<?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-6404556939623569879</id><updated>2012-01-17T11:29:06.504+04:00</updated><category term='Introduction: For you Mama'/><category term='Tribute...'/><category term='Dubai Marina Festival City'/><category term='Joke of the day'/><category term='Near Miss.... LDR'/><category term='Beautiful day...'/><category term='Sesucinya Cinta mu'/><category term='RePuBliC of MollossiA'/><category term='Home...'/><category term='Perpisahan ~ Anuar Zain'/><category term='Kay-Pee-Eye'/><category term='Will Always Love You... Mama'/><title type='text'>..:: A PiCtuRE oF LifE ::..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12092903697274655311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SytTot8KglI/AAAAAAAAADA/78T8CY2MfGM/S220/DSCF0012.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404556939623569879.post-56421955007009200</id><published>2010-02-22T18:46:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:55:32.985+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lama nye....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah naik sarang labah2 dah blog ni. Dah lama sangat aku tak update. Terlalu banyak yang berlaku....&lt;br /&gt;Tanggal 14 February, Ibu telah kembali ke rahmatullah. Saat pasangan lain asyik meraikan "Hari Kekasih" (macam la aku sambut!), aku berada dalam perut pesawat, menuju ke Kuala Lumpur. Perjalanan aku seolah dipermudahkan... Segalanya lancar... alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum aku melangkah masuk keluar dari bumi timur tengah ini, sempat aku hantar pesanan ringkas pada mama....&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, Mak meninggal, tunggu Papa kat Airport. Nak balik kampung dengan Mama"&lt;br /&gt;Macam tulah lebih kurang pesanan aku.... Malangnya pesanan tu "undeliveered". Sehingga aku mendarat di KLIA, pesanan tu gagal dihantar.&lt;br /&gt;Kepulangan aku disambut dengan dua wajah sugul adik lelaki aku yg bakal melansungkan perkahwinannya pada March depan...&lt;br /&gt;"Arwah dalam perjalanan dari Hospital balik rumah." kata adik aku, lesu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat tu, aku rasa lebih lemah... sepanjang perjalanan menuju ke rumah, aku banyak diam...Aku merenung keluar, merenung apa lagi yang bakal aku lalui... Dan satu papan tanda membuat kan aku lagi hiba... "NILAI" ... mama kemana? kenapa telefon Mama selalu tak berjawab? Munkin Mama online pakai telefon... Aku yakin itu lah yang berlaku...&lt;br /&gt;Nak je aku suruh adik aku singgah rumah Mama, ambik Mama.... tapi, masa dah terlalu suntuk. Aku nak cium mak buat kali terakhir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hari aku berada dikampung dimana aku dilahirkan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kampung ini indah... Sesekali deru air dipantai memecah kesunyian sering menyedarkan aku dari angan-angan ku... dan sekelip mata, aku telah berada kembali di timur tengah... tanpa Mama...&lt;br /&gt;Mama ingin bebas dari aku. Dan semuanya salah aku... walau bagaimana setianya aku setelah sering aku kecewakan hati Mama satu masa dulu... kini hanya tinggal kesetiaan. Mama sering aku lihat dari laman komunitinya, berseronok dengan teman2 nya... dan si dia yang baru telah hadir menyempurnakan hidup Mama...&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa lemas, tak bermaya. Apalah guna kesetiaan yang telah aku bina ini bila Mama sendiri yang robohkan. Munkin Mama ingin membalas dendam. Atau munkin Mama dah bosan dengan aku. Mengeluh pun tak berguna... apa yang aku boleh buat dari sini... hanya menatap tiket penerbangan Mama yang telah aku beli... untuk Mama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingin ku rayu dirimu,&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hati mu telah tetap berpaling dari ku...&lt;br /&gt;Ingin ku pujuk hati mu,&lt;br /&gt;amarah mu melontar diriku jauh ke sudut dunia...&lt;br /&gt;Telah kubina dinding setia,&lt;br /&gt;kau katakan DUSTA semata-mata...&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Patah hatiku membawa derita&lt;br /&gt;Merajuk lah diri, merajuk diri tak tentu haluan...&lt;br /&gt;ku harap janji mu, kuharap janjimu bahagia selalu sayang&lt;br /&gt;rupanya patah... rupanya patah ditengah lah jalan...&lt;br /&gt;Patah lah hati teruslah merajuk&lt;br /&gt;merajuk lah sampai, merajuk sampai ke hutan belukar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati yang panas, hati yang panas&lt;br /&gt;kembalilah sejuk sayang&lt;br /&gt;burung terbang balik lah ke sangkar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang dimanapun diriku siapa pun daku&lt;br /&gt;Usah diragui, usah curigai hati ini....&lt;br /&gt;Sayang kita pernah bicara pada suatu ketika&lt;br /&gt;tentang cita-cita tentang hari muka tentang cinta&lt;br /&gt;Ku masih jua seperti dulu&lt;br /&gt;putaran waktu tak merubah hatiku terhadapmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang sesungguhnya ku tahu&lt;br /&gt;bukan mudah bagimu&lt;br /&gt;semua yang berlaku akan mengujimu menguji ku&lt;br /&gt;Apa terjadi usah ragui... hati ini....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404556939623569879-56421955007009200?l=deenshahlyna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/feeds/56421955007009200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404556939623569879&amp;postID=56421955007009200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/56421955007009200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/56421955007009200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/2010/02/lama-nye.html' title='Lama nye....'/><author><name>Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12092903697274655311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SytTot8KglI/AAAAAAAAADA/78T8CY2MfGM/S220/DSCF0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404556939623569879.post-376617793147799201</id><published>2010-01-03T17:00:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:07:10.703+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home...'/><title type='text'>Mama is CoMINg HoMe!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13 Jan 2010, 07.15 ETA Abu Dhabi International Airport.... Mama is coming home! Thats the best news of all... I so happy I don't know how to explain it! After a long wait, after a lot of missunderstanding, Mama is finnally coming home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope Mama will arrive safely at Abu Dhabi.... hmmm... what should I prepare? erm... I'll think of something! But not gonna tell ya! hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What else to write??? Well, running out of ideas... actually no issue plus I'm too excited! Love U Mama! Always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404556939623569879-376617793147799201?l=deenshahlyna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/feeds/376617793147799201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404556939623569879&amp;postID=376617793147799201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/376617793147799201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/376617793147799201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/2010/01/mama-is-coming-home.html' title='Mama is CoMINg HoMe!!!'/><author><name>Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12092903697274655311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SytTot8KglI/AAAAAAAAADA/78T8CY2MfGM/S220/DSCF0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404556939623569879.post-7883776421627581722</id><published>2009-12-27T08:55:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T09:29:43.390+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the day'/><title type='text'>InSTALLinG A HuSBaND - GuIDe For MaMA</title><content type='html'>Received an e-mail from a friend... funny!&lt;br /&gt;Mama, hope you like it, and readers.... enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INSTALLING HUSBAND‏&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman writes to the IT Technical support Guy:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Tech Support,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last year I upgraded from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend 5.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Husband 1.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I noticed a distinct slowdown in the overall system performance, particularly in the flower and jewelery applications, which operated flawlessly under &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend 5.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In addition, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Husband 1.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romance 9.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Personal Attention 6.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and then installed undesirable programs such as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEWS 5..0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONEY 3.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRICKET 4.1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversation 8.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no longer runs, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;House cleaning 2.6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; simply crashes the system. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please note that I have tried running &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nagging 5.3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to fix these problems, but to no avail. What can I do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Signed- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply From Tech Support Guy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;DEAR Madam, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First, keep in mind, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend 5.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is an &lt;strong&gt;Entertainment Package&lt;/strong&gt;, while Husband 1.0 is an &lt;strong&gt;Operating system&lt;/strong&gt;. Please enter command: &lt;strong&gt;ithoughtyoulovedme.html&lt;/strong&gt; and try to download &lt;strong&gt;Tears 6.2&lt;/strong&gt; and do not forget to install the &lt;strong&gt;Guilt 3.0&lt;/strong&gt; update. If that application works as designed, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Husband1.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; should then automatically run the applications &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jewellery 2.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Flowers 3.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, &lt;strong&gt;remember! &lt;/strong&gt;Overuse of the above application can cause &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Husband 1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to default to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Silence 2.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beer 6.1&lt;/span&gt;. Please note that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beer 6.1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a very bad program that will download the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snoring Loudly Beta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever you do, DO NOT under any circumstances install &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother-In-Law 1.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (it runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In addition, please do not attempt to reinstall the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend 5.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; program. These are unsupported applications and will crash &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Husband 1.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In summary, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Husband 1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly. You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance. We recommend: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cooking 3.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hot Looks 7.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good Luck Madam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Tech. Support-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kuang-kuang-kuang....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404556939623569879-7883776421627581722?l=deenshahlyna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/feeds/7883776421627581722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404556939623569879&amp;postID=7883776421627581722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/7883776421627581722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/7883776421627581722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-mama.html' title='InSTALLinG A HuSBaND - GuIDe For MaMA'/><author><name>Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12092903697274655311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SytTot8KglI/AAAAAAAAADA/78T8CY2MfGM/S220/DSCF0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404556939623569879.post-4367053577795473498</id><published>2009-12-25T21:52:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T04:08:44.422+04:00</updated><title type='text'>BosaN-BoSAn-BoSAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SzVT7pgSWXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8BbIOGHgOxE/s1600-h/bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419330010828921202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SzVT7pgSWXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8BbIOGHgOxE/s320/bored.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bosan? Kenapa ye...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BoSaN 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entahla... hari ni tak buat apa-apapun yang special. Routine jer, tapi hari ni dapat jugak la merasa Nasi Lemak lauk ayam. Sambil beriadah kat tepi pantai, dapat jugak la menikmati Nasi Lemak. Dah berapa lama tak telan Nasi Lemak. Bukan Nasi Lemak je, sejak Mama pegi, dah lama tak makan nasi. Ye la, sapa nak masak? kalau aku masak pun, makan sorang-sorang, BOsAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BoSaN 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comunication dengan Mama: entah la... kejap elok, kejap tak elok. Aku rasa, aku dah sehabis jujur dah. Tapi, Mama just being Mama! Yang aku dah tak buat dan yang dah aku tinggalkan tu lah dia selalu ungkit... Asik aku jer yang kena tuduh. Tapi kalau aku saja-saja nak tuduh Mama, uiks! dia punya hangin sampai ber"Ko and aku....". Pening kepala aku. Tapi kerana aku terlalu sayang kan Mama, aku telan je. Aku pasrah je. Munkin ni dah nasib aku, Mama tak dapat nak maafkan aku...&lt;br /&gt;BoSAn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BoSaN 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sentiasa nak jaga semuanya untuk Mama. Tapi kenapa setiap yang aku cuba nak perbaiki, Mama pandang sebelah mata? Tak ambik port pun. Macam apa yang aku buat untuk buktikan semua pada Mama, sia-sia... Macam mana lagi nak buat. Dah jujur pun kena, kalau tak jujur, lagi la... nanti susah kat aku sendiri.. BoSaN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AkU SeDAr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam ni lah nasib kalau dah pernah buat kesilapan.... Sebagai manusia biasa, aku cuma dapat memohon keampunan dari Mama... dan aku rasa Mama tak pernah memaafkan aku. Keampunan Mama hanya di mulut... Dihati Mama, dendam dan marah masih membara. Mama takkan dapat memaafkan aku selama-lamanya. Biar sampai langit ketujuh pun aku merayu, Mama tetap macam tu. Hati Mama takkan dapat menerima aku lagi seperti mana dulu.... AkU SedAr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besar kesilapanku besar lagi kesilapan mu,&lt;br /&gt;Hampa yang kau rasa kan hampa lagi perasaan ku&lt;br /&gt;Kau cuba menyatakan aku membuat kesilapan&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak munkin kau maafkan lagi ku tak munkin kau perlu disisi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besar kesilapan ku besar lagi keegoan mu&lt;br /&gt;Berkali ku beri alasan berkali kau menolak nya&lt;br /&gt;Kau ingin ku menyalakan diri ini bagai lilin&lt;br /&gt;Dan terbakar oleh perbuatan mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suasana sepi kini menambahkan hening didalam hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Mengadil sikapku biar dijiwamu aku telah tiada&lt;br /&gt;Waktu begini di usik kenangan silam yang bertandang&lt;br /&gt;Lalu ku biarkan ia menabahkan hati ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih ku cukup engkau buatku begini&lt;br /&gt;Luka ini usah engkau berdarahkan kembali&lt;br /&gt;Aku masih cinta padamu, Aku masih setia padamu&lt;br /&gt;Kembalilah engkau kepada ku seperti dahulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didalam rindu ku menangis didalam kalbu ku terasa&lt;br /&gt;Teringatmu dikala derita yang memisahkan kita&lt;br /&gt;Didalam sendu ku berseru yang terukir dalam hati ku&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih bukalah pintu untuk sekali ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKU CINTA KEPADAMU....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kadang-kadang aku rasa, sekarang ni aku yang lebih berusaha untuk perbaiki hubungan, dan aku dah pun perbaiki diri. Tapi semua tu belum cukup untuk Mama. Dan munkin rasa tak puas hati rasa tak percaya takkan pudar pada diri Mama. Apa lagi yang patut aku buat? Apa lagi yang perlu aku perbaiki? Puas aku fikirkan... aku dah buat apa yang aku termampu. Aku dah habis mencuba... Tapi ini tak bermakna aku akan berputus asa. Aku akan tetap terus berusaha, demi kasih sayang aku pada Mama dan demi cinta aku pada Mama. Semoga apa yang aku lakukan sekarang akan dapat meyakinkan Mama....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AkU SeDAr...&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/6404556939623569879-4367053577795473498?l=deenshahlyna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/feeds/4367053577795473498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404556939623569879&amp;postID=4367053577795473498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/4367053577795473498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/4367053577795473498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/2009/12/bosan-bosan-bosan.html' title='BosaN-BoSAn-BoSAN'/><author><name>Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12092903697274655311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SytTot8KglI/AAAAAAAAADA/78T8CY2MfGM/S220/DSCF0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SzVT7pgSWXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8BbIOGHgOxE/s72-c/bored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404556939623569879.post-361667512785442346</id><published>2009-12-22T12:47:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:41:40.106+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RePuBliC of MollossiA'/><title type='text'>Smallest Country in the WORLD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever heard of Republic of Molossia? it's the smallest Country in the world! And this proud country Motto: Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained...National anthem; Molossia, Nation in the Desert writen by Kevin Baugh. With an area claimed of 14.3 acres (58,000 sqm) and membership of 11 people you must be wondering where is it? The Republic of Molossia is a micronian and headquartered near Dayton, Nevada. It consists of Baugh's house (known as Government House), backyard and front garden, as well as two other properties in South California and Pennsylvania. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417985929402051298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SzCNf0AS6uI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/l1zJv3WMTUY/s320/Mollocia+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The National Flag and Coat of Arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417985524464470962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SzCNIPfpy7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/-b4zIjReBjQ/s320/mollocia+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Well every country had their own pressident right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let me introduce you to Mr President Kevin Baugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417985519884990802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SzCNH-b0eVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JQ6d3gqvfKI/s320/Mollocia+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A Republic needs a border!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417985527157158418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SzCNIZho8hI/AAAAAAAAAEI/07nq_MShrlE/s320/mollocia+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And at the border, there should be customs station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;History 101...&lt;br /&gt;Molossia traces its origins to a childhood micronation project — the Grand Republic of Vuldstein - which was created by Baugh and James Spielman on May 26, 1977. Vuldstein's leadership — and entire population — consisted of King James I (Spielman), and Prime Minister Baugh.&lt;br /&gt;On September 3, 1999, Baugh created the Republic of Molossia as a latter day successor to Vuldstein, and declared himself to be its president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The name Molossia is derived from the Spanish word morro which means "small rocky hill." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For more info, you can read it &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Republic_of_Molossia"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well Mama, ready for our next vacation? hehehe, google it if we need a Visa and any embassy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404556939623569879-361667512785442346?l=deenshahlyna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/feeds/361667512785442346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404556939623569879&amp;postID=361667512785442346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/361667512785442346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/361667512785442346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/2009/12/smallest-country-in-world.html' title='Smallest Country in the WORLD!!!'/><author><name>Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12092903697274655311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SytTot8KglI/AAAAAAAAADA/78T8CY2MfGM/S220/DSCF0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SzCNf0AS6uI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/l1zJv3WMTUY/s72-c/Mollocia+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404556939623569879.post-1032236540290330001</id><published>2009-12-17T12:15:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:02:54.007+04:00</updated><title type='text'>.... iT's WeEkENd ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's the last day at work! Yeay! tonite is tea tarik night as usual. There's three more new faces who'd just arrive the UAE by this week. So, more new friends! As for today in the office, right before lunch break I could hear a lot of laughing and gossiping (even the guys???) as there is less work in the office. According to one of my senior, it is normal here by year end... there's not much thing to do... The most popular word is "khalas!" in malay it means "habis!" hehehehe... Think thats the only arabic word I knew so far...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a circular on my table about arabic language 101 class which will be held here after office hour daily for non-arabic people, but hmmmm.. what for? I'm not going to spend the rest of my life here! As long as I could understand either if it's in urdhu, tamil, arab or WSE, it's good enough for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what else to write? erm... later tomorrow, if I got some story to tell after the tea tarik session. Maybe there could be something to share with all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404556939623569879-1032236540290330001?l=deenshahlyna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/feeds/1032236540290330001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404556939623569879&amp;postID=1032236540290330001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/1032236540290330001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/1032236540290330001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-weekend.html' title='.... iT&apos;s WeEkENd ....'/><author><name>Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12092903697274655311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SytTot8KglI/AAAAAAAAADA/78T8CY2MfGM/S220/DSCF0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404556939623569879.post-8636988200112130569</id><published>2009-12-16T19:17:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:52:47.513+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful day...'/><title type='text'>It's a B.E.A.U.tiful Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a beatiful day today! The sun is shining... cool breeze... wonder how long will it last. As in the office today, the scene was calm, with NO ISSUE (?) at all from site people. Well, maybe everything's under control or those site people just reloading their bullets. No worries, I got all my back covered already. With all the talks about KPI in the office today, even during lunch hour (sigh), I think most of this people just thinking about looking "good" on the paper rather than working their way up by adapting their knowledge, experience and showing their capability. This means, when we do our KPI, the boss will not be satisfied just because we left something in! The good thing that is!... I always thought that one day this type of people will appreciate that they had a job and to keep it, they must earned it in a good way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enough talking about those type of people. One thing I look up to is my colleague. He's a good man, and I really mean it! He even waited right until the right minute when he reached office and completed exactly 8 working hours! The first one I've ever work with... I remember when I work in Malaysia, the scene, the attitude were just so different, and when I started work here, I was too cautious of what to and what not to do. So much for being an expat! hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I finish work today, I walk out of office with a thought in my mind... Whats for dinner? hmmm.. It wasn't so hard when Mama was around, the dinner was always ready and I dont need to think of anything but to be home. At the same time, I was looking at my watch, counting 4 hours back and figuring the time in Sheffield, and what Mama was doing.... I hope she's fine, and I always missed her... Well I got myself a dinner, and find my way back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The streets were busy as before... with all the people trying to get home as soon as they could, the cab and busses... the smokes, the traffic lights, just like the Brit's says " Same S*it, Different day!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I been a while I've been here, and I never ever come accross beggars, or people asking for donation. Talking about donation, over here, there is a donation booth. There will be one man or lady (local of coz), sitting at a booth and just sit there and wait. Thingking of it, it's good though! You just sit there, doing nothing, sms or call someone, and you got paid! Huh.... what am I bragging about... owh, about beggar... today there was this one Indian or Pakistani man, I was not so sure as he was talking really-really slow... and like whispering... All I understood was his hand showing that he needs some food. He is wearing casual, and I was thinking, what happen to that man? All other people even the people with same Nationality (I guess) with him just ignore him... He than just walk away and later out of my sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always have a chat with Mama, if I'm not what I am right now, what will I be? I admit I am not a straight A student, but at least I try my best, and thank god I'm here right now! Whatever it is, I hope that man will be fine... or maybe he will be held by cops... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But it's a beautifull day today... and that's all that matters to me... Miss you Mama, and Love you so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404556939623569879-8636988200112130569?l=deenshahlyna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/feeds/8636988200112130569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404556939623569879&amp;postID=8636988200112130569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/8636988200112130569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/8636988200112130569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beautiful-day.html' title='It&apos;s a B.E.A.U.tiful Day!'/><author><name>Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12092903697274655311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SytTot8KglI/AAAAAAAAADA/78T8CY2MfGM/S220/DSCF0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404556939623569879.post-295704188602440230</id><published>2009-12-16T10:36:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:44:16.487+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kay-Pee-Eye'/><title type='text'>KPI oh KPI</title><content type='html'>KPI??? Key Performance Indicators? hmmm... its the end of the year, and everybody is working on it! Everywhere I laypark (lepak??) and have a cup of tea tarik, there will be a talk about bonus, and right after that the KPI... Talk about KPI, wonder what happen to the ministers back home with their KPI... huhuhu... its not easy to be a Dato' Menteri! So, do your work right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guys and gal, happy KPI's month! Lets get back to filling the KPI forms!&lt;br /&gt;Read more about this KPI &lt;a href="http://management.about.com/cs/generalmanagement/a/keyperfindic.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love U Mama!&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/6404556939623569879-295704188602440230?l=deenshahlyna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/feeds/295704188602440230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404556939623569879&amp;postID=295704188602440230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/295704188602440230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/295704188602440230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/2009/12/kpi-oh-kpi.html' title='KPI oh KPI'/><author><name>Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12092903697274655311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SytTot8KglI/AAAAAAAAADA/78T8CY2MfGM/S220/DSCF0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404556939623569879.post-6419731714999512882</id><published>2009-12-15T21:33:00.011+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:18:23.647+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Near Miss.... LDR'/><title type='text'>Near Miss!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SyfJ0sNXcKI/AAAAAAAAACs/OWOjRPWFJ-Y/s1600-h/DSCF0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Sunday, it's time to re-organize the house furniture to a new look. Mama just do her supervizing at the other end.. well not really full time supervise... So, during the re-arrange of our sofa, here's what I found. This multiple 4 pin socket was burnt. Luckily, nothing happen. I was surprise as the breaker did not actually trip. But when I tested it, it was working good. Wonder what happen.... hmmm &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SyfJ0sNXcKI/AAAAAAAAACs/OWOjRPWFJ-Y/s1600-h/DSCF0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SyfJ1O73LwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IYHscrBdEoc/s1600-h/DSCF0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But no worries Mama. Papa blocked the terminal so that we will not used it anymore. Plus will tell the apartment owner about this... And he would for sure do it as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SyfJ1O73LwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IYHscrBdEoc/s1600-h/DSCF0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As for the house new furniture, hopefully Mama will love it. Less furniture now as I've threw and given away most of the unused one! But, later Mama will have to arrange everything in the wardrobe. Sorry Mama... Papa really don't know how to do it. I just hang everything that could be hang, and the one that Mama fold and still intact, Papa just put it as it is! hehehe... You know how I hate folding the clothes Mama. Sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little update: as for this week, Papa is less busy in the office. Just lately I've to do a lot of typing with my Key Performance Index (KPI). Well you know, when it's the end of the year, it's KPI time! Today Papa have submited my KPI, and hopefully it'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have also read Mama's posting on &lt;a href="http://shahlyna.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-distance-love.html"&gt;Long Distance Love&lt;/a&gt;.... My comment?&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting, I mean the relationship. As posted by Mama, the best quote that I have in mind was "the less you see each other, the more you need to hear each other". It's sounds nice, but what should we talk about. What we wear? what we eat? How's work? and than what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays there is a lot of comunication means that the so call "Long Distance Lovers" can used. There is Yahoo Messenger (support voice, video and chat messages), VOIP (Voice Over Internet Protocal, which definately support only voice, I think!), Facebook (which connect people, wonder if FB could really help LDR...) Skype (Support as Yahoo Messenger does, but better! Skype you Mama! hehehe) and some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how could we make it? Well, set the timing. Thats a good one, as the time zone plays a role in this, one have to sacrifice the sleeping hours to make this. Imagine if the time different was 12 hours... I remember the time when I need to have a conference call to the States (USA) and the time different was 12 hours, I have to be in the office at night!&lt;br /&gt;Back to LDR stuff, again when one had make a call, it's better that that time should be utilized as maximum as one should do. This will show the interest, the commitment of one to another. DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT do anything else except comunicating to your couple! You need to be focusing to ONLY one! That she/he at the other end! This is important as "the less you see each other, the more you wanted to hear each other".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all up to individual. As for me, whenever I was in comunication, I will never do anything else but focusing to Mama. The sharing of thoughts and feelings as we go through our day to day life without seeing each other. This feelings of missing, watching her crying missing you, calming her down and promise to never betray the love, and will keep all the moments of our last encounter was so precious.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sometime the conversations become rough as one could never stands the tensions of work and I think the best word to say was "Sorry if I hurt your feeling. I didn't meant what I said...." than followed by "I love you...!" . Beautiful isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to hit the shower! See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Mama, love the photo on top of your blog! Stay cool and pretty all the time. See you at skype! Love You...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404556939623569879-6419731714999512882?l=deenshahlyna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/feeds/6419731714999512882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404556939623569879&amp;postID=6419731714999512882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/6419731714999512882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/6419731714999512882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/2009/12/near-miss.html' title='Near Miss!!!'/><author><name>Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12092903697274655311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SytTot8KglI/AAAAAAAAADA/78T8CY2MfGM/S220/DSCF0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404556939623569879.post-1680207726008323591</id><published>2009-12-12T04:05:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:40:16.088+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will Always Love You... Mama'/><title type='text'>Why and Because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why? atau dalam bahasa melayu kenapa.... Satu persoalan. kenapa bumi bulat? Kenapa tak lonjong je? Kenapa tak petak je? Soalan yang boleh dikira susah nak jawab kalau kita tak ada ilmu. Kalau kita bertanya, kita pasti mendapat jawapan. Sama ada jawapan itu berasaskan fakta atau ianya sekadar untuk memuaskan hati orang yang bertanya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kalau difikir secara ilmiah, secara logik dan berasaskan fakta, kadang-kadang susah kita nak terima, dan akhirnya jawapan itu akan membuahkan lagi pertanyaan yang jengkel, menyakitkan hati. Justeru itu, bila jawapan yang diberi tidak selari dengan kemahuan kita, hati akan mengambil alih! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WhY!!! (As posted by &lt;a href="http://shahlyna.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-can-you-break-my-heart-tell-me-you.html"&gt;Mama&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Persoalan: Kenapa Papa tak bagi tau dah balik?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jawapan: Papa dah bagi tau Mama kemana, apa dan berapa lama Papa akan keluar. Mama dah tau Papa keluar makan, dan seperti kebiasaan, lepas makan Papa akan berbual kosong dengan teman-teman. Dan Papa rasa tak salah kalau Papa bergaul secara sihat dengan teman-teman Papa yang rata-rata tau "batas-batas" persahabatan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Papa pun dah bagi tahu Mama, talian internet Papa ada masalah sikit, kadang-kadang sukar untuk Papa mendapat isyarat dari modem Papa. Dan memang dah lumrah dirumah Papa, kalau talian Papa (yang Papa kongsi bersama yang lain) teramat sibuk, Papa tak dapat nak berhubung dengan Mama. Papa minta maaf seandainya ianya menyakitkan hati Mama. Papa telah menghantar pesanan di semua jenis "network" yang Mama gunakan. Tapi nasib tak menyebelahi Papa! Salahkah Papa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tidur awal... Papa rasa Mama dah tau yang Papa memang bercadang tidur awal, tapi bukan la seawal jam 8 atau 9 malam. Papa keluar dari rumah dari jam 9.00 malam dan Papa balik sekitar jam 11 (atau hampir jam 11). Dan papa juga terlalu mengantuk dan setelah gagal menghubungi Mama, Papa tertidur. Salahkah Papa sebab gagal menghantarkan pesanan dan sehingga Papa tertidur? Panggilan telefon dari adik Mama, yg mama minta bertanyakan lokasi Papa, sudah cukup untuk Papa jadikan sebagai bukti yang Papa berada dirumah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Breaking your Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mama,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bukan niat Papa nk menghancurkan hati mama, Papa tak dapat nak memaafkan diri Papa sekiranya Papa ulangi tabiaat lama. Papa tau, mama sayangkan Papa sebab tu Papa telah berazam untuk tak melukakan hati Mama lagi. Papa telah terlalu amat jujur pada Mama. Papa akui kesilapan yang telah lalu, dan ianya menjadi satu igauan ngeri dalam episod hidup bersama kita, dan dari itu Papa telah mendapat pengajarannya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Papa tak sanggup lagi untuk menyakitkan hati Mama, tapi malangnya bila sesuatu berlaku diluar kawalan Papa, Mama dengan senangnya melatah. Kata-kata makian dan kejiaan Mama lemparkan pada Papa. Papa akur dengan setiap apa yang Mama katakan. Semua tuduhan Mama teramatlah pedih, tapi apakan daya Papa. Jarak yang memisahkan kita dan kasih sayang yang kuat antara kita, kadang-kadang boleh membinasakan apa yang kita ada. Persefahaman antara kita amat perlu demi menjaga apa yang kita telah ada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sikap pemarah Mama yang kebiasaannya amat keterlaluan selalu mengguris hati Papa. Tapi, dek kerana kesilapan yang Papa telah lakukan, Papa tak berdaya untuk memadam api kemarahan Mama, dan terpaksa Papa telan setiap kata-kata caci dan makian dari Mama. Papa pasrah... Munkin ini ujian buat Papa agar sentiasa beringat dengan kesalahan yang Papa telah lakukan pada Mama. Tapi Mama, Papa bukan sempurna. Papa banyak cacat celanya dan perlukan Mama untuk perbaiki segala kekurangan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I should stay, I will only be in your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SyLqDo1e3MI/AAAAAAAAACk/hYCM5HfFI48/s1600-h/Love+U.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414147050275003586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SyLqDo1e3MI/AAAAAAAAACk/hYCM5HfFI48/s320/Love+U.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I go, but I know I'll think of you every step of the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I will always LOVE you... I will always LOVE you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope life treats you kind and I hope you have all you dream of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I wish you joy and happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But above all this, I'm wishing you LOVE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I will always LOVE you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will always LOVE you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will always LOVE you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You... darling I LOVE you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404556939623569879-1680207726008323591?l=deenshahlyna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/feeds/1680207726008323591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404556939623569879&amp;postID=1680207726008323591' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/1680207726008323591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/1680207726008323591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-and-because.html' title='Why and Because...'/><author><name>Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12092903697274655311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SytTot8KglI/AAAAAAAAADA/78T8CY2MfGM/S220/DSCF0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SyLqDo1e3MI/AAAAAAAAACk/hYCM5HfFI48/s72-c/Love+U.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404556939623569879.post-1162748044678410894</id><published>2009-12-10T18:51:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:44:40.525+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perpisahan ~ Anuar Zain'/><title type='text'>C.I.N.T.A</title><content type='html'>Ku mengerti perpisahan ini&lt;br /&gt;Bukan kerana kau membenci&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kasih yang pernah ku beri&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lagi bersama&lt;br /&gt;Seringkala aku terlihatkan mu&lt;br /&gt;Impian nan indah bersulam bahagia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku harungi hari demi hari&lt;br /&gt;Bersama wajah tak munkin akan kembali&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hati masih tak terima&lt;br /&gt;Ditinggalkan sengsara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keraguan ini bukanlah padamu&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan hati masih rindu&lt;br /&gt;Kekalutan ini hanyalah untuk ku&lt;br /&gt;Tercari-cari bayangan mu&lt;br /&gt;Tak sanggup aku kehilangan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehilangan mu...&lt;br /&gt;Masih tercari-cari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those are the lyrics of Anuar Zain's Perpisahan. It was an original sound track for the film CINTA. Directed by Kabir Bhatia, is about the universally of love in five interesting stories of "CINTA". The stars gave their best performance with veterans like Dato' Rahim Razali (as Elyas, a retired teacher) who suffer alzheimer's, and with his reputation, I would say audience will feel the pity and sympathy for him as they would for others they knew had suffer from the same decease. Opposite of him was Fatimah Abu Bakar (Akademi Fantasia!) who was equally impressive displaying emotions that are genuine as she plays the kind-hearted storekeeper who decides to take care of Elyas. . Though the stories was independent, the characters are connected to each other by circumstances, coincidence or lacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With love as its universal theme, the movie takes us through the journey of lives of five couple in search, find and lost their love sets in the metropolitan skyline of Kuala Lumpur as the backdrop. Through them, we could understand and experience the different facets of love (CINTA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404556939623569879-1162748044678410894?l=deenshahlyna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/feeds/1162748044678410894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404556939623569879&amp;postID=1162748044678410894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/1162748044678410894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/1162748044678410894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/2009/12/cinta.html' title='C.I.N.T.A'/><author><name>Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12092903697274655311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SytTot8KglI/AAAAAAAAADA/78T8CY2MfGM/S220/DSCF0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404556939623569879.post-491594922861705841</id><published>2009-12-10T11:28:00.013+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:51:14.717+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dubai Marina Festival City'/><title type='text'>What the....</title><content type='html'>What the.... why is it so hard to change this templates of my blog? hmm... guess its been too long since I left the blogshpere... I've been saving a lot of the design which I captured from the web, but still, when I download it, it doesn't make any sense!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still trying hard and with Mama's helping me, I think I'm in good situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At The Office~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the same old same in the office. I've not warm up my seat yet, but there it goes, the first phone call. Tell you the truth, I'm kind of pissed off when somebody called, just to inform me that they'd sent me an e-mail pretaining this and that and need my intention. Helloooo... there's a priority button on your outlook mail Mister! click it and I'd know that your mail is important and I will attend it right away (ya rite!! haha!)! Simple as that, but hey, you just had to call and ruin my day...&lt;br /&gt;Than there I am checking the "important" mail, and guess what? He sent me an attachment for me to sent it to anohter person! What? I'm a postman or messenger today? If I am, must be highly paid for an expat postman! Haha....&lt;br /&gt;But coming to 12 noon, everything will calm down, after the zohor prayer, here I am, writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FLASHBACK-FLASHBACK-FLASHBACK!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dubai Marina Festival City and Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is kind of a flashback, so Mama and others, enjoy the photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Opening sounds of a Harp... if you know what I mean...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SyCm4EoXGXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GN0T7H9M2D0/s1600-h/DSCF0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413510234345249138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SyCm4EoXGXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GN0T7H9M2D0/s320/DSCF0059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One thing about Mama that I like the most, was her post whenever I took a photo! Isn't she's cute (perasan pulak aku nih!). Eat your heart out guys! She's Mine... All Mine (haha...). The trip was short but tiring as along the way, we were stuck in the traffic for almost three hours. The driver told us that there must be an accident up ahead, but as soon as we approach the city limit, everything was smooth. I was wondering, where is the damn accident?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we arrived safely at the hotel, and the fist thing I did was looking for my sweater. It was damn cold and when I look inside our luggage bag, it was not there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma, sweater Pa mana?" " Ada dalam beg la..." said Mama, than after she couldn't find it... she smile and said, " Ala, Pa.. sorry erk, Ma tertinggal. Jom kita beli sweater lain untuk Pa ye..." and she bought me a new one, but later she will nag about it in her blog... hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413529092918176802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SyC4ByShbCI/AAAAAAAAACM/RIWDq8YTTQA/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;Dubai Marina Festival City, thats what the people called it (not sure if it's rite). Photo above is the view of our hotel, and of coz the boat ( not much of a Marina if you don't have those luxury boat landing....) and a glimpse of Marina Festival city fun park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413531351498313730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SyC6FQJ_UAI/AAAAAAAAACc/5cePX0fts88/s320/2.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SyC2XOd4RvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3HThnqkOuoM/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's another shots of Mama... FYI, all this photo's was taken after a meal... thats dinner, breakfast, lunch and dinner on a different day of coz... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SyC2XookSUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OwEr8cXXKOA/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413527269260151106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SyC2XookSUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OwEr8cXXKOA/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Have you ever heard of PlayStation's guitar hero? the two emirati juv really can hit the notes, or couldn't they? The cute boy and girls however I think, they are celebrities... may be they been in a couple of local tv drama or something... hehehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have the fun, and it was Mama's birthday. I could not get Mama's present ready as there is limited time from the day Mama arrived, I have not got a chance to go out alone. My plan was to buy that GC watch that Mama tried on at Marina Mall, but later I bought her a different one, at Dubai.... hope she like it... can read about it &lt;a href="http://shahlyna.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-memories-on-my-besday-part-2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . It was fun, full with happy moments and it was tiring... time to go back home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the Harp sound again...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back in the office... hehehehe... Have a good day ahead... its time for me to head home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: Mama, your furniture will be here this Saturday!!! Love you and miss you Mama...&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/6404556939623569879-491594922861705841?l=deenshahlyna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/feeds/491594922861705841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404556939623569879&amp;postID=491594922861705841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/491594922861705841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/491594922861705841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/2009/12/what.html' title='What the....'/><author><name>Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12092903697274655311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SytTot8KglI/AAAAAAAAADA/78T8CY2MfGM/S220/DSCF0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SyCm4EoXGXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GN0T7H9M2D0/s72-c/DSCF0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404556939623569879.post-2303735064839860162</id><published>2009-12-08T00:32:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:55:05.730+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Demam lagi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Demam lagi... dalam banyak-banyak demam, aku memang kalah dengan selsema. Start dengan hidung tershumbat, lepas tu, gerenti 100% aku akan batuk. Pastu bila dah dekat-dekat nak baik batuk tu, aku tak leh tersedak. Tak kisah la tersedak time makan ke, time dok saja-saja ke atau tersedak air, aku sure akan batuk berterusan sampai berpeluh... Demam ni aku rasa macam nak melarat jer masa hari ahad baru ni. Pukul 2.30 petang, tetiba jer aku rasa nak muntah masa tgh reply e-mail. Aku pun apa lagi, lari la masuk toilet, siap pakai pintu emergency lagi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uwekkkkk... uweeeeekkkk... time tu, aku dah tak kisah dah sapa-sapa yang ada dalam toilet, nasib baik time tu line clear... Lepas tu mata aku berpinar-pinar.... pening. Balik keje aku pegi la clinic, dapat la ubat... Respiratory Infection, than sempat lagi Doktor nasihat kat aku suruh berenti merokok. Hajat tu memang ada, but slowly la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari ni tak tahan sangat dah rasa, balik dari warehouse, aku terus cari clinic, dapat la MC untuk esok. Tapi lusa, aku kena followup, aku rasa Doktor tu takut aku kene you know what... But aku harap tak la. Teringat pulak aku masa kat kampung, ustaz kata kalau kita demam atau sakit, tu penghapus dosa kecil, insya Allah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sebut pasal H1Ni ni, aku terbaca la petikan ni (&lt;a href="http://www.hmetro.com.my/Current_News/myMetro/Sunday/Ekspresi/20090809091804/Article/indexv_html"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;) Semoga kita dapat sikit panduan.... Insya Allah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404556939623569879-2303735064839860162?l=deenshahlyna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/feeds/2303735064839860162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404556939623569879&amp;postID=2303735064839860162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/2303735064839860162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/2303735064839860162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/2009/12/demam-lagi.html' title='Demam lagi'/><author><name>Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12092903697274655311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SytTot8KglI/AAAAAAAAADA/78T8CY2MfGM/S220/DSCF0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404556939623569879.post-4055109784280244453</id><published>2009-12-07T13:39:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:52:22.995+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesucinya Cinta mu'/><title type='text'>Sesucinya Cinta mu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The song from Anuar Zain... "Sesuci Cinta mu". It is one of a few song that lifted up Anuar Zain's name in Malaysian music industry. I remembered him as I was a small boy, singing a duet song with Elina (did I spell it right?), back than he was popular known as "Anuar and Elina". A lot of rumours that they have this "monkey love" thing, in other words they were childhood sweetheart. But that was just rumours. You know that malays like rumours.... so typical. As I scroll looking for that song video in YouTube, I came accross this cute little girl, so innocent, so cute singing this song by her own version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Less that she knew this was broadcast and viewed by a lot of internet surfer (includes me? hehehe). Watch and enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-185b9590af49d26d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D185b9590af49d26d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331265458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9721F3F5ADD5662B3F60D472239A6717C872CE6.64415544D9726CD017A589389D74BC7F2A02118E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D185b9590af49d26d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhhX5wEjGRc1dttk8dG4MYNGX8o4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D185b9590af49d26d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331265458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9721F3F5ADD5662B3F60D472239A6717C872CE6.64415544D9726CD017A589389D74BC7F2A02118E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D185b9590af49d26d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhhX5wEjGRc1dttk8dG4MYNGX8o4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Isn't she cute?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404556939623569879-4055109784280244453?l=deenshahlyna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/feeds/4055109784280244453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404556939623569879&amp;postID=4055109784280244453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/4055109784280244453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/4055109784280244453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/2009/12/sesucinya-cinta-mu.html' title='Sesucinya Cinta mu...'/><author><name>Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12092903697274655311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SytTot8KglI/AAAAAAAAADA/78T8CY2MfGM/S220/DSCF0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404556939623569879.post-6298858181235814077</id><published>2009-12-07T00:32:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:19:23.924+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribute...'/><title type='text'>Is it the End????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is it the end? Well, hopefully not today, but it's all in GOD's will though.... A question struck into my mind as I was about to sleep! Than suddenly I remember this song. I was just a little boy when I first heard the song. My dad used to play it, but I guess it wasn't the original singer as I remembered the album cover was a Dannish band group called ABBA. So, as usual Google it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I found that the original singer was a country singer turn to Pop, no other than Skeeter Davis! Figures! hehehe, than suddenly I thought about a nasyid singer turn to be a Rock Star. Well, he's "One in a Million!" hehehehe (you know who he is, no intro to him...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, this song is dedicated and a tribute to my Dad... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3b49c521dd0c1585" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b49c521dd0c1585%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331265458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8487CEA0E9A4CB07919826A2272A3ED9AF7FCC1C.1653CB5BE51CB1277B641254FDE9D4CDE6AED04D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b49c521dd0c1585%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dz95MQbtqJ570pJQ_K_BilJKiodU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b49c521dd0c1585%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331265458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8487CEA0E9A4CB07919826A2272A3ED9AF7FCC1C.1653CB5BE51CB1277B641254FDE9D4CDE6AED04D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b49c521dd0c1585%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dz95MQbtqJ570pJQ_K_BilJKiodU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The song was writen by Arthur Kent and lyrics by Sylvia Dee. The record was realease by RCA Records in December 1962 and reached its greatest success in March 1963, peaking at number 2 on the Billboard Hot 100 Pop chart, number 2 on the Billboard Country Single Chart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I dont know why in the sudden I accidently humming this song while waiting for Mama.... maybe because I miss my dad.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404556939623569879-6298858181235814077?l=deenshahlyna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/feeds/6298858181235814077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404556939623569879&amp;postID=6298858181235814077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/6298858181235814077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/6298858181235814077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-it-end.html' title='Is it the End????'/><author><name>Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12092903697274655311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SytTot8KglI/AAAAAAAAADA/78T8CY2MfGM/S220/DSCF0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404556939623569879.post-5654281949669280447</id><published>2009-12-06T12:32:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:06:58.234+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction: For you Mama'/><title type='text'>deenshahlyna.blogspot.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum w.b.t...&lt;br /&gt;Pembuka tirai blog "A Picture of Life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to : the love of my life... &lt;strong&gt;Mama&lt;/strong&gt; ( Suzalina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's been a while that I stop blogging. But hey! I'm back again! My thanks to my sweetheart, Mama, who had always been beside me through the good and BAD times... Hopefully Mama will enjoy this blog as other would to (I hope! :-P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what should I start with? First of all, the language.. I think it's better that I use the "rojak" language, because.... hey! I'm Malaysian! Being living outside Malaysia and enjoying it, this place is my home (already???... Mama?). I like it here, and so do Mama...! Owh, to those who would thought that Mama is my "mom", well, she is my sweetheart, my friend, and my love of my life. Though most of the time we were way apart, but she's always inside here, in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the time (hearing MJ's "Remember the Time" song...), Mama and me once promise that she'd lock her heart, and gave the "key" to me.... so that nobody could enter it... Thanks Mama. Papa appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a bit of introduction about my self I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: erm.... Mama always called me "Papa" or "Pa" or "Sayang" hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Occupation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: doing some jobs here and there to earn a living . making enough to support myself and Mama, of coz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Ice Age (which ever part you enjoy, except the part III. Dinosours are too damn OLD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Photography (learning DSLR.... with of coz Mama comments about my photo's), eating (especially masak lemak kuning udang Mama!), Shopping/window shopping with Mama, Travelling and sight seeing, and many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ask Mama. She insisted me on this! Well, Mama said that she like to read what I write, or... confius... confuze.... ekekekek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to Mama and the rest of the blogger (either you're a writer, reader, or whatever), please feel free to comment(s)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: rest assure that after this, Mama will ask me to change the blog layout lah, new widget lah, and apa2 lagi lah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404556939623569879-5654281949669280447?l=deenshahlyna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/feeds/5654281949669280447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404556939623569879&amp;postID=5654281949669280447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/5654281949669280447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404556939623569879/posts/default/5654281949669280447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deenshahlyna.blogspot.com/2009/12/shahlynadeenblogspotcom.html' title='deenshahlyna.blogspot.com'/><author><name>Papa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12092903697274655311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GOELxYQQTDU/SytTot8KglI/AAAAAAAAADA/78T8CY2MfGM/S220/DSCF0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
