<?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-7438134571519615927</id><updated>2012-01-20T17:18:45.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To love another person is to see the face of God</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-4418180762120814856</id><published>2012-01-20T16:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:18:45.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syurga atau neraka ,</title><content type='html'>There is nothing wrong if you happen to cry while you are watching this. Or after you watched this video. Ya Allah, living for more than twenty years, for all the things that my parents did. Will they get what they deserve from me ?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/973drXYjJw8"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/973drXYjJw8?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When my grandmother passed away, I got to see all the things that the Ustaz said being done by my mother and her siblings. Alhamdulillah although it was a painful experience. On that day, I slowly taught and whispered to my grandmother to say the Shahada. At first, I saw my mother and uncle were doing it. Then I asked my mother to pass the baton to me cause I know she was trying real hard not to cry while she was doing it. When I whispered the Shahadah to my grandmother close to her ears, I couldn't say it clearly because it was really hard. Harder than what I imagined. My heart was aching as I was trying my best not to cry while looking at her. I only did for few times then I asked my uncle to continue cause I ended up crying beside her. Remembering this, I couldn't stop myself from crying. I miss her. I am glad and grateful until now that I was given the chance by Him to see her before she left us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-4418180762120814856?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4418180762120814856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4418180762120814856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2012/01/syurga-atau-neraka.html' title='Syurga atau neraka ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/973drXYjJw8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-7822531538379559269</id><published>2012-01-10T05:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T10:02:51.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's normal ,</title><content type='html'>As I'm typing this, I just cleaned the kitchen. And after more than a week, I can actually see the sink now. If you don't get what I mean, it's okay. Right now and definitely right here, I just have to tell everyone that I feel so productive lately. I cleaned the toilet and did my laundry at the same time (multitasking is my specialty), I re-folded my clothes, I ironed my baju kurung, I cleaned my study table and some other things that if I tell my mum, she'll definitely be very proud of me. After you read what I wrote and IF you didn't sense any sarcasm, oh well. I seriously did all the things that I mentioned. Just because. Just because, ahhh not worth mentioning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being loud and outspoken is not easy. Seriously, I feel like crying now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be having my midterm in less than a week. Four subjects, four papers. I'm having my so called study week right now haha. I have got to say, at times like these I am so emotional. Listening to some songs that remind me of my family, parents especially will make me cry. Hahahahaha feel more or less like a pondan right now. Anyways, plans have been made :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, lots of my friends shared this. Oh and it reminds me of something happened few years back when I went for tarawih prayers with my dearest mummy and ayah. On that day, I definitely knew that the Imam was different than the usual one based on his recitation of dua' . I told my mum about it and she agreed. His recitation of every dua' , subhanAllah. I guarantee that you'll definitely smile. As I went for the tarawih prayer alone only with my parents, obviously "moreh" is the one thing that I looked forward to haha. After satisfied filling my tummy, my mum will ask me whether I am done. If I said yes, she'll ask me to look for my dad so that we can go home. When I was looking for my dad, I saw him sitting in a circle with the Imam of the surau, Ustaz Harun and few other familiar faces. BUT on that day, I saw a guy probably same age as I was wearing a white abaya and a white turban joined in and sat with them. He was definitely noticeable considering him being surrounded with much older guys haha. After I called for my dad, of course as a girl I have to tell my mum what I just saw hahahhahha. I told my mum about the guy that I saw and I think that he was the Imam for today's prayers and yes, he is cute. My mum just smiled. When we were in the car, my mum purposely asking my dad more about the Imam (for my sake hahahhahaha, thank you mmy. LOVE YOU &amp;lt;3) and my dad answered all the questions and I was smiling while listening to him. The reason I'm telling this is because, oh well, this will come out real weird. Oh mmhm well, I definitely want a guy as a husband (is this really me?) that will guide me and to correct me if I'm wrong. And yes, of course I know I should stop now because it is getting weird. Hahahahhahahahhahaahha what is wrong with me? Forgive me, and yes, the point of me writing that long is to ask anyone of you who is actually reading this to watch this video. Definitely A+ in every aspect. Well, if you get what I mean. Do you ? Hahhahaha okay, I'll stop :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/V2BoW4hCwgs?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh I changed the template of my blog. Much softer colour as I'll turn twenty-one soon. I might as well change myself to be more ladylike. Yes, ladylike. Pffffttttt, yeah right. Anyways, this is my first post for 2012 :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-7822531538379559269?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7822531538379559269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7822531538379559269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-normal.html' title='It&apos;s normal ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/V2BoW4hCwgs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-7659498946830174056</id><published>2011-12-24T06:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T23:26:22.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me speak ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;I unintentionally made a poem for my future self. It's something I'll never show to anyone until the right time comes. If anyone happen to read it oh well I doubt they'll know it was written by me. OH yes, it's that unusual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I don't feel good about a lot of things and I'm not sure why. It is not that I don't appreciate the people around me but sometimes, I just need someone, a friend, a companion that willingly and sincerely ask me how am I doing. Really. I need that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It breaks my heart when someone who I called my friend tries to bring me down, every single time she got the chance. Thought you'll help me like how I help you. I guess sincerity is nowhere to be found when you are surrounded with people or someone that filled their heart with greed and selfishness. It is tiring for me to fake a smile every single day. And I know, blaming other people is not the right thing to do but I just need to let this out. And let me get this straight, I'm not saying I'm nice cause I'm nowhere close because I'm a person who lacks in well, a lot. I know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, and now I'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a pair of running shoe so bad. And I wanted to go to Cairo or Alex to buy one because friends of mine said much cheaper to buy it over there and more choices. Compared to Mansoura haha. But Mmy and Ayah wouldn't let me so yeah, basically I can't go anywhere. Not complaining cause I know, they're just worried with the condition here in Egypt. So in conclusion, I don't know when will I ever get a pair of running shoe. Oh and my jeans ripped ! It was an accident cause it got stuck to a nail then all I see was a hole haha. Good reasons to shop but it's not happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh 6 days to a new year. People kept asking me what is my plan. Obviously the answer is to study and get a good sleep cause it's not that I'm having a holiday on that day hahahaha. When I tell this to my friends, all they say is, "How lame can a medic student be." Hahhahahhaha and that is all I can do, to laugh at such comment :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know me well, I love bags, shoes and watches. And these are just too cute not to be liked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a sucker for backpacks now too. I got one from my sister for my twentieth birthday. Yeah, the backpack with a monkey hanging on it hahahha, I love it so much and of course I felt guilty when she really bought it for me. Cause frankly, it was out of my reach cause obviously, I'm a student. What do you expect ? I hate TAX, you're making everything expensive haihhhh. But oh well, I feel blessed to get it from my sister though haha and I love the colour too :D oh and did I tell you she accidentally left the price tag? More reasons for me to feel guilty hehhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kip.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/p11378305v380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 303px;" src="http://kip.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/p11378305v380.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g-lvl3.nordstromimage.com/imagegallery/store/product/Large/17/_6442717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 537px;" src="http://g-lvl3.nordstromimage.com/imagegallery/store/product/Large/17/_6442717.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7438134571519615927-7659498946830174056?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7659498946830174056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7659498946830174056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/12/let-me-speak.html' title='Let me speak ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-7810514222345580197</id><published>2011-12-03T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T02:52:11.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great day ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQ1YCBCrwW8/TtkbGA5eZxI/AAAAAAAAAaY/o5loosXGgvs/s1600/BIRTHDAYGIRLL.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQ1YCBCrwW8/TtkbGA5eZxI/AAAAAAAAAaY/o5loosXGgvs/s320/BIRTHDAYGIRLL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681602195038824210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You are the biggest bully ever. You always make me cry. You turn my life upside down. You,everything about you is a nightmare to me but it never stops me from loving you. I love you so much. Thanks for everything! For babysitting me when I was a little kid when mmy and ayah weren't around, for baking me cookies whenever I crave for them, for listening to me whenever I have something to talk about, for pinching me whenever YOU FEEL LIKE IT, for biting me whenever YOU FEEL LIKE IT, for purposely giving me your slimy kisses whenever YOU FEEL LIKE IT though you know I hate it so much, for forcing me to cook for you WHENEVER YOU FEEL LIKE EATING, for bullying me just because you are BORED and you need some entertainment, for making me cry in front of everyone, for embarassing me anywhere at anytime just because you feel like doing so and for making me the luckiest sister to experience all these. Thank you. Sincerely from the bottom of my heart, I love you. Since today is your birthday, I really hope that you'll have a great time though it is quite impossible since I am not around you on this very fine day haha. For that, be happy with the other five :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday ! You've been there for me since I was a kid and I promise you that I'll do the same. To pray for you is something that you shouldn't be worried at all.  Wishing you nothing but the best and a great year ahead, insya-Allah. Thanks for being a great sister of mine. I have got nothing much to say cause I'm really homesick right now and I'm afraid I'll cry. And if I cry instead of studying that is not good cause I have exams tomorrow. I know you'll be asking me for your present as soon as you read this but not to worry, I know what to buy for you and its only a matter of time hehe. I know you'll like it but you just have to wait :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGPWzw5MXs8/TtkZD9DOwYI/AAAAAAAAAaM/DzCQ4L4yNhw/s320/birthdaygirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681599960623006082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for using this same old picture but I couldn't find any other picture of us :) &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you so much ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7438134571519615927-7810514222345580197?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7810514222345580197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7810514222345580197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/12/d-d-d-d-d-d-d-you-are-biggest-bully.html' title='A great day ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQ1YCBCrwW8/TtkbGA5eZxI/AAAAAAAAAaY/o5loosXGgvs/s72-c/BIRTHDAYGIRLL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-5053282378794729455</id><published>2011-11-29T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T06:45:48.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Winter is here so it gets colder day by day. Wearing a jumper and a boxer is not so smart ey ?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RINDU AHHHHHH (!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha just for the sake of updating as someone who actually read my blog asked me to haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I envy my friends as I listened to their plans for winter break. Some of them are going back to Malaysia and some of them are planning to go for a holiday around Europe haha. So nice, right ? If I were given the chance to choose, oh well IF I were given the chance, I don't know. Backpacking with friends is something that I never do before so it will be a great experience for me. Going back to Malaysia is well, need I say more ? Seeing your family, FTW ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and Kak Aliah, if you're reading this hahahhahhahahha, NO, I'm not being kesian here. Just saying, that is all. No other intention hahahhahahah :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT oh well haha, this pep talk is going nowhere cause NO, I am going nowhere for this winter break. I'll be in Mansoura in case anyone is looking for me haha. Or maybe I'll go to Cairo or Alex. That is all :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exams is next week, I really hope that I'll do well. Insya-Allah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7438134571519615927-5053282378794729455?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5053282378794729455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5053282378794729455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/11/winter-is-here-so-it-gets-colder-day-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-3927238579820083335</id><published>2011-11-18T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T09:59:13.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi GREEN ! :D</title><content type='html'>I really did write a lengthy post before and it went missing.*PPOOOOOFFFFFFF* Yeaps, just like that. I am so angry right now :|&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of things happened but oh well, that is life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-3927238579820083335?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/3927238579820083335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/3927238579820083335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-green-d.html' title='Hi GREEN ! :D'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-2372039178751431456</id><published>2011-09-15T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T14:53:53.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semua yang hidup akan pergi ,</title><content type='html'>I am grateful to Him for giving me the chance to be with her till her last breath, Alhamdulillah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at her wardrobe, bed and every little thing reminds me and the others of her. It is undeniable that I miss her already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insya-Allah, semoga nenek ditempatkan di kalangan orang-orang yang beriman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(35, 35, 35); font-family: 'Droid Sans', Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;h1 class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 16px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 36px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(61, 61, 61); letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 1em; font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT', Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "&gt;Death Removes Difficulties&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Whoever saw death in front of his eyes will not be bothered by having a difficult or an easy life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;—Shamit b. ‘Ajlaan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Sifatus-Safwah, vol. 3, p. 342&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&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/7438134571519615927-2372039178751431456?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2372039178751431456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2372039178751431456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/09/semua-yang-hidup-akan-pergi.html' title='Semua yang hidup akan pergi ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-2369349975056428456</id><published>2011-09-01T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T03:51:35.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid is here :) ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am asking for a slap or a kick if I were to complain about how I celebrated my Eid haha but just so you know, me and my siblings and yes, include my mum too were not wearing our supposed-to-be-first-day-of-eid baju kurung. Long story short, it was our tailor's fault hahahahha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri Maaf Zahir dan Batin !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you had a great one with family, friends and loved ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year's preparation was the simplest. We did nothing much and the cookies at home were made by my aunty and we got them by luck. We forgot to order from her and all we got were just balance from what she made hahaha niceeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh I am very keen to bleach my hair or dye my hair. Yes, I know it is impossible cause my parents will never approve but the thoughts were in my mind since forever. The not so good plans are all over in my head and yes, will it happen ? Hahahhaha we'll see soon, who knows . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am looking through the pictures I took on the 1st day of Eid at my grandparents' houses and I hate what I am feeling now. The regret kind of feelings for not taking enough pictures or the pictures did not turn out like how I imagines or I forgot to snap ahhhhhhhh that kind of feelings and now I feel like crying and I am very angry with myself now :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh what I wore on the 1st day ? HEREEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovL4-6pQTlQ/Tl6D0ciheJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zcIxctOPjPQ/s320/DSC_0816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647095919806609554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahhahahhahahahahahahaha I am so annoying, I know. That is why I'm saying sorry for all my wrong doings, SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN :D hehe&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/7438134571519615927-2369349975056428456?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2369349975056428456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2369349975056428456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/08/eid-is-here.html' title='Eid is here :) ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovL4-6pQTlQ/Tl6D0ciheJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zcIxctOPjPQ/s72-c/DSC_0816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-5947399899151526004</id><published>2011-09-01T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T02:03:36.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw you ,</title><content type='html'>You were the first, you were the one.  For who I thought you were, I thought you'll wait like how you told me but how wrong I am for thinking that way. Silly me but its okay then cause at least when I look back, I still have my family :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-5947399899151526004?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5947399899151526004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5947399899151526004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/08/screw-you.html' title='Screw you ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-4067775116412625736</id><published>2011-07-15T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T09:53:59.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll turn your world around ,</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I was scrolling down the folder where I saved the songs I downloaded ages ago and I found my used-to-be-favorite songs haha. And I can honestly said, most of the songs I shall categorized them as the "ohI'mgrowingupandhavingcrushonsomeone" kind of songs hahahhahahhahahhahhahahhahhahahhahhahahha ! You know, the songs with sweet lyrics and made you smile when you listen to them alone and how you wish someone will do or to say something like that to you. Hahahhahahahahhahah so comel ! And some of the songs are the songs that I used to hum and sing when I was with my friends, ahhh memories. So yeah, I made a new playlist for these songs and it feels good. Because I am fascinated by the childishness of the lyrics though they are undeniably sweet haha :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;The stars are out tonight my dear,&lt;br /&gt;have you ever seen them so clear?&lt;br /&gt;If I could I would take you up&lt;br /&gt;to take one down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I'll turn your world around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;If I am a clock&lt;br /&gt;Than your are the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm patiently waiting&lt;br /&gt;When you're out of line&lt;br /&gt;And i'll be the question&lt;br /&gt;If you'll be the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;My eyes are no good- blind without her,&lt;br /&gt;The way she moves, I never doubt her.&lt;br /&gt;When she talks, she somehow creeps into my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;She's a doll, a catch, a winner&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and no beginner;&lt;br /&gt;Could ever grasp or understand just what she means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than enough, don't you think ? Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES, you may laugh but please don't judge me. Hahahhaha c'mon, I'm sure you're carving a smile when you read those lyrics if you're a girl. Yeah, these kind of songs used to make me smile but now I just laugh while listening to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wanna pamper yourself with those kind of songs ? Well, if you have to, I'll suggest a few and yes, don't judge me ! Hahahahahahhahahha so cheesy like Oh My GODDD hahahahhahahhahahahhaahha. I know I'm like hahahahhahah-ing here and there, sorry but somehow everything that I'm writing right now is related to one another and I'm the only one who found it funny ! #foreveralone hahhahahahhahahhahaahhahahhaha -___-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay now, go and download them haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A Rocket to the Moon = On Your Side, Dakota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Demi Lovato = Catch Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Jamestown Story = I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The Click Five (How can you not love them ? Hahahhahha) = All I Need is You ,Empty, The Reason Why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Red Jumpsuit = Your Guardian Angel (How can you not love this ? Haha I remembered singing to this song while my brother playing the guitar. Believe it or not, we did plan to perform it for a competition ahahhahaha story of my life :D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I think that are more than enough. I might share some of them later ? Hahahahahahhahahahha #forevergiddy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(35, 35, 35); font-family: 'Droid Sans', Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;h1 class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 16px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 36px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(61, 61, 61); letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT', Georgia, serif; text-align: center; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Smile&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Smile! Your teeth are not awrah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt; – Shaykh Waleed Basyouni AlMaghrib Institute Instructor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I laughed instead of smiling #foreverconfuse -___-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) (Not anymore :P hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-4067775116412625736?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4067775116412625736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4067775116412625736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/07/ill-turn-your-world-around.html' title='I&apos;ll turn your world around ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-6825309850039070126</id><published>2011-07-13T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T23:40:05.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy while price is low ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was hilarious ! Because of syira's awesome troll, we got to eat pizza delivered to our house for free hahahahhahahaha ! Thank you syira hahahahahhahahahahahhahaha. I had a stomachache for laughing too much because of it. She just can't stop trolling haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearing my dad imitating my sister complaining about how she has to take a cold shower every morning is epic hahahhahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh till now there are people still asking me why did I put my name as Izzy Bee on facebook hahahhahahahahahhaha and all I can do is laugh. No words can explain about it though hehe and you should see my parent's face when they found about it too haahhahahahahhahahhahahah ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, my birthday is coming in less than three months from now hehe. Should I make a list of the things that I want ? Hahahahhahahhahahahahhahahahha ! The victims should be scared by this, the siblings of course hahahahahha and mmy and ayah too. So, should I or should I not make a list ? :P hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(35, 35, 35); font-family: 'Droid Sans', Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;h1 class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 16px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 36px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(61, 61, 61); letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT', Georgia, serif; text-align: center; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Buy While Price is Low&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;The marketplace of the Hereafter is not popular now.  Hence, buy from it when it is like this before there comes a day when it’s merchandise would become expensive (or scarce), for then, you will not be able to buy little or much of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;—Abu Hazim Salamah b. Dinar&lt;/p&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/7438134571519615927-6825309850039070126?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/6825309850039070126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/6825309850039070126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/07/buy-while-price-is-low.html' title='Buy while price is low ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-4462782701933747121</id><published>2011-07-08T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T11:44:10.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omelette ,</title><content type='html'>Fatin likes to scare me whenever I am alone at home. Before she leaves, she'll be saying things that she is not supposed to. And I'll be screaming like mad. With that, she'll go out with a wide smile on her face and leaving me alone at home being a scaredy cat. Because to her, its a satisfaction. She said it herself that I give her satisfaction everytime she hears me scream and she'll never get bored of it. Talking about being mean. She perfectly define that word -___-" Anyways, truth to be told, she is not that brave. Everyday, I'll wake her up for Subuh prayers. And after some time, you'll see her doing her prayer in my room. Wanna know whyyyy ? Cause she is scared !!!! Scaring people when herself is not that brave haha. Fatin is the type of person that will give you great laugh, no matter what and when. Yet its annoying at the same time and surprisingly I am used to it. Well, sort of hahahhahaha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh andddddddd ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES, I CAN FINALLY FLIP MY OMELETTE WITHOUT BREAKING IT !!!!! WHHHHEEHEHEHEHEHOOOOOHOHOHOH, I AM A SUPER HAPPY KID. Was over the moon when I did it for the first time and yes, I considered it as luck but not anymore!!!! I had been making omelette for few times lately and its perfect, E-V-E-R-Y-T-I-M-E, every single time. And yes, I couldn't be any happier and you can see me smiling all by myself in the kitchen haha. Its like a big achievement to me cause only He knows how many "so-called-omelette" I made before this hahahhahahhaha. Well, at least I can make a prefect round omelette before I turn twenty hahahhahhahha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh another one to share ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(35, 35, 35); font-family: 'Droid Sans', Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;h1 class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 16px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(61, 61, 61); letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT', Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On Heedlessness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am amazed at those who were ordered to take provisions (fear from Allah) and were told that the journey will commence soon (to the Hereafter), yet they play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;—Al-Ḥasan al-Baṣrī [d 110H/728CE]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YEAH, it is a reminder to me too&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/7438134571519615927-4462782701933747121?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4462782701933747121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4462782701933747121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/07/omelette.html' title='Omelette ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-4977183378484659727</id><published>2011-06-20T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T19:46:41.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience my dear ,</title><content type='html'>To me, going to the toilet is like a threat. I almost fell for few times everyday, be it in the toilet or in front of the toilet. I wonder why of all the people in this house it happened to me. And everytime it happened, Kak Zati who is studying at the "living room" will ask whether I'm okay or not haha. And not to forget she laughed a bit too cause everytime it happened, I sort of squealed -___-" whatever happens to me or whatever about to happen, I seriously hope I won't fall. Cause it happened once while I was carrying a pail filled with water and when I fell, it hurts like %$^()$%^&amp;amp;(#$% and I was literally lying down on the floor in the toilet and wet. Hahhahahhahaha thinking about it, it was funny and pathetic too, super pathetic I tell you. Despite the fact that I might broke any bones of mine haha but alhamdulillah I am super fine :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, today weeeehoooo I had a proper catch up session with my sister and she cried. Oh yes, in case you didn't know I was the one who made her cried haha. No other reason for that but to annoy you and of course cause I miss you hehehhehehehhehehe. Hope all is well, insya-Allah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes another one I'd like to share,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(35, 35, 35); font-family: 'Droid Sans', Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Patience is to distance yourself from opposing [the truth], to remain calm when engulfed with calamities, and to display sufficiency when poverty occupies your daily life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;—Dhu’l-Nun al-Misri&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I found it really interesting and I think it is not easy for me to do this but will try anyways. It's an awesome one, ain't it ? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(35, 35, 35); font-family: 'Droid Sans', Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/7438134571519615927-4977183378484659727?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4977183378484659727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4977183378484659727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/06/patience-my-dear.html' title='Patience my dear ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-1569178227026607865</id><published>2011-06-11T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T17:09:31.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valley Of The Wolves Palestine ,</title><content type='html'>YELLLLOWWWWWWWW ! HOW YOU'VE BEEN ? Hehe :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skype-ed with them lovelies and yes, le family of course. Who else could it be ? Everyone except Ayah cause he was busy. Understandable. And yes, I really hope my sister will be doing okay. Practice makes perfect. No worries ! You'll be fine in no time, I trust you cause I know you. Lalalalalalalalove you :) &amp;lt;3 My sister got something that I want so bad, like reallyreallyreally bad. Is that clear enough on how bad I want that something ? It was so unexpected haha and I must say you're so lucky, like reallyreallyreally lucky ! Is that clear enough for you to know how lucky she is ? If you are annoyed by that, chillllllllllllllllllllllllll cause I don't even care if you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, watched this movie with Shikin. It was an eye opening, have to watch. Must watch. Should watch. In other words, compulsory ! You just have to. Do I make myself clear ? Someone told me and I heard from someone that this movie was banned in UK. Well, correct me if I'm wrong but thats what I'd been told. Anyways, do watch :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ovnhXDNH4rw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ovnhXDNH4rw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and yes copied and thinking of sharing it with whoever is reading ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(35, 35, 35); font-family: 'Droid Sans', Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Beware of Allah’s anger with regards to three:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 2px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; list-style-type: decimal; list-style-position: inside; list-style-image: initial; text-align: center; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Beware that you fall into shortcomings concerning what He has commanded you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Beware that He sees you while you are feeling discontent concerning the provision He has granted you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Beware of feeling dismay at your Lord if you seek a provision of this life, but cannot acquire it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;—’Sufyān al-Thawrī [161H/778CE]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7438134571519615927-1569178227026607865?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1569178227026607865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1569178227026607865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/06/valley-of-wolves-palestine.html' title='Valley Of The Wolves Palestine ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-8239701393550554054</id><published>2011-06-10T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T03:40:42.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tawakkal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes, I just found out that my baby sister knows how to fry an egg :O haha pardon me but I don't know why I found it really surprising. Talking about growing up, sad. I miss the little her. When I said little, I really mean little. I miss it when she is shorter than me, when I can strangle her neck just because she is shorter than me. Miss those times cause now, I can't. I know, I have to face the fact that everyone is taller than me. That sucks :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyday, I really do wish that I'll grow at least another 5 cm. Or to have longer legs ? Or longer fingers ? Or longer torso ? Anything just to make me taller. Pathetic or not ? I don't care. I just want to grow taller though I don't think its possible due to the appearance of wisdom teeth haha. YES, four of them and plus, I'm turning twenty in three months' time. The word twenty really know how to make me look older because of frowns haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YES, I know you are bored reading to what I wrote haha. But too bad cause I don't care eh eh eh eh eh. I don't care eh eh eh eh eh. Cause I don't care. Hahahha it's a song btw :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YES, watch this video. A friend of mine posted it on facebook and I would like to share it with you guys. To anyone who is actually reading my blog haha. YES, listen to it. Please :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/erTr3nI6ZDg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/erTr3nI6ZDg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always remind myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We planned but He decides cause you know that He knows best :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Insya-Allah :)&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/7438134571519615927-8239701393550554054?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8239701393550554054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8239701393550554054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/06/tawakkal.html' title='Tawakkal'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-38730970696523903</id><published>2011-06-03T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T00:33:02.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seri Kaya :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wahhh I can't believe it that today is the day and I am not around with my family. Afiqah too since she is in Singapore for a convention if I am not mistaken. Bummer. But I really hope that everything goes well now and always. It is finally open, officially at 9 pm just now hehe :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, all of us are fasting and when we were having our "sahur" something happened. Well actually more to a miscommunication haha and obviously I was the victim. I got a new nickname after not more than a week. Creative housemates they are. An innocent victim I am. Haha. And now, everyone is cracking their heads thinking what are they going to have later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shikin is stressful nowadays due to something that shouldn't be told and she claimed herself for not being productive. So, to change the unproductive her to productive, she made herself busy in the kitchen. In a week, she made breads and kaya (or seri kaya from what Shikin told me) for all of us. Super duper awesome and I couldn't be any happier :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A happy kid I am ( Kid ? Haha yeahhh :D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-38730970696523903?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/38730970696523903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/38730970696523903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/06/seri-kaya-d.html' title='Seri Kaya :D'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-8104515878170122292</id><published>2011-06-02T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T22:29:54.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My one and only ngudu :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vr7Qiu3wNRk/TejuM6xXESI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ifrSgHIObYA/s320/DSC_7767.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613998841219453218" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XK1Ww7sRhyo/TejvTxmCw3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/203YbflX2x4/s1600/DSC_7825.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XK1Ww7sRhyo/TejvTxmCw3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/203YbflX2x4/s320/DSC_7825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614000058526778226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy BELATED birthday dearest Sueng :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sorry for this late post and I have got to say it is not my fault since this blog of mine wasn't a sweetheart ON your birthday (I wonder why haha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES, I KNOW YOU LOVE ME SO MUCH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha :D &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too lazy to write but I think its fair cause I texted you. And its a long one haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hv fun in Aussie and do wait for me to be there anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE YOU, MISS YOU !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY TWENTIETH BIRTHDAY SU AMIRAH SHAZWANI SHAMSUDIN !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7438134571519615927-8104515878170122292?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8104515878170122292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8104515878170122292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-one-and-only-ngudu-d.html' title='My one and only ngudu :D'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vr7Qiu3wNRk/TejuM6xXESI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ifrSgHIObYA/s72-c/DSC_7767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-1997340912856243949</id><published>2011-05-30T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T02:42:39.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping for the best ,</title><content type='html'>Counting down the days and I can't wait. About the progress, from what I heard, Alhamdulillah is all I can say. I really hope everything will be okay, now and always. Amin, Insya-Allah :)&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/7438134571519615927-1997340912856243949?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1997340912856243949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1997340912856243949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/05/hoping-for-best.html' title='Hoping for the best ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-4700788690529999357</id><published>2011-05-12T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:30:27.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of my life ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;YESSS, a dramatic title is a MUST !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seriously, I never post anything like what I posted before. As in to post the things I want cause it seems so pathetic but I couldn't hold it anymore. I just want to shop. And I just got a  phone call from my housemates cause they went to Alex. My oh my, SALES ! They said sales are everywhere ! :( I did ask them to buy a body splash for me and if there's extra money I asked her to buy &lt;b&gt;anything&lt;/b&gt; ? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, you see the word &lt;b&gt;anything&lt;/b&gt; ? That is the definition of someone who is pathetic and hopeless. Seriously. Because you're hopeless and not knowing what are the things you want or what to buy ? What are the things that you can actually buy with the little amount of money ? When you said to someone, "oh just buy anything nice or cute for me." You are just pathetic. And I am being one right now. I can't shop so I browsed all the pretty stuffs that I want hence the existence of one pathetic post down there. Seriously, I didn't shop since forever :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets see, the shoes that I have right now. Mmhmm ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bags that I have right now. Ohhh mmhmmmm ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh yeah, the pants that I own right now. Ahhh mmhmm ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want new stuffs :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I know all those stuffs that I want are not necessities but still. I am a girl. I am rambling and it's going nowhere. Bye !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byeeeeeeeeeeee (air mata darah tk berhenti mengalir !) hahhahahhahahhahahhahaha ! This is not a happy haha, it's a very long pathetic and sarcastic laugh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You saw those shoes ? You saw them ? I want all of 'em. They'll be my babies ! And we'll be a big happy family ! Cause I'll definitely be happy with them and they too will be happy cause they know they are born to make me happy. Hahahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again , bye ! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-4700788690529999357?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4700788690529999357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4700788690529999357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/05/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story of my life ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-2038325728117128799</id><published>2011-05-12T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:30:27.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current obsessions, you care ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GIN-fEnRNjo/Tcu6kGPNTWI/AAAAAAAAAZA/DeulLqsUOFA/s320/wanttttttttttttttttttt.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605779290505170274" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HmF6foBCrn0/Tcu6j35UKmI/AAAAAAAAAY4/VPXgH-czAhE/s320/wanttttt.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605779286655248994" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRCretIvV-k/TcuOn6Vp3sI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Be3RbeIluY4/s320/neweralimited.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605730977518837442" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LgO1KPtIUyk/TcuOn_1ZjyI/AAAAAAAAAXg/1BS4KXGN0xk/s320/new%2Bera.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605730978994163490" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uC8GpGk3Y0M/Tcu6kWVIVsI/AAAAAAAAAZI/hRD6AAcFNMw/s320/hfgdsdghkjh.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605779294824978114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RsbEr6dBNg/TcvEGeEFIAI/AAAAAAAAAZY/8s-NONreFO8/s320/vjbidfukjafd.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 120px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605789776621150210" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pwMC_Z7750/Tcu6j6LikmI/AAAAAAAAAYw/FXjuW32iJv0/s320/bgyfiuhnjfiewuo.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 128px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605779287268561506" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XZfJWffwKSA/TcuPtnJzn-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/rd49muDSOvA/s320/izzywantsthis.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 108px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605732174959714274" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zwgRqgD-yCk/TcuPtygeAlI/AAAAAAAAAYI/BuUttIvNRsY/s320/wantthis.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605732178007556690" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XI6DgKu1u6k/TcvEGdJl-9I/AAAAAAAAAZg/u4egZvmFRFs/s320/njhbvadshkngjd.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 164px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605789776375839698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn5W4IfxlCk/TcuPtbX9MoI/AAAAAAAAAX4/uECaP2ZMses/s320/wantttt.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605732171797836418" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ERKqIJoEQE/TcucJhDFO4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/cxF5q9i8Tb4/s1600/cjbvhgudfgkjd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ERKqIJoEQE/TcucJhDFO4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/cxF5q9i8Tb4/s320/cjbvhgudfgkjd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605745848496765826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xybon0VbT8Y/Tcua6tB3aCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/AxTogNaCaTo/s1600/djfgskadjfbdskjva.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xybon0VbT8Y/Tcua6tB3aCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/AxTogNaCaTo/s320/djfgskadjfbdskjva.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605744494503225378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3xMQUUGsWc/TcuZLK9A7qI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DYPMM0NCbq8/s1600/whysoprettttyyyy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3xMQUUGsWc/TcuZLK9A7qI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DYPMM0NCbq8/s320/whysoprettttyyyy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605742578390593186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0nOXoUdFvE/TcuZK2vFfOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/tlb8Vu4ibfQ/s1600/whyyyyyyyytortureme.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0nOXoUdFvE/TcuZK2vFfOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/tlb8Vu4ibfQ/s320/whyyyyyyyytortureme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605742572963462370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6helj6PNEH8/TcuOoHYZNWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/3pf_9yVrKys/s1600/izzywantsthis4.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6helj6PNEH8/TcuOoHYZNWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/3pf_9yVrKys/s320/izzywantsthis4.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605730981019989346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All these make me wanna cryyyy (air mata berdarah) !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7438134571519615927-2038325728117128799?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2038325728117128799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2038325728117128799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/05/current-obsessions-you-care.html' title='Current obsessions, you care ?'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GIN-fEnRNjo/Tcu6kGPNTWI/AAAAAAAAAZA/DeulLqsUOFA/s72-c/wanttttttttttttttttttt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-4392264295954448441</id><published>2011-04-13T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T18:54:52.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause you're the best, you change frown to a smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFtHvrwd7vs/TaWwRb0rLzI/AAAAAAAAAXA/BXTf6x7bYgw/s1600/nilecruise.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFtHvrwd7vs/TaWwRb0rLzI/AAAAAAAAAXA/BXTf6x7bYgw/s320/nilecruise.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595071925650665266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am about to caption this picture with something but I think it is a bit emo-ish haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is back to normal haha. I tend to do and always do immature things when I am angry. I wonder when will it ever stop. Oh today, two of my housemates received the same great news. Alhamdulillah and congratulations. Best of luck for now and always. And oh I know everyone will agree with me when I said, your mum, everything about your mum is the remedy to your broken heart. Even her simple salam will make you smile. Even the sound she made when she is breathing will turn your frown upside down. Oh my, I love my mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I learned new things everyday. I am still learning and I know learning is a never ending process. For that, as a norm I make mistakes. Tons of mistakes. And for that, I am still trying to change bit by bit :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Five Remedies for the Heart ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(35, 35, 35); font-family: 'Droid Sans', Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;“There are five remedies for the heart:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 2px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; list-style-type: decimal; list-style-position: inside; list-style-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;The company of the pious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Recitation of the Qur’an&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Emptying the inner self (of vices)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Praying during the night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Crying at dawn.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;- Abdullah Anaki&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;(Read on pg 29, Imam Ghazali, Imam Ibn Qayyim, Ibn Rajab Hanbali, &lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Taqwa: The Provision of Believers&lt;/em&gt;. Al-Firdous Ltd. London:1995.)&lt;/p&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/7438134571519615927-4392264295954448441?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4392264295954448441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4392264295954448441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/04/cause-youre-best-you-change-frown-to.html' title='Cause you&apos;re the best, you change frown to a smile.'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFtHvrwd7vs/TaWwRb0rLzI/AAAAAAAAAXA/BXTf6x7bYgw/s72-c/nilecruise.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-4471213573892668909</id><published>2011-04-13T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T09:18:39.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For my weaknesses, I am sorry .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xOaDFYx9XY/TaT0hu94WuI/AAAAAAAAAWo/4TILCPP2Nsg/s1600/DSC_0467.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xOaDFYx9XY/TaT0hu94WuI/AAAAAAAAAWo/4TILCPP2Nsg/s320/DSC_0467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594865497481435874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me an her, we are pretty childish. There, I say it. I admit that I am. She is the youngest and I am the second youngest among the housemates. Despite the difference of age among us, housemates, we are close. And for that, I love them even more. For my childishness, I wish I can say "I'll change" but I doubt it. To whom it may concern, ignore everything that I said, I love you and I am happy and grateful that you are my friend, my housemate, my secret keeper and the best of all, inianwarhadi's future wife. I love you and I am glad that you always came to me to ask for help and share your problems. In other words, I am happy that you chose me as the listener to your problems and that is why I love you. Ignore the hurtful things I said to you, as I said pardon me for my childishness. We experienced more time together during summer and that is why we are close and I have no regrets about that at all. To make things clear, for everything that I said that might hurt your feelings, I wish I could take back my words. I am deeply sorry and I love you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing, I had been spending most of my time on a website that share a lot of muslim quotes. Believe it or not, it could give you goosebumps. Seriously and you'll realize the things that you did before, be it good or bad. I was browsing on "Respect parent" 's section and I found this. For all the things that I did that could hurt my mum. I wish I am a good daughter, I wish to be a good daughter. To her, to my father, to my sisters and to my brother. In short, to my family. Oh Allah , please give me strength. For I am your slave, a weak slave that always seek for your forgiveness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(35, 35, 35); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;‘Ibn Umar saw a man carrying his mother and going around the Ka’bah in tawaf, and the man asked: “Have I fulfilled my duty towards her?”  Ibn Umar replied, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not even for one contraction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;! However, you have done good and Allah will reward you tremendously for the little that you could do.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(35, 35, 35); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; "&gt;Al-Kaba’ir, p. 42&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(Read on pg 58, Abdul-Malik Al-Qasim, Kindness to Parents. Darus-us-Salam. Riyadh: 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(35, 35, 35); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(35, 35, 35); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;Insya-Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/7438134571519615927-4471213573892668909?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4471213573892668909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4471213573892668909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-my-weaknesses-i-am-sorry.html' title='For my weaknesses, I am sorry .'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xOaDFYx9XY/TaT0hu94WuI/AAAAAAAAAWo/4TILCPP2Nsg/s72-c/DSC_0467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-8650574609574113914</id><published>2011-04-12T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T13:39:10.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count On Me ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;My dearest housemate, none other than Insyirah is madly in love with Bruno Mars. Like seriously. She NEVER have this kind of crush towards singer, celebrity, etc. Surprisingly, Bruno Mars is the one haha. I have no idea why, what, how but yes, I know when. It was less than a month ago that she kept on repeating the songs and also the music videos. When I caught her doing it, she'll be grinning like a little kid. Talking about pure happiness haha. So cute. I listen to Bruno Mars and I remember karaoke-ing with my dearest siblings at home, it was fun. Shouting instead of singing and nothing can stop us, including our dearest mmy and ayah :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, if I were to talk about Bruno Mars the common songs that people listen to are Grenade, Just The Way You Are and etc. I don't see the point writing the obvious cause for sure everyone knows what are the title of his songs. And so, one song that really caught my attention is Count On Me :D the wordings are just so cute. The point of me writing this is really, no point haha. Where else, another housemate of mine, Fatin is head over heels for anwar hadi, you know the youtuber, inianwarhadi. If you don't, go search for him. It's not that hard. She's been oooohhhh-ing and aaahhhh-ing when she talked about him. It is funny cause she is trying to learn how to speak like the Kedah-ans. Yes, pardon me for no such word exists. I do not have issues for people liking him but for you to just like him for everything he says or do, I mean c'mon, for sure he'll do what people like and to think before he says anything as he is now a public figure. Do you understand to what I am saying ? I doubt you do. Well anywaysss, Syira and Fatin, I give you my blessings and best of luck haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and yeah, I really do have something to write, the things that have been on my mind for quite some time. I would really like to write about it but seriously, I don't have the guts. I do not know why but it's like there is something hold me back from doing so. Since it is my instinct and that is not to do it, I tend to follow my heart. Maybe I will write about it, not now but soon hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I am not in a relationship but people often ask advices from me. I have no idea how I always have something to say, to suggest, to give reasons when I , myself is not in a relationship. Ironically my friends understand to what I am saying and actually did things that were told by me. It is funny since they are in relationships, still and always. Yet the single lady I am is the one who was and still giving advices to them. Since school haha. I am glad about it though, nothing to complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really am wishing a great year, great days, weeks and months ahead of you. Friends do crack jokes with me and I have no issues about that until they crossed the line. Is it that hard for you to notice that I am a girl and H E L L O , I do have feelings. I do not know how to say it but to think before you say anything is not that hard. By doing that, you can make people happy and change the world to a better place. No kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized I had been writing the same words and sentences over and over again. I am sick of it too. Need I to tell my English has gotten worse and I am definitely sure my dad is not happy about this :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh and it had been ages since I last posted a picture haha, and yes, helllllloooooo ! :D&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5DIt7Wk3G8/TaOitzL0LhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZM4lnalr75o/s1600/DSC_6539.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5DIt7Wk3G8/TaOitzL0LhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZM4lnalr75o/s320/DSC_6539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594494069841866258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/s : Changes had been made to my blog. Brighter than before to wish you a brighter day. (My sentences are just weird no matter how I wrote it. Sorry for that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/p/s : I showed my sister my new new hair, she had a great laugh. Need I to tell you more how I look like right now ? Hahahaha glad that I gave her a good laugh. A good sister I am :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/p/p/s : Notice the repetitive way for me to start my sentences with "Oh yeah" and "Oh and yeah" haha, talking about annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/p/p/p/s : When I said that Fatin is head over heels for Anwar Hadi, I really mean it. As a proof, she did write and begged Anwar Hadi to drop her a comment on her blog. Hahahah I found it funny and cute at the same times. Make me wanna say, sukati ah haha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/p/p/p/p/s : You might get annoyed with the too many p/s(s) haha. Anyways, I just updated my flickr account, do check it out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/izzatiadibah/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! hehe :D&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/7438134571519615927-8650574609574113914?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8650574609574113914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8650574609574113914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/04/count-on-me.html' title='Count On Me ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5DIt7Wk3G8/TaOitzL0LhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZM4lnalr75o/s72-c/DSC_6539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-4578403049413673506</id><published>2011-03-31T06:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T06:50:14.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops, I did it again ?</title><content type='html'>I deleted the previous post cause it was so mushy haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did something stupid again though I reminded myself not to do it. YES, I regretted ever since. AND unsurprisingly and again, obviously if it has something to do with my hair, it is none other than cutting my hair :((((( HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Cutting your hair is seriously fun, no kidding. You'll be all excited until you realized you already cut your hair and seeing the hair strands in your hands, you'll be like, OMG WHAT HAVE I DONE ? Trust me, did it few times, felt this way for bazillion times, regretted every single time but all these never stop me from doing it again. I'll be laughing and shouting in front of the mirror and thinking how stupid I am. YES, this happened every single time. Yet I tend to do it again. Haihhhh, the excited feeling to cut your hair is seriously fun. I LOVE and HATE it at the same time. Plus, I did plan to cut my hair with my sister. Unfortunately, it is extremely different from what I imagined. HAAAAA HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I did this not-so-clever thing, I shouted and sort of cried but tearless haha, pardon me cause no such word exists. All the housemates were wondering what was wrong with me. But I was too shy to tell the truth, about the not-so-clever thing I did so I kept on screaming. They kept guessing and my oh my, Shikin guessed it correctly when she said , "Ehhh, you potong rambut you?" HAHAHHAHAHAH I wanted to say yes so bad but I know for sure they wanted to see how did it turn out. HAHHAHAHAHHA and obviously I did not want them to see it, till now. I don't think I can stop myself from doing this cause it is just fun. Seriously, fun ! And now, whenever I look at the mirror, I'll be laughing at MYSELF all by MYSELF. HAHHAHAHHAHA pathetic :| haihhhh. Adibah, what is wrong with you ? -___-" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S : To the housemates, if you happen to read this which I highly doubt, I beg you to support me by NOT laughing at me. I know you guys will be laughing real hard and it's just a waste for me to write this but hahahha, fine. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING AND SCREAMING, HAIHHHHHHHHHHHHHH :|&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/7438134571519615927-4578403049413673506?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4578403049413673506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4578403049413673506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/03/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops, I did it again ?'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-8623917834169378429</id><published>2011-03-25T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T16:33:20.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I'm liddat ,</title><content type='html'>Hello ! YES, I am the girl you see always holding her phone and messaging. Or also the girl you see always sitting in front of the laptop laughing and smiling. That is because I am the type of girl who likes to tell her mum and family everything. Every little thing that happens. Yes, I'm liddat. Haha. Since I am far from them, I spend most of my monthly expenses for my phone credits. Yes, I am aware of the existence of skype, ym, e-mails. Internet, for short. Yet, I can't wait to tell things to them. So I'll text them and we'll be texting each other like I am in Malaysia without realizing my credit being swept away haha. Is that comparison right ? Hahahhahah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I'm writing this ? Well, that, I don't know hahahhaha. I think I have developed my "to annoy" skills hahahhaahha. Eeeeeeeeeeeee annoying. Yes, I'm liddat. Problem ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the ramdomest thing happened yesterday. You know khurafat ? The malay horror movie that everyone talks about ? Haha I wanted to watch it since the reviews were not bad and so I did. Unbelievable as it is. I found the movie in the youtube and loaded it while thinking how am I supposed to watch this alone ? Will I be able to watch this till the end ? Will I shout ? Will I wake my housemates up to accompany to go to the toilets in the middle of the night ? Will I ? And so, I asked shikin to watch it with me. Then came kak zati, followed by kak ayunie, syira and fatin. And suddenly everyone wanted to watch it hahhahahhahahha. I was happy that the whole house decided to watch it. At least, it'd be fun shouting with more people. Ever heard of, the more the merrier ? Hahahahah. We watched it in MY room with the lights off, my ipod earphones plugged to my ears, pillows to cover my face. I shouted for not so many times haha and too bad for kak zati, I think. Cause she sat beside me and everytime I shouted, the first thing she did was to cover her ears. Hahhahahhahahahha pity her. After she covered her ears then she screamed cause she was shocked by both, the movie and me hahahahhaha. Well, the movie was okay and the ending was unexpected. Why am I writing this ? That, again, I don't know haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-8623917834169378429?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8623917834169378429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8623917834169378429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/03/cause-im-liddat.html' title='Cause I&apos;m liddat ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-8319030952991327992</id><published>2011-03-25T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T02:35:19.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I smell good, problem ?</title><content type='html'>The feelings of writing something but accompanied with a blank head equalized to frustration. Seriously. Not really blank, I got a lot to say but I couldn't put them in words. It's annoying.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wore my pjs and it smells like home, still. I washed it before I flew and kept it in the box. When I wore it, it smells like home. It smells sweet, nice and making me miss my mum. Ahhhhh I look like a crazy person smelling the pants that I am wearing, continuously haha. Can't do anything about it cause it smells too good :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I am undeniably jealous that my friend got to bbm with her family members 24/7. Unstoppable. Me wants too though me not really a fan of bb. Me just miss me family. Haha annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got the date, got to work, got to think. Left with no choice. An annoying post haha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-8319030952991327992?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8319030952991327992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8319030952991327992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/03/cause-i-smell-good-problem.html' title='Cause I smell good, problem ?'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-5370916190180777981</id><published>2011-03-20T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:58:34.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, try again</title><content type='html'>One day you're going to wake up and realize what you missed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And it's going to be too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-5370916190180777981?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5370916190180777981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5370916190180777981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/03/sorry-try-again.html' title='Sorry, try again'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-2997884099226633071</id><published>2011-02-17T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:03:36.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things didn't go as what you planned and you know why ,</title><content type='html'>Yes, the issues of Egypt is never ending. When it all started with the chaos cause by the citizens themselves. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky me and coursemates as we finished our exam  a day earlier when things got worse. With what I planned since a month earlier, going back to Malaysia on 31st with Egyptair was a disaster and a big, I mean real BIG mistake. I was stranded for few nights at the airport, crying and hoping my flight would be okay. Little did I know, as a human, I can only plan but He who knows everything decides whether it should be that way or whatnot. Due to that, I made new friends, I cried in front of strangers, I fought with lots of people, had a tough time to pass through the immigrations and also, cried like a little girl. Seriously, was sobbing at the airport. What was I thinking ? Alhamdulillah, after what I had been through I arrived safely at KLIA on the 2nd of February. Though I missed an important wedding, yes, the wedding that gave me a reason to go back for the winter break, I was grateful that I met my family. To be given a chance to meet my family again, I thanked Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were to be called as a selfish person cause I "left" my friends and decided to go home, no worries cause I hold no grudge. If an explanation is  needed to clarify about this, I planned to go home WAY earlier, I bought the ticket a month earlier. And yes, though I wanted to go home so bad and desperately wanted to get out from Egypt, I mean, who don't ? But seriously, to abandon my friends. SERIOUSLY ? Are you out of your mind ? I was seriously speechless when I found about this. How can a person with a good state of mind said this when that person knows nothing ? I was extremely devastated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, if a person ask you, "which Izzy?" You should just say, "Oh the selfish Izzy who left her housemates and went back home." Well, if you got a better description, tell me. Excite me with new things, new nicknames as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES, the once in a life time experience of mine might not be as great as the others who actually waited for days to be evacuated and to be sent to Malaysia. I might not have the experience with "Charlie", I also might not have the experience of hearing gunshots but give me a break. You got your own experience, I got mine. You want to brag about it, I just got to say, entertain me. Please do. Exaggerations would be a no problem to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to the chaos happened in Egypt, I left my laptop and my dslr in Egypt. I really hope they are okay cause I miss them so much. That day, I just went back with a backpack with clothes, essential stuffs to clean myself, 2 bottles of mineral water and yes, chocolates to survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am and still grateful that all my friends have arrived safely. Alhamdulillah. To those people who judged and called me selfish, I thanked you. To those people who called, texted and showed your concern, I thanked you. For now, I hope everything will be okay. Now and in the future. Insya-Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We planned but He decides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-2997884099226633071?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2997884099226633071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2997884099226633071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-didnt-go-as-what-you-planned-and.html' title='Things didn&apos;t go as what you planned and you know why ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-5265633498980201151</id><published>2011-01-26T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T04:08:14.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barber I am not ,</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when you are stress, you tend to do things that you are not supposed to do. For instance, when you are having exams, you just can't wait for it to finish. To make yourself feel better, you cut your hair. Haha. After you cut it, you definitely see a retard looking at you from the mirror. Then you realize, ohhh the retard is me. What have I done ? Hahahhaah -__-" yes, I cut my hair and I look retarded. Lucky thing I wore hijab and I don't think it's obvious cause none of the housemates realize about it. One thing for sure, think before you cut your hair to safe yourself from humiliation for looking like a retard. But I can't guarantee that I won't do it again cause it is fun ! But it'd be more fun if you do it to other people's hair and act all pro when you know nothing at all haha. I definitely use the word retard a lot, I knowwwww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-5265633498980201151?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5265633498980201151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5265633498980201151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/01/barber-i-am-not.html' title='Barber I am not ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-4993134044483501516</id><published>2011-01-19T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T01:37:10.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the first time ,</title><content type='html'>Other people's selfishness made me cry today, congrats to you ! And include standing ovation from me too. Just because you tried to win other peoples' hearts you broke my heart. Seriously just stop, you pissed me off. How many times are you planning to do this ? Didn't I beg you to stop before ? What did I do to you that you treated me this way ?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just stop it already. That is all I'm asking for, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-4993134044483501516?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4993134044483501516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4993134044483501516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/01/like-first-time.html' title='Like the first time ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-1660735277565173944</id><published>2011-01-14T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T06:26:54.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two fathers and two sons ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The title drove me crazy and made me think like I was doing the MCQ haha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TS9rD_pXP8I/AAAAAAAAAWM/eLY6Deobu_w/s1600/DSC_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TS9rD_pXP8I/AAAAAAAAAWM/eLY6Deobu_w/s320/DSC_0490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561781781194555330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woke up and the day started by viewing angels of mine :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THEN it went by with this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TS9qaGZelxI/AAAAAAAAAVk/V5bb5bTut8c/s320/DSC_0526.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561781061452470034" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TS9qaTvt1RI/AAAAAAAAAVs/a1JaQK5XSk0/s320/DSC_0533.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561781065035404562" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No better picture to show me shaking hand with the head of department :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TS9qaups0aI/AAAAAAAAAV0/1YlxtOq215o/s320/DSC_0535.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561781072257929634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TS9qa4buAEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/oIz6E85VIlw/s320/DSC_0537.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561781074883641410" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the dean, head of department and few doctor(s)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TS9qbKS9PmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LaHFUqs669w/s320/DSC_0544.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561781079678729826" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the day ended with this by making me a happy girl :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7438134571519615927-1660735277565173944?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1660735277565173944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1660735277565173944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/01/two-fathers-and-two-sons.html' title='Two fathers and two sons ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TS9rD_pXP8I/AAAAAAAAAWM/eLY6Deobu_w/s72-c/DSC_0490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-4941835557057480361</id><published>2011-01-05T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T00:01:42.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fifth Day of the New Year !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;By the title, I know the person that will definitely get annoyed by it is my roommate. As I decided to wish her everyday in that way hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alhamdulillah, everything is doing fine so far. Nothing to complain unless I was given a chance to whine on when can I get an instax ? Am I allowed to ? Ahh I don't think so and it's understandable. Planned something and hoping for it to happen in the best way that I can ever imagine, insya-Allah. Hehe :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, I came across this video and I found it interesting. Hence the reason I'm posting it here hehe :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="488" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uTysXITBCmk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uTysXITBCmk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="488" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-4941835557057480361?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4941835557057480361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4941835557057480361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-fifth-day-of-new-year.html' title='Happy Fifth Day of the New Year !'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-2573032615047343110</id><published>2011-01-02T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T06:54:01.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@)!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YES, what did I do on new year's eve ? Me and housemates watched a horror movie together. Surprisingly I wasn't the one who screamed and it was well, better to keep it as a secret haha. YES, I am proud of myself cause I wasn't screaming. Is this to show that I am becoming more mature ? Pfffft, yeah rrrrright hehe :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, since it's 2011 already, I'm going to share 11 even facts about me hahaha, oh my god, I have no idea what is wrong with me but I feel like laughing though nothing is funny. Mature much ? Hehhh haha, okay here it goes !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love shoes. I love them so much that I always being scolded by EVERYONE, family especially if I want to buy a new pair cause they said I have so many which is so not true, I think ? Haha. Be it flats, heels or sneakers ? I love them all and I'm size 37 if anyone of you plan to buy a new pair for me hehe :D at least I can use "present" as an excuse if anyone or mummy especially ask about it ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love watches ! I brought most of my watches here and I often change them not according to my clothes but my mood since every watch has its sentimental value. Cause every watch that I owned are from my family. So if I miss my mum, I'll wear the watch that she bought for me hehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love taking pictures though I am not good, still. People condemn the thing that I like to do. Used to hate them but now, whatever people !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to eat and cook. But I love it more when people eat the food that I cooked with happy faces. I am &lt;i&gt;indirectly&lt;/i&gt; saying that I am a good cook :D hahahahhahahhahahah :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love tic tac, orange to be more specific ! ORANGE TIC TAC !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cry easily, I cry a lot. What can I do ? A sensitive heart I own. Geli much ? HAHA -__-"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to spend time with my family more than anything in this world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Medic was not what I intend to do, it was TESL. Yes, I even took extra subject for spm to study TESL. BUT heyhey, here I am in egypt taking medicine :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always, everyday remind myself to be a good person cause I know I am not. Not even close.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spend my money wisely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate to be forced doing something I don't like and to be told what to do. In other words, don't boss me around, you ain't my mum !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was excited to do this list until half way I found it lame haha -__________-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-pEi2t4hI/AAAAAAAAAVc/GxsBxO90a-w/s1600/DSC_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-pEi2t4hI/AAAAAAAAAVc/GxsBxO90a-w/s320/DSC_0411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557346360739357202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you still don't get it, @)!! means 2011 haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And yes on this new year, I accidentally knocked my knee at the corner of my bed and it hurts ! I laughed and cried and felt stupid. And cried again, it hurts a lot :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-2573032615047343110?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2573032615047343110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2573032615047343110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='@)!!'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-pEi2t4hI/AAAAAAAAAVc/GxsBxO90a-w/s72-c/DSC_0411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-5911433022045358356</id><published>2011-01-02T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T06:26:29.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When talking about heights put a smile on MY face ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-YeN8-bnI/AAAAAAAAAVU/d0s3Hc8uW1o/s1600/NIKON%2B895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-YeN8-bnI/AAAAAAAAAVU/d0s3Hc8uW1o/s320/NIKON%2B895.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557328110107389554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-Yd1yqSuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ery7Tum0mWQ/s1600/NIKON%2B894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-Yd1yqSuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ery7Tum0mWQ/s320/NIKON%2B894.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557328103621675746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-YdayFWCI/AAAAAAAAAVE/goQj9UUpUas/s1600/DSCN9764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-YdayFWCI/AAAAAAAAAVE/goQj9UUpUas/s320/DSCN9764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557328096371496994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-YdOfwJJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/AG5-seOc2ns/s1600/DSCN9683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-YdOfwJJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/AG5-seOc2ns/s320/DSCN9683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557328093073384594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not second of January yet in Egypt BUT it already is in Malaysia, so, I would like to talk about this one girl, a little girl to be precise :) hhahahahhahahhahah !&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, here it goes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why little ? I'll tell you why later hehe. First of all, I have known this girl since TEN years ago, when we were ten haha, comelnya. Mentioning the word TEN is so cute because we were tiny that time, primary school. She's the new girl and moved to my school, yes, SK Convent (2) Klang. We became prefect together but not until secondary school, yes, SMK Convent Klang. I was a prefect but not her. Why ? Cause she was not awesome like ME hahahhahahhaha :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY, back to the point, today in Malaysia, on 2nd January 2011, this little girl turns TWENTY ! My godddd, so freaking old ! Hahahahha. She is the smallest among all of us yet she is the oldest, so irony. I love you and thats what matters the most. Wishing you the best in everything you do, plan to do. As your friend, I am wishing you nothing but the best, always have, always be. May Allah bless you and may you be blessed with good things. Insya-Allah. Love you, miss you. Have a great TWENTIETH birthday NATASHA ISMAIL, or my one and only NATH DE COCO :) hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the only one who calls you by that name and you are not angry at me, why ? Cause you love me :) haha. Have a blast nath ! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo (to the infinity !)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, the pictures will explain the word little hahahhahahahhahaha love you ! And yes, I laughed a lot in this post, I found it annoying too but s'okay, my laugh ain't ugly -__-" haha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-YdOfwJJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/AG5-seOc2ns/s1600/DSCN9683.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-VyKeodFI/AAAAAAAAAUU/J4RZ2Dd_hXM/s320/DSC_5198.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557325154237314130" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-VzWMCGLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/FjBNWQ_H1-M/s1600/DSCN0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-VzWMCGLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/FjBNWQ_H1-M/s320/DSCN0171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557325174560397490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-VzNPaw5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/1GIX9p8v3Ns/s1600/DSC_5593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-VzNPaw5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/1GIX9p8v3Ns/s320/DSC_5593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557325172158677906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-Vy_7MzPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/QtadolmYEV8/s1600/DSC_5579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-Vy_7MzPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/QtadolmYEV8/s320/DSC_5579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557325168584215794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-VyUKwI5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/hwDuJoLTDXE/s1600/DSC_5319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-VyUKwI5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/hwDuJoLTDXE/s320/DSC_5319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557325156838286226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES PEOPLE, THE DIFFERENCE OF HEIGHTS ! :D hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-5911433022045358356?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5911433022045358356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5911433022045358356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-heights-put-smile-on-your-face.html' title='When talking about heights put a smile on MY face ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TR-YeN8-bnI/AAAAAAAAAVU/d0s3Hc8uW1o/s72-c/NIKON%2B895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-4772797186930111092</id><published>2010-12-23T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T01:23:12.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you and I are separated by continents ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I would like to congrats my best friend of all time for such awesome results, dear Su Amirah Shazwani Shamsudin :) not writing the ngudu feels weird but I'll try my hardest to make this post as decent as possible, that is not to criticize you haha :P mannn, this is hard !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you deserve it all, since from the very beginning. When you complained to me about how you have to walk a lot, climb the stairs under the scorching sun when you just enrolled for the ausmat but seriously, LOOK AT YOU NOW ! Pursuing something you never think about when we were in school, something that never cross your mind when we were in school, when you and I sat beside each other in class. Never, not even once we did talk about this, about you being an accountant. Yet again, LOOK AT YOU NOW ! And seriously, me, as your best friend, I can never be any happier and I know you can do it since from the beginning. Though you always texted me saying you couldn't, saying that it's too hard for you. Thinking about it, really, I feel like kicking your ass if you are with me right now. With that result, how can you say that ? Haha well, that's just you. Since school. I should have known but truth to be told, when you told me about the good news, I wasn't shocked, not at all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll be in Australia soon, you'll be going in February and I doubt that I'll be anywhere near you by that time. Thinking about it, it really breaks my heart. I don't know when can I see you again. For real, I miss you a lot. It is sad that I didn't get the chance to hug you like how you hugged me when you found out that I'm going to Egypt. Really, it breaks my heart. I guess I just miss you so much and afraid I'll not be seeing you when I come back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet again, thats life. Like it or not, thats life and there is nothing that we can do about it. As your best friend which is far away from you right now, I really hope for the best ! Best of luck in your studies and take a very good care of yourself and make your mama and papa proud cause you are one and only child of theirs. Hope you're still the same the next time I see you. Please don't change, just stick being the dorky-annoying-lovely-blur sueng ngudu that I love so much. And I really do miss and love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this post, I really use the same words and sentences a lot. I know it's annoying but there's nothing that I can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this special post, I dedicate it to my best friend, SU AMIRAH SHAZWANI SHAMSUDIN from your awesome best friend, IZZATI ADIBAH AB. RAZAK. Oh my, I miss you :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing you nothing but the best :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo (to the infinity!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in school hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TRNn8y83J6I/AAAAAAAAATw/4ZMOZArroY0/s320/DSCN0175.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553897059644811170" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TRNv4Sw9NNI/AAAAAAAAAUI/MCc8X9EFT38/s1600/DSC_5256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TRNv4Sw9NNI/AAAAAAAAAUI/MCc8X9EFT38/s320/DSC_5256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553905778378486994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TRNv4FP9hxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/O2D6SNRSnRk/s1600/DSC_5275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TRNv4FP9hxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/O2D6SNRSnRk/s320/DSC_5275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553905774750435090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TRNn9Nuw60I/AAAAAAAAAT4/JXOYHQhoUMo/s1600/DSC_4209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TRNn9Nuw60I/AAAAAAAAAT4/JXOYHQhoUMo/s320/DSC_4209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553897066833439554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The person who willingly share your food with me, no wonder our size differs a lot haha :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TRNn8iNYp-I/AAAAAAAAATo/Klr9uN7fzaw/s1600/NIKON%2B905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TRNn8iNYp-I/AAAAAAAAATo/Klr9uN7fzaw/s320/NIKON%2B905.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553897055150712802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you a lot and missing you too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7438134571519615927-4772797186930111092?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4772797186930111092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4772797186930111092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-you-and-i-are-separated-by.html' title='When you and I are separated by continents ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TRNn8y83J6I/AAAAAAAAATw/4ZMOZArroY0/s72-c/DSCN0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-1320492965785796627</id><published>2010-12-23T06:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T06:28:16.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@)!! , got it ?</title><content type='html'>December is coming to an end and what can I say about 2010 ? Nothing much I'd say, just me adapting myself at a new place and adapting myself with the full-time student's lifestyle. Crushes, heartbreaks, happiness, eagerness, nervousness, all those feelings. Wouldn't be a big deal if my family is around but since I am alone to face all these, it's a bit hard and I'm still adapting. The main reason I wrote was to wish a happy new year to my readers haha, seriously! Me saying the word readers really is pathetic, well if I still have any :P Yes, I wanted to wish everyone a happy new year, a joyful, a splendid happy new year. Oh my, its twoohoneone already and I'm turning twenty :|&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am still wondering what will I do for my winter break and obviously, it has nothing to do with hibernating. Hopefully (!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-1320492965785796627?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1320492965785796627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1320492965785796627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/12/got-it.html' title='@)!! , got it ?'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-5709901506380373065</id><published>2010-12-06T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:14:04.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kita bertemu selepas 40 tahun dimatikan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Selepas Malaikat Israfil meniup sangkakala (bentuknya seperti tanduk besar) yang memekakkan telinga, seluruh makhluk mati kecuali Izrail &amp;amp; beberapa malaikat yang lain. Selepas itu, Izrail pun mencabut nyawa malaikat yang tinggal dan akhirnya nyawanya sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Selepas semua makhluk mati, Tuhan pun berfirman mafhumnya "Kepunyaan siapakah kerajaan hari ini?" Tiada siapa yang menjawab. Lalu Dia sendiri menjawab dengan keagunganNya "Kepunyaan Allah Yang Maha Esa lagi Maha P erkasa." Ini menunjukkan kebesaran &amp;amp; keagunganNya sebagai Tuhan yg Maha Kuasa lagi Maha Kekal Hidup, tidak mati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Selepas 40 tahun, Malaikat Israfil a.s. dihidupkan, seterusnya meniup sangkakala untuk kali ke-2, lantas seluruh makhluk hidup semula di atas bumi putih, berupa padang Mahsyar (umpama padang Arafah) yang rata tidak berbukit atau bulat seperti bumi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Sekelian manusia hidup melalui benih anak Adam yg disebut "Ajbuz Zanbi" yang berada di hujung tulang belakang mereka. Hiduplah manusia umpama anak pokok yang kembang membesar dari biji benih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Semua manusia dan jin dibangkitkan dalam keadaan telanjang dan hina. Mereka tidak rasa malu kerana pada ketika itu hati mereka sangat takut dan bimbang tentang nasib &amp;amp; masa depan yang akan mereka hadapi kelak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Lalu datanglah api yang berterbangan dengan bunyi seperti guruh yang menghalau manusia, jin dan binatang ke tempat perhimpunan besar. Bergeraklah mereka menggunakan tunggangan (bagi yang banyak amal), berjalan kaki (bagi yang kurang amalan) dan berjalan dengan muka (bagi yang banyak dosa). Ketika itu, ibu akan lupakan anak, suami akan lupakan isteri, setiap manusia sibuk memikirkan nasib mereka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Setelah semua makhluk dikumpulkan, matahari dan bulan dihapuskan cahayanya, lalu mereka tinggal dalam kegelapan tanpa cahaya. Berlakulah huru-hara yang amat dahsyat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Tiba-tiba langit yang tebal pecah dengan bunyi yang dahsyat, lalu turunlah malaikat sambil bertasbih kepada Allah SWT. Seluruh makhluk terkejut melihat saiz malaikat yang besar dan suaranya yang menakutkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Kemudian matahari muncul semula dengan kepanasan yang berganda. Hingga dirasakan seakan-akan matahari berada sejengkal dari atas kepala mereka. Ulama berkata jika matahari naik di bumi seperti keadaannya naik dihari Kiamat nescaya seluruh bumi terbakar, bukit-bukau hancur dan sungai menjadi kering. Lalu mereka rasai kepanasan dan bermandikan peluh sehingga peluh mereka menjadi lautan. Timbul atau tenggelam mereka bergantung pada amalan masing-masing. Keadaan mereka berlanjutan sehingga 1000 tahun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Terdapat satu telaga kepunyaan Nabi Muhammad SAW bernama Al-Kausar yang mengandungi air yang hanya dapat diminum oleh orang mukmin sahaja. Orang bukan mukmin akan dihalau oleh malaikat yang menjaganya. Jika diminum airnya tidak akan haus selama-lamanya. Kolam ini berbentuk segi empat tepat sebesar satu bulan perjalanan. Bau air kolam ini lebih harum dari kasturi, warnanya lebih putih dari susu dan rasanya lebih sejuk dari embun. Ia mempunyai saluran yang mengalir dari syurga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Semua makhluk berada bawah cahaya matahari yang terik kecuali 7 golongan yang mendapat teduhan dari Arasy. Mereka ialah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ⅰ - P emimpin yang adil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ⅱ - Orang muda yang taat kepada perintah Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ⅲ - Lelaki yang terikat hatinya dengan masjid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ⅳ - Dua orang yang bertemu kerana Allah dan berpisah kerana Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ⅴ - Lelaki yang diajak oleh wanita berzina, tetapi dia menolak dengan berkata "Aku takut pada Allah".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ⅵ - Lelaki yg bersedekah dengan bersembunyi (tidak diketahui orang ramai).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ⅶ - Lelaki yang suka bersendirian mengingati Allah lalu mengalir air matanya kerana takutkan Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Oleh kerana tersangat lama menunggu di padang mahsyar, semua manusia tidak tahu berbuat apa melainkan mereka yang beriman, kemudian mereka terdengar suara "pergilah berjumpa dengan para Nabi". Maka mereka pun pergi mencari para Nabi. P ertama sekali kumpulan manusia ini berjumpa dengan Nabi Adam tetapi usaha mereka gagal kerana Nabi Adam a.s menyatakan beliau juga ada melakukan kesalahan dengan Allah SWT. Maka kumpulan besar itu kemudiannya berjumpa Nabi Nuh a.s., Nabi Ibrahim a.s., Nabi Musa a.s., Nabi Isa a.s. (semuanya memberikan sebab seperti Nabi Adam a.s.) dan akhirnya mereka berjumpa Rasullullah SAW. Jarak masa antara satu nabi dengan yang lain adalah 1000 tahun perjalanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Lalu berdoalah baginda Nabi Muhammad SAW ke hadrat Allah SWT. Lalu diperkenankan doa baginda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Selepas itu, terdengar bunyi pukulan gendang yang kuat hingga menakutkan hati semua makhluk kerana mereka sangka azab akan turun. Lalu terbelah langit, turunlah arasy Tuhan yang dipikul oleh 8 orang malaikat yang sangat besar (besarnya sejarak perjalanan 20 ribu tahun) sambil bertasbih dengan suara yang amat kuat sehingga 'Arasy itu tiba dibumi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ 'Arasy ialah jisim nurani yang amat besar berbentuk kubah (bumbung bulat) yang mempunyai 4 batang tiang yang sentiasa dipikul oleh 4 orang malaikat yang besar dan gagah. Dalam bahasa mudah ia seumpama istana yang mempunyai seribu bilik yang menempatkan jutaan malaikat di dalamnya. Ia dilingkungi embun yang menghijab cahayanya yang sangat kuat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Kursi iaitu jisim nurani yang terletak di hadapan Arasy yang dipikul oleh 4 orang malaikat yang sangat besar. Saiz kursi lebih kecil dari 'Arasy umpama cincin ditengah padang . Dalam bahasa mudah ia umpama singgahsana yang terletak dihadapan istana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Seluruh makhluk pun menundukkan kepala kerana takut. Lalu dimulakan timbangan amal. Ketika itu berterbanganlah kitab amalan masing-masing turun dari bawah Arasy menuju ke leher pemiliknya tanpa silap dan tergantunglah ia sehingga mereka dipanggil untuk dihisab. Kitab amalan ini telah ditulis oleh malaikat Hafazhah / Raqib &amp;amp; 'Atid / Kiraman Katibin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Manusia beratur dalam saf mengikut Nabi dan pemimpin masing- masing. Orang kafir &amp;amp; munafik beratur bersama pemimpin mereka yang zalim. Setiap pengikut ada tanda mereka tersendiri untuk dibezakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Umat yang pertama kali dihisab adalah umat Nabi Muhammad SAW, dan amalan yang pertama kali dihisab adalah solat. Sedangkan hukum yang pertama kali diputuskan adalah perkara pertumpahan darah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Apabila tiba giliran seseorang hendak dihisab amalannya, malaikat akan mencabut kitab mereka lalu diserahkan, lalu pemiliknya mengambil dengan tangan kanan bagi orang mukmin dan dengan tangan kiri jika orang bukan mukmin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Semua makhluk akan dihisab amalan mereka menggunakan satu Neraca Timbangan. Saiznya amat besar, mempunyai satu tiang yang mempunyai lidah dan 2 daun. Daun yang bercahaya untuk menimbang pahala dan yang gelap untuk menimbang dosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Acara ini disaksikan oleh Nabi Muhammad SAW dan para imam 4 mazhab untuk menyaksikan pengikut masing-masing dihisab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Perkara pertama yang diminta ialah Islam. Jika dia bukan Islam, maka seluruh amalan baiknya tidak ditimbang bahkan amalan buruk tetap akan ditimbang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Ketika dihisab, mulut manusia akan dipateri, tangan akan berkata- kata, kaki akan menjadi saksi. Tiada dolak-dalih dan hujah tipuan. Semua akan di adili oleh Allah Ta'ala dengan Maha Bijaksana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Setelah amalan ditimbang, mahkamah Mahsyar dibuka kepada orang ramai untuk menuntut hak masing-masing dari makhluk yang sedang dibicara sehinggalah seluruh makhluk berpuas hati dan dibenarkannya menyeberangi titian sirat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Syafaat Nabi Muhammad SAW di akhirat :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ⅰ - Meringankan penderitaan makhluk di P adang Mahsyar dengan mempercepatkan hisab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ⅱ - Memasukkan manusia ke dalam syurga tanpa hisab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ⅲ - Mengeluarkan manusia yang mempunyai iman sebesar zarah dari neraka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Semua syafaat ini tertakluk kepada keizinan Allah SWT.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Para nabi dan rasul serta golongan khawas juga diberikan izin oleh Tuhan untuk memberi syafaat kepada para pengikut mereka. Mereka ini berjumlah 70 000. Setiap seorang dari mereka akan mensyafaatkan 70 000 orang yang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Setelah berjaya dihisab, manusia akan mula berjalan menuju syurga melintasi jambatan sirat. Siratul Mustaqim ialah jambatan (titian) yang terbentang dibawahnya neraka. Lebar jambatan ini adalah seperti sehelai rambut yang dibelah tujuh dan ia lebih tajam dari mata pedang. Bagi orang mukmin ia akan dilebarkan dan dimudahkan menyeberanginya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Fudhail bin Iyadh berkata perjalanan di Sirat memakan masa 15000 tahun. 5000 tahun menaik, 5000 tahun mendatar dan 5000 tahun menurun. Ada makhluk yang melintasinya seperti kilat, seperti angin, menunggang binatang korban dan berjalan kaki. Ada yang tidak dapat melepasinya disebabkan api neraka sentiasa menarik kaki mereka, lalu mereka jatuh ke dalamnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;✐ Para malaikat berdiri di kanan dan kiri sirat mengawasi setiap makhluk yang lalu. Setiap 1000 orang yang meniti sirat, hanya seorang sahaja yang Berjaya melepasinya. 999 orang akan terjatuh ke dalam neraka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rujukan: Kitab Aqidatun Najin karangan Syeikh Zainal Abidin Muhammad Al- Fathani. P ustaka Nasional Singapura 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;☞ Jika sekiranya kalian ingin mengumpul saham akhirat, sampaikanlah ilmu ini kepada sahabat² yang lain. Sepertimana sabda Rasulullah SAW: ❝ Sampaikanlah pesananku walaupun satu ayat. ❞ Sesungguhnya apabila matinya seseorang anak Adam itu, hanya 3 perkara yang akan dibawanya bersama :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;① Sedekah/amal jariahnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;② Doa anak²nya yang soleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;③ Ilmu yang bermanfaat yang disampaikannya kepada orang lain. ﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-5709901506380373065?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5709901506380373065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5709901506380373065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/12/kita-bertemu-selepas-40-tahun-dimatikan.html' title='Kita bertemu selepas 40 tahun dimatikan..'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-749164521044489516</id><published>2010-12-06T05:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T05:09:40.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the moon, I am</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah is all I can say when the King and Queen are home, and obviously, they are none other than my dearest parents. I have no idea why am I so excited about it though I can't see and hug them. Hahaha (this is the saddest and the most pathetic laugh if you are to hear it), pity me :| well, for now I am grateful that they have arrived safely. Thats all I'm asking for, alhamdulillah. WELCOME HOME MUMMY AND AYAH, with lots of love from adibah here in egypt. I love and miss everyone, the SIX of you, especially ! *With an extremelysuperduperultramega long sigh (!)*&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/7438134571519615927-749164521044489516?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/749164521044489516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/749164521044489516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/12/over-moon-i-am.html' title='Over the moon, I am'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-6747145642286045376</id><published>2010-12-01T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:11:01.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's that dude ? I don't even know his name,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stop acting like you're all that cause you are not !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stop acting like you care when you are not !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stop acting like you know it all cause you don't !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;JUST STOP cause the world does NOT revolve around you ONLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Stop being despicable cause you are definitely being one !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Stop being a pain in the arse cause you definitely are !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Stop turning your back on something, on someone !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And for once, stop being that judgemental. Just stop ! So what if I swear a lot ? If you care that much, if that makes me a bad person, if that shows I'm not as angelic as you are, then I wonder what are you ? I absofuckinglutely not a "good person" as you are but for once, never in my life I ever did what you did. And all I can say, I really hope you'll find the right way, repent and really, please stop acting like you're all that. It gives me heartache and even worse eye sore. Just stop, please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-6747145642286045376?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/6747145642286045376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/6747145642286045376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/11/whos-that-dude-i-dont-even-know-his.html' title='Who&apos;s that dude ? I don&apos;t even know his name,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-5655093593436755164</id><published>2010-11-28T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:25:35.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olive you,</title><content type='html'>Though I hate olives, though I prefer pickles than olives, this is just too cute not to be liked hehe. Plus, this is like a different side of dave, very cute, so cute, super cute. Did I mention how cute he is ? Haha :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, if I like you, I'll randomly say olive you to you haha, enjoy !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="488" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/rtIfld84Ydw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/rtIfld84Ydw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="488" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-5655093593436755164?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5655093593436755164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5655093593436755164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/11/olive-you.html' title='Olive you,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-1621375333291892596</id><published>2010-11-22T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T02:35:18.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi ,</title><content type='html'>Insya-Allah, plans have been made and I'm back on track :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my parents are much darker due to sunburned, pity them. But glad that they are doing fine till now. And oh did I mention my dad is bald ? I had a great laugh when I looked at the picture that ayah sent to me and I instantly miss both of them. We rarely talked on the phone, another reason why I miss them but I am doing fine so far :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My siblings, it had been a while since I contacted them. They are busy I assume. Aliah, managing everything. Izzat, with his project of last sem. Afiqah, preparation to Japan. Athirah, helping everyone ? Fineeeeeeee, bye !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afiqah is going to Japan soon, I'll miss you. I wish I could send you to the airport or better, follow you to Japan but too bad I'm here cracking my head here so that I can do well in my exams which is not too far from me :| do not forget to pray for me while you're having fun with your host family, Disneyland, sushi, shopping, people, picturesque views. Gosh, listing these down making me even more envious haha. Of all the things, you know the ONE thing that I want so bad. And please, pretty please, buy it for me. I had been dreaming of it EVERYnight, I really want it, other than the super adorable instax. It's killing me, really :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing, my laptop is a sweetheart no more. It's very tiring :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-1621375333291892596?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1621375333291892596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1621375333291892596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/11/sushi.html' title='Sushi ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-2641330018920620971</id><published>2010-11-09T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T23:40:31.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth every second of your precious time,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I read, copied and pasted this from fb yes, decided to share this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Salam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artikel ni aku copy dan paste from blog Otak dan Lutut...Adalah tanggungjawab aku menyebarkannya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah dengar cerita Aisyah Bukhari yang murtad tak lama dulu? Suratkhabar banyak menutup kes ini kononnya untuk menjaga perkauman, tak nak terjadi kacau bilau. Kes Aisyah yang murtad dan banyak kes murtad lain ditutup sedemikian rupa atas alasan bercinta, ikutboyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita yang akan saya bawa ini agak panjang tetapi sekiranya kamu seorang Islam yang peka dan sayangkan agama kita Islam, buatlah sesuatu, paling kurang fowardkan email ni kepada saudara kita yang tak tahu menahu.. Ataupun selemah-lemahnya, berdoa agar kita semua serta saudara-saudara kita terselamat daripada fitnah akhir zaman yang paling besar ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini bukan cerita rekaan saya tetapi hanya petikan dari ceramah yang saya dengar dari mulut peguambela kes ini Zulkifli Nordin di Madrasah Hidayah. Murtad dikalangan orang Melayu kini sudah menjadi ancaman kepada kita. Indeks pencemaran akidah mengikut jabatan statistik dan perangkaan Tahun 1989 aje, 4776 orang Melayu mohon tukar nama dari Melayu kepada bukan Melayu atas alasan keluar dari Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun 1997, bila Saari Bustamah mengambil alih jawatan mufti dari Datuk Hashim Yahya, perkara pertama yang disentuh adalah murtad. Menurutnya sehingga Julai 1997, 3,000 orang murtad di KL sahaja. Tahun 1998 saja, 516 orang sudah murtad. Aisyah bukan kes pertama murtad, sebelum ini dah beratus kes timbul tetapi ditutup oleh pihak tertentu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setakat kes Aisyah, dah 40 fail murtad dikendalikan oleh saudara kita Zulkifli Nordin. Mengapa kes Aisyah ini kita rasa ralat sangat? Kes ini satu simbol yang tunjukkan pada kita orang Melayu. Sistem pertahanan akidah kita amat rapuh. Akidah kita diserang ditubi dari segala sudut. Yang kita tak nampak dengan menggunakan system perundangan dan kehakiman kita sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kes ini boleh dilihat dari 2 sudut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Bagaimana orang macam Aisyah boleh murtad2. Bagaimana orang kafir laknatullah boleh menggunakan sistem hakiman kita untuk merampas anak orang Islam untuk dimurtadkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang berlaku kepada Haji Bukhari setelah 25 tahun didik anak dengan pengisian Islam yang hebat. Sedang dia mengimamkan sembahyang terawih di masjid tahun 1997 anak dia sedang dimurtadkan dirumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah adalah gadis Melayu biasa yang didedahkan dengan ilmu yang sepatutnya. Dalam keadaan macam tu, dia takkan murtad. Dihantar ke sekolah agama, dia belajar hingga tingkatan 6 atas dan boleh melayakkan diri jadi ustazah kalau dia hendak, dan layak melanjutkan ke peringkat Universiti Al Azhar kalau dia hendak . Dia dibesarkan dalam suasana yang bapanya imam. Datuknya juga imam yang dah berpuluh tahun imam Haji Tahir. Dia juga hafal surah Yasin. Dalam ertikata, tahu ayat apa, surah ke berapa yang dibacanya, ayat apa yang jadi azimat, semua dia tahu. Itu hebatnya Aisyah. Surah Sajadah pun dia hafal ... Masuk ITM dia terlibat dalam gerakan Islam. Dia didedahkan dengan gerakan Islam, dia tahu kelemahan-kelemahan Bible.. Dari segi keterampilan, dia budak perempuan Melayu seperti biasa, pakai tudung dengan baju kurung bunga-bunga. Takde apa yang pelik pada dia, duduk di lembah keramat AU5C. Kakak dia pun macam itu juga keterampilannya. Tiap-tiap hari telefon bapanya lapor isu terkini. 2 tahun di KL begitu. Hari terakhir dia telefon 19 Nov 1997,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Assalamualaikum ayah! Ni Intan (nama manja) cakap. Intan nak bagitahu, Intan dah kristian.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bayangkan hati seorang bapa. Kita sendiri heran macamana dia boleh murtad. Aisyah adalah simbol anak Melayu yang telah dididik dengan begitu rupa boleh murtad. Apa yang Haji Bukhari boleh buat? Airmata sahaja modal dia. Masuk TV menangis, keluar radio menangis, pergi forum menangis apa yang dia boleh buat? Semua dokumen mahkamah akan jadi bahan arkib termasuk permohonan kafir laknatullah itu minta Aisyah dibebaskan untuk dimurtadkan ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butir asal permohonan.. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permohonan ini dibuat oleh Lennet Teoh Hui Leong seorang peguam CinaKristian. (Read Herbes Corpes bawah bab 36 kanun acara jenayah). Tujuan untuk membebaskan seorang yang didakwa ditahan secara salah. Sebarang permohonan seperti ini perlu bagi sebab mengapa didakwa tahan secara salah. Permohonan dibuat bawah bab 36 atas alasan Article 11 Perlembagaan Persekutuan. Iaitu hak kebebasan beragama. Tiada langsung soal kahwin timbul. Permohonan tu menyatakan, perenggan 6, bertarikh 28November 1997 di Makamah Tinggi Malaya Kuala Lumpur bahagian jenayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab yang dia beri, 'Saya Lennet Teoh Hui Leong telah dilantik oleh Nur Aisyah untuk memberi nasihat kepadanya berkenaan dengan pertukaran agamanya kepada Kristian dan atas arahannya saya telah menyediakan surat sumpah untuk Nur Aisyah menolak dan meninggalkan agama Islam.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perenggan 23: 'Saya Lennet Teoh percaya bahawa Nur Aisyah sedang dikurung secara salah oleh keluarganya. Saya percaya tindakan ibubapa, abangnya dan bapa saudaranya telah melanggar hak kebebasan Nur Aisyah menganut agama pilihannya iaitu Kristian Khatolik'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita tak boleh buat apa-apa sebab article 11 Perlembagaan Persekutuan menyatakan mana-mana warganegara Malaysia yang telah cukup umur (18tahun) berhak mutlak menukar gamanya. Itulah perlembagaan kita yang memerdekakan orang Melayu kita tahun 1957. Perlembagaan itulah juga yang menjerut kita sendiri. Adakah anak cucu kita akan selamat dengan perlembagaan itu? Bila berlaku pertembungan antara hukum syara' dengan undang-undang sivil, undang-undang syara' akan terbatal. Maksud agama rasmi kita Islam adalah acara-acara rasmi hendaklah dibuat mengikut cara Islam. Contohnya perlantikan sultan, rasmi parlimen dll. Tak lebih dari itu. Bab kehidupan, politik, ekonomi.... semua tak termasuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 4 pula menyatakan: 'Mana-mana undang-undang yang bertentangan yang bercanggah dengan perlembagaan ini adalah batal dan tidak sah. Ini termasuklah hukum syara'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contoh kes Hartina Haji Kamarudin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada masa ceramah ini dibuat, Haji Kamarudin ada dalam lokap, didakwa mencederakan seorang Hindu kafir laknatullah kerana memurtadkan anaknya.. Anak yang dibela selama 18 tahun dengan begitu susah payah datang ke Rumah dalam keadaan Hindu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haji Kamarudian seorang penjual sate di Perak. Beliau lepaskan anaknya selepas 18 tahun ke KL untuk cari kerja. Tak terlintas langsung di kepalanya anaknya akan murtad. Tak sampai 9 bulan, Hartina balik ke restoran bapanya dalam keadaan Hindu dengan nandek kat dahi . Bukan itu saja. Anak yang dimanjakan begitu rupa balik mencabar bapanya, bawa boyfriend dan kawan-kawan boyfriendnya sambil berpeluk-p eluk dalam keadaan dia pun dah Hindu dengan nandek. Haji Kamarudin takek si kafir tu kat tengkuk, menggelupur dia depan kedai tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haji Kamarudin juga dipelupur oleh kawan-kawan si Hindu tu sampai nak pengsan. Adik lelaki Hartina umur 16 tahun turut kena belasah kerana nak menyelamatkan akidah kakaknya depan kedai tempat bapanya meniaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa Hartina buat masa tu? Hartina papah kekasihnya dan biarkan bapanya menggelupur sendirian. Tak cukup dengan itu, dia pergi ke balai polis buat report bapak dia pukul boyfriend dia. 14 hari Haji Kamarudin dengan adik lelaki Hartina merengkok dalam lokap sebab report anak kesayangannya yang mempertahankan kekasih Hindunya. Tak cukup dengan itu disaman pula bapanya 3 juta. Remuk hati seorang bapa yang diheret ke penjara kerana anak sendiri. Tak cukup lagi, dia telah menghina bapanya dengan menukar nama Hartina Haji Kamarudin kepada Nivasni Rajeswari. Nama Hindu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semasa masih terlantar kat hospital (akibat dipukul binatang Hindu laknatullah ), Haji Kamarudin ditangkap polis semula sebab Hindu laknatullah ditembak oleh seorang yang tak dikenali. Jadi, Haji Kamarudin, anaknya dan anak saudaranya kena kurung masuk lokap kerana menjadi suspek utama kes tembakan tersebut. Anak yang ditatang begitu rupa akhirnya menyebabkan dia merana dalam keadaan hina di dalam negara yang negara Islam!! Haji Kamarudin juga dikenakan berbagai tuduhan. Setakat itu saja, 4 tuduhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yusof Qardawi dalam kitabnya menyatakan hendaklah mempertahan akidah hatta dengan nyawa sekalipun.. Itu yang Haji Kamarudin buat dalam mempertahankan hukum Allah, dilokap sedemikian rupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi satu kes lain saudara baru kita, nama Yusof bin Abdullah , nama asal Hindunya Santana. Ada seorang isteri, namanya apa entah.Ada anak lelaki, nama Sunjay kalau tak silap. Usia 2 tahun masa tu. Ajak isterinya masuk Islam. Abangnya telah lebih 20 tahun masuk Islam. Isterinya kata ?eh!? Yusof bawa anaknya sekali masuk Islam dengan nama Mohamad Syazani bin Yusof. Dia hidup 2 beranak tu selama 2 tahun. Lepas 2 tahun si minaci datang semula dan bawak lari anak ini ke KL dengan boyfriend barunya.Yusof tak tahu apa nak buat, dia minta mahkamah syariah Alor Setar keluarkan perintah penjagaan hak ke atas anaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahkamah pun bagi. Dia pun datang ke KL dan ambil balik budak tu. Si emak ni pergi mahkamah tinggi KL mintak hak jaga anak. Mahkamah tinggi bagi pada si minachi ni. Heran sungguh. Bila si minachi ni tak dapat nak ambil balik budak tu, dia pergi report polis. Tahu polis buat apa? Cari Yusof dan tangkap! (padahal Yusof dapat hak penjagaan daripada mahkamah syariah Alor Setar).. Yusof masuk lokap 8 hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu polis ambil balik budak tu kasi pada emaknya. Hari ini, budak tu kembali jadi Hindu. Tak cukup dengan itu, kurang ajarnya si minachi ni, dia minta pulak mahkamah tinggi batalkan perintah jagaan anak yang dikeluarkan oleh makamah Syariah Alor Setar yang diberi pada Yusof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kes Suzie Teoh, seorang budak perempuan dari Kelantan umur 16 Tahun telah peluk Islam atas kerelaan sendiri. Bapa dia tak suka, lepas tu saman anak sendiri dan saman Majlis Agama Islam Negeri Kelantan, heret anak dia ke mahkamah persekutuan. Dia mohon pada makamah, agar istiharkan anak dia masuk Islam tak sah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa tu, Tun Salleh Abas yang jadi hakim. Beliau seorang yang alim dan warak. Bila dihadapkan dengan kes Suzie Teoh, menangis Tun Salleh Abas. Terpaksa buat perisytiharan. 'Dibawah Perlembagaan Persekutuan, hak seorang anak tertakluk dibawah jagaan ibubapanya selagi belum cukup 18 tahun. Kalau nak tukar agama, kena minta kebenaran ibu bapanya. Semasa Suzie Teoh masuk Islam, berumur 16 tahun. dia tak sah peluk Islam.' Atas kearifan dan iman Tun Salleh Abas, dia simpan fail tu dalam lacinya selama 2 tahun. 2 tahun kemudian, lepas hari jadi Suzie Teoh yang ke 18 tahun, dia buka balik kes itu dan bagi peluang Suzie isytiharkan agamanya sendiri. Penuh mahkamah nak tahu kes tu; wartawan tempatan, wartawan asing semua nak dengar keputusan. Terketar-ketar budak tu. Baru umur 18 tahun. Sambil menangis, budak tu kata ' Saya yang arif, kekal dalam agama saya, saya masih nak nama Nur Aini.' Maka Tun Salleh Abas pun dengan bangga mengisytiharkan Islamnya sah dengan namanya Nur Aini. Selamat akidah seorang budak. Sebab itu jugalah Tun Salleh Abas kena buang atas 5 tuduhan... Tuduhan kedua atas sebab melengahkan kes seorang budak tanpa sebab selama 2 tahun. Itulah harga yang Tun Salleh Abas terpaksa bayar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kes terakhir sekali yang paling teruk, kes saudara Ibrahim, isterinya Siti Solehah dan anak perempuannya usia 5 bulan mati dipancung kerana tidak mahu kembali kepada agama asalnya, Hindu. Pada malam hari Valentine 14 Februari, pada waktu anak Melayu bertukar tukar bunga di Dataran Merdeka. 3 Saudara kita mati dipancung dalam sebuah kontena demi mempertahankan agama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peristiwa 13 Mei tercetus apabila seorang budak Melayu dibunuh kerana dia Melayu bukan kerana dia Islam. Dalam sejarah Melayu, tiada lagi orang Melayu dibunuh kerana Islam. Semuanya sebab Melayu. Inilah pertama kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika kita sorot semula sejarah Islam Yasir, bapa kepada Amar diseret di hadapan.. Amar diugut supaya tukar agama. Kalau tidak, bapanya Yasir akan dibunuh. Amar kata,'Allah hu Ahad'.. Terus Yasir kena pancung di padang pasir. Kemudiannya, Sumaiyah ibunya juga disula dari bawah tembus ke jantung. Mampu berkata 'Allah hu Ahad'. Berlari Amar menemui Rasullullah SAW. Dan akhirnya, mengikut sejarah, Amar menjadi seorang mujahid berperang bersama Rasullullah SAW. Itu zaman puak Quraisy kafir laknatullah berkuasa. Rasullullah SAW tiada kuasa lagi pada masa itu.Rasullulah tak boleh buat apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kes kita, bukan sahaja Ibrahim dipancung kepalanya sehingga putus, tak cukup lagi, tangannya juga turut dipotong. Sehinggakan Majlis Agama Islam Selangor terpaksa minta masjid mandikan jenazahsaudara-saudara kita yang mati syahid itu. Apalah dosa anak kecil yang berusia 5 bulan itu? Ibrahim dan Siti Solehah bukan calang-calang orang. Ibrahim seorang saintis Pakar Geologi manakala isterinya Siti Solehah, seorang Pakar Botani. Tanda-tanda syahid jelas pada ketiga mayat tersebut. Walaupun 5 hari dalam peti sejuk darah masih memancut keluar pada ketiga-tiga mayat. Bayi yang berusia 5 bulan masih mengalirkan darah hangat seperti baru mati. Peluhterpercik pada dahi mereka. Mereka dikebumikan di kubur Bukit Kiara.Kalau saudara semua tak mengalirkan air mata melihat kubur merekabertiga terutama bayi yang berusia 5 bulan itu, mesti ada yang tak kena dengan hati kita Hebat mana kita sehingga tak boleh mempertahankan saudara kita sendiri Sedangkan Ibrahim telah melaporkan pada pihak polis dan Majlis agama yang dia diancam untuk dibunuh supaya kembali ke agama asalnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam satu hadis yang berbentuk futuristik (masa depan), Rasulullah SAW berpesan 'Bersegeralah kamu melakukan amalan soleh kerana akan datang kepad a umatku di suatu masa, satu fitnah yang begitu besar yang datangnya seperti satu kepingan hitam di malam gelap gelita tak nampak'. Sahabat bertanya 'Apakah fitnah besaritu ya Rasullullah? ' 'Fitnah itu adalah kamu akan lihat umatku di hari itu, di waktu itu,pada masa itu, pagi hari Islam, petang kafir. Petang Islam, pagi kafir balik.' Sahabat bertanya lagi. 'Mengapa begitu ya Rasullullah? ' Rasullullah SAW menjawab, ?Sebab dia jual agamanya dengan nilai dunia'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ghazali pernah berkata dalam perkara ini, 'Akan datang fitnah murtad ini dalam keadaan seperti semut hitam di atas batu hitam di malam gelap.' Mana nampak?Kecuali kalau jiwa kita tengok satu perkara dengan cahaya keimanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana gerakan murtad ini berjalan di Malaysia sehingga kita taknampak langsung. Gerakan Hindu kita tok sah sebutlah Belum habis cakap, dah ada yang tunggu dengan parang kat luar. Gerakan Yahudi lagilah teruknya. Henry Ford (orang kaya yang buat kereta Ford tu) pernah menulis berkaitan Yahudi tahun 40an atau 30an dulu dalam bukunya 'International Jew' (tak Silap saya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsur Yahudi begitu tebal dalam masyarakat kita tapi kita tak nampak. Paling nyata, rokok yang orang kita hisap tu. Setiap satu batang itu ada saham kepada puak Yahudi. Tak de kilang rokok yang bukan Yahudi punya. Sapa yang hendak berenti merokok, ambil ni sebagai iktibar.Yahudi punya kerja, baru letak bola sebijik, 70 ribu Melayu tak sembahyang kat stadium Shah Alam. Belum kira yang kat rumah lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bab Kristian, lebih terancang, lebih terperinci lagi. Semenjak kalah dalam perang salib terakhir, iaitu dalam pemerintahan King entah apa nama ke 6 yang terakhir. Sebelum dia mati, dia telah berwasiat dan wasiatnya ada ditulis dengan emas di London . Dia berkata: 'Kepada semua pemimpim-pemimpin Kristian, kita hari ini telah melakukan kesilapan besar, kita berperang dengan tentera Islam dengan pedang, bukan berperang dengan akidah yang ada pada mereka. Sebab tu Islam menang walaupun 30 ribu tentera mereka dengan 300 ribu tentera kita, merekatetap menang sebab mereka (orang Islam) berperang kerana nak mati. Kita perang untuk hidup. Oleh itu, hendaklah kita tukar strategi. Melancarkan peperangan ideologi, fahaman dan budaya keatas orang Islam.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasiatnya berjaya dilaksanakan setelah King tu mati, 1492, kerajaan Islam Andalusia yang paling agung pada masa itu tumbang di tangan Kristian. 1511 kerajaan Islam Melaka tumbang, tak lama lepas tu, tumbang kerajaan Islam Pattani . Tak lama selepas tu, tumbang kerajaan Islam Kedah . Tak lama lepas tu,tumbang kerajaan Islam Mindanao ..Lepas tu kerajaan Islam Acheh ... semuanya satu demi satu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macamana benda ni boleh terjadi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab gerakan Kristian berdasarkan kepada 3G. GOSPEL,GOAL, GLORY . Pertama kitab dia, kedua kekayaan kita, ketiga menang terhadap Islam. Kalau kita tengok sejarah, Alfonso De Albuqueque bukan datang ke Tanah Melayu bawa tukang masak sebab nak rempah kari kita. Dia bukan makan kari, di a datang bawa mubaligh Kristian Francis Xavier (kalau saya tak silap eja), sebab nak sebarkan ajaran Kristian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana cara dia sebarkan Kristian nih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang kita panggil, gerakan halus.Dia panggil semua mubaligh Kristian yang nak datang ke Asia ni. Dia guna kaedah 'garam dan ragi'. Garam sebagai perasa, ragi untuk penapaian. Contohnya ubi kayu. Waktu siang asalnya ubi kayu kita letak ragi, esoknya masih lagi bentuk ubi kayu tapi sebenarnya tapai. maksudnya, dia kekalkan orang Melayu dengan identiti Islam. Hakikatnyakehidupan kita bukan cara Islam lagi . Cara inilah yang Rasulullah SAW kata macam kepingan hitam di malam gelita. Inilah yang Imam Ghazali kata macam semut hitam atas batu hitam di malam gelita tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama, melalui sistem pendidikan. Di Malaysia, macam-macam sekolah dengan nama mubaligh Kristian. Convent itu, Saint ini. Menurut satu petikan seorang mubaligh Kristian pada masa itu yang ditulis semula oleh George Peters dalam sebuah buku tahun 40an. Kepada mubaligh-mubaligh Kristian yang nak datang ke negara kita, berkaitan pendekatan garam dan ragi'. Pendekatan seperti ini tidak memerlukan seorang Muslim Melayu berkenaan meninggalkan system kemasyarakatan yang dituntut oleh agamanya. Sebaliknya orang tersebut hendaklah digalakkan terus tinggal dalam masyarakatnya. Justeru itu, ragi tetap ujud dalam keutuhannya. Dia akan menjadi bagaikan sebuah lampu (Kristian) yang diletakkan dalam gelap. Penyebaran agama Kristian nanti akan terserlah dalam sifat kerohanian, bukannya organisasi. Dirasa kesegarannya, bukan bersikap kalam. Dinamik dan etikal, bukan bersifat formalistik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendekatan begini telah memperlihatkan kebaikannya. Lantaran ia tidak menganjurkan ahli Melayu tadi menjadi ahli baru Kristian yang formal, menyendiri terpisah dari masyarakatnya. Sebaliknya ia memberi laluan agar dapat dimasukkan semangat dan ajaran Jesus bagaikan sebutir ragi yang bertindak dengan proses penapaiannya ke atas seluruh masyarakat Melayu seluruhnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajaran Kristian akan bertindak melahirkan revolusi , justeru itu nanti,dapatlah dikatakan bahawa kita nanti akan memperolehi satu Kristian muslim Melayu tempatan yang mencerminkan Kristian muslim Melayu sejati.. 'Sebenarnya dia ingin. Akan datang suatu masa nanti, orang Melayu sendiri tanpa dipaksa-paksa akan buat revolusi untuk menjadi Kristian. Cara kebajikan pulak... Hari ni sapa tak kenal kelab rotary yang cuci buah pinggang,kelab lion, bulan sabit merah, Saint John's Ambulans, sapa tak kenal palang merah. Mereka masuk dengan cara menghidupkan sekularisme. Sekularisma adalah satu cara mengasingkan agama daripada kehidupan. Itulah kita hari ni mengasingkan Islam daripada kehidupan dunia. Cara lain adalah dengan menghidupkan maksiat. Kita kena ambil tindakan samada dengan tangan, dengan mulut, atau paling lemah sekali, dengan hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangun malam buat sembahyang hajat agar kita semua diselamatkan dari fitnah besar ini. Paling kurang pun, fowardkan artikel ni kepada saudara kita yang lain yang tak tahu menahu tu. Kita kena peka. Ini semua tanggung jawab kita semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir sekali,artikel ini tiada kena mengena dengan ceramah nak berkempen politik atau apa saja. Sekadar meniupkan semangat perjuangan dalam diri kita yang mengaku Islam ini. Ni lah masanya kita bangkit pertahankan agama Islam sebelum terlambat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : sumber, note dr Ahlan Wasahlan سيتي فاطمه&lt;br /&gt;        dipersilakan share ok, guys =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-2641330018920620971?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2641330018920620971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2641330018920620971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/11/worth-every-second-of-your-precious.html' title='Worth every second of your precious time,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-4412309538455114564</id><published>2010-11-03T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T20:22:59.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I say it, I really mean it.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, you just don't know how bad I want this. And it's very disappointing, really.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/mh64lkvmQfo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/mh64lkvmQfo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-4412309538455114564?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4412309538455114564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4412309538455114564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-i-say-it-i-really-mean-it.html' title='When I say it, I really mean it.'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-7618815258392267875</id><published>2010-10-21T15:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T15:44:21.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not good ,</title><content type='html'>Who would've known an iPod earphone could burn a hole in my pocket. I hate that person who promised me to buy me a new one but did not :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-7618815258392267875?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7618815258392267875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7618815258392267875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-good.html' title='Not good ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-4616772223735558062</id><published>2010-08-28T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:11:59.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You lied if you said it didn't give you goosebumps ,</title><content type='html'>Luasnya neraka, I copied and paste it for everyone to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalam Mu'alaikum Wbrth!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sahabat semua...bacalah....&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah... takutnyer... bacelah sampai habis.. skjap jer..x smp 5 minit..pun!!!&lt;br /&gt;YA ALLAH YA RAHMAN YA RAHIM, lindunglilah dan peliharakanlah kami, kedua ibubapa kami, isteri kami, anak-anak kami, kaum keluarga kami &amp; semua orang Islam dari azab seksa api nerakaMu YA ALLAH.&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya kami tidak layak untuk menduduki syurgaMu YA ALLAH, namun tidak pula kami sanggup untuk ke nerakaMu YA ALLAH.&lt;br /&gt;Ampunilah dosa-dosa kami, terimalah taubat kami dan terimalah segala ibadah danamalan kami dengan RAHMATMU YA ALLAH......AMIN.....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Luasnya Neraka&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yazid Ar Raqqasyi dari Anas bin Malik ra. berkata:&lt;br /&gt;Jibrail datang kepada Nabi SAW pada waktu yg ia tidak biasa datang dalam keadaan berubah mukanya, maka ditanya oleh nabi s.a.w&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"'Mengapa aku melihat kau berubah muka?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jawabnya:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Ya Muhammad, aku datang kepadamu di saat Allah menyuruh supaya dikobarkan penyalaan api neraka, maka tidak layak bagi orang yg mengetahui bahawa neraka Jahannam itu benar, dan siksa kubur itu benar,dan siksa Allah itu terbesar untuk bersuka-suka sebelum ia merasa aman dari padanya."&lt;br /&gt;Lalu nabi s.a..w. bersabda:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Ya Jibrail, jelaskan padaku sifatJahannam."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jawabnya:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Ya. Ketika Allah menjadikan Jahannam, maka dinyalakan selama seribu tahun, sehingga merah, kemudian dilanjutkan seribu tahun sehingga putih, kemudian seribu tahun sehingga hitam, maka ia hitam gelap, tidak pernah padam nyala dan baranya. Demi Allah yg mengutus engkau dengan hak, andaikan terbuka sebesar lubang jarum nescaya akan dapat membakar penduduk dunia semuanya kerana panasnya. Demi Allah yg mengutus engkau dengan hak, andaikan satu baju ahli neraka itu digantung di antara langit dan bumi nescaya akan mati penduduk bumi kerana panas dan basinya. Demi Allah yg mengutus engkau dengan hak, andaikan satu pergelangan dari rantai yg disebut dalam Al-Quran itu diletakkan di atas bukit, nescaya akan cair sampai ke bawah bumi yg ke tujuh. Demi Allah yg mengutus engkau dengan hak, andaikan seorang di hujung barat tersiksa,nescaya akan terbakar orang-orang yang di hujung timur kerana sangat panasnya, Jahannam itu sangat dalam dan perhiasannya besi dan minumannya air panas campur nanah dan pakaiannya potongan-potongan api. Api neraka itu ada tujuh pintu, tiap-tiap pintu ada bahagiannya yang tertentu dari orang laki-laki dan perempuan."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nabi s.a.w. bertanya:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Apakah pintu-pintunya bagaikan pintu-pintu rumah kami?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jawabnya:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Tidak, tetapi selalu terbuka, setengahnya dibawah dari lainnya, dari pintu ke pintu jarak perjalanan 70,000 tahun, tiappintu lebih panas dari yang lain 70 kali ganda.' (nota kefahaman: iaituyg lebih bawah lebih panas)"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tanya Rasulullah s.a.w.:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Siapakah penduduk masing-masing pintu?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jawab Jibrail:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Pintu yg terbawah untuk orang-orang munafik, dan orang-orang yg kafir setelah diturunkan hidangan mukjizat nabi Isa a.s.. serta keluarga Fir'aun sedang namanya Al-Hawiyah.&lt;br /&gt;Pintu kedua tempat orang-orang musyrikin bernama Jahim,&lt;br /&gt;Pintu ketiga tempat orang shobi'in bernama Saqar.&lt;br /&gt;Pintu ke empat tempat Iblis dan pengikutnya dari kaum majusi bernama Ladha,&lt;br /&gt;Pintu kelima orang yahudi bernama Huthomah.&lt;br /&gt;Pintu ke enam tempat orang nasara bernama Sa'eir.'&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian Jibrail diam segan pada Rasulullah s.a.w.. sehingga ditanya:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Mengapa tidak kau terangkan penduduk pintu ke tujuh?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jawabnya:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Di dalamnya orang-orang yg berdosa besar dari ummatmu yg sampai mati belum sempat bertaubat."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maka nabi s.a.w. jatuh pingsan ketika mendengar keterangan itu, sehingga Jibrail meletakkan kepala nabi s.a.w. di pangkuannya sehingga sedar kembali dan sesudah sadar nabi saw bersabda:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Ya Jibrail, sungguh besar kerisauanku dan sangat sedihku, apakah ada seorang dari ummat ku yang akan masuk kedalam neraka?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jawabnya:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Ya, iaitu orang yg berdosa besar dari ummatmu."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kemudian Nabi s.a.w. menangis, Jibrail juga menangis, kemudian Nabi s.a.w.masuk ke dalam rumahnya dan tidak keluar kecuali untuk sembahyang kemudian kembali dan tidak berbicara dengan orang dan bila sembahyang selalu menangis dan minta kepada Allah.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Dipetik dari kitab 'Peringatan Bagi Yg Lalai')&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DariHadith Qudsi: Bagaimana kamu masih boleh melakukan maksiat sedangkankamu tak dapat bertahan dengan panasnya terik matahari Ku.&lt;br /&gt;Tahukah kamu bahawa neraka jahanamKu itu:&lt;br /&gt;1. Neraka Jahanam itu mempunyai 7 tingkat&lt;br /&gt;2. Setiap tingkat mempunyai 70,000 daerah&lt;br /&gt;3. Setiap daerah mempunyai 70,000 kampung&lt;br /&gt;4. Setiap kampung mempunyai 70,000 rumah&lt;br /&gt;5. Setiap rumah mempunyai 70,000 bilik&lt;br /&gt;6. Setiap bilik mempunyai 70,000 kotak&lt;br /&gt;7. Setiap kotak mempunyai 70,000 batang pokok zarqum&lt;br /&gt;8. Di bawah setiap pokok zarqum mempunyai 70,000 ekorular&lt;br /&gt;9. Di dalam mulut setiap ular yang panjang 70 hastamengandungi lautan racun yang hitam pekat.&lt;br /&gt;10. Juga di bawah setiap pokok zarqum mempunyai70,000 rantai&lt;br /&gt;11. Setiap rantai diseret oleh 70,000 malaikat&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mudah-mudahan ini dapat menimbulkan keinsafan kepada kita semua......Wallahua'lam.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Al-Quran Surah Al- Baqarah Ayat 159&lt;br /&gt;"Sesungguhnyaorang-orang yang menyembunyikan apa yang telah Kami turunkan dariketerangan-keterangan dan petunjuk hidayat, sesudah Kami terangkannyakepada manusia di dalam Kitab Suci, mereka itu dilaknat oleh Allah dandilaknat oleh sekalian makhluk."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Disebutkan di dalam satu riwayat, bahawasanya apabila para makhluk dibangkitkan dari kubur, mereka semuanya berdiri tegak di kubur masing-masing selama 44 tahun UMUR AKHIRAT dalam keadaan TIDAK MAKAN dan TIDAK MINUM , TIDAK DUDUK dan TIDAK BERCAKAP .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bertanya orang kepada Rasulullah saw :&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Bagaimana kita dapat mengenali ORANG-ORANG MUKMIN kelak di hari qiamat?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maka jawabnya Rasulullah saw:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 'Umatku dikenali kerana WAJAH mereka putih disebabkan oleh WUDHU'. Bila qiamat datang maka malaikat datang kekubur orang mukmin sambil membersihkan debu di badan mereka KECUALI pada tempat sujud. Bekas SUJUD tidak dihilangkan. Maka memanggillah dari zat yang memanggil. Bukanlah debu 'itu dari debu kubur mereka, akan tetapi debu itu ialah debu KEIMANAN' mereka. Oleh itu tinggallah debu itu sehingga mereka melalui titian' SiratulMustaqim dan memasuki Alam SYURGA, sehingga setiap orang melihat para mukmin itu mengetahui bahawa mereka adalah pelayan Ku dan hamba-hambaKu."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Disebutkan oleh hadith Rasulullah saw bahawa sepuluh orangyang mayatnya TIDAK BUSUK dan TIDAK REPUT dan akan bangkit dalam tubuhasal diwaktu mati :-&lt;br /&gt;1. Para Nabi&lt;br /&gt;2 Para Ahli Jihad&lt;br /&gt;3. Para Alim Ulama&lt;br /&gt;4. Para Syuhada&lt;br /&gt;5. Para Penghafal Al Quran&lt;br /&gt;6. Imam atau Pemimpin yang Adil&lt;br /&gt;7. Tukang Azan&lt;br /&gt;8. Wanita yang mati kelahiran/beranak&lt;br /&gt;9. Orang mati dibunuh atau dianiaya&lt;br /&gt;10. Orang yang mati di siang hari atau di malam Jumaat jika mereka itu dari kalangan orang yang beriman.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Didalam satu riwayat yang lain dari Jabir bin Abdullah ra sabda Rasulullah saw:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Apabila datang hari QIAMAT dan orang-orang yang berada di dalam kubur dibangkitkan maka Allah swt memberi wahyu kepada Malaikat Ridhwan: 'Wahai Ridhwan, sesungguhnya Aku telah mengeluarkan hamba-hamba Kuberpuasa ( Ahli Puasa ) dari kubur mereka di dalam keadaan letih dandahaga. Maka ambillah dan berikan mereka segala makanan yang digorengdan buah-buahan SYURGA. ' Maka Malaikat Ridhwan menyeru, wahai sekelian kawan-kawan dan semua anak-anak yang belum baligh, lalu mereka semua datang dengan membawa dulang dari nur dan berhimpun dekat Malaikat Ridhwan bersama dulang yang penuh dengan buahan dan minuman yang lazat dari syurga dengan sangat banyak melebihi daun-daun kayu dibumi. Jika Malaikat Ridhwan berjumpa mukmin maka dia memberi makanan itu kepada mereka sambil mengucap sebagaimana yang difirman oleh Allah swt di dalam Surah Al-Haqqah bermaksud :'Makan dan minumlah dengan sedap disebabkan AMAL yang telah kamu kerjakan pada HARI yang telah LALU itu."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Tolong sebarkan kisah ini kepada saudara Islam yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;Ilmuyang bermanfaat ialah salah satu amal yang berkekalan bagi orang yangmengajarnya meskipun dia sudah mati.&lt;br /&gt;' Dan ( ingatlah ) Allah sentiasamengetahui dengan mendalam akan apa jua yang kamu lakukan.' (SurahAl-Baqarah : 237)&lt;br /&gt;Untuk renungan dan amalan bersama ..&lt;br /&gt;DOA Nabi Allah Yunus&lt;br /&gt;"LAA ILAHA ILLA ANTA SUBHANAKA INNI KUNTU MINALZHAALIMIIN"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-4616772223735558062?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4616772223735558062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4616772223735558062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-lied-if-you-said-it-didnt-give-you.html' title='You lied if you said it didn&apos;t give you goosebumps ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-1391425656107535458</id><published>2010-08-26T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T04:14:33.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'll sing ,</title><content type='html'>One fact about me, I can't play any music instruments. Yeah, I just can't. I suck, big time hoho. Despite this fact, I did play flute during the last year of high school haha. Reason was, I wanted to do something different for my senior year. I told  my friends about it and since most of them were in the committee, they supported me by choosing me. Haihh good times haha :D so yeah, I learnt to do the scaling and played few songs. But too bad, if you asked me to play it for you now, all you'll get is a flute with saliva hahaha, euwww disgusting. I know haha. That's just to show that yeah, I can't play any instruments. Very frustrating and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is a pure genius with all kind of instruments. Truth to be told, I am jealous with my own dad yet I still love him. Oh my brother and my two younger sisters too. My brother plays guitar and bass, well yeah, he was in a band. Afiqah can play violin and piano, while Athirah plays the piano. My mum did ask me to learn while I waited for the spm results last time since the teacher came over to our house every week. But I declined cause I know I suck. But I did learn, my sisters taught me. But still, I suck haha. Haihhh, well there's a reason for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck, I just suck because my fingers are short. Like seriously, I have short fingers. So, it's kinda hard for me to move my fingers and all. It's frustrating cause I really do want to play and no, this is not just an excuse. Hehh. Pity me, I know. So, I decided to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well be prepared cause what you'll hear is so cheesy that it'll make you puke haha. Ohkayyy. Here it goes. Since everyone knows that I suck, I'll learn and I'll play the guitar or piano, either one. Yes, I'll play either one and sing for that someone. Yes, for that someone that I think worth for me to get blisters all over my fingers. For that someone that'll appreciate it and say that I play well though I know I don't. For that someone that'll say I have a nice voice though I know I don't. I'll work hard for that someone. Yes, I know I did make you puke. Pardon me for that hahahha. I don't know what has gotten into me lately. So di-guh-ting haha haihhh. Laugh all you want cause I am just saying haha :D but obviously not now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-1391425656107535458?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1391425656107535458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1391425656107535458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-think-ill-sing.html' title='I think I&apos;ll sing ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-2385549681554594927</id><published>2010-08-18T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:02:13.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TGvmAi3X8zI/AAAAAAAAATA/BxEzNKWdszc/s1600/cannnn+or+not.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TGvmAi3X8zI/AAAAAAAAATA/BxEzNKWdszc/s320/cannnn+or+not.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506747866424013618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, seventh and the last one, must haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TGvJPiQMWnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/aGfQfHkKeSM/s1600/will+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TGvJPiQMWnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/aGfQfHkKeSM/s320/will+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506716238120508018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unanswered WHAT IF(S) questions haha, so cheesy, so corny, I know. So not me :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-2385549681554594927?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2385549681554594927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2385549681554594927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/08/will-you.html' title='Will you ?'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TGvmAi3X8zI/AAAAAAAAATA/BxEzNKWdszc/s72-c/cannnn+or+not.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-6618294931311178815</id><published>2010-08-15T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:04:16.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasting ,</title><content type='html'>Honestly, today is the first day for me to fast due to you-know-what haha. But thats not the point, the point is, this is the first time for me to fast during summer, and today, after I had my exams and dealt with my ticket to MALAYSIA :D *insert really long smile, or make it a giddy smile haha :P okay, back to the story, after I had my exams and dealt with the ehem, flight ticket, honestly. HONESTLY, I feel so . . . .  I don't know how to say it but I am exhausted. Though I took a cab to withdraw the money. I took the cab to go home. I took a cab to go EVERYWHERE. And now, it's 39 degrees, awesome isn't it ? Hahaahahhahahhahahahhaha, haihhh -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am counting the days,&lt;br /&gt;I am expecting the unexpected,&lt;br /&gt;I am happy though I had a rough time for the past few weeks, alhamdulillah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am still fasting though I am complaining :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-6618294931311178815?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/6618294931311178815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/6618294931311178815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/08/fasting.html' title='Fasting ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-3688012689300032282</id><published>2010-08-13T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T19:25:29.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S M I L E :D</title><content type='html'>For now, too much input for me. Luckily, all these input could put a smile on my face. And yes, insert laughs too. I couldn't stop smiling and laughing. For now, I really hope for the best. Insya-Allah, if thats for the best, I'll pray for it to happen. Oh my, I couldn't stop smiling and yes, I'm starting to smile without a reason. HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAAH heck, I don't care :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-3688012689300032282?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/3688012689300032282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/3688012689300032282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/08/s-m-i-l-e-d.html' title='S M I L E :D'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-7934397925814901005</id><published>2010-08-12T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T21:36:13.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Family is always the answer to everything, alhamdulillah. Thats all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-7934397925814901005?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7934397925814901005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7934397925814901005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/08/family-is-always-answer-to-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-7629148285936347923</id><published>2010-08-12T05:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T05:58:25.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is never easy ,</title><content type='html'>No, it is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting all tough when you're not, it's not easy&lt;br /&gt;Acting like you're fine when you're not, it's not easy&lt;br /&gt;Acting like you're okay with everything when you're not, it's not easy&lt;br /&gt;Acting like you're used to something new when you know you're not, it's not easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know, there's always a reason for everything that happened. And yes, I always make my self believe this. But sometimes it's too much for me though I always tell myself that I'll be okay, I'll be fine. For now, I 'll just hope that everything goes well. And yes people, I am trying real hard to act like I am okay but deep inside, I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, selamat berpuasa ! Moga ramadhan kali ni memberi seribu makna kepada semua, insya-Allah. Bertambah amalan hendaknya :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-7629148285936347923?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7629148285936347923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7629148285936347923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-is-never-easy.html' title='It is never easy ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-5215967370245707793</id><published>2010-08-10T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:41:02.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach me how ,</title><content type='html'>Lately, I just don't know how to express my anger. It's like I don't know how to get angry anymore. Trust me, I am a bad tempered person, no kidding. Rather than getting angry and being pissed, I'll just say that I'm angry. I'll tell the people around me that I'm angry, "EEEEEEEEE, marahnya, bencilh." Thats it haha. YES people, thats it. So, I think this is a good news to my two younger sisters cause I won't get angry though they'll annoy the hell out of me haha. Even the house mates thought it's weird and they'll ask me, "Izzy ni marah ke apa?" Hahahaha oh my, Egypt softened me, very fascinating. And I feel more or less like a pondan haha. I think, I, myself is tired of being angry. Cause if you're to get angry of every single thing here, you won't be staying for long here in Egypt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-5215967370245707793?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5215967370245707793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5215967370245707793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/08/teach-me-how.html' title='Teach me how ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-7496177452788175351</id><published>2010-08-05T06:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T07:13:14.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put a smile on your face ,</title><content type='html'>I have a got new whole playlist on my ipod. And it is very irritating. It is very annoying. It is very unbelievable. It is very shocking. It is very surprising. It is SO NOT ME ! And it got me laughing every time I think of it, and how I changed. I changed and becoming a person I thought I'd never be by listening to such songs. And yes, I have no idea what has gotten into me. This is hilarious and yes, creepy at times. Oh yeah, weird too. What's happening to me ? Hahaha -___________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I officially declare myself as a victim of bully. The not retaliating victim I am haha. I had been bullied for unacceptable reasons. Especially on the way I talk and the way I pronounce some words haha. And yes, the housemates love, I repeat, LOVE to repeat what I said and make fun of it. Sometimes I don't get it cause I don't think there's anything wrong on the way I pronounce the words. But to them, YES ! They'll repeat it and make fun of it and make fun of me. Though I don't get it, I am glad that they had fun doing it. Well, at least I make people happy, unintentionally. Hehhh -_____________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I am shrinking cause I think my height is no longer one hundred and seventy-two centimeters hahahahahahahhahaha ! :D but I am sure that I am growing taller hehe :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-7496177452788175351?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7496177452788175351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7496177452788175351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/08/put-smile-on-your-face.html' title='Put a smile on your face ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-767901603654760070</id><published>2010-08-03T06:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T06:48:07.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is okay to cry ,</title><content type='html'>Very interesting, a friend of mine sent this, WOW :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I need to" she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All women cry for no reason," his dad answered carelessly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise shaikh (scholar). "He surely knows the answer", he thought. "Ya Shaikh! Why do women cry so easily?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shaikh answered: "When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation, its hers." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-767901603654760070?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/767901603654760070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/767901603654760070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-is-okay-to-cry.html' title='It is okay to cry ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-6027832571462244267</id><published>2010-07-30T07:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T07:21:15.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear this time I mean it ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TFILGXTWDwI/AAAAAAAAASw/yk5U5NVge4s/s1600/plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TFILGXTWDwI/AAAAAAAAASw/yk5U5NVge4s/s320/plane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499470298935070466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get a fight ticket by next week to come home ? Please, pretty please ? Cause seriously I am not kidding. I just want to come home without worrying about anything, YES !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-6027832571462244267?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/6027832571462244267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/6027832571462244267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-swear-this-time-i-mean-it.html' title='I swear this time I mean it ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/TFILGXTWDwI/AAAAAAAAASw/yk5U5NVge4s/s72-c/plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-740272467809511829</id><published>2010-07-28T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T08:50:26.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're burning a hole ,</title><content type='html'>Had a bet with my sis, loser MUST treat the winner at our favorite place, MURNI :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do miss board games, especially scrabble. Like seriously. So, had a game with my sis and it was tough I'd say. And I lose cause I only had 2 alphabets with me and both of them were C. Unexpectedly, my sis had two C too heh. Since nothing can be done, I lose. Not much difference, I lose by 2 points. So, deal is a deal. Murni it is, I seriously can't wait ! :) sense any sarcasm ? I don't haha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-740272467809511829?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/740272467809511829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/740272467809511829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/07/youre-burning-hole.html' title='You&apos;re burning a hole ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-8068858320493803202</id><published>2010-07-24T02:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T02:48:15.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night ,</title><content type='html'>So, I just skyped with my mum, dad and sis. Had fun though it was just for a little while since they were so sleepy. Pity them. They were trying real hard to open their eyes. So cute had fun laughing at them but of course, in a good way. So, I insisted them to go and sleep since they both will have a busy day tomorrow. Good daughter I am haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well basically, now I am extremely hungry cause I did not eat anything. But as weird as it is, I do not feel like eating. For now, during this summer, what I really want are ice-creams, ice-creams, ice-creams and more ice-creams haha. And yeah, asir asab too. It is actually sugar cane drink hoho. Yes, these both are always in my mind. So suitable to comfort my excruciating headache due to the weather. And so, if you really are a nice person, treat me with an ice-cream will ya ? Or asab ? I don't mind haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, I plan just to have a cup of hot chocolate and biscuits :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : As stupid as it sounds, as sad as it sounds, I accidentally deleted a folder of mine that contained House, season 1 till season 6. Gosh, silly me =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-8068858320493803202?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8068858320493803202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8068858320493803202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-night.html' title='Good night ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-1266840822666994448</id><published>2010-07-20T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:37:05.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust me, I am not clumsy</title><content type='html'>I am not clumsy, it just that accidents happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two weeks, since I am done with the exams, things that weren't supposed to happen, happened. And no, I won't call myself clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped my friends moved and I helped them to carry some stuffs and I accidentally broke their stuffs. Yes, it was an accident.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to brush my teeth, as I was trying to squeeze the toothpaste tube, the toothpaste accidentally got into my eyes. Yes, it was an accident.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to wash my hair and somehow the shampoo got into my eyes just before I washed my hair. Yes, it was an accident.&lt;br /&gt;I was cleaning up my room and making up my bed, I accidentally fell from my bed. Yes, it was an accident.&lt;br /&gt;I was washing my mug after having my hot chocolate and I accidentally broke it. Yes, it was an accident.&lt;br /&gt;I was laying on my friend's bed while talking to her and I accidentally knocked my head on the wall. Yes, it was an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE, accidents happened and NO, I am not clumsy :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-1266840822666994448?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1266840822666994448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1266840822666994448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/07/trust-me-i-am-not-clumsy.html' title='Trust me, I am not clumsy'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-5622397377026181751</id><published>2010-07-15T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T18:35:50.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lend me a hand ,</title><content type='html'>I am done with my exams :D&lt;br /&gt;But too bad that big smile doesn't stay because honestly and seriously, I am bored&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Haha I feel so pathetic, pathetic, pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA haihhhh, weird, I know, tell me about it. This is very depressing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-5622397377026181751?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5622397377026181751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5622397377026181751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/07/lend-me-hand.html' title='Lend me a hand ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-6549995009376650023</id><published>2010-07-12T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T05:51:22.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am all smiles :D</title><content type='html'>Spain won and I watched the match with friends of mine. Two of them were rooting for Holland. BUT too bad hahahahahaha ! I watched the match with full of enthusiasm, trust me, I did. With pizzas in my hand, with Fabregas played his heart out, with uncountable yellow cards, moments accompanied with tachycardia for me. AWESOME ! :D I had fun and glad that Spain won, yes, Spain won ! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Torres played for a little while, it was fun watching him. Sexy man dribbling the ball :)))))) and those who supported Holland, I just want to say, TOLD YOU ! :D hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-6549995009376650023?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/6549995009376650023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/6549995009376650023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-all-smiles-d.html' title='I am all smiles :D'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-1994881841746888939</id><published>2010-07-10T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:38:38.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is ,</title><content type='html'>I miss being called as Izzati, &lt;br /&gt;I miss being called as Adibah, &lt;br /&gt;I simply miss being Izzati Adibah. Very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-1994881841746888939?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1994881841746888939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1994881841746888939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-name-is.html' title='My name is ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-7157898592241037247</id><published>2010-07-07T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T03:17:03.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It'd be nice IF ,</title><content type='html'>Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot,&lt;br /&gt;who calls you back when you hang up on him,&lt;br /&gt;who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;or will stay awake just to watch you sleep...&lt;br /&gt;wait for the boy who kisses your forehead,&lt;br /&gt;who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats,&lt;br /&gt;who holds your hand in front of his friends,&lt;br /&gt;who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on.&lt;br /&gt;One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU...&lt;br /&gt;The one who turns to his friends and says, thats her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine sent this and I was like, such guy exists ? Wow, okay :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeah, I still couldn't get over the match between Germany and Argentina. The way the Germans scored were more to luck than skills I'd say. And from what I saw, Messi was the only one who was actually playing. The others ? Zzzzz -___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-7157898592241037247?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7157898592241037247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7157898592241037247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/07/itd-be-nice-if.html' title='It&apos;d be nice IF ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-3056684521323134753</id><published>2010-07-05T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:06:19.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May I go to the loo ?</title><content type='html'>Whats with these Egyptians ? They seriously pissed me off. They always, I repeat, always make a fuss over small things. Like what happened to me just now, when I was having my exam. Gosh, thinking of it, *haihhh. While I was doing my exam, I drank water a lot, habit. And yes, the consequence, I had to rush home after exams cause I need to settle the undone business -__- but too bad, today was a bit unfortunate I'd say. I had the feeling of wanting to go to the loo, an hour and a half before my exams ended but I tried to focus on my paper and ignored that feeling. Plus, I saw few Egyptians failed in attempt of going to the toilets. So, I didn't think that they'd let me go cause they asked the Egyptians themselves to take their seats and continued with their exam. Need I to remind, I am a Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11 something, I failed to hold myself from you-know-what. I decided to go cause I was not done with my paper yet. And how was I supposed to concentrate on my paper when my mind was concentrating on other thing -__- I fought with a doctor, I think, or someone who could at least understand to what I was saying. He didn't let me go, unsurprising. I almost cried but did not and tried to answer but failed :( then, he allowed me and I continued with the undone questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haihhhh, see, this was originally not an issue. And thats why I said, I just don't get Egyptians though I am here for almost a year. I simply don't and it is not my fault, not at all. But I know, there is always a reason for everything that happens. At least, a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-3056684521323134753?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/3056684521323134753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/3056684521323134753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/07/may-i-go-to-loo.html' title='May I go to the loo ?'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-3658592037818237942</id><published>2010-07-03T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T14:59:59.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:O</title><content type='html'>Izzati Adibah, what has gotten into you ? LIKE SERIOUSLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY ? :O&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH what happened to you? How is it possible ? Save me, pretty please hahahahahhaha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not sleep at all last night, and now I feel like puking, hungry too. And suddenly craving to eat pizza. Weird, I know -_____________-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-3658592037818237942?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/3658592037818237942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/3658592037818237942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/07/o.html' title=':O'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-8858937418080590569</id><published>2010-07-02T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T15:02:44.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is wrong with it ,</title><content type='html'>I seriously feel like laughing, too many input and so little time for me to digest them. PLUS, am trying to hold myself from laughing too much during this FUN AWESOME HAPPY month of exams :D HA HA HA HA HA can you smell sarcasm ? Cause I don't HA HA HA HA. From what I heard, it is not good for you to laugh a lot cause somehow it'll make your "ilmu keluar". TAK NAKKKKKKKKK ! If that so, my countless sleepless nights are equivalent to NO-thing. My sins for swearing if I overslept haha sorry, can't resist. My tears for crying if I overslept. My tears for not waking up punctually. My tears for disappointing myself. My guilts for not listening to my dear alarm clock. Somehow, I couldn't find the chemistry between us. I tend to ignore it though I know I'll be extremely angry if I were to wake up late. TAK FAHAM ! But yeah, it happened to me a lot. Oh and that means, the consumption of caffeinated drinks are for nothing, OMG :O  So, since I want to laugh out loud but I can't cause I DO NOT WISH TO LOST THE DEAREST ILMU PENGETAHUAN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll laugh here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Haha I know, I am feeling you cause I am annoyed with the mute laugh too chehhhhhh -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I have no idea why some people are curious about my height. OF ALL THE THINGS, WHY MUST IT BE ABOUT HEIGHT ? Adoiyaiiiiiii, fine then, you started it. Prepare yourself please haha. They made fun of it too, and yeah, I am enjoying it too bits. Smell sarcasm, again ? I do too haha. Even the housemates are very happy about it, gosh, lucky I am to have them as housemates haha, to those who are curious about my height, I am very tall. SERIOUSLY ! :D hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My height is one hundred and seventy-two centimeters (!) :D&lt;br /&gt;But I got to warn you, IF I were to appear in front of you but not with this height, I have my reasons hahhahahahahah :D the main reason is I do not want to make other people to feel intimidated by me, girls, especially HAHAHAHA ! And yeah, I have this one superb ILMU for making myself look short eventhough I am like freaking one hundred and seventy-two centimeters tall. I can make myself shorter. Don't ask me why, don't ask me how cause there is no way that I am going to share it with anyone. SO, I am short and tall at the same time. Haha don't ask me why cause I have no idea what should I answer to your questions haha. Conclusion is, I am tall :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pray for this one hundred and seventy-two centimeters girl will you ? Since everyone is literally crying for missing me so much hahaha, point is, pray for me so that I can come home by the end of this month, insya-Allah. AMIN ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-8858937418080590569?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8858937418080590569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8858937418080590569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/07/nothing-is-wrong-with-it.html' title='Nothing is wrong with it ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-396215319791334825</id><published>2010-06-26T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T14:50:57.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalalalalalove :)</title><content type='html'>The title of my previous post had been used by a friend of mine, Ikyn to bahan me haha, fineeeee, keberkatan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, most of them are going back to Malaysia already, including my roomate, Shikin and Kak Ayunie, a housemate of mine. And three of my closest friends here, Dyda Ikyn Daiya. Obviously I am happy for them that they passed and they can go home with a happy face but that means I'll be kinda 'alone' for a little while cause I still have my exams. Haha emo, well, whatever it is, have the time of your life dear friends, will be missing you all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-396215319791334825?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/396215319791334825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/396215319791334825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/06/lalalalalalalove.html' title='Lalalalalalalove :)'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-8673105543487477278</id><published>2010-06-21T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:49:41.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAF BA RA KAF ALIF TA NUN ! :)</title><content type='html'>Aku ingat lagi, masa sekolah dulu, terutamanya bila nk periksa. Masa tu, aku paling malas nak gosok baju, kain, tudung, semuanyalah. Aku paling suka bila masa aku ada periksa tulah, mak aku, insan yang paling memahami aku, seolah-olah memahami bahawa aku malas, beliaulah, insan yang paling aku sayang gosok apa yang patut untuk aku pakai. Dengan bangga dan tanpa rasa bersalah, aku terus ambil lepas mak aku gosok dengan muka paling manis dan ucapan terima kasih di bibir kusampaikan pada emak aku haha. RINDU gl masa ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAPI . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang, aku jauh sangat kalau nk minta mak aku buat macam tu, harapanlah an. Semua kena buat sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosok baju / baju kurung / seluar&lt;br /&gt;Gosok tudung&lt;br /&gt;Buat sarapan sendiri (walaupun instant, STILL !)&lt;br /&gt;Lipat baju&lt;br /&gt;Rendam baju&lt;br /&gt;Basuh baju&lt;br /&gt;Masak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua, SEMUANYA sendiri, agak penat terutamanya time periksa ni. Paling tak suka kena gosok baju dengan buat sarapan. Sebab masa sekolah dulu, ada sebab aku nak mak aku gosok baju aku semua tu dengan buat milo utk aku (BUKAN INSTANT, PALING SEDAP MAK AKU BUAT !). Sebabnya, bagi aku, bila mak aku gosok baju aku, aku macam dapat berkat daripada mak aku, aku tak tahu kenapa aku fikir macam tu, tapi haaa, tulah yang aku fikir. Bila pakai baju tu pun macam seronok lebih padahal baju kurung je kot -_- tahu, tak faham an. Tapi serius aku rasa dapat keberkatan dah tu bila nak buat periksa pun, masuk kelas pun rasa yakin, sangat yakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAPI SEKARANG . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku nak keberkatan tu, tapi jauh sangat dari aku. Masa aku gosok baju kurung yang aku pakai masa periksa, aku teringat kat mak aku. Jauh sangat dari aku. Nak buat camne an. Yang aku tahu, walaupun aku tak dapat berkat mak aku dari gosokannya pada baju yang aku nak pakai, mak aku selalu doakan aku. DAN tu berkat yang lebih besar dan seronok kalau nak bandingkan dengan baju kena gosok. Walaupun baju kena gosok tu amat menyeronokkan :D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RINDU MMY :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-8673105543487477278?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8673105543487477278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8673105543487477278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/06/kaf-ba-ra-kaf-alif-ta-nun.html' title='KAF BA RA KAF ALIF TA NUN ! :)'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-502163185817903456</id><published>2010-06-17T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:23:54.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am glad that you had a great laugh</title><content type='html'>I am still ym-ing with sueng ngudu, best friend of mine since high school. It was awesome cuase we were catching up with each other. And we were exchanging stories, somehow our sad stories have similarities, damn, how pathetic we are haha. But seriously, I can conclude that we are pathetic and YES, I dont think sueng ngudu can deny this. Haihh, so sad. And somehow the way sue tried to get rid of those feelings were by making fun of me and yes, of course, teased me. We were chatting as usual and su, as sakai as she is, she was very excited to use idioms. FINEEE, then su remembered our form 5 exam, Bahasa Melayu. And we had our first test and it was all about idioms, everything related to it. There was one section where we had to continue the idioms. As usual, me being me, I never left a blank answer. So, despite the less knowledge of idioms, I mixed up the words and wrote it. Though I know we can never lie, we can never change the idioms. IDIOMS are fixed, goshhh ! Haha silly me. And OBVIOUSLY MY ANSWER WAS WRONG -___-" adoiyai. When we got our papers back, our teacher, lovely Encik Afri decided to embarrass me in front of everyone haha, he read my answer out loud and asked the person who wrote the pretty answer to admit. At first, I decided to keep quiet about it but I failed. I failed cause I instantly laughed, and su checked my paper, so did raja. And the three of us laughed like we owned the world haha sakaiiiii :D so yeahhh, I admitted that it was my answer and yes, I was being defensive saying that it was way better to write something rather than to leave the answer sheet empty :P hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeahhh, yesterday, su reminded me of that thing and she made fun of me. She posted the idiom onmy facebook profile and tagged friends of mine that had something to do with that. And unfortunately, all of them still remember that thing. In fact, they were happy that su reminded them about that stupid idiom haha. Thanks a lot su, I love you for that hahahhaha. PFFFFFTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all, having a conversation with su yesterday was fun cause I am missing her so bad. So, yeahhh, I am happy despite that little something happened to me :'( well, whatever it is, nothing is wrong to hope for something good to happen. SO, yeah, I am hoping for good things to happen. Insya-Allah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-502163185817903456?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/502163185817903456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/502163185817903456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-glad-that-you-had-great-laugh_1907.html' title='I am glad that you had a great laugh'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-3392898470403695054</id><published>2010-06-15T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T05:33:11.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Permudahkan&lt;br /&gt;Permudahkan&lt;br /&gt;Permudahkan&lt;br /&gt;Permudahkan&lt;br /&gt;Permudahkan&lt;br /&gt;Permudahkan&lt;br /&gt;Permudahkan&lt;br /&gt;Permudahkan&lt;br /&gt;Permudahkan&lt;br /&gt;Permudahkan&lt;br /&gt;permudahkna&lt;br /&gt;Permudahkan&lt;br /&gt;Permudahkan&lt;br /&gt;Permudahkan&lt;br /&gt;Permudahkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permudahkanlah perjalanan hamba-Mu yang lemah ini, sesungguhnya pada-Mu sahaja aku meminta pertolongan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-3392898470403695054?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/3392898470403695054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/3392898470403695054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/06/permudahkan-permudahkan-permudahkan.html' title=''/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-8124114931183129255</id><published>2010-06-11T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:15:05.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who said I am out of love ?</title><content type='html'>I read nuha's post, her family went to Mansoura before they went to Jeddah, from what I read. Sorry Nuha, if I got it wrong. Basically, am going to have my finals this Monday, yet am posting a new post. The reason is, I miss my family a little bit too much. I know, this year's post since am away from my family, most of my posts are about how I miss my family. I am sorry but I couldn't stop myself. I really miss them cause I am super duper close with them, I just simply miss them. I really do. Lately, my homesickness became worse, I think. I like and hate it at the same time. I hate it cause I cried, obviously you will when you miss the people you love. And i like it cause it somehow motivates me, I have to work hard if I want to see them. SUMPAH ADIK RINDU SEMUA :'( and I am literally crying while writing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss them :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, I was staying up and I studied after I did my subuh prayer. While I was memorizing some stuffs, ALL OF SUDDEN, I remembered my mum's face and the ways she laughed. I did not know how and where did the thought came from. And I cried instantly. Cause it hit me, I was like, Ya Allah, jauhnya emak aku dari aku. Ya Allah, jaunya. And I cried and straight away texted my mum. Ma, I really miss you and also the others. But I do not know why until now, I always have the image of my mum and it did make me cry EVERY SINGLE TIME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONESTLY, lately all these hit me, almost everyday and I cried. I am not weak, trust me, am not. It just, I miss them. Simply missing them. And I am still crying while writing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, I was on the phone with my dad for like an hour so, we talked, and he managed to make me laughed though I am dead worried about my exams, I am scared, how can I deny that? But you know, though I have those feelings, he managed to make me laugh. YOU KNOW WHY ? CAUSE HE IS MY DAD AND HE KNOWS ME AT MY VERY BEST ! AYAHHHHH, I miss you. His wise words always and never fail to motivate me, thanks ayah ! :') and I am literally crying, STILL ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I feel like hugging my parents now :'((((((( (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss my sister, she always cheer me up, NEVER FAIL ! And I remember, every time I am feeling down, I'll go to her room and talk to her. But for now, it is a little bit impossible ey ? Unless my sis is here in Egypt with me. I really miss you. I did ym with my brother, we did talk, I miss him too. And yes, he made me laugh but I can't tell you why cause he'll kill me. The reason is he is like the successor of WHAT ? HHAHAHAHHAHAHA I MISS YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU ! :) My two little sisters, you guys have no idea how bad I miss you guys. Both of you when you guys fought, annoying but missing it so bad ! The way afiqah made me mad but just for a little while cause you know my weak point and you'll eventually made me laughed ! I MISS YOUUUU AFIQAH ! And athirah, I really miss you but not so much since you are getting TALLER ! I am so jealous of youuuuu ! I want to be tall too and I DO NOT WANT TO BE THE SHORTEST ! But I think I have to face the fact since you are tall. HAIHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! WHAT TO DO, ITS IN THE BLOOD HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION IS, I am having a tough time and I miss them. I really do, so bad. Just WAIT for me to come home cause I definitely will. And I promise you, keep my words ! I love you and you just have to know that though we are far away, each and everyone of you is always close to my heart. How is it possible for me not to think of the people who had always been there for me and accept me at my very best and the worst in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR LIKE BAZILLION TIMES, I MISS YOU GUYS (!) :'((((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-8124114931183129255?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8124114931183129255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8124114931183129255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-said-i-am-out-of-love.html' title='Who said I am out of love ?'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-4353740298351951244</id><published>2010-04-02T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:22:09.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/S7YK4wUuQ5I/AAAAAAAAASg/EJh3D59tJD0/s1600/IMG_4577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/S7YK4wUuQ5I/AAAAAAAAASg/EJh3D59tJD0/s320/IMG_4577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455559968766706578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is ikyn and I love her and I am deeply sorry :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-4353740298351951244?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4353740298351951244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4353740298351951244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/04/sorry.html' title='Sorry ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/S7YK4wUuQ5I/AAAAAAAAASg/EJh3D59tJD0/s72-c/IMG_4577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-3593267219998600125</id><published>2010-03-05T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:00:45.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://theconfusedasian.tumblr.com/post/303090937/13726-youre-my-sister-you-are-my-rock-i-hate-when" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;YOU'RE MY SISTER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://theconfusedasian.tumblr.com/post/303090937/13726-youre-my-sister-you-are-my-rock-i-hate-when" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;YOU ARE MY ROCK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;WE HAVE GONE THROUGH LOTS OF SHITS TOGETHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://theconfusedasian.tumblr.com/post/303090937/13726-youre-my-sister-you-are-my-rock-i-hate-when" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I HATE WHEN WE FIGHT BECAUSE MY WORLD FEELS LIKE ITS FALLING APART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And please make sure I will not feel it again, never would be better (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;AND FOR COUNTLESS TIMES I'D LIKE TO SAY THAT I LOVE YOU LIKE NO OTHER, ILOVEYOU (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-3593267219998600125?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/3593267219998600125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/3593267219998600125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-701000498011414727</id><published>2010-03-01T06:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T07:11:36.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;OH why, hello MARCH, it has been a year, and finally you are here. It is not that I had been waiting for your arrival haha. It just that, thinking back, last year, at this time, I have got to admit, this was when I did not get my beauty sleep as there were countless butterflies in my stomach. And that was due to nervousness to get the results of SPM ! And now, it had been a year since I got that feelings and ohmygod, how time flies, like seriously. But I think, for now, I can relate those feelings with what I am feeling now as I am going to face my finals soon (!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And to see the life I am taking now, praise Allah, Alhamdulillah is all I can say now. For what I have now, for what I had, for what good things that I'll get ahead, in future, insya-Allah, I praise Allah, Alhamdulillah. After I left school, I got the chance to further my studies, to get what I want, to be what I want, insya-Allah. And for all these, I could  not stop from saying, thank you Allah, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh btw, here is a video that I got from a friend of mine. Honestly, I did cry, tersentuh hati ini, but in a good way, of course. Watch it and there is nothing for you to regret, dan renungkanlah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-z1ci71bSk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-z1ci71bSk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Dan seeloknya engkau jawablah setiap kali nama Nabi Muhammad s.a.w disebut. Kau akan digelar sebagai seorang yang kedekut bagi baginda, dan tidak akan mendapat bantuan dari baginda kelak, Nau'zubillah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-701000498011414727?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/701000498011414727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/701000498011414727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/02/say-what.html' title='Say what ?'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-7890374755580923105</id><published>2010-01-24T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:56:28.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are AWESOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/S1vutxaKmLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DkHe8veWMlY/s1600-h/DSC_1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/S1vutxaKmLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DkHe8veWMlY/s320/DSC_1075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430196245849872562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My sis, Aliah is awesome ! Haha she really made my day when she "accidentally" called me at 4 something following the Egypt time btw using the house phone. Ehh what I meant was she was "testing", yeah, it sure worked cause we did talk for almost an hour haha. Sumpah I was laughing in the dark cause I was alone at the living that time, we did gossip bout some stuffs. And omg, what happened to all these people nowadays, chehhhhhh -___- and oh haha living room ? Haaa like I have one -__- Maaaa, how did you feel about this ? :P kak liahhh, IMISSYOULIKECRAZY even more than words can say :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-7890374755580923105?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7890374755580923105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7890374755580923105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-are-awesome.html' title='You are AWESOME'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/S1vutxaKmLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DkHe8veWMlY/s72-c/DSC_1075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-8454968642080312527</id><published>2010-01-24T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:11:48.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is winter ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/S1tJhi3Hd2I/AAAAAAAAASI/Wnd_UpvusuM/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100123_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/S1tJhi3Hd2I/AAAAAAAAASI/Wnd_UpvusuM/s320/Snapshot_20100123_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430014616367757154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;psycho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bought some stuffs and an ice-cream, call me psycho. I don't mind haha. It is freezing cold here, about 8 degrees and yeah, i am down with flu yet an ice-cream is still in my mouth. Me and shikin btw :D haha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7438134571519615927-8454968642080312527?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8454968642080312527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8454968642080312527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-is-winter.html' title='It is winter ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/S1tJhi3Hd2I/AAAAAAAAASI/Wnd_UpvusuM/s72-c/Snapshot_20100123_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-1445336843448759771</id><published>2010-01-21T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:26:09.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one says it will be easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'll be having my mid year exam in less than two weeks, do wish and hope for the best for me and my friends. I am still preparing myself, good luck adibah haha. A bit exhausted, both, physically and mentally, but what to do ? Results of not having proper sleeps for quite some time are these, all of these haha , SORRY if you were expecting for something else , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/S1hvejyad2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/Mgy9leQEvVo/s320/Snapshot_20100121_147.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429211921588582242" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;This one is for my family, I know all of you miss me. Me too :) &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/S1hveMFtNOI/AAAAAAAAARw/2ixkdpbe_vk/s320/Snapshot_20100121_118.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429211915227051234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In case you didn't notice, I did expand, chehhh :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/S1hvd4cqQzI/AAAAAAAAARo/F1LExjHzESE/s320/Snapshot_20100121_42.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429211909954618162" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha okaylah, one of the ways to make me feel better = camwhore haha -___-&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/7438134571519615927-1445336843448759771?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1445336843448759771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1445336843448759771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-one-says-it-will-be-easy.html' title='No one says it will be easy'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/S1hvejyad2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/Mgy9leQEvVo/s72-c/Snapshot_20100121_147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-2345346146018242829</id><published>2010-01-15T08:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:15:39.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, if you said so</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Penat tau kalau asyik nak dengar rintihan orang. Penat juga kalau asyik dengar orang fikir dia bagus sangat. Lagi penat kalau asyik dengar orang mengadu macam dia seorang je yang tengah susah, macam semua benda yang dia buat lagi susah daripada orang lain. Kalau iya pun kawan, timbang rasalah sikit. Cuba tutup mulut tu, bagi peluang kat orang lain nak cakap. Ini asal buka mulut je, buat telinga orang lain panas. Buat apa an an an ?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I just don't see the point. Are you selfish ? Or are you just plain dumb ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Honestly, I think I am confuse, enough said.&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/7438134571519615927-2345346146018242829?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2345346146018242829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2345346146018242829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-if-you-said-so.html' title='Okay, if you said so'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-8689208741803304785</id><published>2010-01-15T04:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T01:12:28.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You guide me ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Neither bragging nor trying to be good but I do think that Egypt did change me, seriously. Though it is not that obvious to some people but I felt it, and it was nice to have such feelings. Maybe by being away from your family or from the people that you love so much, you tend to think, talk, act and live your life in a more mature way. Or I don't know, less sinful ? Lately, I had been thinking, a lot if I need to say. And I realized that I am far, very, extremely, so far from being a good muslimah. And I regret for letting myself to be that way. Now, I had been exposed and guided to a better way on how to lead my life as a muslim. Alhamdulillah, though I am far away from my family, yet I was n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ot left unguided. I am trying to change myself to be better. I am trying to respect myself more, insya-Allah. Sumpah aku nak berubah. That’s all I am saying. I know, this post is really different than the other posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-8689208741803304785?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8689208741803304785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8689208741803304785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-guide-me.html' title='You guide me ,'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-125008032225180343</id><published>2009-12-31T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T04:06:15.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It sure is a long way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;FINALLY (!) *phew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yeayy me, my braces is finally done :) It took almost a month, it was seriously super tiring. A lot of experiences that really pissed me off but I can do nothing bout it cause that is how them, egyptians behave. Like it or not, love it or not, I have to bear with it somehow, and trust me, I am still trying. I know it is not a big deal for someone to wear braces but here in Egypt, YES IT IS ! I went through a lot, seriously no joke. I became the laughing stock for about two or three weeks, yeslah thanks a lot. And now, let me show you the process of me getting braces and yes, you may laugh haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SzuwNlV_aaI/AAAAAAAAARI/OLx4ko73mTk/s320/Snapshot_20091223_1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421120323879659938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, this was the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; embarrassing of all cause as you can see, the brackets were HALF ! HALF ! And yes, I face people with this look for a week HAHAHAH, I knowww (!) And tell me, where can you see this ? WHERE ? Im talking about half brackets (!) *ROFL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SzuwN_Ng8ZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/SngBT1yGEsk/s320/Snapshot_20091228_1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421120330823430546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this when the doctor forgot that she missed out a bracket on my front teeth so she put on the dawai, another embarrassing experience haha shit sungguh, yeslah. *LMAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SzuwOQN26GI/AAAAAAAAARY/q1owHyOMnFg/s320/Snapshot_20091230.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421120335388272738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was when all the embarrassment thrown to the rubbish cause my braces is DONE ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*yeayyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SzuwOh8QLAI/AAAAAAAAARg/4uBb9mr_aco/s320/Snapshot_20091230_4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421120340146269186" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love me, it is not that hard haha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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/7438134571519615927-125008032225180343?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/125008032225180343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/125008032225180343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-sure-is-long-way.html' title='It sure is a long way'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SzuwNlV_aaI/AAAAAAAAARI/OLx4ko73mTk/s72-c/Snapshot_20091223_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-3763129723649183125</id><published>2009-12-10T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:44:46.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame PMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today I am seriously tired , due to not enough sleep . So, I slept for a while after my classes and I was awake by a phone call from an anonymous number. I didn't pick it up cause only God knows how much I hate it. Then I asked Shikin to answer it for me when that person called for the second time. The caller told that my parcel is here and I jumped from my bed and being excited and all haha. Yeah, you can say that I am pathetic, I can accept that cause I was being one just now. Well, maybe because it is the first time I received a parcel since I arrived here. And to add the patheticness in me, I did cry when I opened up what they sent me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Other than all the stuffs that I asked mmy to send me, mmy did something that made me cry instantly. And I am so glad to have you ma ! And you made me miss you even more, and if you're reading this, just to  let you know that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;you're the best mum in the whole wide world and you're always my number one ! ONE ! &lt;/span&gt;I remembered, I complained to mmy that I didn't get to eat her kuah kacang during eid adha due to lack of ingredients, and now I have them all with a recipe too. And now you know why I cried, haha still I don't think I have good enough reasons to cry. Well, I think I should blame PMS for this. Screw you (!) HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MMY, I LOVE YOU :) &lt;3&lt;/span&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/7438134571519615927-3763129723649183125?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/3763129723649183125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/3763129723649183125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/12/blame-pms.html' title='Blame PMS'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-1451222786465602002</id><published>2009-12-10T02:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T02:59:39.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEYYY, looks like someone is getting older (!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/Sx_y-8OxRlI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0Z-M2PIWqjw/s1600-h/DSC_1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/Sx_y-8OxRlI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0Z-M2PIWqjw/s320/DSC_1223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413312440256513618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;To dearest &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;QURRATU' AINI,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;despite of getting older and the addition of wrinkles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;just to let you know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And what we did yesterday, I swear it'll be one of the stories that I'll share with my children. Though it is early to have such thoughts haha. Well, we, the Babeyhs, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ikyn Hani&lt;/span&gt;, and her housemates, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Peah Nau Skina&lt;/span&gt;, planned a surprise birthday celebration for her. We sure had a blast last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;cooked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;play dress up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;camwhore photoshoot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;eateateat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;skype&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and we slept after subuh prayers. Due to all these, Ikyn missed her class, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;unintentionally&lt;/span&gt;, obviously haha and I was late for my class. But I have no regrets at all, :D And total pictures snapped in just few hours were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;500 ++ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Hoping for more good things to happen here . &lt;/span&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/7438134571519615927-1451222786465602002?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1451222786465602002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1451222786465602002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/12/heyyy-looks-like-someone-is-getting.html' title='HEYYY, looks like someone is getting older (!)'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/Sx_y-8OxRlI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0Z-M2PIWqjw/s72-c/DSC_1223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-2264920918159405127</id><published>2009-12-04T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:07:18.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;G  (!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-2264920918159405127?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2264920918159405127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2264920918159405127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-3958037392226823455</id><published>2009-12-01T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:34:58.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming December</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My class will start soon, break is almost over. I miss my family, enough said. And oh how sometimes I could just slap someone for saying such things just because they think they are too good to be true. But all I could say is that you're so pathetic that you didn't realize what you did just make yourself looked so stupid. Seriously, what you did, piss me off. That's for sure and oh how I wish I could just confront you about this but too bad, I couldn't. Just because you are so much older than I am. It's shameful that a person like you that has a face and a heart of a witch has a brain as small as an egg. Or smaller. Just stay away from the people I love, and seriously, I mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-3958037392226823455?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/3958037392226823455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/3958037392226823455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/12/welcoming-december.html' title='Welcoming December'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-7739447494859357212</id><published>2009-12-01T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T05:22:05.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>Yes, time flies indeed. It had been 2 months since I stepped my foot here, in Egypt. And I kind of not believing that me, myself did survive living without my family haha but seriously. I am still trying to get used to it though cause sometimes, I did get homesick and all. But mmy said, it's a good thing cause it showed that I remembered them. Well, of course. Why shouldn't I ? Hehe well, the feelings did strike me again. I hate and like it at the same time, alahai :( I wish it will happen and please, seriously please make it happen. I am seriously hoping for it to happen. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-7739447494859357212?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7739447494859357212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/7739447494859357212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-2427086230563727076</id><published>2009-11-29T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T04:27:54.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY, flashgun dude !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SxGHWtr4e4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/P4ZWRnhnoCQ/s1600/DSC_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SxGHWtr4e4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/P4ZWRnhnoCQ/s320/DSC_0484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409253451739200386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SxGHWSDvcqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ATpXFIi7XuU/s1600/DSC_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SxGHWSDvcqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ATpXFIi7XuU/s320/DSC_0404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409253444323078818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SxGHWPP8lQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3HIIbxQav2A/s1600/DSC_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SxGHWPP8lQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3HIIbxQav2A/s320/DSC_0271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409253443568964866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SxGHV2eHHaI/AAAAAAAAAQI/sq3Zn2Ual48/s1600/DSC_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SxGHV2eHHaI/AAAAAAAAAQI/sq3Zn2Ual48/s320/DSC_0236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409253436917489058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SxGCnTfLW3I/AAAAAAAAAQA/_ong23Nj7Ss/s1600/DSC_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SxGCnTfLW3I/AAAAAAAAAQA/_ong23Nj7Ss/s320/DSC_0526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409248239206226802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SxGCnFsEQfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xXicO54ge_E/s1600/DSC_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SxGCnFsEQfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xXicO54ge_E/s320/DSC_0249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409248235502191090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SxGCmsM0AkI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BmrN1RdzrVc/s1600/DSC_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SxGCmsM0AkI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BmrN1RdzrVc/s320/DSC_0224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409248228660216386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If I ever have the guts to say that, alahaaaai :( haha. Whatever it is, I had fun during this yar eid adha. New experience, not really sure how to say it in words. But I had fun ! :) Really lazy to update and to upload pictures haha. Hope everyone is having a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-2427086230563727076?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2427086230563727076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2427086230563727076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-flashgun-dude.html' title='HEY, flashgun dude !'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SxGHWtr4e4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/P4ZWRnhnoCQ/s72-c/DSC_0484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-5994880008538762228</id><published>2009-11-27T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:52:35.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam, Eid is here (!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aildiladha to everyone ! I am extra excited to celebrate it this year as I am going to experience how it feels like to celebrate it far away from your family, from your friends, from your house, from your hometown, far from everything that you are familiar with.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For today's menu, I cooked lontong and sambal ikan bilis with nasi impit. While the others, Shikin and Kak Zaza are cooking something for dessert that we just learnt from a senior last night. First time did it and the result is satisfying, it is uber delicious ! :) And Syira is cleaning the cuttlefish to be cooked with extra special coating that we just bought last night hehe :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, it is sure sad to not celebrate it with everyone, your family especially. But I am living the life as a student that is far away from home. And I am trying to make great experiences so I'll be able to tell it to my children or grandchildren haha :D But seriouslyyy ! Well hereby, I would like to wish everyone, again &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILADHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Have a great one with your family and friends. And don't forget to pray for me here, take care :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7438134571519615927-5994880008538762228?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5994880008538762228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5994880008538762228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/11/salam-eid-is-here.html' title='Salam, Eid is here (!)'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-6750779914478173291</id><published>2009-11-26T05:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T06:32:31.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession, eh ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/Sw2uh7IqhSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Az5TtGXIQ3g/s1600/DSC_2844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/Sw2uh7IqhSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Az5TtGXIQ3g/s320/DSC_2844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408170625374782754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/Sw2uhuskyQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WOKHw9qQVUo/s1600/DSC_2876.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/Sw2uhuskyQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WOKHw9qQVUo/s320/DSC_2876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408170622035740930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; Su&lt;/span&gt;per duper cool best friend of mine, nath ismail called me yesterday. OMFG, :'D I MISS HER LOTS ! :) &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-6750779914478173291?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/6750779914478173291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/6750779914478173291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/11/confessions.html' title='Confession, eh ?'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/Sw2uh7IqhSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Az5TtGXIQ3g/s72-c/DSC_2844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-2051852954686894411</id><published>2009-11-17T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:59:17.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHH okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had been repeating the same song again and again on my iPod HAHAHA. I know I sound pathetic but seriously, such song gave me some sort of inspiration. Euwww, I sound so -.-" Nvm, ignore me. BTW, I am freaking out. Seriouslyyy. And btw, to apek , thanks for calling. Haha damn, I miss youlah and oh I love you too. Finished up your credit to call me hahaha. Sometimes you really do know how to make me feel idk, haha let me keep it to myself :) hehe. Fine, this is so lame but idk. Okay, it is lame. Lame, i know. Okay, bye -.-"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PSYCHO , &lt;/b&gt;alahaaaaai *sigh&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/7438134571519615927-2051852954686894411?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2051852954686894411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/2051852954686894411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/11/ohh-okay.html' title='OHH okay'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-5716979585842634370</id><published>2009-11-17T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:51:43.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I look like I care ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;SHITlah, I lost my words on how I should describe how I feel now. I am being a bit of emo-ish lately and I hate it so much. The mood swing is partially saying hello to me and no, I didn't reply to it yet but it started to affect me already. Urghhhh -.-" Well, I am having my MCQ exam this Thursday. And so, weish me luck will you ? OMG, I feel like puking. Had been feeling this way for quite some time but NO, I didn't puke. Not even once. And yes, I am healthy. No worries about that and NO, I am not bullimic. And am not trying to be. Oh btw, I know I gained weight but please such comments might hurt and please mind your words. I am a girl and yes, I do have feelings. If you ARE someone that I am close to and I love you so much I do not mind if you said such things but PLEASE, if you're just a friend of mine whom I just met. Please ? And mirror yourself first will you ? If you do have a drop dead gorgeous body like megan fox's , well I don't mind. But if you owned a body like mine or even worse , can you just please shut up ? Cause NO, I do not want t know what you think. Okay ? Thanks !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-5716979585842634370?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5716979585842634370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/5716979585842634370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-i-look-like-i-care.html' title='Do I look like I care ?'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-580647939034931294</id><published>2009-11-14T06:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:36:38.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalau macam ini, macam mana ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kalau aku cakap aku nak menangis, aku rasa aku sangat menyedihkan. Kalau aku cakap aku nak menangis, aku mesti tanya diri sendiri kenapa aku kena nangis ? Kalau aku cakap aku nak menangis, aku rasa aku pentingkan diri. Kalau aku cakap aku nak menangis, belum apa-apa lagi teman sebilik aku dah suruh jangan. Kalau aku cakap aku nak menangis, aku mesti tanya diri sendiri kenapa sampai macam ini sekali? Kalau aku cakap aku nak menangis, bukan aku seorang sahaja. Kalau aku cakap aku nak menangis, mak ayah kakak abang adik-adik aku jauh di Malaysia. Kalau aku cakap aku nak menangis, bukan siapa boleh tolong. Kalau aku cakap aku nak menangis, dah tu memang cabaran nak buat macam mana lagi ? Kalau aku cakap aku nak menangis, ada pula yang risau. Kalau aku cakap aku nak menangis, ada je yang tak kasi. Kalau aku cakap aku nak menangis, kalau aku cakap aku nak menangis, kalau aku cakap aku nak menangis, OKAY DAH !&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nak nangis tapi rasa bersalah pula, tapi tak menangis pun. Cuma sikitlah bila tengok gambar masa nak terbang datang sini naik kapal terbang. Tapi nak buat macam mana. Dah buat keputusan, teruskan sahaja. Itu hidup, ini hidup :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-580647939034931294?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/580647939034931294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/580647939034931294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/11/kalau-macam-ini-macam-mana.html' title='Kalau macam ini, macam mana ?'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-3736746996668420277</id><published>2009-11-13T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:18:37.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another person ,  *sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/Sv0kNkYz2mI/AAAAAAAAAPY/sw9TiWk_Dvc/s1600-h/DSC_8491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/Sv0kNkYz2mI/AAAAAAAAAPY/sw9TiWk_Dvc/s320/DSC_8491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403514943439100514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Izzati Aliah Ab Razak :) &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another precious person for today's entry :') ALAHAI, I miss my family. Not my fault, everyone feels this way. Trust me, especially first timer. My eldest sister, the person who I always turned to (other than mmy, of course) , the person who never failed to make me laugh, the person who freaked me out when she is angry, the person who always brighten up the place, the person who I called as my sister, my kakak, my one and only, KAK LIAH. ALAAAA I MISS YOU, I MISS HANGING OUT IN YOUR ROOM, I MISS BUAT LAWAK TAK JADI, I MISS LAUGHING AT YOUR LAMENESS (HAHAHAHA). Now you know how much I miss you,  I MISS YOU AND I LOVE YOU KAK LIAH :') &lt;3&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/7438134571519615927-3736746996668420277?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/3736746996668420277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/3736746996668420277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-person-sigh.html' title='Another person ,  *sigh'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/Sv0kNkYz2mI/AAAAAAAAAPY/sw9TiWk_Dvc/s72-c/DSC_8491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-894203878009559314</id><published>2009-11-12T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T01:20:34.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DULL</title><content type='html'>I want to be inspired, by anything, by anyone, by something. I felt so sluggish lately and I hate it. Got a lot of readings to do, though I just started my classes for less than a month. Well, have nothing to say. But pleases somebody rescue me from this witless and wearisome kind of feeling cause it is so uninspiring -.-" Had been using this word a lot haha, excuse me for that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-894203878009559314?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/894203878009559314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/894203878009559314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/11/dull.html' title='DULL'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-8966623976654909557</id><published>2009-11-11T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T04:36:14.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOO-PID</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My blogspot is being a sweetheart no more, I couldn't undo what I wrote. If I tried to, everything will be a mess. So yeah, conclusion is STOOPID and it'll be lame if the mistakes I did make the sentences sound weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-8966623976654909557?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8966623976654909557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8966623976654909557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/11/stoo-pid.html' title='STOO-PID'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-1223813681152794398</id><published>2009-11-11T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T04:25:51.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I tell you how I am lucky for having you in my life ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SvnEgsrhenI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dxmSGHLtNAo/s1600-h/DSC_7169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SvnEgsrhenI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dxmSGHLtNAo/s320/DSC_7169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402565294036187762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Izzat Iman Ab Razak :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am so glad that I only have a brother and one thing for sure, I love him :) Had a short conversation with him just now, a very short indeed. Just asked him how he's doing and all, and omg I miss him ! :( I miss lepaking with him and went home at 5 am ? HAAAAAAA I MISS YOU BIMAN, ILY ! :) &lt;3 Study well and be a super freaking good engineer cause I know you can. I believe you can, despite what other people say. You know why ? I know you better. Cause I am your sister and had been one for 18 years and a day (following egypt time). So yeah, lets crush those low minded's hopes and show what we, the MENCIPAL are made of. HEHE I LOVE YOU TOK BATIN ;) I LOVE YOU, TAKE CARE MR-ENGINEER-TO-BE :) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;I'll wait for you to buzz me on ym biman, :) &lt;3&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/7438134571519615927-1223813681152794398?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1223813681152794398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1223813681152794398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-i-tell-you-i-am-lucky-for-having.html' title='Did I tell you how I am lucky for having you in my life ?'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SvnEgsrhenI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dxmSGHLtNAo/s72-c/DSC_7169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-1811407883685207252</id><published>2009-11-10T07:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:50:16.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELL, it's obviously not my fault</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SviqTAukgoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/HnRiCJBJyqI/s1600-h/DSC_8394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SviqTAukgoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/HnRiCJBJyqI/s320/DSC_8394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402254996620477058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;THIS *sighs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I miss my family a little bit too much that I lost my words on how to describe what am I feeling now. Well, is this normal or it is not ? Cause either one, it's obviously not my fault for having that kind of feeling. Reason is, I love them too much that I miss them too much and it's their fault yet experiencing no regret at all :) &lt;3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7438134571519615927-1811407883685207252?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1811407883685207252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/1811407883685207252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-its-obviously-not-my-fault.html' title='WELL, it&apos;s obviously not my fault'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SviqTAukgoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/HnRiCJBJyqI/s72-c/DSC_8394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-6658849238824694095</id><published>2009-10-15T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:18:54.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much appreciated, thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just got the urge to check my flickr ( HAHA anyway you want to pronounce it) after had the conversation with Akml. He brought his Diana +, yeahhh he had his moment to brag bout his love. Whatever it is, my excitement went down to the drain as he forgot to bring the flash. I was like HOW COULD YOU FORGET ? And I felt like throwing and hitting that thing cause it is so light ? Fragile ? It is so annoying that such thing could produce pictures that are too beautiful to be described with words HAHA. Whatever it is, I am still waiting to be given the chance to try it cause take note that I have not tried it yet. Not even once cause he is saving up the film. As it is quite expensive. I know, DSLR is much expensive to be compared with the price of a lomo. But the investment that you are about to make if you ever bought a lomo is just as same as the price of the DSLR or even much more. Cause the investment will not stop. You have got to buy the films to snap pictures, and everyone knows that. And you have got to CUCI the pictures first in order to know what you should improve on ? And other reasons, will stop saying it cause I am not an expert. Just saying my thoughts cause that's what I felt. And now HAHAHAHA Akml regretted for buying the lomo. Serves him right, yes yes yes ! And yes, I could be mean. But I know you will not stop loving me :) hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh and the actual reason for me to post this is to tell that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I felt much appreciated that my FlickR (anyway you want to pronounce it) account had been viewed 370+ times. I know it is not a big deal. But, yes I repeat but the fact that I had been criticized about how I am not good in taking pictures just gave me the feelings to snap even more pictures. But I don't think I have much time for that cause I need to study. Yes, study ! So yeah, if I ever have the spare time I will upload the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, the fact that Akml complimented the pictures that I took left me in utter awe. HAHA gedik but whatever. I wished my bro is here with me so we got the chance to robek the D60 of mine. As we didn't do it that much before I came to Egypt. S'okayyy, ashoofak teni when I'll come home soon. Just wait, do wait, must wait, HAVE TO ! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/StaFwRWJzpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/8e47DbgBdes/s320/DSC_6008.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392644668159282834" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;OHANA :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&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/7438134571519615927-6658849238824694095?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/6658849238824694095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/6658849238824694095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/10/much-appreciated-thanks.html' title='Much appreciated, thanks'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/StaFwRWJzpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/8e47DbgBdes/s72-c/DSC_6008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-705770651918707196</id><published>2009-10-15T07:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:24:35.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy, can I have my nescafe ? I need to study</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's 2 am in the morning and I just woke up. I wasn't feeling that good and yes, I feel like puking. EEEEEK, I hate this feeling. I was supposed to study after I got back from dinner but no, I didn't. I did drink nescafe with a high hope to stay up and continue to flip through the pages of all the books. Well, at least I did flip a few pages. Then, pooof I slept. I do not know why I blogged about this but I just felt like writing. So, yeah do not mind the lameness of this post. Whatever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;FYI, I am living with the other six house mates of mine. And four of us are doing the same course. And the way each of them study freaks the hell out of me. No kidding about that. OMG ! I am speechless but I think there are reasons for that. To wake me up from the happy and HUHA zone and be the nerd that I used to be in high school. HAHA yeahhh, right. Omg, and now I miss school and of course my friends. And how I wish any of them are with me now to study together but I know that it is not going to happen. I know I should stop writing and start studying. I am on my way to do that haha. Do not worry, it will happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And I am missing my family terribly but no, I don't cry haha. Praise skype, skype, skype ! :) I love skype, I love my family. And they shouldn't worry about  me. Insya-Allah, everything is fine for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-705770651918707196?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/705770651918707196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/705770651918707196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/10/mummy-can-i-have-my-nescafe-i-need-to.html' title='Mummy, can I have my nescafe ? I need to study'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-8510625109121095887</id><published>2009-10-11T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:34:55.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Izzati Afiqah Ab Razak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/StZt5pcTrxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7AFyFauCQZ4/s1600-h/DSC_7143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/StZt5pcTrxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7AFyFauCQZ4/s320/DSC_7143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392618440967302930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, as requested this is for you. I didn't post this just because you wanted it, but because I miss you too :) haha mengada ni&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/7438134571519615927-8510625109121095887?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8510625109121095887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/8510625109121095887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/10/izzati-afiqah-ab-razak.html' title='Izzati Afiqah Ab Razak'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/StZt5pcTrxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7AFyFauCQZ4/s72-c/DSC_7143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-906057840142734869</id><published>2009-10-10T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:17:21.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Too bored, and so I asked few friends of mine and currently most of them are listening to Owl City and I instantly fell in love. Beautiful songs :D Make me go ooh ooh ooh. I miss my family, especially Izzati Athirah Ab Razak. Haven't heard from her for quite some time, I miss you sayang :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/StBpg-ozeHI/AAAAAAAAAOo/f9C7ifFYoi4/s320/DSC_7139.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390924769253357682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Comelkan ? Rindu :)&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/7438134571519615927-906057840142734869?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/906057840142734869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/906057840142734869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-playlist.html' title='New Playlist'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/StBpg-ozeHI/AAAAAAAAAOo/f9C7ifFYoi4/s72-c/DSC_7139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7438134571519615927.post-4839378036253952439</id><published>2009-10-09T06:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T07:24:56.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to expect the unexpected ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/Ss50iaYbsMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MmamnTLZ5r8/s320/DSC_8934.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390373938555236546" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/Ss50iyroWsI/AAAAAAAAAOg/wf-QiZs1WfY/s1600-h/DSC_8950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/Ss50iyroWsI/AAAAAAAAAOg/wf-QiZs1WfY/s320/DSC_8950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390373945078209218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, today, 9th of October 1991 I am officially eighteen and legal. And again, I was surprised with 10 slices of cakes and candles and mashed potato HAHA and tears of course by housemates. Dad called me earlier with the rest and sang the birthday song. Obviously I cried, well who don't ? Tell me. I was crying while I was walking to Galaa' (pronounce as Galak btw). Was kind of humiliating as few Egyptians were looking at me. But whatever. Calmed myself down, also help by my friends. Got myself together when I saw the shawllllllssss :D haha. Honestly, since the day I was here I haven't purchased any shawl. Buying it later, savigmoney for something else. Okay, back to the main point. I ate a cup of cocktail and a cup of chocolate something topped with an ice cream which cost me 5.50 EGP about RM3.30. Cheap, I know. And there are no problems for me to gain weight :( Scarrrrryyyy (!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got myself a bag that I liked from them. Sweet, I know haha :) Thanks, again ! :D &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7438134571519615927-4839378036253952439?l=izzatiadibah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4839378036253952439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7438134571519615927/posts/default/4839378036253952439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatiadibah.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-to-expect-unexpected.html' title='How to expect the unexpected ?'/><author><name>Izzy bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891929958930008414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/SlLNaJBpLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9WKqz17PJb4/S220/DSC_4840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1mLGsXugwE/Ss50iaYbsMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MmamnTLZ5r8/s72-c/DSC_8934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
