemangat nk buat itu nak buat ini! This year? Xde semangat langsung! Hurm, even kalau radio x ckp pg tadi raya tinggal 4 hari lagi SUMPAH aku x tau pun! 4 hari lagi kejappp je lagi! Gilerlah! Baju raye pun aku xde lagi!  Ntahlah perhaps tahun ni 1st raye aku x balik segamat kot! This year turn raye Taman Melawati! Can't imagine macamane rasenye raye di KL! Best ke nanti? Ade sessi ziarah menziarah ke? Ade sessi konvoi2 ke? Ade sessi melawat kubur ke? Aku yg cuak! Ape nak buat malam raye? Tolong mama? Ke balik pesona villa? Gilerlah, mesti pesona villa kosong je sbb everybody mesti balik kg kan??! Ntahlah.....aku yg kelam kabut lebih ni! Relax Relax Fara! Takkanlah ko tak biase bawa diri kat tempat org kan? Dengan family mentua sendiri pun xkanlah ko x biase kan? kan? Ekekekek..... Oklah, kan aku dah cakap aku yg kelam kabut lebih! Redah je la labu......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, aku nk citer pasal lain sbrnye tp tertulis citer psl raye! Ekekek.. alang2 kan! Keje baru ok seem ok lah! Hurm, aku suke scope keje yg x bosan sgt! Byk bende baru aku blajar lah! Keje favourite aku bile ade ads shooting, analyze mock up and voice recording! Itu aku suke! Yg x bestnye...hurm, aku rase aku mcm relax sket kot compare to dulu punye keje, dulu mmg on je keje aku sbb PCM &amp;amp; Gate 5 slalu ade kan? Yg ini as at when je.... hurm, nak2 bile aku just jage Data/Internet kan untuk Business, so x byk sgt lah kot compare to Consumer! Tapi sesekali tu event Consumer aku join la jugak! Hurm..lagi satu aku belajar boss behaviour! Dulu aku rase en rushdan bg direction tersgtlah clear, tp with the new boss here, [perempuan ok boss aku!] aku kene lebih cpt tangkap ape yg die nak! Hurm.....kdg2 tu aku x faham pun direction die tp buat2 faham, kdg2 tu aku tanye 5, 6 kali jugaklah! Eekekekek tapi die  cool n baik! Tapi obviuosly lah die bukan kategori boss pompuan yang 'bitch' la....;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Xpelah fara, skrg ni pun  byk bende yang ko blur2 lagi, jargon and term yang ko x faham lg pun melambak! This is not routine work macam keje dulu, this is you work through experience basis! Paling penting ko x boleh patah semangat ok! Doa banyak2 semuanye dipermudahkan Allah..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehehe...ayat sekadar nk menyedapkan hati aku....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-3936463160586094941?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3936463160586094941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=3936463160586094941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3936463160586094941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3936463160586094941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/09/when.html' title='when'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-6610978353675082139</id><published>2009-08-18T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:26:01.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>white roses for a birthday girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SopIXwxrpAI/AAAAAAAAALY/PUgi_7prK90/s1600-h/18082009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371185078660211714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SopIXwxrpAI/AAAAAAAAALY/PUgi_7prK90/s320/18082009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks Hubby for everything......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14th August 1983&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-6610978353675082139?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6610978353675082139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=6610978353675082139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6610978353675082139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6610978353675082139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/white-roses-for-birthday-girl.html' title='white roses for a birthday girl!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SopIXwxrpAI/AAAAAAAAALY/PUgi_7prK90/s72-c/18082009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-7521725143540517609</id><published>2009-08-10T15:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:22:49.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness of me...</title><content type='html'>How should I start this post...?I would not to be as detailed as I can because I cannot be able to retrieve all things that happened within a month! What a short term memory that I had! *sigh* And there were lots of things going on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should I start now? What else... my work? I had started my new job with the first assignment of agency brief! Huhuhu..... A little bit nervous while doing this actually but luckily I have a good coolest colleague, Wawa who is always be ringan tulang in helping me to settle the mess up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that’s not the point that I want to stress down in the entry. Hehehe. I was remembered when I was in the happy mode ;D waiting and counting the time to be shifted to A&amp;amp;P, one of the senior manager in PPM (my previous unit) said "awak jgn suka sangat fara. berape lama awak duduk dkt TM ni? Baru kan.. Dkt TM mcm2 boleh berlaku...jgn suka sangat ok!" Wow... for me it was a 'pedas' words la but knowing him as a nice and fatherly man, I still can accept his advice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I don't mind what people say, I don't care.. and I don't bother... At least, I'll be in the line that I should be... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, stop talking about work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel good in my relationship with Angah lately ni. Ya, after she getting married! That's something wrong somewhere and we were fighting about room! Someone outside there might think what a joke that we were creating all the mess and it getting bigger bigger and bigger.... How pity Angah having a sister like me! On my sight, I was tried to be realistic and it was a joke beb! Ok..ok.. x payah panjangkan cerita... and I would like to say my deepest sorry to her... and I did texted her on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.....one question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever defended your principle so strong you appear rude to your own mother?&lt;br /&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;And it is not a nice feeling to have....:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-7521725143540517609?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7521725143540517609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=7521725143540517609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7521725143540517609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7521725143540517609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/sadness-of-me.html' title='sadness of me...'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-5742505519035419125</id><published>2009-07-15T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:52:22.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the satisfaction!</title><content type='html'>I'm counting for my better place...*_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-5742505519035419125?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5742505519035419125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=5742505519035419125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5742505519035419125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5742505519035419125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/07/satisfaction.html' title='the satisfaction!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-210311043292696847</id><published>2009-06-10T18:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:39:44.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st anniversay! cepat jee</title><content type='html'>Actually...dah lame aku nk update pasal 1st anniversay celebration aku n hubby on the last 17th May 09 hari tu. 17hb tu dah lame dah lepas tapi since aku asyik2 postpone sbb nak siapkan keje punya pasal so hari ni baru berkesempatan nak citer pasal 1st anniversay celebration kiteorg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pejammmmm ceeliiikkkkkkk peeejaaammmmm celikkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk aku n famy da setahun jadi suami isteri! Huhuhu... tak banyak beza jadi anak dara dengan bini org ni in my situation la! Still boleh rongeng2 dekat mamak dengan officemates plus boleh balik kg weekend mcm dulu2 gak! Tapi of course lak commitment lagi besar kan! Aku dah tak jadik selfish dah sangat... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mase 17hb tu, aku amik cuti beb semata2 nak spend the precious time with Famy since Famy kene siapkan project Lumex die tu by end of the month so mmg x dapatlah nak cuti kan! Balik keje, aku ingat nak masak2 kan dinner untuk Famy sempena the anniversary tp Famy kate xyah sbb die nak treat aku makan luar n belanje seafood! He knows well how much I love seafood! hahhahahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess.... aku dapat 2 ekor udang kara stim...... besar n aku makan sampai pening2 kepala plus 3 ekor crabs... semua tu aku makan sorang! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the udang stim *yummy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345645516969271218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Si-MRnYc37I/AAAAAAAAALI/HgLYv9gRjIU/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the masak sambal crab!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345645625880636114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Si-MX9G8atI/AAAAAAAAALQ/VE705HTh2Zk/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To Hubby...selamat ulang tahun pertama perkahwinan... hope kita maintain bahagia mcm sekarang....love you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-210311043292696847?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/210311043292696847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=210311043292696847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/210311043292696847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/210311043292696847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-anniversay-cepat-jee.html' title='1st anniversay! cepat jee'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Si-MRnYc37I/AAAAAAAAALI/HgLYv9gRjIU/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-1358677200778281287</id><published>2009-05-11T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:02:35.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at last, we got our little hut!</title><content type='html'>Tulah, setiap yang berlaku pasti ada hikmahnya...Allah knows better. The Almighty has a better alternative route for us. We just need to believe and have faith.&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku nangis dan nangis tambah lagi sakit hati but at the end of the day, He provides me the light... I can smile happily and thanks Him for that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Allah for the little hut....&lt;br /&gt;Thanks hubby for the patience and effort...&lt;br /&gt;and Thanks me for the strenghts......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-1358677200778281287?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/1358677200778281287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=1358677200778281287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/1358677200778281287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/1358677200778281287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-last-we-got-our-little-hut.html' title='at last, we got our little hut!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-4664503807955232064</id><published>2009-04-24T10:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:58:50.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take a break....</title><content type='html'>Blog satu tempat untuk aku tulis apa yang aku rase, ape yg aku fikir.....yang paling penting aku tulis blog untuk suami aku tau ape yang aku buat since kiteorg x duduk sekali. Dan jauh sekali aku tulis blog untuk mengaibkan sesiape. Aku cuma luahkan ape yang terbuku dlm hati aku dalam kepala aku, dalam jiwa aku tentang ape2 ajelah yang terjadi dalam kehidupan aku seharian. Kalau pun suami aku tak terbace blog ni, at least aku boleh tersenyum dengan membaca semula tulisan tulisan aku... kalau entries nye sedih atau sakit hati, paling tidak aku boleh bernafas dengan baik setelah aku lepaskan semuanye dalam blog! Itu mungkin cara aku la nak release tension aku. Bukankah setiap org ade cara tersendiri nak hiburkan hati masing2 kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumah? Aku percaya pada istilah 'Rumah ku syurga ku'...'Home Sweet Home'... Tapi ape jadi dengan aku? Pernah tak korang rase perasaan betapa x bestnye balik rumah sendiri? Mesti tak kan sbb dekat RUMAH lah untuk kite relax2, tido, beristirehat dan buat ape2 yang kite suke la without a limitation. Tapi bende ni xde pada aku.. aku x rase itu rumah aku, aku x rase jiwa aku ada dlm rumah itu.... sbb nye? Aku x reti nak tukarkan perasaan aku dlm bentuk ayat! Aku sendiri x tahu mcmane nak explain tentang betapa aku rasa sangat kosong, sunyi dan xde ape2 bile aku balik rumah aku sendiri! Aku x kate semua org dalam rumah itu layan aku buruk, takkkkk...... it's just aku x nampak aku sayang rumah itu, aku x suka duduk di rumah itu! Ya, the exact word is aku rasa kosong! Sedih bukan? Aku jadik sedih sebab aku kalah dengan perasaan aku sendiri. Aku sedih sebab aku x cukup kuat bila aku sorang sbb ikatan perkahwinan tu buat aku jadi manja, mengharap dan bergantung! Kalau lah aku still bujang, aku rase aku tak peduli pun pasal tu semua. Ntahlah, mungkin aku lebih sensitif sekarang! Sensitif seorang isteri, salah ke aku? Aku kene faham keadaan, situasi dan aku kene berkorban??? Berat sebenarnye untuk aku faham keadaan, situasi dan kene berkorban dalam mase setahun ni. Aku rase aku belum cukup sabar untuk itu.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a pity woman named me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-4664503807955232064?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4664503807955232064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=4664503807955232064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4664503807955232064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4664503807955232064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-satu-tempat-untuk-aku-tulis-apa.html' title='take a break....'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-7975721185627522890</id><published>2009-04-22T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:35:10.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a NICI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Se7WAIjYRxI/AAAAAAAAALA/cHVeK0OGfXY/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327430707010094866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Se7WAIjYRxI/AAAAAAAAALA/cHVeK0OGfXY/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks kak wawa for a cute tortoise name, NICI (tgk kaki die ade tulis NICI)...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like Gya &amp;amp; kak Huda, NICI had made my day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-7975721185627522890?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7975721185627522890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=7975721185627522890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7975721185627522890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7975721185627522890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/04/got-nici.html' title='Got a NICI'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Se7WAIjYRxI/AAAAAAAAALA/cHVeK0OGfXY/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-8157882583080836796</id><published>2009-04-22T08:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:20:39.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lawak pukul 4 pagi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anda ada masalah cinta? Dail 53334....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dail punya dail asyik kene reject aje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahahahaa... lawak pukul 4 pagi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-8157882583080836796?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/8157882583080836796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=8157882583080836796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/8157882583080836796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/8157882583080836796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/04/lawak-pukul-4-pagi.html' title='lawak pukul 4 pagi!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-7376014941277528578</id><published>2009-04-21T09:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:10:44.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RP Teambuilding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pagi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Satria RP... Satria RP... RP1.... RP1..... TM.... Malaysia......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what can i say about this? so fun n exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahahha...x boleh diceritakan dengan kata2...semuanye pengalaman menarik!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oklah..let's conclude the whole experiences mase aku dengan kawan2 dekat sane [luckily, aku , gya n ila satu batch, sorry to ennie x dpt join our batch, xpe ennie punye batch pun lagi gempak nanti;( ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;best experiences:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;dapat team kepala gila2&lt;/strong&gt; - en jusoh, zaha, roslan, mr deva, suha, kak sham (mujur she was also gila2 n sporting!), shah SPDF &amp;amp; Jeff PD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Bamboo rafting xtvt&lt;/strong&gt; - i was really enjoy this, so fun! we were champion tau! overall, aku dah x takut air dah, water confident aku dah tinggi sket la! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Junggle Trekking&lt;/strong&gt; - banyak woo kalori aku terbakar ni, berpeluh2.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Karaoke&lt;/strong&gt; - time ni best sbb aku, gya, ila, suha, arai dpt karaoke free tau, tapi kalau si din tu x join lagi best kot! hahahha....mula2 nmpk mamat ni cam cecomel je tp kalau layan sgt poning wooo...;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Flying Fox&lt;/strong&gt; - aku suka ni tapi sayang aku x dpt nk lunjur kaki sbb injured mase junggle trekking, so kaki aku terkangkang mase buat ni! gayat sehhhhh... aku menjerit sakan je la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Roomates yang best&lt;/strong&gt; - roomates aku gya, huda n wawa.... best woo! semua nye baik hati, jenis x kisah n pemurah....barang2 bole share2 tau! sharing is caring! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bad experience:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. Mase junggle trekking aku jatuh terhentak mase nak turun bukit... sakit sampai skrg terasa lagi! nak drive pun susah....nak buang air n 'yak' pun susah! mood aku sikit x best la sbb sakit ni. ingat nanti balik kg nk g urut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hurm....overall aku sangat happy dekat Marina Cove, Lumut.... tapi tu lah bende nak jadik kan, kalau aku lebih hati2 mase junggle trekking tu maybe aku x jatuh kot.... sakit woo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;psst: nanti aku share all the fun pics k!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-7376014941277528578?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7376014941277528578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=7376014941277528578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7376014941277528578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7376014941277528578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/04/rp-teambuilding.html' title='RP Teambuilding!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-2539711081167103610</id><published>2009-04-08T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:51:31.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hurting me, I'm sorry......</title><content type='html'>I didn't know why the hell I was there. Talking to a person that I did not meet for a long long time and I put the expectation to believe on his words. I guess I'm doing better then! He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Begitulah jugak dengan hidup kita nih, jawapan hidup, kebahagiaan dan kesusahan, apa-apa ajelah yang kita cari selama ini, semuanya tuh berada di mana-mana. Terpulang pada kita nak mencarinya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I talk to myself as I persuade my little adik...&lt;br /&gt;I guess I expected better.I only hoped for a "How are you doing?"Or a "Are you well?"Or a "How's work?"I guess I hoped too much. I shouldn't said something hurting you. And it's will hurting me as well! But you are so darling to me.... You are my husband...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that.... I would like to ask for your forgiveness dear...  I'm so sorry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-2539711081167103610?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2539711081167103610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=2539711081167103610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2539711081167103610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2539711081167103610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-hurting-me-im-sorry.html' title='It&apos;s hurting me, I&apos;m sorry......'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-7851972092106249467</id><published>2009-04-05T00:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:33:03.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminder to me!</title><content type='html'>I don't actually have time to be lounging and blogging, so I'll do this entry in a point form. hehehe just to update and remind myself! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tralallaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just came back from the Business Plan Workshop @ Colmar Tropicale, Bkt Tinggi! It was interesting but plain for me! First experience and average for me! Hahaha.. however, I got to know many people there....;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Blink Blink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at kerteh, right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralallala......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow will be back to KL and as usual come to office on monday! Oh, what a blues monday soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralallala.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to clean up all the filing and discuss with my boss on the new structure, specifically on my job scope! Oh, what a boring job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurm...Ngee..Ngeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking to go back kampung next week.... Ibu said Atuk is feeling not well! Watch me get so nervous I can’t sleep. Allah, please give the strenght to Atuk..amennn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s all the big news I have. I can’t think of anything else. How bout some small news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked meggi laksa for Famy and he liked it very much! Mmmmmmmm..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my picture taken at Sara's wedding (sara is my cousin) and then I realized on my double chin and rounded face! I'm becoming fat now! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Sd1sPeFP-SI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DkT-NmQtxCw/s1600-h/P3280038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322529347650713890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Sd1sPeFP-SI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DkT-NmQtxCw/s320/P3280038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-7851972092106249467?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7851972092106249467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=7851972092106249467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7851972092106249467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7851972092106249467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/04/reminder-to-me.html' title='reminder to me!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Sd1sPeFP-SI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DkT-NmQtxCw/s72-c/P3280038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-7120908192289867823</id><published>2009-03-17T07:54:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:01:16.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best momment is a study time!</title><content type='html'>An old memory at IIUM got me in a longing&lt;em&gt; (big smile ;D).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the momment... Lea, Bed, Na, Linda, Him as well as my Bosnian mates, Nermin, Meldina, Dzenan &amp;amp; Mirza were there &lt;em&gt;(bigger smile ;DD).&lt;/em&gt; We need to organize an event of the Professional Etiquette Course for our final assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same morning smell, same person, same thought but different time, we were bond together as PR Colleagues. I miss that each momment. The momment we had been scolded by Sir Sheikh Alwi, one of our PR instructor, all of us still keeping a big grin though we hated him so much! Among of us, Nermin had shown his most hatred to Sir Alwi. My mind still can captured kinda off naughty and irritating faces made up by him while Sir Alwi shouted 'bodoh!' 'stupid'! 'bloody hell' to us! Ekekekekekekeke........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's only some part of the old chapter that I wanna share..... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is Lea and me do miss Nermin so much. We were closed with him during the time. Ya, after night class, three of us will drove to Destina, Burger King or else McD. We learned Bosnian Language, sharing the secrets, thoughts &amp;amp; ideas together. To me, Nermin is just Nermin. He's not arrogant like an ordinary IIUM European Students, somehow still gentlemen, confident and have sense of humour. He used to drive me out for supper while my feet was injured though I knew he just wanna copying our (me &amp;amp; lea) notes at the same time for the exam! ;) I still can remember during the exam time again, me &amp;amp; Lea were awake along the night to do revision, he will texting either both of us just to disturb and asking silly silly question like 'hey, do u think it's gonna rain tomorrow?' or like 'fara likes purple and u Lea what color you like most?'! We knew he did'nt want us to study and score in the paper! (&lt;em&gt;biggest smile ;DDD&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the truth is..... he found me in the facebook yesterday! We just-in-time having a chit chat! OMG..... he asked about Lea! When did both of us got married! And he laughed when I informed Lea's baby name is Danish,&lt;br /&gt;'hey she should put Nermin!'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh no... Mohd Nermin?!!' I said..... 'Hey boy, when you wanna get married?' I asked.&lt;br /&gt;'The lifestyle and culture got me in a dilemma!' he replied&lt;br /&gt;'Blur! Whut do u mean?'&lt;br /&gt;'Here is not like M'sia, it's hard to find&lt;strong&gt; virgin&lt;/strong&gt; girl anymore!'&lt;br /&gt;I laughed more...... 'Whutt? U r acting like a malay man now ha...so do u think u r still virgin too?'&lt;br /&gt;'Of course not! ;) but for me virginity is important for a muslim lady, it's a sign of loyalty and obviously i wanna have a loyal wife!'&lt;br /&gt;he continued 'At my place, it's common if a wife having an affair with another man!'&lt;br /&gt;Ya..... I still remember Nermin's word 3 years back, 'There is many Muslims at Bosnia but rarely to see the one who can perform prayer'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However we're actually having a great online time! Seem like he's happy to be a PR Practitioner there.... Best of luck to you Ner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst:/ i'll try to search his pic and upload it here ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-7120908192289867823?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7120908192289867823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=7120908192289867823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7120908192289867823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7120908192289867823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-momment-is-study-time.html' title='the best momment is a study time!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-5915998674147795098</id><published>2009-03-11T15:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:12:24.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>water rafting @ sg hulu s'gor</title><content type='html'>Best &amp;amp; Enjoy.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;itu yg bole aku luahkan after pergi merempit dengan geng2 ofis, gya, ila, ennie, apek &amp;amp; hubby! yang buat aku surprise, bile famy yang at the first place x brape nk pegi tibe2 balik dari berwater rafting terus tersuka pulak nk pegi lagi! hahahahhaa......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kat bawah ni pics2 sengal kiteorg mase rafting dekat sg hulu selangor! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Sbdn6E4iiFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Aek9KMgmPoA/s1600-h/P3060495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311828532947748946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Sbdn6E4iiFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Aek9KMgmPoA/s320/P3060495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bai tgh pakaikan life jacket! aku mcm pumpkin dah!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Sbdn6dSmOfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BjR-V6XBoIc/s1600-h/P3060497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311828539499493874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Sbdn6dSmOfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BjR-V6XBoIc/s320/P3060497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Wah sempat posing sementara tunggu famy &amp;amp; apek parking kete]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Sbdn6j08G0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/6cCEpfaLvz8/s1600-h/P3060517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311828541254146882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Sbdn6j08G0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/6cCEpfaLvz8/s320/P3060517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Khusyuknye dengar Bai bagi briefing]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Sbdn64T-hqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/RqVkbclubHg/s1600-h/P3060523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311828546753037986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Sbdn64T-hqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/RqVkbclubHg/s320/P3060523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Lepas briefing...posing lagik!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Sbdn7INx2WI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5NkjuVGNNvs/s1600-h/P3060528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311828551022008674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Sbdn7INx2WI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5NkjuVGNNvs/s320/P3060528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[bermula la xpdc berwater rafting ;p]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SbdwSAa7fgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UDAfdpPBKHc/s1600-h/P3070532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311837740159696386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SbdwSAa7fgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UDAfdpPBKHc/s320/P3070532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[kayuh jang kayuh....]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SbdwSZQ4mAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2XLqrL9CqjQ/s1600-h/P3070534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311837746828449794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SbdwSZQ4mAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2XLqrL9CqjQ/s320/P3070534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ila mendayung penuh profesional]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SbdwS6NEzPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HkCWLcqENKw/s1600-h/P3070551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311837755670842610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SbdwS6NEzPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HkCWLcqENKw/s320/P3070551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ngerinye.....]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SbdwTAMCM7I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ysckNjobFEo/s1600-h/P3070537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311837757277090738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SbdwTAMCM7I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ysckNjobFEo/s320/P3070537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[erk...terjumpe waterfall pulak! pose kejap...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SbdwTRqZrQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vZ3XKU5DFuM/s1600-h/P3070576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311837761967860994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SbdwTRqZrQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vZ3XKU5DFuM/s320/P3070576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[sempat mandi tu lagi...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okla...overall aku n famy mmg happy n fun sbb kiteorg dah lame x buat xtvt outdoor mcm ni, lagi2 dengan kwn2... last hari tu pegi picnic dekat sg congkak dengan family mentua! hurm, hopefully, next time around ade lagi xtvt bersama mcm ni lagi k ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;psst:/ me thinking for a wonderful camping at the beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1813920207391808280-5915998674147795098?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5915998674147795098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=5915998674147795098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5915998674147795098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5915998674147795098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/03/water-rafting-sg-hulu-sgor.html' title='water rafting @ sg hulu s&apos;gor'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/Sbdn6E4iiFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Aek9KMgmPoA/s72-c/P3060495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-3881181305829927051</id><published>2009-02-25T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:08:01.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do we deserve this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm speechless, over the edge, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just breathless &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never thought that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd catch this love bug again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopeless, head over heels in the moment &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never thought that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd get hit by this love bug again......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This song was popular on the radio last 2 weeks ago. It has not been on the radio lately. Not only did I hear it the other night when I was feeling down, but early in this morning, Famy and I were curled up in bed and his clock-radio went off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was that song again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I smiled as I laid in his arms, kissed him on his neck, and went back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That song keeps getting better and better for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-3881181305829927051?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3881181305829927051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=3881181305829927051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3881181305829927051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3881181305829927051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-we-deserve-this.html' title='do we deserve this?'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-6889492135363371424</id><published>2009-02-19T16:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:23:59.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>empathy??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aku terjumpa sekeping nota. Nota yang ditulis di atas kertas A4 biasa. Ada maksud tersirat, yang penting aku betul2 capture the last words esspecially perkataan 'empathy' tu. Can we do feel empathy for them, rather than blaming for their mistakes?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kau kate aku kekasih hingga ke akhir hayat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tapi ape jadi bila ade krisis mcm ni!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kau senyap, Kau diam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bila aku minta jawapan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bila aku jelaskan segala-galanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ada kau terima?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mungkin kau anggap aku beri alasan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cari kesalahan...cari masalah....emosi tak bertempat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;melampau batas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aku mengaku aku memang seperti yang kau anggap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tapi ada kau pernah fikir macamane aku boleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;keluarkan perkataan macam tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bukankah setiap perubahan itu ada penyebabnya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aku berubah sebab apa? Aku berani berkata mcm tu sebab apa??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Susah ke kau nak ade perasaan empathy dekat aku???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Empathy= Identification with and understanding of another's situation, feelings, and motives]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-6889492135363371424?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6889492135363371424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=6889492135363371424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6889492135363371424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6889492135363371424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/02/empathy.html' title='empathy??'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-2795531642839483088</id><published>2009-02-19T09:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:43:40.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cicada syndrome</title><content type='html'>cicada in malay we called cengkerik/riang2.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku rase aku terkena sydrome yang aku reka sendiri name die! sydrome cicada! sigh ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab cengkerik kan sifatnya siang2 die senyap tapi bile malam ligat pulak berbunyinye kan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku benci bila hari2 bila datang office aku kene pikir mcm2 bende yang berserabut dalam kepala ni! dari A sampai Z..... i hate this part! really hate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ape relation nye dengan cicada sydrome tu? sebab waktu siang aku senyap, aku happy buat x tau tapi bila tiba malam semua masalah tadi bertimpa2 menyemak kat kepala aku ni sampai aku x bole tido! mcm bunyi cengkerik tu......bising giler! buat aku terjage n buat aku menangis......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutttttttttttttttttttt!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama je la, lawak pukul 4 pagi semalam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-2795531642839483088?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2795531642839483088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=2795531642839483088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2795531642839483088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2795531642839483088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/02/cicada-syndrome.html' title='cicada syndrome'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-5617442196087001861</id><published>2009-02-18T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:57:01.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dozen Reasons You are a Happy Person</title><content type='html'>We generally are happy people, and we must train our brain to think so. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;We often overlook how we feel. The small things we do usually show that we are just happy people, but we don't realize that. If you did at least a few things on this list, you are a happy person. You just need to take them into account. All these I got from an article by DC Sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Laugh Out Loud&lt;/strong&gt; (i think this is Me!)&lt;br /&gt;When you laugh, your body pump out endorphins, the chemicals that boost energy and alleviate depression, and the stress hormones will also drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Drink Plenty of Water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to drink 8 glasses of water each day. As long as you keep hydrated, drink water with meals, and when you are thirsty, you are doing just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are In Tune with Nature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can lower stress and promote a sense of well being. Even if you just sit on a park bench for 15 minutes and simply being outdoor is a healing act in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Hang Out with Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are troubled and you unload your burden to your friends, your body and mind will feel lighter as though the problem is solved when in fact it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Eat Vegetables and Fruits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darker and more colorful fruits and vegetables like broccoli, red peppers, blueberries, and banana, the more nutrients they contain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Wash Your Hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flu, colds, and other common illnesses are spread through touching. Wash your hands thoroughly with soap and rub them in warm water for at least 20 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Floss Your Teeth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only you ward off gum disease, you also keep your beautiful smile intact even if you only floss once a week. Research also suggests that having gum disease may increase your odds of cardiovascular disease, stroke and diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Practice Deep Breathing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep breathing cuts stress instantly. Try six slow breaths per minute to lower blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;You Get Enough SleepHaving enough sleep enhances your mood, memory, and problem-solving ability. On an average, seven to eight hours of sleep nightly is ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have a Pet&lt;/strong&gt; (sadly to say i never have pet!)&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how terrible your day was, you forget it as soon as you pet your furry friend. It gives you instant stress reduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Work Your Brain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you keep your brain sharp by learning or doing something new, you promote longevity.&lt;br /&gt;You are Loved Realizing that your family and friends love you, release feel-good chemicals like serotonin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do these things almost every day, but we don't think that they make us a happy person. Think about it, if we are not happy people, we would not bother to take care of ourselves so well, or pay attention to what we do. We just need to have gratitude in small things. In other word, I can say why do we make our life so complicated, right? Just fikir lebih kurang je la kan! We are generally happy people, and we must train our brain to think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-5617442196087001861?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5617442196087001861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=5617442196087001861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5617442196087001861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5617442196087001861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/02/dozen-reasons-you-are-happy-person.html' title='A Dozen Reasons You are a Happy Person'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-9029426402053905874</id><published>2009-02-11T10:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:11:33.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexual harassment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Aderlah satu cerite nk share. Pengalaman paling ngeri jugak la dlm hidup aku. Even aku selalu ade banyak pengalaman yang menakutkan tapi yang ini aku rase phobia n trauma jugakla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kisahnye mcm ni semalam aku dinner dengan family in laws aku la cam biase dekat Medan Melawati tu. Dalam kul 9 lebih gitu after dinner, mama n papa kene g klinik dulu sbb miera (adik ipar aku) sakit mate so aku terpaksa balik dengan botak (adik ipar aku jugak) n along (biras aku @ wife botak) since aku kene amik kete aku dekat umah mentua. so sampai2 rumah mentua aku tu emil pulak buat hal. emil tu anak dieorg la. baby lagi la dah setahun lebih umurnye. budak kecik tu kalau buat hal mmg ganas jugakla. tambah2 pulak along yang tengah sarat mengandung anak kedua tu x larat pulak nak keluar kereta, nak melayan emil lagi. botak masuk umah mentua aku tu sebab nk amik barang so sementara botak dekat dalam umah, aku temankan lah along n melayan emil yang tengah meragam tu sebab kejap lagi dieorg nak balik umah dieorg sendiri kan. emil nak pegi kat kete aku. so aku pun dukung la die ke kereta aku. By the time, aku mcm perasan ade sorang indian guy dok lalu lalang depan kawasan perumahan mentua aku tu mmg aku x syak ape2 sbb aku n along fikir budak2 kawasan umah tu gak saje jalan2 amik angin. aku letak emil dekat driver seat bagik die peluang pegang stereng kete aku tu. ha senyap die sambil gelak duk tekan2 lampu signal la, viper la hon la... aku perati kan die dari pintu kete aku sesambil pegang jugak la tangan die, takut die jatuh! then yang surprise nye bile aku pusing badan aku, indian guy tadi betul2 ade belakang aku. spontan je die cuit bahu aku. aku menjerit macam org kena rogol la! berani die cuit aku kan! indian guy tu terkejut (aku rase die terkejut sbb jeritan aku tu mmg teramat kuat). emil nangis sbb terkejut mak ngah die jerit kuat sgt, along yang di dalam kete tengah tahan2 sakit tu pun kuar dari kete terus die tanye 'ape, kenape kenape?'. hurm budak indian yang tercegat lagi depan aku tu terus blah. pastu kuar la pulak jiran sebelah, bobo, baba fatin n botak pun terlari2 kuar sebab suasana cam kecoh. sebelum blah, budak indian tu bole la kan tunjuk 'anu' die kat aku ngan along! saba je la kan......... pastu botak n bobo g kejar budak india tu n suruh aku,along n emil masuk umah. kelam kabut kiteorg masuk umah siap kunci lagi! aku terus minum air sbb kaki aku mengigil2. emil lak x habis2 nangis. dia cam tau je ape dah jadi! along yang sakit perut sbb die tgh sarat benar nk bersalin tu terus hilang sakitnye.......... after that along call papa n ceritekan ape dah jadi, few minutes after that papa balik, then botak pulak balik. botak ckp die x jumpe budak tu lari dekat mane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;since budak tu x buat pape dekat aku n along so kiteorg x jadik report police. tapi papa dah call kawan die, police area melawati la jugak, suh ronda2 kawasan perumahan tu sbb hari tu pun ade kes ragut pakai parang dekat depan rumah. kene hati2 jugak even kat depan umah sekarang pun dah x selamat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so kiteorg buat kesimpulan, budak laki india tu either gile seks or nk ragut aku sbb mase aku dukung emil aku pegang handbag sekali. mungkin pas dengar jeritan aku x jadik die nak meragut nye kan.(bobo cakap aku jerit satu lorong kawasan perumahan tu dengar ;)) yelah lepas aku jerit tu, terkejut die sampai die sempat nak urut2 dada die, pulak tu si emil lak nangis then dengar pulak suare along lagi minta tolong... ha...tak jadiklah agenda die tu kan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tulah aku rase budak india tu x profesional la nk meragut or nak mencabul ke cam kelakar pun ade... tapi aku rase nak gelak sbrnye bile die tunjukkan anu die tu, cam x kene je tp nasib baik malam kan so xdelah clear mane aku nampak tu! ekekekekekekekekekekekekeke......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;apepun, sampai tengah malam tau kaki aku menggeletar x hilang2. lepas papa suh aku amik air sembayang n bace ayat kursi byk kali baru release seket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so moral of the story, kalau org nak ragut ke, cabul ke atau ape2 cubaan yang merbahaya kan diri jerit kuat2 mcm aku ni ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-9029426402053905874?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/9029426402053905874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=9029426402053905874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/9029426402053905874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/9029426402053905874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/02/sexual-harassment.html' title='sexual harassment'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-2318387015810887788</id><published>2009-02-05T09:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:38:09.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i am alone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10 Things that I did when I felt lonely:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Watching movies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I had watched Bride War at GSC, Slumdog Millionaire, Revolutionary Road and 7 Pounds at home. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Window Shopping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I had surveyed for my glasses at Mid Valley! Will buy it next month :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Smiling &amp;amp; Talking to strangers at the lifts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A makcik had approched me at the office's lift yesterday when I smiled and 'hi' her, she asked me where was the HR Department, seen the office's lift is complicated so I brought the makcik to HR by myself. And she thanked me millions times. Sigh ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Grasping for hugs, but always wanting another hug, I want another one, and another...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hug my bolster every night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Calling someone closer to you regularly!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I called ibu 2 times everday - just to ask what did ayah cook for her on that day! sigh ;) plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; talking to my husband more than 10 times a day via phone not more than 10 minutes, sometimes he called me just to say 'i miss u la' then i replied 'ok la tu' (off course with sparkling smile) and we hang off the phone. After a few hours, I called him back to asked 'what are you doing?', he replied 'keje la syg!' then I said 'ok!' and that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What a simple and weird conversation kan... but we know that we are always remembering each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Calling friends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had called my old collegue during the university's time, Oda and we talked about half an hour. It makes me feel release....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Being strong inside out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part is difficult! People will see me strong in surface because of the character that I possess. Always smile and 'hi' here and there....sigh!&lt;br /&gt;The fact is I am a sensitive person and I am hardly trying my best to be tougher and stronger now....;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Recharging the memories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look over an old albums during my childhood at the hometown and the teenage time at school and campus.....the old memories flaming in my head..it's fun! Ops..i saw my wedding albums as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Hanging out with girlfriends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met fizah and lea last few days ago and it was great! It recharged my batteries! I feel like I have my bestfriends back!&lt;br /&gt;Now, looking forward to date with officemates pulak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Remembering, yes remembering, ALLAH is always here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I realized whenever I'm alone, I pray for more than 5 times a day, which makes me feel good and comfort!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear me don't be sad....&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind to be alone, comfortless and cold as there is a time will come to me to be in that condition in just one blessed day. sigh ;)...Ya..when ALLAH asked Izrail to take me out from this universe and stay in the grave until the day of judgement!!!! Of course I can't asked Famy to accompany me right!&lt;br /&gt;Wah tibe2 rase scary....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-2318387015810887788?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2318387015810887788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=2318387015810887788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2318387015810887788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2318387015810887788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-i-am-alone.html' title='when i am alone....'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-1107097759699462933</id><published>2009-01-21T09:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:49:25.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Mother</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i was visited Lea at her home. She had delivered a little baby boy. What's a surpise when Lea said she managed to deliver her baby in a normal way without epidural :) Lea said "Tuhan je yang tahu betapa sakitnya bersalin ni tapi bile tengok anak sendiri sakit tu tibe2 hilang!" - I knew Lea was saying truth. Knowing her during the campus life, she always strive for her right, focus, helpful and crazy! I still can't believe when looking her pale stunning face napping on the mattress with a little baby boy beside her. Huh, OMG time is changing so fast.... I felt like only yesterday recognizing her in the college! sigh :) &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look's Lea's baby! His name is Danish Darwisy. Isn't he's cute and adorable!? I love his skin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SXZ9WUUikPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PRrmoVNHPqI/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293556234386051314" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SXZ9WUUikPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PRrmoVNHPqI/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SXZ9VpcG0QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7VcsRq5EwN8/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293556222875062530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SXZ9VpcG0QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7VcsRq5EwN8/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SXZ9V_c6MUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Egp1lMkjd4w/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293556228784009538" style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SXZ9V_c6MUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Egp1lMkjd4w/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery... but I guess the hardest part being a mother is nurturing and educate them in a good way!It's not easy as Lea whispered to me "Aku takut sebenarnya nak membesarkan anak, am I be a good mother to Danish?". I smiled and replies "You will!"..... Deepest inside my heart, I can't wait to be a mummy soon! :)&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/1813920207391808280-1107097759699462933?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/1107097759699462933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=1107097759699462933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/1107097759699462933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/1107097759699462933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-mother.html' title='Being a Mother'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SXZ9WUUikPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PRrmoVNHPqI/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-6693703839469377941</id><published>2009-01-15T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:49:27.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sinful act :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did you ever defended your sister so strong you appear rude to your own mother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And it is not a nice feeling to have....:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-6693703839469377941?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6693703839469377941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=6693703839469377941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6693703839469377941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6693703839469377941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-you-ever-defended-your-sister-so.html' title='sinful act :('/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-5421139576735369432</id><published>2009-01-13T11:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:14:34.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuseball &amp; pool + conflict</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Foosball, also known as table football, fusball, fuseball, table soccer, taca-taca, footine or baby foot, is a table-top sport that is based on&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;association football (soccer)."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Definition kat atas ni aku sengaja google sebab aku baru main permainan ni semalam, dengan gya n ila dekat mid valley! Fun tapi kalau aku tahu main lagi fun kot! Terjerit2 je lebih! ekekeke...biasalah aku! ketawa banyak dari main nye pun! aku cam teruja jugak sebab biasenye mase kat uia dulu aku just tengok member2 foreigner main kat kiteorg punye kolej, x rase teringin nak join sebab biasenye yang suke chop table soccer tu orang2 arab so dieorg kan mcm agak2 perkasa gitu..... so mmg xde intention la aku nk menyebok ikut main same! sekadar jeling2 n usha2 je! tapi fun gak rupenye! i should try it again! aku bisik dlm hati nanti aku mesti dtg lagi! kos permainan ni pun murah je, 2 games 4 hengget! mmg ikut 'par' la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Berbalik ke citer main fuseball ni, gya kate nak main lagi so bile kiteorg nak continue adela pulak pak2 arab yang dah sibuk menunggu turn kat table fuseball tu, aku cam ralat je patut pun dieorg sibuk je mase kiteorg tgh syok main rupenye menunggu turn! Then Ila buat decision nk blanje main pool! Walala.... There was another game yang aku rase aku main bersungguh2 (even x score pun)! ekekekkeke ;) yang paling aku suke part Ila main pool pakai baju kurung, Ila please take note ok, I'm not trying to make fun of it tapi aku sangat suka n bangga ade member yang selamba macam ko, give 5 la Ila! Time Ila nak pegang kayu pool tu aku rase ade kelembutan di sebalik keganasan itu! Gadis melayu gitu! aku rase kiteorg jadi perhatian dekat situ. yang main pool kat situ stock bebudak sekolah n mat rempit plus ade jugak mat salleh tetibe group kiteorg bertiga masuk hurm cam semua pepandang gitu. tapi aku rase org bukannye capture pasal Ila main pool pakai baju kurung, tapi pasal cara aku pegang kayu pool tu kot... Pool boy kat situ cam tergelak gitu... Ala2 macam nak sodok bendasing tersangkut kat sink! hahahhahahahaha... aku rase la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;at last pool boy tu ajar kiteorg cara nak main dengan betul! menyesal lak jarang temankan Famy main snoker or pool dulu, kalau tak mesti aku dah exempted! kalau tak exempted at least cara aku pegang kayu dah betul la! ekekekekke....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;lepas main pool, Ila chow dulu sbb nak jumpe mak die dari T'ganu. aku n Gya g makan dekat Carl's Jr Burger. Punyerla sedap fries die! Burger pun stok kenyang sampai pagi la jwbnye! big n delicious! Thanks Gya bagi aku explore bende2 baru dlm hidup! Sigh ;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;pas makan, terpegi tgk wayang la pulak... ekekekeke... 4 Christmases! Citer die so-so la tapi aku jadi eager nak tgk sbb ade reese witherspoon tu, yang part vince vaughn tu aku cam letih sket sbb dari dulu aku perhatikan cara die ckp meng'annoying' kan... pada aku la... ekekekekkekekke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;overall aku cam rase best sbb smlm aku buat bende yang aku rase boleh membuatkan aku 'hidup'! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~aku tak kan biarkan konflik dalam satu sudut hidup aku tu menganggu gugat pemikiran dan emosi aku...aku rase dengan cara macam ni aku akan lari sekuat yang aku mampu untuk mengelak nya.. i choose to avoid and avoid and avoid...rather than say it frankly because it's hurting~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-5421139576735369432?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5421139576735369432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=5421139576735369432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5421139576735369432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5421139576735369432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/01/foosball-also-known-as-table-football.html' title='fuseball &amp; pool + conflict'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-3723300591937583522</id><published>2009-01-09T16:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:12:39.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kisah minggu ke-2 bulan Februari</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;citer 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aku mmg terkenal di kalangan ahli keluarga dan teman sekolah pasal aku yang memang penakut dengan&lt;/span&gt; lipas. Jangan la tunjuk bende alah binatang tu kat aku punyer la menjerit jerit mcm kene sawan. Kisahnye mase aku sekolah rendah dulu pergilah umah auntie dekat JB, umah die dulu tu mmg banyak lipas!(skrg duduk umah lain yg lagi upgrade la). Mule2 tu aku x brape kisah sangat sbb bende binatang tu sekadar merayap2 x kacau pun hidup aku. Tapi bile satu hari tu sedang aku mandi kat bilik air, boleh tak 3,4 ekor bende alah binatang tu boleh terjatuh dari dinding n landing kat badan aku..... uisskkkkkkk.... geli geleman sbb dah rase pergerakan kaki dieorg tu kat kulit aku yang mulus ni ;) maklumlah mase tu budak lagi mandi pun manelah reti nak berkemban ke ape ke kan so mmg terang2 la aku rase bende binatang tu nampak setiap urat tubuh badan aku yang sunti dulu tu... hahahhaha.... tapi mmg betul aku kuar kosong gitu mase bende alah binatang tu jatuh kat badan aku.... menjerit2 suh auntie aku halaukan bende alah binatang tu.. Ya ampun sampai sekarang aku boleh ingat rasenye bile kulit aku berlaga dengan kaki bende alah binatang tu... huh, mcm ntah lah mcm kene cabul je kort! ekekekke... sejak itu aku mmg pangkah bende alah binatang tu! giler psycho ni! aku mmg sungguh2 geli dengan bende alah binatang tu! uiskkkk....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so nak dikaitkan dengan kisah aku ni, bende alah binatang tu aku asyik terserampak je kat aprtment umah aku since minggu ni. Memule ade kat dinding hall, aku menjerit! pastu ade kat bilik semayang, aku menjerit lagi! pastu kat bilik air, skali lagi aku menjerit! Pastu boleh pulak jumpe dekat bilik tido aku, kali ni aku menangis! merayu2 mintak siT* halaukan.... bile siT* dah halaukan die boleh lak sound kat aku 'tulah ko x tutup tingkap nak tido, lipas ni masuklah umah'! panasssssss je aku dengar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;OOOOOOOOOoooo yang die tu x tutup pintu dapur, x tutup pintu hall...x tutup tingkap bilik die xpe lak! nak sound2 aku lak! mmg lah ko jarang bukak tingkap bilik ko sbb bilik ko air cond! bilik aku kalau x bukak tingkap x ke hapak masam bau die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tapi aku x tercakap pun ayat tu kat die... aku jadik bengang terus kuncikan diri dalam bilik! lagi teruk rupenye aku menangis! menangis kene sound pasal bende alah binatang tu! mmg stupid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;citer 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aku cam bengang je dengan boss aku... aku tgk email pun dah senget mcm ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SWcT8VEweFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E_v98Z5Mq2Y/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289218214540114002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SWcT8VEweFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E_v98Z5Mq2Y/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;citer 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;aku terhappy bile kuar ngan budak2 ni... hurm..you all make my day la! Gya, Ennie &amp;amp; Ila... thanks sebab..... sebab tulah thanks sebab ajak aku kuar la.. (jadi blushing lak!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SWcTSW9DOuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/w5TjEcVwn7A/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289217493490154210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SWcTSW9DOuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/w5TjEcVwn7A/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SWcTS71EDvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7fDPlz-_coc/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289217503388765938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SWcTS71EDvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7fDPlz-_coc/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-3723300591937583522?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3723300591937583522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=3723300591937583522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3723300591937583522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3723300591937583522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/01/kisah-minggu-ke-2-bulan-februari.html' title='kisah minggu ke-2 bulan Februari'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SWcT8VEweFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E_v98Z5Mq2Y/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-3635487248589986392</id><published>2009-01-05T09:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:47:34.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedication to myself and friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Forget past mistakes. Forget failures. Forget everything except what you're going to do &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;do it&lt;/strong&gt;" -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku rase tahun 2009 nanti tahun mencabar kot buat aku! yela why am I said like that? Sebab masuk2 tahun 2009, wallet famy hilang kene ragut! Habis credit card and ATM Banks and few important documents dalam wallet die tu lesap! Then.....kereta kembara pulak hilang... 4 pasang kasut, blouse MNG, MAC n Clinique Make up and CD gambar reception aku pun hilang jugak! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bile pikir semula penangannye macam kene hempap sebijik batu yang besar macam kereta MPV je rasenye...... aku terpenyek n tertimbus sikit ke dalam tanah! Ibaratnye macam tu laaa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kan ke ujian tu kan? i feel good when i think it was a sign from God! Tuhan nak beri peringatan tentang kealpaan aku tu! Possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi pedulik ape aku tentang cabaran dan dugaan.... aku rase Insyallah aku kuat n tetap redha n redha n redha...sebagaimana aku redha cara hidup aku n famy yang style 'weekly spouse' ni!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As stated in the above statement, i believe that i must forget all the nigthmares, mistakes, failures and those slip up things......by follows the flow of life... bunyinye mcm xde wawasan je tapi tulah sekarang yang penting kene pentingkan bende yang penting dulu! ekekekeke......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-3635487248589986392?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3635487248589986392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=3635487248589986392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3635487248589986392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3635487248589986392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2009/01/dedication-to-myslef-and-friends.html' title='dedication to myself and friends!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-6890191016844907421</id><published>2008-12-31T11:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:22:34.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye 2008.....welcome 2009!</title><content type='html'>Diam x diam aku dah di penghujung 2008! Macam x caye, dah setahun aku di TM, aku rase macam baru lagi....tapi dalam mase setahun di tempat keje baru ni banyak jugak pengalaman kerja yang aku dapat..lain dari yang lain mase aku kat Tuna Port dulu! Tapi yang penting tahun 2008 telah banyak mengubah diri dan persepsi hidup aku.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awal tahun 2008, aku rase start January sampai May aku dah sibuk2 buat preparation kahwin! Huh, penat dan tension lagi banyak dari seronok! Tapi yang seronoknya aku banyak uruskan sendiri soal door gift, puas hati aku sebab aku berusaha sendiri glue kan reben dekat door gift tu semua! Tapi syukur sangat2 sebab semuanye berjalan lancar dan aku selamat pun menjadi isteri kepada Mohd Fahmie Idzul Mohd Rodzi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 bulan melayari bahtera dengan Famy, macam2 bende aku dah experienced! bukan aje experience how to be a good wife, tapi how to be a good listener, how to share things with people, how to adapt new invironment, how to be more patient, how to communicate with others in a better way, how to control anger, how to be independent and banyak lah lagi segala macam 'how' yang aku belajar dan terus belajar........ Cuma harapan aku biarlah perkahwinan ini yang pertama dan terakhir buat aku dan semoga kasih sayang aku dan Famy tak pernah berubah... ameen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So conlusionnye, tahun 2008 banyak mengubah jalan hidup aku.... dari seorang gadis biasa, menjadi seorang isteri kepada seorang engineer yang aku kene jumpe 2 minggu sekali in average! Plus aku bekerja di sebuah company yang aku rase boleh bertahan di waktu recession (diramalkan berlaku pd tahun 2009 nanti)...... Paling penting, tahun 2008 buat aku jadi lebih berdikari dan focus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk 2009 pulak nanti...aku dah tanamkan beberapa azam. tapi xnak la reveal dekat sini.. biar aku simpan dalam hati. Overall, aku harapkan 2009 nanti rezeki aku n famy melimpah ruah dan selamat lah segala2nya nanti... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-6890191016844907421?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6890191016844907421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=6890191016844907421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6890191016844907421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6890191016844907421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-2009.html' title='bye bye 2008.....welcome 2009!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-4210782014267456236</id><published>2008-12-23T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:46:48.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seksanyer menunggu.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;semalam aku plan sendiri2 nak buat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. nak singgah MPH- nak beli novel 'new moon' by stephenie meyer.&lt;br /&gt;2. nak singgah watson.&lt;br /&gt;3. relax2 dalam bilik je....&lt;br /&gt;4. tunggu famy call....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;items no. 1 sampai 3 aku dah completedkan. Berjaya jugak aku dapatkan novel 'new moon'! tu pun dah paras nyawa2 ikan dah tau! twillight series lain tu semua dah sold out! yang ade pun semua customers dah tempah since the past 3 months! huhuhuhu....nampaknye kalau aku nak bace twillight series yang lain2 tu aku kene order lah, tp yang pasti not now la! sbb banyak lagi bende aku nak beli...takut budget lari la pulak nanti! apepun yang new moon ni kene habis bace dulu la kan.... malam tadi sambil lepak2 dalam bilik aku dah habiskan 3 chapters je dulu sebabnye aku rase first2 chapter ni macam slow seket! tapi Insyallah kot malam ni aku akan cuba habiskan bace 5 chapters lagi ke kan! huhuhuhuhu.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SVBC6TDL_OI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ipfCQvWATy0/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282795932219079906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SVBC6TDL_OI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ipfCQvWATy0/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tunggu famy call sampai pukul 11 lebih, biasenye the last choper arrive helibase is around 11.30 pm! aku rase famy kene bound dekat platform ni lagi kot! aku call Das (his officemate) to ensure la... Das inform famy turun esok (which means hari ni). so aku cam lega la seket sbb risau jugak bahaya kan kalau memalam ni naik choper mcm x safe je nanti! hurm xpelah aku tunggu hari ni je la....... hopefully famy turun hari ni kan sebab rindu aku dekat die dah paras maximum dah tak terlarat nak tanggung dah ni!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-4210782014267456236?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4210782014267456236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=4210782014267456236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4210782014267456236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4210782014267456236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/12/seksanyer-menunggu.html' title='seksanyer menunggu.....'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SVBC6TDL_OI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ipfCQvWATy0/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-3928408241641932697</id><published>2008-12-22T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:36:55.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, monday!</title><content type='html'>weekend hari tu (sabtu n ahad) aderlah jugak aktiviti aku bile famy tak balik KL. terisi la jugak mase aku instead of balik kg or sleep...sleep n sleep...... sigh;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sabtu (20/12/08)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malam tu aku tido umah gya n ila..sebabnye balik dah lewat from redbox! dah macam pegi clubing jadinye dah..memasing buat show! tapi overall enjoy la sesgt! tapi aku nk nyanyi lagu ABBA - i have a dream tu tak sempat so next time aku mesti pulun nyanyi lagu tu la first2... hahahhaha...tgk tu siap dah pikir nak nyanyi lagu ape dah bile nak g karaoke lagi tu! punyerla advance aku ni kan. sigh ;)&lt;br /&gt;aku bangun pukul 6.45 am kat rumah gya, solat subuh then tido semula dalam kul 8.00 am gitu aku bangun semula. mandi2 n siap2 nak balik umah! kalau tak berjanji dengan mama n papa nak pegi wedding mau taknnye aku keraskan badan nak bangun dari katil ikea ila tu! wah, selesa je aku tido kat situ..... thanks ila sudi menaja tempat tido aku malam tu!&lt;br /&gt;mase aku nk kejutkan gya minta gya tolong bukakan pintu rumah, cam tak sampai hati je! penat gya kene bangun, al maklumlah buat show malam tadi kan....dengan muke 'sebebe' tapi maintain cute la hehehhehe gya buka kan jugak pintu umah n hantar aku sampai pintu! cian gya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sampai melawati takdelah lame sangat, makan mase 20 mint je. traffic pun lengang je! aku balik legacy dulu sebelum ke rumah mama. konon2nye nak buat laundry dulu la tup2 aku namapk katil aku tu cam kemas sangat so aku pun terbaring la dulu kat situ... biler dah namenye 'terbaring' tu maka terlelap la sebentar. hahahhahahaha...amik ko bantai sampai pukul 11 am baru sedar! itupun mama call kalau tak terlajak lagi! knowing farahida yang mmg cukup suke tido i think mama ok je kot.. sigh ;) cool la mak mentua aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku balik wedding kat Lenggeng, N9 tu dalam kyl 5 ptg jugakla sebabnye macam2 persinggahan yang kiteorg transit dulu... mujurlah aku ni mengekor je la... kalau famy ade mmg sah2 aku suh famy balik cepat, xyah singgah memane kan! ni nk singgah amik pucuk ubi la, nak singgah umah Nenek Gadis la (mmg name nenek tu Gadis ok, dont get confuse), nak singgah Kg Kapal la.. bla.. bla..bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam- mama masak rendang pucuk ubi ayam kg. aku x pernah taste masakan minang tu tapi bile aku dah taste aku rase tak sesia aku tunggu mama petik pucuk ubi dekat Kg Kapal tu ha.. kalau tak, xdelah aku merase makan style masak org minang tu! Not bad la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku masuk tido around 11 pm...... sambil tido sambil aku mimpi famy... rindu sesangat dengan suami aku tu! aku tido umah mama malam tu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahad (21/12/08)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas subuh aku rase aku bangun awal la jugak untuk hari ahad tu, kul 9.30 am ;) tu pun lepas dengar kasut bunyi2 emil cit cut cit cut... bising! aku ngintai kat tepi tingkap dari atas, nampak jelas badan kemetot budak kecik tu jalan terkedek2 sambil dipimpin papa! hahahah... terus aku tak jadik tido, bangun terus dari katil then g bilik air n mandi!&lt;br /&gt;takde ape pun yang special hari ahad tu. rutin mcm biase! breakfast dekat turkah, shopping barang dapur dekat nsk n buatlah aktiviti memasak bersama keluarga. aku nengok botak and along, aku jadi rindu yang amat sangat dengan famy........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak sabar tunggu die balik hari nie..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;isnin (22/12/08)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh monday! aku percaye hari isnin hari yang liat nak memulakan kerja! balik kerja nanti:&lt;br /&gt;1. nak singgah MPH- nak beli novel 'new moon' by stephenie meyer.&lt;br /&gt;2. nak singgah watson.&lt;br /&gt;3. relax2 dalam bilik je....&lt;br /&gt;4. tunggu famy call....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-3928408241641932697?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3928408241641932697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=3928408241641932697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3928408241641932697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3928408241641932697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-monday.html' title='oh, monday!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-7569456868474494155</id><published>2008-12-19T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:03:10.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bile pressure.....</title><content type='html'>hari ni aku rase ok and lega dari semalam. Release segala kekusutan. Aku sangat2 beruntung sebab famy sangat2 memahami aku... Hari ni die pulak yang kejutkan aku subuh sbbnye die bangun awal nak kene check in kat helibase around 6 am! Famy off shore around 4/5 days gitu, means this week he will not be around KL.. aku plan nak balik kg aje tp pikir2 semule next week nye aku nak ikut ibu g penang so rase cam buat dua kali keje je nanti, so aku batalkan aje niat nak melepak kg minggu ni! Mama ajak g Lenggeng ade wedding sabtu ni so InsyAllah aku pegi kot!&lt;br /&gt;Tapi the best part malam ni aku, gya, ennie n ila dah janji nk dinner dekat restoran cheng ho n then pegi karakoke! aku dah book dah redbox malam ni, so plan2 nye after makan dekat cheng ho we all nak test vocal lak dekat redbox sogo... wah meriah gitu kuar dengan kengkawan bujang! aku pun da lame x happy2 dengan girlfriend ni sejak kawen... mujur pagi tadi sempat mintak izin famy nak kuar ngan gya so bile famy bagik green lite je melonjak kegirangan la aku (bak kate lagu pet wonderland tu...yang penting, 'kerjasama'!) oppss...tak related pun tapi saje je nk masuk kan perkataan 'kerjasama' tu...hehehehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak tau kenape hari ni bersemangat sket dari smlm.... aku nengok langit pagi tadi mase drive nak g offce pun biru die ceria semacam, same ceria dengan 'sengehan' aku... hehehhe.&lt;br /&gt;Agknyer PCM dah lepas dah kot plus aku rase lega dengan segala beban dekat dada ni dah terlepas semalam. Perasaannye punyerlah seksa sampai aku rase macam... macam.. macam...ha...macam orang cekik leher aku  lepas tu tibe2 ade orang lain datang tolong tarik tangan orang yang cekik aku tu ke tepi, fuhhh..... mcm terlepas dari maut la kirenye! Tak best la pulak aku citer detail ape yang menyerabutkan fikiran aku semalam tapi antara sebab2 lain pun pasal keje pun iyer, so aku rase tersgtlah pressure sampai pandang muke en mok nk minta product update pun meleleh je air mate aku.. mulut tak cakap ape2 ni tapi menitis je pulak air mate kat pipi... kelam kabut en mok tu tanya apsal aku nangis...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so moral of the story, aku recommend kan kalau kawan2 aku dalam keadaan pressure, aku rase the best way, talk to someone, take wuduk, solat then sleep earlier.......... so that when you wake up in the next morning, you will feel like you're born again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst:/ tak sabar nak kuar dengan kawan2 malam ni...;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-7569456868474494155?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7569456868474494155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=7569456868474494155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7569456868474494155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7569456868474494155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/12/bile-pressure.html' title='bile pressure.....'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-4353008896414163395</id><published>2008-12-16T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:28:29.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PPM @ PJ Hilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah makan2.... cube teka mane satu aku punyer dishes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SUd0R0Ug50I/AAAAAAAAAGo/FRcN6xj0USU/s320/PC160104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SUd0SJx2NzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/33ZrKbES6nI/s1600-h/PC160102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280316943326656306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SUd0SJx2NzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/33ZrKbES6nI/s320/PC160102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1813920207391808280-4353008896414163395?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4353008896414163395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=4353008896414163395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4353008896414163395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4353008896414163395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/12/ppm-pj-hilton.html' title='PPM @ PJ Hilton'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SUd0Qz2dLKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PWM5D4LmXqQ/s72-c/PC160108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-2813800240186355571</id><published>2008-12-11T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:50:13.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>salam adha, Datin Rock vs. Robert &amp; Perfect Couple Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;salam adha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku balik kg on the friday, 5th dec after works. Ramai la pulak x dtg opis ni so aku balik awal, plus aku ade training dkt MMC sbrnye... ;) tp mmg malas nk duk opis ni pun! after waiting for angah,n kemas2 ape yg patut, aku, famy together with angah pun berangkat la ke segamat untuk menyambut aidiladha. punyerla banyak kereta bertali arus dekat highway tu, sampai nk potong pun x boleh! so we all decide nk lepak n minum2 dulu dekat R&amp;amp;R Seremban, dalam kul 10 gitu sambung balik perjalanan ke segamat. we all ikut exit simpang empat-tampin. masuk je jalan kampung tu lega seket sbb kenderaan dah mcm kurang! aku x tido la pulak as usual, duk sembang2 n melawak dengan famy! angah kejap je join pastu dah berlayar da! ;)&lt;br /&gt;sampai umah around 1 am jugakla, ibu tak tido lagi, menunggu anak2 n menantu balik katekan!!ayah da lame da tido! x banyak nak sembang2 pun dgn ibu sbb memasing mcm letih so aku n famy mengundurkan diri nk tido dulu (kekononnye la) padahal nk dekat kul 2 pagi jugaklah kiteorg betul2 lelap! ade je show2 lawak kiteorg yg buat aku nk gelak! nak massage famy la x jd massage jd terkarate la pulak! n ade lagi bende2 lucu nyer..(x bole la aku nak revail lelebih tp memang lawak arrr). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;sudah esoknya kiteorg terjaga lewat! kelam kabut aku nak bukak mate sbb da janji dengan ibu nak teman g pasar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Datin Rock vs. Robert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh lupe pulak nk citer kat atas tu, actually aku n famy nak balik kg ni bukan 100% becos of the aidiladha itself...sbrnya bakal mother-in-law angah nk dtg umah, nk discuss n tetapkan date untuk wedding angah n amid next year! so..coincedently, mama n papa nk join jugak dtg segamat sbb nye nk tolong masak tempoyak daun tu (requested by aku la) heheheh masakan tempoyak daun mama mmg tiada tandingannyela! campur pulak petai... fuhh.. very tempted! (tempeted tang tekak aku la kan). dalam kul 10 gitu mama n papa sampai segamat..then tolong masak2 ape semua, lebih kurang nk ke pukul 5 pm gitu, barulah rombongan Datin Rock sampai. satu kereta je aku nengok, nampak auntie ha n acik amid (aku recognise dieorang pun mase engagement angah hr tu).&lt;br /&gt;as i said before, semua orang tempted dengan tempoyak daun mama tu! hehehehhe..... then laksa johor ibu pun mendapat permintaan yang tinggi jugak! mmg kene dengan selera dieorang petang2 hari tu! laksa johor ibu mmg superb!ditambah pulak dengan sambal belacan hasil air tangan aku ;) hehehehhehehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;lepas makan2 semua, sessi discusion yang tak formal pun berlangsung! this time around mmg xde pantun2 la mcm mase engagement dulu tu... hahahahhahaha... (teringat mase majlis merisik aku lagi otai, siap stop kejap sbb nak tau sape terkuar dalam AF) this time, asyik nk gelak2 je sbb lawak papa together with lawak datin rock! aderlah satu cerite nk share macamane papa bole dapat gelaran 'robert'. al-kisahnya berlaku since datin rock ade send interesting sms pasal haji dekat ayah, papa pun nk jugak that sms so he asked datin rock to send the sms to him too...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;'ha apa nomboq hang?' - sempoi je datin rock tanye papa macam dah lame kenai, padahal baru hari tu 1st time jumpe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'012 xxxxxx - robert' - muke datin rock yang dah nampak kerepot2 tu terus jadi kelat &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'robert? pungkok hang la... muka mamu ade hati nak jadik robert!' - semua orang dekat living hall tu bantai gelak sampai aku ngan famy tertahan2 nak terkencing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;actually statement datin rock tu nampak cynical n average tapi the way she expressed her facial expression (afther heard papa perkenalkan name as 'robert') was looks funny! sbb datin rock ni 1sttime aku jumpe dia mcm garang2 gitu n looks tegas so x expect la die boleh buat funny face!taraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa................... after all then, semua orang panggil papa, robert la pulak!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfect Couple Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;hari ni aku car pool dengan famy to ofis since famy ade training dekat puchong! actually bukan hari ni pun, dah semalam dah start! wah.......bestnyerrrrrr..... terase perfectnye hidup aku as a wife minggu ni sebab lame sikit berkepit dengan laki sendiri! (mcm teruk sgt je hidup aku dengan famy kan bunyi gayenye) idaklah teruk mane, cuma rase sedikit perfect n ceria la sikit compare to jumpe weekend je kan! famy pun nampak happy exclude merungut pasal jammed between nak ke puchong and bangsar to pick me up! pada aku xdelah jammed mane, ok n moving jugak since minggu ni cuti sekolah plus orang ramai tak balik dari kampung lagi kan so xdelah teruk sgt mcm selalu. maybe famy da biasa duk Kerteh yang x pernah jammed tu kot! (laki aku ni name je origional from KL tapi cara n livinghood die sejak dulu bukan mcm org KL) hehe...tu yang aku terpikat tu!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okla... what a perfect couple day this week ya! yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-2813800240186355571?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2813800240186355571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=2813800240186355571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2813800240186355571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2813800240186355571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/12/salam-adha-datin-rock-vs-robert-perfect.html' title='salam adha, Datin Rock vs. Robert &amp; Perfect Couple Day'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-4954636800099542059</id><published>2008-12-07T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:33:09.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tanah runtuh @ BA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/STqpFkXQW-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Eao6cRee27Y/s1600-h/tanah_new_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276715826543614946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/STqpFkXQW-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Eao6cRee27Y/s320/tanah_new_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/STqo04zPJOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/O_oDgeAELL0/s1600-h/tanah_new_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276715539971908834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/STqo04zPJOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/O_oDgeAELL0/s320/tanah_new_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/STqo0kRWUZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nN8RuEa1514/s1600-h/musnah_tv3_dua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276715534461063570" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/STqo0kRWUZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nN8RuEa1514/s320/musnah_tv3_dua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al- fatihah untuk saudara2 Islam kita yang terkorban di dalam bencana tanah runtuh di Bukit Antarabangsa (5 mint from my living area).......;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1813920207391808280-4954636800099542059?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4954636800099542059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=4954636800099542059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4954636800099542059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4954636800099542059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/12/tanah-runtuh-ba.html' title='tanah runtuh @ BA'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/STqpFkXQW-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Eao6cRee27Y/s72-c/tanah_new_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-2332002862368613814</id><published>2008-12-02T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:52:11.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kalut n panicky!</title><content type='html'>As stated in Kamus Dewan, '&lt;em&gt;kalut'&lt;/em&gt; means tidak tenteram (keadaan dlm negeri dll); tidak aman; kacau; &lt;strong&gt;huru-hara&lt;/strong&gt;: Meanwhile panicky, as mentioned in Oxford Dictionary means 1. a sudden overwhelming fear, with or without cause, that produces hysterical or irrational behavior, and that often spreads quickly through a group of persons or animals 2. &lt;strong&gt;an instance, outbreak, or period of such fear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me these 2 words provided same interpretations, which closer to my bad attitude! People who knowing me they will knew, I'm a very 'kalut' n panicky person! Sigh :) Still remembered when I did asked famy to give 3 words that can describe about myself in front of his eyes. Immediately he answered 1. manja 2.funny 3.panicky! I laughed and laughed, deeper inside my heart, I'm totally agreed on his 3rd description!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was such a bad day, which closer related to my kalut attitude. The story began when I planned to hang around at Mid Valley after office hour alone, just looking for my home stuffs. Since I'm alone, I wondering to go for window shopping la kan! Sambil menyelam minum air! For me, walking alone is a theraphy so I dont mind being alone while entering one shop to another.&lt;br /&gt;After went to Elle, I entered Soda, then I went to Hinode, Jusco, Leather Shop and few other boutiques la. (Aha, dont get wrong ya, not to shop! cuci mate sambil survey price je ;p sigh). After bought something at Bonita, I was walking to the G floor then, my eyes was automatically captured on the 50% less at Hush Puppies Boutiques near by the escalator. Ahak! I'm admiring one design of black shoes there. It's been categorized in a high heel but the heel looks not so high and not so flat (if flat it can be categorized as wedges kan?) so the design for me quit different and the most important thing it's damn comfort and I don't feel any painful when I tried it before. So, looking around the boutique, finally I saw the shoes! OMG, there only  10% less and the actual price is around RM2 hundred something! Nak jejak ke RM3 hundred jugak la, kalau less 10% still around RM2 hundred jugak la..... I thought I can get the shoes around RM1 hundreed or RM99 only! ekekekkekekekke..... Since I had bought a handbag from US this month, so I think better not to buy the shoes otherwise I will stuck, to explain where my money had gone with famy later! (famy knows better about my 'keborosan') ekekekeke.... But, I still have a desire to try the shoes again, when I had done some cat walk in front of the mirror, I tag off la the shoes and wanted to put it back to the display area, and suddenly guess what? Entah macamane la suweynye tangan aku ni, kasut tu terjatuh la pulak dari tingkat display area tu then ter'effect' la pulak kasut2 lain yang di display in the same area there. Gosh... kelam kabut la aku! mengangkat kasut2 yang dah jatuh tu ke tempat asalnya. The worst part, the whole of the people were staring at me! And the salesgirls there pun keep looking at me without helping me to put back the shoes at the proper places. Perhaps, the girls tu shocked kot becos of the hentakan kasut2 tu jatuh were quit loud! Bertambah2 la kemaluan aku ni ha! Malu wooo....... and my mouth never stop to apologize. 'So sorry ya...sorry semua...I x sengaja! Sorry....Sorry........ Sorry'... (sambil tangan tu menyusun semula kasut2 tu) Kuat pulak tu suara aku! aku pun x sure mane aku dpt keberanian ckp mcm tu sedangkan muka ni dah berinci tebalnya malu!&lt;br /&gt;After putting the shoes properly at their places, I immediately take the shoes that I admired tu AGAIN and asked a salegirl there to search for my size (kekonon nk cover malu la). then.......i did a cat walk for the 2nd time (this time with more confidence face ;))...and asked if there is white color stocks? and she said only have black and brown, neither white! then you guys know what was i said? ' hurm, actually i'm searching for a white color la dear, never mind la, nanti &lt;strong&gt;i dtg lagi k&lt;/strong&gt;, thank you'... ha? &lt;strong&gt;nanti i dtg lagi k&lt;/strong&gt;? that words? seem like i was using the wrong words la pulak! aku? nak dtg lagi? malu daaaa ni........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is whispering 'ko ni mmg kalut malut..panicky.....la minah!'.......&lt;br /&gt;sumpah aku sendiri dalam hati!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the conclusion is I need to realize on the meaning of the word 'kalut' and panicky esspecially those which I had bold tu. (refer to the 1st paragraph) Hahahahha...the meanings are exactly zasshh pointed at me! If I could asked the Kamus Dewan and the Oxford Dic to change the meaning of those words......... should be fine then! sigh ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so moral of the story, kalau dah tau diri tu rendah, jangan pepandai nak amik kasut yang di display di tempat yang tinggi tu sendiri, minta tolong pekerja kedai tu amik kan! ha..... after all jadikla nasib mcm aku ni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-2332002862368613814?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2332002862368613814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=2332002862368613814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2332002862368613814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2332002862368613814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/12/kalut-n-panicky.html' title='kalut n panicky!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-8526056583297717319</id><published>2008-11-30T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:54:49.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kisah pada pukul 1.09 pagi!</title><content type='html'>sambil nk buat entries blog ni....aku jeling2 tgk bola...aston villa vs fullham! ntah x brape nk tgk sgt sbb aku bukan la kaki bola...aku tau betul2 pasal bola pun lepas kawin dulu! tu pun sbb famy hantu bola..giler fanatik dgn Liverpool die tu...baru la aku tau name2 football player yg famous2! steven gerald la...torres la...kuyt la... itu pun yg team Liverpool je...team lain? hampehh...&lt;br /&gt;berbalik ke citer jeling2 bola ni, suppose aku kene tido sbb jap lagi nak kejutkan famy. he's suppose going back to kerteh around 3 am ni! so kononnye nk tgk bola la n sambil relax2.. rupe2nye zassshhhhhh....mate da tutup, bunyi kriung kriang kriung kriang.... dah tido la tu! kriung kriang tu bunyi dengkuran die la..ekekekkeke... lame2 bingit plak kat telinga aku, terus potong waktu ngantuk aku, so aku pun bukak la laptop miera kekonon nak update la blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;famy bgtau td his friend, kent ade offer keja baru dkt shah alam...still is in the oil n gas area, tp famy kene buat sale jugakla..that's y offer dekat shah alam sbb based company tu kat shah alam, but most of the projects are in kerteh! hurm....company tu xdela segah mcm Petronas tp iyerla sampai bile famy nk keje kat sane mcm bujang2 dulu... die pun aku faham mesti risaukan aku, mesti nak ade perasaan hidup berumah tangga mcm org lain...mesti la nk hidup normal mcm org kebykan lain....ya...nak jugak merasa masakan isteri die ni waktu balik keje, nak jugak lepas keje duk lepak dgn bini kat kedai mamak ke....nak jugak la die rase meredah jammed waktu pepagi hanta bini g keje ke.... and yg paling penting aku tau die jugak rase bende yg same, nak sentiasa berada di depan mate aku.....so 90% my heart whispering that he will apply for that position!&lt;br /&gt;tiap hari aku doa semoga Tuhan tunjukkan jalan yg baik untuk aku n famy. Tuhan kan maha adil, HE knows more than me... DIA tahu ape yg terbaik untuk setiap hamba Nya. And sepanjang jadi weekly spouse ni, banyak bende yg aku belajar. It's like a signal from GOD for me to be changed! Ya..changing to be a better person! aku rase aku lebih berdikari, tabah n sabar compared tu dulu. Ya...aku rase bersyukur sbb jalan hidup yg aku lalui tidaklah terlalu berliku mcm org lain.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, i never been in a difficult way before. Alhamdulillah, since baby aku ade ibu n ayah yang membesarkan aku dgn baik sekali, segala kemahuan aku walau tak 100% dipenuhi tp cukup untuk menjadikan aku seorang anak yang beruntung sekali. Mase sekolah pun x banyak cabaran maha hebat yang aku tempuhi kecuali bila ibu pergi kursus pengajar jururawat dulu la. aku rase cam lonely n stress sbb mase tu umur aku baru tingkatan 2 tapi aku dah amik alih keje ibu dekat umah, ya....bangun seawal 5.30 pagi, mandi..prepare breakfast untuk adik2, n masak nasi untuk tengahari sbb aku balik sekolah lewat sambung terus sekolah agama. so kalau masak nasi awal tu senang adik2 nak makan, lauk? lauk ayah beli. kadang2 ayah selalu on call so bile ayah kene keje tu aku tinggal bertiga je dgn adik2. mase tu bayangkan la angah pun kecik lagi n adik stil lagi baby! tp perhaps bagi korang xdela seperit mane kan, tp aku rase itu cabaran hebat jugaklah dlm hidup aku. :) mase kat matriks n universiti, lagi la senang hidup aku. susah pun waktu quiz, assignment, exam, lab testing or event project...yg lelain pun x berape nk berliku? duit? xdelah sampai tak makan. kalau duit scholar da habis, ehsan ibu ayah dah sgt2 membantu! transport? huhuhuhu jgn ckpla, jarang aku naik bus, kadang2 tu ayah bagi kereta bawak balik kampus, kadang2 tu nak kemane2 call je boipren2 ekeekkekekekke....... senang hidup aku time tu! paling seksa dan menyakitkan pun mase aku broke up dgn sorang mamat sengal ni (mujur tak kawin dgn die).... mase tu aku rase mcm hati aku dihiris2 dadu pastu terus kene tumis dekat kuali. woooo putus cinta aku dulu kira mcm dlm drama la...percaye tak aku tgh nk makan pun air mate bole meleleh jatuh dekat nasi aku makan tu, bile aku suap rase nasi tu memasin sikit...... rupenye aku mkn nasi xde lauk!kekonon parah robek hati aku la... pastu bile aku jumpe famy, baru recover balik sakit tu (he's always the best in my heart).... and then lepas grade pun, aku menganggur kat umah seminggu, aku dapat keje dekat mitp, kl sentral tu senang je..Alhamdullilah senang... dah almost setahun keje dekat situ, baru aku teringat nk hantar final result aku dkt TM since TM dah sponsor study aku..ekekekkeke... after that, the next year aku da start career aku dekat TM as an assistant manager of business process mgmt...cam gempak je kan? hahhahahha tp keje cam pengawas! spot check itu ini...ekekkekekekekke....not really in pressure compared mase dekat mitp dulu la and i still have more times with myself n famy perhaps :)&lt;br /&gt;hurm......as a wife? itu pun simple je sbb aku jumpe famy weekend je... x dela mencabar mane nak handle suami yg sorang tu sbb he's a very cool man in the planet (waaah upp habis laki sendiri tu) tp reality he's very easy n simple man... plus understanding! itu yg penting....... cuma as a mother aje aku belum rasai.... naluri tu ade...mungkin belum ade rezeki......... mungkin ade bende x complete lagi dalam diri aku untuk menjadi seorang ibu........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi xpela....rezeki,ajal maut semua Tuhan yg tetapkan dan beri. Aku redha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusionnye, aku tak perlu la selalu merungut kalau kene jumpe famy seminggu or 2 minggu sekali kan sbb jalan hidup aku x pernah perit......(walaupun realitinye mmg perit la).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aku pun x sure korang faham ke tak ape maksud aku. tp sbrnya aku tgh nak memotivasi diri sendiri sebab kejap lagi famy nk balik kerteh n tinggalkan aku lagi seminggu.... uwaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-8526056583297717319?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/8526056583297717319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=8526056583297717319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/8526056583297717319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/8526056583297717319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/11/kisah-pada-pukul-109-pagi.html' title='kisah pada pukul 1.09 pagi!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-2522544900765608418</id><published>2008-11-28T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:25:26.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>convo angah, penang, padang besar &amp; wedding (episode 2)</title><content type='html'>So..as been promised, here i attached some photos during the story below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;convo's angah......&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273546957704279538" style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SS9nBIBONfI/AAAAAAAAADA/lTmtctZrstE/s320/PB200287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SS9nCCZuRkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/imy4TuDmo-k/s1600-h/PB200290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273546973376300610" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SS9nCCZuRkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/imy4TuDmo-k/s320/PB200290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SS9nBr3oj5I/AAAAAAAAADI/Swxa6oeqeb8/s1600-h/PB200284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273546967327739794" style="WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SS9nBr3oj5I/AAAAAAAAADI/Swxa6oeqeb8/s320/PB200284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alamak! where am I? sorry angah...x bole join!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;penang &amp;amp; wedding.....&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kul 3 pagi bertolak dr KL..bayangkan la mate pun cam baru bgun tido.. smileeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273594099979787618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SS-R5KrkHWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eSL0jBKVbhE/s320/PB210299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;peace with elisya...'eisya ngantuk arrr auntie'.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273556712273292018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SS9v46ntKvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/K2Ncu4Z2aro/s320/PB210302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;@t R&amp;amp;R Sg Perak... emil nk wiwi..sempat lagi posing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273594981734617858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SS-SsfeTEwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/J9mdfKcHstI/s320/PB210306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alamak sampai2 terus duk dlm bilik pengantin! ulang tayang nampak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273549884110113762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SS9prduvi-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/eFwl9EjXNUc/s320/PB210319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273554664592662770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SS9uBuamYPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4nzJw6cWDlg/s320/PB210321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pengantin n our family......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273549879241210578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SS9prLl5-tI/AAAAAAAAADw/j6vAWybslrE/s320/PB230373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;alamak bekas pengantin arrr! huhuhu (nk jugak menyelit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273554668684201442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SS9uB9qGTeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/34sMVWw9h9s/s320/PB230369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;malam --&gt;lepak dengan aken la plak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273596381102068930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SS-T98hf1MI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ETldwNdzX1s/s320/PB220347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aderla few lagi pics tapi cam x larat nk upload semua... nanti kite citer panjang lagi k!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-2522544900765608418?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2522544900765608418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=2522544900765608418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2522544900765608418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2522544900765608418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/11/convo-angah-penang-padang-besar-wedding.html' title='convo angah, penang, padang besar &amp; wedding (episode 2)'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SS9nBIBONfI/AAAAAAAAADA/lTmtctZrstE/s72-c/PB200287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-6947448334648502841</id><published>2008-11-25T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:46:23.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>convo angah, penang, padang besar &amp; wedding (episode 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20 Nov 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pagi2 aku g keje naik lrt.. mak aii punya la panjang queue! ni yg becintenye! tapi sbb nk sampai umah awal punye pasai...aku teruskan jugak niat naik lrt. dulu bolehlah bulatkan hati tp sejak harga minyak dah asyik turun ni addicted la plak nak drive ke opis! lgpun parking free maaa! masalahnye kalau aku drive ke opis, mesti nak balik umah pulak masalah! masalah jamm la! KL? mmg da tau la kalau jamm gamaknye macamane! nak2 dua tiga menjak ni ujan je.. kalau ujan makin melarat la pulak jamm nye! Tu yg kadang2 kalau nk sampai umah awal, aku naik lrt je walaupun pagi2beratur punyer la panjang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sampai opis pagi tu mcm biase la buka PC, check2 email n bace paper online! Huhuhuhu, dua tiga hari ni asyik la pulak nak bace kisah Fahrin Ahmad bergaduh dgn Linda Onn, hits tu tajuk berita!pastu bace pasal ayah pin! ekekekekeke... ops jgn salah paham aku bukanlah pengikut kerajaan langit pulak! saje nk update kisah ayah pin n 'kerajaannye'.. sbb aku suke tgk gambo teko kat per'kg'an kerajaanlangit tu... kalau la teh boh buat iklan kat situ mesti iklan tu famous! ekekekekkee..ops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurm..keje2 kat opis mcm biase la..esok nk gate 5 so aku la sesibuk mcm polis mintak itu, mintak inifrom segment! pastu nk meng'send' pulak documentation dkt members gate 5! huh, kang boss aku lak mintak itu minta ini.... tp smlm aku tensen sket tgk boss! ekekekeke... stress keje!&lt;br /&gt;tu yg stress2 ni tepat 5.30 pm aku dah kuar opis! nk balik umah awal sbb ibu n ayah nk dtg tido umah! esok angah convo! so kekonon hajat di hati nk singgah pasa mlm, beli ikan ke sayur ke ayam ke nk msk la! tup2 ibu call xyah susah2 masak sbb dieorg plan nk makan dkt rosdet bile sampai KL nanti! cet, taste ayah tau2 je...tiap2 kali g KL mesti nk singgah makan dekat satu restoran area kg baru, sblh KL InternationalHotel tu...&lt;br /&gt;Malam sementara nk tunggu ibu n ayah, aku tunggu2 jugak famy. Famy ckp maybe die sampai KL around 11 to 12 lepas keje shoot terus balik KL, mesti die bawak kete slow2 je... cian laki aku tu! Bile ibu ayah dah sampai, berborak2 then terus bentang tilam n comforter sbb dieorg da sleepy!along n botak pun da tido! tinggal adek je, adek lelepak bilik aku sambil tgk dvd kungfu panda! giler out dated citer tu pun die nk nengok gak! aku ckp kat adek, kalau abg famy balik, adek tido kat hall ok...ekekekekekeke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedar2 famy call around 1 am! aku pun da terlelap, adek pun same. Famy call minta buka pintu!aku bukak pintu then terus kejutkan adek tido dekat hall...pastu aku tgk die x naik2 jugak,mengendap la dari balcony tu, nampak die tgh hisap rokok..nak relax2 la dulu tu kot! xpela, aku terus masuk bilik, sambung tido....... ekekekeke...tapi pastu tak jadi nak lelap sbb bile famy masuk bilik..ade je bende lawak yang kiteorg buat so sembang2 duludalam kul 3 jugak la terlelap....ekekekekkee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Nov 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi2 kejutkan famy...sbb tgk ibu n ayah dah sesiap dah nak ke convo angah....aku pulak siap2 nk g keje, x boleh cuti da sbb byk da amik cuti ujung2 taun ni so wakilkan famy mujur famy ok jerrr.....&lt;br /&gt;mak aiii awal giler kuar g keje, 6.30 am tu aku kuar umah sbb ibu ayah pun kuar ikut sekali!sampai opis 6.55 am! sangap aku x tau buat ape..so tido je... dalam kul 7.45 am aku terjage sbbs shapiq ajak aku g breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;lepas breakfast aku sesiap smua keje ape yg patut sbb senin da cuti nk g penang! so mood nk buat keje tu terkureng la sikit..ekekekekeke...hajat di hati nak balik awal tp x boleh gak sbb few things kene settle...aku kuar opis 6.30 pm jugaklaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai umah, kene packing barang semua nk ke penang katekan...tu yg aku cam kelam kabut sket sbb papa ckp nk bertolak kul 3.00 am! gile parah! tp sbb itu plan papa so kiteorg layan kan je laa...aku maleh nk ckp bebyk so siap kemas semua kiteorg lepak umah mama papa sbb senang nak gerak.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Nov 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sbrnye ikut family mentua attend wedding sepupu famy dekat bukit mertajam, penang!so lepas check in semua dekat The Summit, penang kiteorg g padang besar, perlis! Dari BM-Perlis makan mase la 2 jam!giler penat famy drive kete...aku nk drive die xnak pulak! ha amik ko...sakit tulang belakang! aku pun x sure apelah yg mak bapak mentua aku kenankan dengan padang besar ni! agknye brg2 dapur die murah kot..... aku nengok rutin percutiaan mak bapak mentua aku byk ke padang besar n langkawi - langkawi n padang besar! ntah ape ntah yg bestnye... pada aku bebiase je la... tp gasakla.. asalkan famy ade, so aku bole lapangkan mase dengan die, itu kire bagus da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malam balik semula hotel...aken dtg hotel... aken is famy's best friend! die ajak g island tp famydah flat dah....so kiteorg sembang2 je la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kul 10 memasing da masuk bilik tido......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tgk emil cergas lagi nk main cak cak dengan aku.....tp sbb muke aku dah x larat nak layan, along n botak paksa kan jugak budak kecik tu tido........ ekekekekkekekekke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanti aku attach kan gambo2 mase weeding zaini n gambo2 lain nye mase dekat penang tu k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-6947448334648502841?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6947448334648502841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=6947448334648502841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6947448334648502841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6947448334648502841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/11/20-nov-2008-pagi2-aku-g-keje-naik-lrt.html' title='convo angah, penang, padang besar &amp; wedding (episode 1)'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-4812109552765030618</id><published>2008-11-19T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:35:52.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>terlalu banyak yang 'terrrr'........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aku selalu buat keputusan yang 'kurang tepat' dalam hidup aku! selalu mcm tu.seingat aku keputusan dalam hidup aku yg betul2 tepat n buat aku bahagia boleh je dikira dgn jari....termasuk keputusan nk kawin dgn famy! aku x penah menyesal kawin dalam usia aku yg baru 25 tahun..cet, 'baru' tu! nmpk je 25 tahun tu usia matang n sesuai untuk berkawin tp pada aku, aku dikira muda n mentah n 'kecik' lagi untuk menjadi isteri org ... skrg pun masih belajar n belajar lagi..... smlm famy tanye aku 'u menyesal ke kawin dgn i? 'jgn tanye aku kenape die tanye soklan mcm tu! aderla beberapa drama insident antara aku dgn famy yg mane aku x boleh reveal kan sebab musabab mcmane pertanyaan mcm tu boleh terkuar dr bibir famy. berbalik kpd cerite asal aku jwb la pelan2 soklan famy tu, aku kate 'menyesal tu tidaklah, i cuma nk perbetulkan ape yg x betul....i xnak la dgn keadaan kite yg serba kurang mcm ni buat kite lg rase kurang!' famy tetap rase aku dingin... tp pergaduhan suami isteri, biasalah... sedangkan lidah lagi tergigit, inikan pula suami isteri.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tapi overall...aku rase aku &lt;strong&gt;ter&lt;/strong&gt;lalu menginginkan yg terbaik dlm kehidupan.. aku nk mcm ni,aku nk mcm tu..bile aku rase org tu bahagia sbb ade A, aku pun nak A... kalau org tu bahagia sbb ade B, aku pun nk B... itu aku..farahida othman, seorg yg mudah terpengaruh!aku &lt;strong&gt;ter&lt;/strong&gt;ingin sangat nk ajak famy g jejln kat UK, singgah jenguk Karthik, then singgah manchester ke london ke liverpool ke naik subway..sekali la dgn karthik (konon2 la), pastu aku &lt;strong&gt;ter&lt;/strong&gt;ingin pulak next yearnye nak ke bandung, bole singgah kedai tas yg mcm iqa n ijat citerkan mase dieorg shopping handbag dkt sane..bau leathernye oriiii .. pastu next year nye pulak aku &lt;strong&gt;ter&lt;/strong&gt;ingin nak ikut style tawaf n tosh jenjalan g paris, transit kejap dr kl-dubai pastu dubai-london, london-barcelona, bercelona terus ke paris... nk balik msia singgah transit dkt emirates kejap..wah, &lt;strong&gt;ter&lt;/strong&gt;ingin nk makan kebab die, mcm best la pulak (tgk dlm travel &amp;amp; living channel mcm menarik!) hehehhe....wa wa wa... &lt;strong&gt;ter&lt;/strong&gt;ingin sgt aku nk travel mcm tu! ini jgn ckp nak ke bandung!UK!Bercelona! Paris konon... nak ke sabah tu pun, planning dari 2 bulan lepas x pegi2 jugak.... sungguhla sadis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just be possitive je la cik fara oiii... ingt sikit laki ko bukan mcm laki org lain! keje die x menentu! ko pun tentu x smpai hati nk g berjalan dgn kwn2 bujang ko tinggalkan laki ko kat tmpt keje die tu sorang2 kan! ko enjoy2...die? mati2 carik duit untuk ko enjoy??nk mcm tu?? sigh:o&lt;br /&gt;mintak simpang la mak oiii... xnak la mcm tu! aku tetap isteri orang. aku sedar aku milik org, xkan la aku nk berlagak mcm bukan isteri org, x gitu! selagi bernyawa, aku sedar batas2 aku sbg seorg isteri.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itulah bile terlalu banyak &lt;strong&gt;'terrrrrrrrrrr' &lt;/strong&gt;nye.. aku pun mcm mat jenin dan labu2nye....:0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-4812109552765030618?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4812109552765030618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=4812109552765030618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4812109552765030618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4812109552765030618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/11/tertalu-banyak-yang-terrrr.html' title='terlalu banyak yang &apos;terrrr&apos;........'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-6174065895880434508</id><published>2008-11-17T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:58:24.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reception was over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lega...semua hal 'kawin mawin' ni da habis.. it's over... and we can concerntrate more towards future...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269468043429602674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SSDpREPk5XI/AAAAAAAAACY/8TaapNZRPLY/s320/IMG_0848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269468036054626050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SSDpQoxPrwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1i1BmAe5Z2I/s320/IMG_0807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269468026597184354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SSDpQFiak2I/AAAAAAAAACI/-ZZH99F6hho/s320/IMG_0928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-6174065895880434508?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6174065895880434508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=6174065895880434508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6174065895880434508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6174065895880434508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/11/reception-was-over.html' title='reception was over!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SSDpREPk5XI/AAAAAAAAACY/8TaapNZRPLY/s72-c/IMG_0848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-3980252748912491775</id><published>2008-11-10T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:41:19.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks to hubby</title><content type='html'>sayang... thanks for the lovely present...... so useful for my backbones and can release all the painful along the day :)&lt;br /&gt;thank u so much for make me comfort.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-3980252748912491775?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3980252748912491775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=3980252748912491775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3980252748912491775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/3980252748912491775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-to-hubby.html' title='thanks to hubby'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-2670978247258060785</id><published>2008-11-03T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:28:01.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some motivation.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sekarang baru aku tahu apa itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;erti kesabaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;erti pengorbanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;erti ingin menyintai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;erti ingin memiliki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;erti kesepian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tuhan tahu apa yang terbaik untuk aku dengan suami.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tuhan beri aku kekuatan itu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tak semua orang boleh hidup macam aku....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tuhan pilih aku....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mesti DIA tahu aku seorang yang kuat dan tabah terima dugaan ini, kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mesti DIA tahu aku boleh dan aku kuat.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DIA mesti tahu apa yang terbaik untuk aku dengan suami....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ya... DIA tahu.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-2670978247258060785?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2670978247258060785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=2670978247258060785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2670978247258060785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2670978247258060785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-motivation.html' title='some motivation.....'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-4335075690299268496</id><published>2008-08-14T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:42:24.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the birthday celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SKT27XiUhVI/AAAAAAAAABM/hKk6WkOVxIc/s1600-h/P8140300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234580166702040402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SKT27XiUhVI/AAAAAAAAABM/hKk6WkOVxIc/s320/P8140300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SKT27ma8n2I/AAAAAAAAABU/2g3VLMAVy_E/s1600-h/P8140283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234580170697645922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SKT27ma8n2I/AAAAAAAAABU/2g3VLMAVy_E/s320/P8140283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SKT29WX5guI/AAAAAAAAABc/rTUf3vJkDy8/s1600-h/P8140279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234580200749630178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SKT29WX5guI/AAAAAAAAABc/rTUf3vJkDy8/s320/P8140279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks to Shafiq and Sara coz willing to accompany me yesterday when I was alone celebrating my 25- birthday! Perfect party @ Pizza Hut Bangsar! Hahahahahahaha.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SKQMIfYYDRI/AAAAAAAAABE/AnVhoA7PGNA/s1600-h/P8140275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234322006913584402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SKQMIfYYDRI/AAAAAAAAABE/AnVhoA7PGNA/s320/P8140275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234580217401423378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SKT2-UZ_thI/AAAAAAAAABs/f0fCg-Fvqx4/s320/P8140281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234580216212515986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SKT2-P-ibJI/AAAAAAAAABk/GwtqPG0Rp5o/s320/P8140277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SKQLy8rrSSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gRb3hP_RkFY/s1600-h/P8140270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234321636822042914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SKQLy8rrSSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gRb3hP_RkFY/s320/P8140270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farahida...Happy Birthday! Sweet-25...unbeliavable you are being a wife!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1813920207391808280-4335075690299268496?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4335075690299268496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=4335075690299268496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4335075690299268496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4335075690299268496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-celebrations.html' title='the birthday celebrations'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SKT27XiUhVI/AAAAAAAAABM/hKk6WkOVxIc/s72-c/P8140300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-9096590907560461138</id><published>2008-08-12T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:13:48.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in an island</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In an island.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I thot only you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Spending time preciously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Only both of us....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Peacefully.... Happily...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In an island...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The first night was interupted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;by a big big big lizard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;named KIKO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Very funnny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In an island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The second night was interupted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;by parent in-laws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Very............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(I'm thinking on an exact word...but I can't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's felt like a hot boiled water accidentally spilled on my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-9096590907560461138?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/9096590907560461138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=9096590907560461138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/9096590907560461138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/9096590907560461138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-island.html' title='in an island'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-5332546168662343818</id><published>2008-07-30T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:34:32.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clumsy me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One day when my father in-laws used to say me a very clumsy girl, I was totally disagreed. Ya, I am clumsy, but not a &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; clumsy... It’s just happened rarely (I mean the clumsiness), I think everybody have this 'clumsiness'. So, it's natural! It’s just because of you are unlucky on that time. My theory said the clumsiness is something to reflect with luck. *ngee*&lt;br /&gt;But today I have to change my interpretation towards this bad attitude which reflects in my sector of mind. It was happened this morning, when I was getting ready to go to work. Unfortunately, I left my house key in the car, while the gate had been locked nicely with the pad-lock. I pat my forehead and screaming 'Oh gosh...How come I'm very forgetful!'. I forgot to take out my key in the car dashboard yesterday as I need to hold a 7 month Emil and brought his little baby bag in the other hand. And then right away I called Botak and Along, asking for the extra key but they dont have. I can't think anymore on that time, just hoping to take EL or MC. But.. I don't want to stay home alone.. Immediately, I went to the balcony area, standing there and shouting for a help from a Pakcik, at the Guard House in front of my block. No answer... Suddenly, I was thinking to get the favor from papa... After called papa and talked to him in rushing way, he came to my apartment 5 minutes later (luckily papa's house around 1.5km from mine)With his clear bold head, kain pelikat and white T-shirt Langkawi, he staring me panicking (who is standing glumly in the corner at balcony).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Apasal? Kenape?' Papa shouted from the down car park area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Sorry papa, susahkan pa, fara tak boleh kuar g keje sbb pintu pagar dah kunci. Kunci rumah pulak dalam kereta! Nak minta tolong papa amikkan kunci rumah dalam kereta.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can see clearly under the early morning glow, papa smiled meaningful, full with sensation and cynical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Yes papa, you are right!' I whispered to come clean myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now then I should and must admit that I actually having another bad pattern of attitudes of being a clumsy and forgetful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-5332546168662343818?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5332546168662343818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=5332546168662343818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5332546168662343818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5332546168662343818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/07/clumsy-me_30.html' title='clumsy me'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-2454874206952633786</id><published>2008-07-25T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:59:36.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping beauty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aku happy sangat2 bile dapat call from Famy, saying that he will coming back to KL after finish some works at Kerteh. Huh, balik office je aku bergegas ke car wash, cuci kereta sbb xnak Famy complaint kereta macam mesin bajak tanah, berselut &amp;amp; berhabuk! Lepas tu, aku sms papa kalau2 papa nk kirim beli dinner seen aku tau papa tak mungkin akan keluar rumah bila mama tengah demam. Kesian mama, dah dua hari demam panas ;(. Papa replied sms asked me to buy bihun goreng and nasi daging merah plus teh ais. Hahaha.. aku tau part teh ais mesti menu mira! Singgah 7E nak belikan mama air badak n air asam jawa. Alamak penuh pulak tangan aku dengan beg plastik, cepat2 aku lari ke car wash, dengan harapan kereta aku yang genit molek itu dah siap dicuci n divacuum... Lol! Rupenye x siap lagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas 5 minit tunggu, aku pun drive ke rumah mentua, hantar dinner n sembang2 ape yang patut.... Papa asked me to sleep there. Aku bgtau x boleh sbb nak amik Famy nanti, tp actually I really dont want! Ape yg Famy ckp malam tadi mmg aku tengah praktiskan..... I'm trying ok sayang! On the way balik apartment, aku singgah dobi dulu amik baju. Dari jauh Kak Shidah tersenyum senyum tengok aku.&lt;br /&gt;"Dry cleaning amik sabtu boleh, Jumaat akak tutup la Fara!"&lt;br /&gt;Aku sengeh "Xpe kak!"&lt;br /&gt;Lepas bayar semua n sembang sikit2 dengan Kak Shida, aku pun balik apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Sampai rumah, aku tgk rumah kosong. Oh ye lupe, mama bgtau tadi Along &amp;amp; Botak pergi Giant beli barang! Aku pandang jam, oh 24hb! Padanlaaa...gaji masuk!&lt;br /&gt;Lepas mandi...aku kemas2 bilik, letak perfume, tukar cadar and lipat baju2 yang dah lame dekat hanger. Err... aku rase baju2 terhanger tu nampak lagi cantik kalau tak berlipat kot (bole pakai tak alasan tu?) Ha... nampak bilik kemas &amp;amp; wangi.... Aku dah dengar suara emil, aku keluar bilik tengok Botak &amp;amp; Along tengah sibuk menyusun2 barang. Aku ambil Emil yang sedang merangkak2 tu n main2 dengan dia. Bukan main suke budak kecik tu bile perempuan amik die! hahahha... kecik2 lagi dah gatal! Aku x sembang ape sangat dengan Botak &amp;amp; Along. Mcm malas lah nk friendly sgt semalam. I'm just tired...tired n tired....&lt;br /&gt;Aku masuk bilik around 10, and took a nap first dekat tilam.... haaa.. sempat jugak save alarm dkt hfone. Aku bgtau dekat diri sendiri, ' By 11.00 I must wake up!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 jam kemudian....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarm berbunyi mengejutkan lena aku yang entah beberapa minit je tu. Aku belek2 hfone, tgk2 kalau ade sms n miss called Famy. Kosong. Aku tutup mata semula... ' 5 minit lagi aku bangun la', bisik aku dalam hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah berapa jam kemudian....&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasakan semacam sentuhan menyentuh pipiku, disusuli dengan usapan di rerambut.... Aku tersenyum tapi mataku masih enggan membuka. Hahahaha.... Alangkah indahnya mimpi itu. Tiba2 aku terdengar seseorang berdehem. Segera aku buka mata. Alangkah terperanjatnya aku. Wajah dan tubuh suamiku terlakar di depan mata. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;"Abg bila sampai? Sape jemput abg? Kenapa x call syg dulu?" Aku terbangun menggosok-gosok mataku.&lt;br /&gt;Famy kelihatan tersenyum tenang. "Cuba syg check hfone?" Suaranya perlahan, tiada nada2 geram atau bengang dan raut mukanya juga sedang tersenyum lebar. Marahkan dia dengan ku?&lt;br /&gt;Aku tgk hfone, ade 9 miss called and 1 sms. Semuanya dari suamiku. Aku menepuk dahi. Tengok jam dah pukul 12.30 tengahmalam! Again OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Kelam kabut aku minta maaf dengan suamiku itu...&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, I'm so sorry... serious abg..syg minta ampun sgt2, Sumpah syg x sedar langsung bunyi fone n sms.... Tadi mmg nak naping kejap je x sangka terlajak pula... Abg I'm really really sorry.. Ampun sgt2 abg...."&lt;br /&gt;Famy peluk aku dan satu kucupan hinggap di dahi...&lt;br /&gt;"Its ok syg, I know you tired! Abg naik teksi je tadi, Its ok... xde masalah..."&lt;br /&gt;Ha, naik teksi?? Alahai........ Sedihnya aku dengar!&lt;br /&gt;"Abg........................"&lt;br /&gt;Segera Famy memotong kata-kataku.... " Dahla syg, I'm ok... abg dahaga la, syg buatkan nescafe ek, abg nak mandi dulu." Famy senyum lagi sambil mencapai towelnya menuju bilik air.&lt;br /&gt;Aku mengangguk dengan berlapis-lapis perasaan serba salah dan marah dengan diri sendiri. Malu pun iyer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang... Seriously, syg betul2 tak sedar.... Syg minta maaf ek tak bangun amik abg dekat Putra.. Maaf ya abg.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~/: Apehal lah aku boleh overslept la pulak!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-2454874206952633786?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2454874206952633786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=2454874206952633786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2454874206952633786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2454874206952633786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleeping-beauty.html' title='sleeping beauty...'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-4293650548046455635</id><published>2008-07-23T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:41:13.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facial expression and body language</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;' When is your family day?' he asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;' Perhaps on 23rd or 31st, ntahlah I pun x sure!' she answered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;' If 23rd thats might be in this week jugak kan?' I interupted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'23rd August la... 23rd July is tommorow!' her face was creased and they were smilling cynical each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;They were laughed and jeered me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is that funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My journey in this group will always make me as a clown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I should stop this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-4293650548046455635?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4293650548046455635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=4293650548046455635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4293650548046455635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4293650548046455635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/07/facial-expression-and-body-language.html' title='facial expression and body language'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-4718663544874615477</id><published>2008-07-22T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:03:48.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secret recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;One day, I asked one kakak in my office (dah nak pencen la) how did she and her husband still stay and look like a romantic couple even they have been married for over 20 years. What is the secret for their happiness? She summed it up in 3 words - love, respect and communication. Loving each other as our own bodies, respecting each other as the Quran sets out for us, and communicating everything so that there is never any confusion with anything (and this avoids arguing too!!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now, I still smile when remembering what did she said to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-4718663544874615477?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4718663544874615477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=4718663544874615477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4718663544874615477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4718663544874615477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/07/secret-recipe.html' title='secret recipe'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-6847790562580077463</id><published>2008-07-02T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:46:41.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanted vs wantod</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farahida83.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGsHAAoKCBkAABit47E1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://farahida83.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGsHAAoKCBkAABit47E1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://farahida83.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGsHAAoKCBkAABit47E1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://farahida83.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGsHAAoKCBkAABit47E1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://farahida83.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGsHAAoKCBkAABit47E1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://farahida83.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGsHAAoKCBkAABit47E1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 265px;HEIGHT: 157px;" height="167" src="http://images.farahida83.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGsHAAoKCBkAABit47E1/wanted_15_1680.jpg?et=BxR3qeHZH2QysRaL%2Cn9nmw&amp;nmid=0" width="271" border="0"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#cc0000" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, I was watching 'wanted' with my long-lasting frenz ever, hehehe, 'adik'! For those who don't have any plan for the weekend, I recommend you to watch this thriller movie. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I give 4.5 stars for t&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his movie. &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farahida83.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGsdCAoKCBkAAAwUsws1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" style="WIDTH: 179px;HEIGHT: 123px;" height="211" src="http://images.farahida83.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGsdCAoKCBkAAAwUsws1/wanted_5_1280.jpg?et=kD20JsWjm8q9lFGkiyva9Q&amp;nmid=0" width="158" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://farahida83.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGsHAAoKCBkAABit47E1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Superb!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#cc0000" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#cc0000" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#cc0000" size="2"&gt;And don't forget to watch also the next coming movie, 'wanted vs wantod' in cinemas on August 2008! 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WANTOD&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#cc0000" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pst:// jgn mara ek, gurau2 je!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-6847790562580077463?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6847790562580077463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=6847790562580077463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6847790562580077463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/6847790562580077463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/07/wanted-vs-wantod.html' title='wanted vs wantod'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-5530520454793858790</id><published>2008-06-24T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:04:47.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bad day ;(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So malu.... I think yesterday was my unlucky day! Dahlah lambat, touch n go pulak buat hal! Plus terjadi la pulak satu insiden yang cukup mengharukan lagi menyedihkan! Jeng..jeng... The story began when I was walking from the lrt station to enter the office lobby, so happened my right leg was stepped on accidentally to the kain of my baju kurung (Terajin la pulak semlm nk pakai baju kurung) and gedebuk........ Ya Allah...so painful... I was fell down at the road near by the junction. So malu and so sakittttttttttt.... Only Allah knows the 'pain' I suffered on that time. I cant even woke up and standing usually. A lady came to help me to stand and one of the pakcik there tried to massage my left knee seen I cant standing properly. Guess what? Jammed la pulak tepi junction tu. Everybody was staring and looking at me.. They were whispering each other.. &lt;em&gt;'Kesian budak tu jatuh terjelepuk!'...'Dahlah pakai baju kurung, pakai heels lagi mmg padanlah jatuh!'..... 'Ala kelakarla plak minah ni tergolek'.....'Mcm nangka busuk jatuh!'...&lt;/em&gt; bla...bla..bla... I was thinking that they might putting me off with the kind of words while looking at me... So embarrassed! However...when experienced how nice the kakak and the pakcik are, automatically my heart and soul become calm and relieved. Alhamdulliah, the people there didnt dare to watch me terkontang kanting to stand up properly. Fuh, about 10 minutes there, I managed to walk slowly by myself entering to the office. Walking so slow like a snail make me wanna cry once more! When I reached my department, I went to Sara's cubical, asking her to check my injury because I can felt the bleeding at my right leg. Surprisingly to see my lutut penuh dengan darah. Sara gave me the tissue and asked me to wipe the blood. Pedihnye! Dah lama x luka mcm ni. Last time I remember my injury was almost the past 10 years when my left leg tricked by the motorcyle's exhaust. Hahahahaha... Berbekas lagila kaki aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last... i was taking an half day seen the painful keep dag dig dug until it spoiled my concentration towards work. Fahmie pick me up around 3 pm and we just lepak lepak dekat rumah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest what? Around 8 pm, we went to OU to watch movie just to celebrate 1st month wedding anniversary... Hahaha.. Suddenly, i felt my leg was super duper ok last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet today it become painful and painful...... I'm thinking now to take mc or not ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-5530520454793858790?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5530520454793858790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=5530520454793858790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5530520454793858790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5530520454793858790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-bad-day_23.html' title='my bad day ;('/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-8436573378491253859</id><published>2008-06-16T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:38:52.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the engagement and the bad feeling to share...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;Hurm..in the last blog I did mentioned about Fahmie's return to KL. The best part he is spending the whole week in KL seen he has to attend the seminar at The Summit. Oh, cool! The weekend was &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enjoyable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; as well as &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;terrible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;the good is - we manage to spend the weekend at kampung. Balik kampung with suami?! What you expect? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600" size="2"&gt;Everyone wants to know how marriage has changed our life? Hakikatnya still the same. Macam zaman2 bercinta jugak but the kerinduan burst deeply than before la! sigh*  On top of that, we spent a day to visit my atok at kampung, seronok melayan ckp2 atok.. see the picture!&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farahida83.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFcaRwoKCBkAACyZkGk1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 297px; " height="200" src="http://images.farahida83.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFcaRwoKCBkAACyZkGk1/New%20Image.JPG?et=XIHYjwt%2BG2r2FXpFOovNFg&amp;nmid=0" width="181" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farahida83.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFcbCAoKCBkAAEL8@yg1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" height="297" src="http://images.farahida83.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFcbCAoKCBkAAEL8@yg1/IMG_0313.JPG?et=LsYX9tYPVTF8SUL5wb3o0A&amp;nmid=0" width="225" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cute kan my atok? I think his weight around 30 something kg je kot.. so ringan! Dah suruh dah makan banyak, anak2 die siap beli supplement lagi tp still taknak makan... xpelah.. yang penting we all love you atok!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Ok.. finish talking about the merrier part... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The enjoyable one is because of the celebration of angah's engagement. Angah is the second sister after me in the family. So exciting...even we were not celebrating it grandly, but the excitement is still there. There are only ayah, ibu, myself, Fahmie, adik, kak ija, abg ghani and few of our neighbours. Tak ramai, dalam 10 orang je kot! Let's share the picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 163px; " height="216" src="http://images.farahida83.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFceLAoKCBkAAArovtU1/IMG_0380_crop.JPG?et=pSSR7Ix8l9eRz3ho5luD8Q&amp;nmid=0" width="240" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" height="197" src="http://images.farahida83.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFcdewoKCBkAAHgNZrQ1/IMG_0382.JPG?et=kuVF9v%2BiZlpTeAbZiPJQJw&amp;nmid=0" width="270" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Ops sorry...tak banyak la plak pictures yang I ambil hari tu.. Later on la ek, I'll share with you all... Hope angah will be happier after having a fiance. hehehhehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Hurm...should I share the terrible one? Let's think....&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/lightbulb.png"&gt; hurmmmmmm.....Have you ever feel the obvious gap with your own mother after you're married? I have... and it's a terrible feeling to have! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;What have I done? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Anything goes wrong? Did I've behave badly to you? Please..please talk to me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Tell me....Correct me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Today I'm going to sms ibu once again.. Lets try whether she wants to reply or not....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-8436573378491253859?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/8436573378491253859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=8436573378491253859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/8436573378491253859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/8436573378491253859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/06/engagement-and-bad-feeling-to-share.html' title='the engagement and the bad feeling to share...'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-451517146431877804</id><published>2008-06-11T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:05:48.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No more tears... semalam Fahmie call bgtau nak balik hari ni n asked me to pick him up at putra... okla mcm tu.. terus senyummmmmmm sampai ke telinga.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Being a long-distance couple is not easy as you think. Patient and prays are the key of the strength. Every night the tears come and come... It's just hard situation especially for me who decided to get married earlier. Menyesal? Never... X pernah terlintas pun nak menyesal dengan perkahwinan ini. Nauzubillah.. x pernah... Perkahwinan is something yang baik.. Tak sesuaii nak menyesal. Even after the niqah that day, I was cried n cried reading all the lafaz taqlid.. And the emotion is still the same until now... And I believe Fahmie feel the same things too.... Kerinduaan..kerinduan...dan kerinduan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oklah..xnak sedih sedih lagi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just nak share my experience as a long-distance wife.. Guess what I never been experienced the real responsibility as a wife. Cooking, washing, cleaning, preparing breakfast, gardening....and all that a wife should do and must do. I hope to do that when he come back home tonight! (seen after niqah, we never met up!). My only routines are the waiting, the reminding bit, longing, quarreling on the phone, jealousy.... I enjoyed every second of it though I must say there were times that I didn't. Ahakzzzz... I'm sure all the wives out there enjoy carrying the responsibilities. Kan? Jangan lupa share nanti ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-451517146431877804?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/451517146431877804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=451517146431877804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/451517146431877804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/451517146431877804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/06/ops.html' title='Ops!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-5282041353235405480</id><published>2008-06-10T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:11:11.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I feel so lonely, terrible, sad, depressing, miserable, lost and longing........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tears come from my eyes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-5282041353235405480?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5282041353235405480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=5282041353235405480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5282041353235405480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/5282041353235405480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-one.html' title='No one....'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-4045023310230541082</id><published>2008-06-04T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T16:37:13.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burst!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This week is moving so slow as I realized that he is not around for 3 days around. God, I miss him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The last argumentation was ended with laughed, teased, hugs and kisses! We spent the whole weekend together at PD and went back to Kerteh! I feel so pleased and joyful! ~arrrrrggggg.....damn miss him~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Impatient to wait his return next week! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-4045023310230541082?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4045023310230541082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=4045023310230541082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4045023310230541082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/4045023310230541082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/06/burst.html' title='Burst!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-2526097309542451925</id><published>2008-05-30T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:17:26.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont be cry baby mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Last night we were disputed about a small thing! About the car roadtax! which I put it under my important list to-do, neither him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Am I look annoying when asking you about a car roadtax, hurm hubby??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Slowly, it hurting me inside though I damply miss him...and I believe he's feel the same thing too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Again I'll be a mummy's cry baby girl!;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-2526097309542451925?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2526097309542451925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=2526097309542451925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2526097309542451925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/2526097309542451925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-be-cry-baby-mom.html' title='dont be cry baby mom!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-7389501626960472646</id><published>2008-05-28T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:08:21.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new life...new hope..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is even 12 days I be a wife to a man. A man that I loved most! A man that I believed to be a good husband to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I went back to KL after marriage, there was no change at all. There has been a normal flow before and after marriage. Everyone wants to know how marriage has changed my life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing has changed at all. Life has been one smooth flow. And though I didn’t plan such a marriage, I wouldn’t want it any other way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SD4VDGnTQ0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/h_aYgjgT-sI/s1600-h/w+hubby.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205621362346115906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="203" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SD4VDGnTQ0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/h_aYgjgT-sI/s320/w+hubby.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Normally, after marriage when two unknown person start staying together naturally a kind of bonding develops between them. And when you start spending time together, understand each other's need and being more committed to each other love is bound to happen. But in my case, even me and hubby did not stay together and rarely spending time together, yet we still understand and committed to each other. That what he said last night, 'sayang, i dont even have the lust to any women here unless if i am with u!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps, because of this long distance makes our love truly strong until we decided to end the relationship with marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ibu used to say this to me before I was taking pledge to be his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Along, you should be his mirror image. Even both of you did not stay together, you must always be patient and patient and patient! Look at me! U know ayah very well right! See, what happen now after 26 years I put all my patience towards him?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grr...26 years is highly different compare to 12 days around! Ibu and ayah are much more loving and be the best couple in front of my eyes now...^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Allah...pleaseeee, bless this marriage and put me among those who are patient! amin~ &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SD4t7mnTQ2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/BOz0vTATNS4/s1600-h/IMG_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205648721287791458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="259" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SD4t7mnTQ2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/BOz0vTATNS4/s320/IMG_0224.JPG" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1813920207391808280-7389501626960472646?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7389501626960472646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=7389501626960472646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7389501626960472646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/7389501626960472646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-lifenew-hope.html' title='new life...new hope..'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SD4VDGnTQ0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/h_aYgjgT-sI/s72-c/w+hubby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813920207391808280.post-201616050016583303</id><published>2008-05-27T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:24:59.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm married!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SDzeRGnTQzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Zu9WYzWf5n4/s1600-h/IMG_0142_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205279654748046130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SDzeRGnTQzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Zu9WYzWf5n4/s320/IMG_0142_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;my name is farahida othman. age is 25. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i am a wife to someone now! hahahahhaha&lt;/span&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/1813920207391808280-201616050016583303?l=bellthedoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/feeds/201616050016583303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1813920207391808280&amp;postID=201616050016583303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/201616050016583303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1813920207391808280/posts/default/201616050016583303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellthedoor.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-married.html' title='I&apos;m married!'/><author><name>farha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjhAF55vuJ0/Tezbd5VXGpI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pww2eQ1muDk/s220/76833_462393393919_746773919_5681397_707920_n1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnVRvJCNuvI/SDzeRGnTQzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Zu9WYzWf5n4/s72-c/IMG_0142_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
