<?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-5291172710422068243</id><updated>2012-02-10T00:41:26.944+08:00</updated><category term='Expecto~ petronumm'/><category term='complicated'/><category term='wads this for??'/><category term='green friendship band.'/><category term='be happy'/><title type='text'>Just for you and me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-886914624780795566</id><published>2012-01-29T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T22:43:54.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kau.diam.pun.cantik.</title><content type='html'>I'm really getting tired and sick of unnecessary comments given by people. If you have nothing to say, please just zip up. Being emo shit in the social media. Just keep that feelings. I know, when the time comes, I am gonna be in that emo shit state.I dunno. My mind is all tangled up now. I am not sure if being in the committee is a burden for me. Sometimes people gives you shit when ure trying ur best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-886914624780795566?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/886914624780795566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2012/01/kaudiampuncantik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/886914624780795566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/886914624780795566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2012/01/kaudiampuncantik.html' title='Kau.diam.pun.cantik.'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-4085520386148799454</id><published>2012-01-23T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T17:45:30.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melatar</title><content type='html'>Mungkin cerita yang disampaikan ini agak pendek, tetapi bermanfaat, InsyaAllah.Sedang berbual sambil turun tangga, mata tidak terlihat ada lecak di hadapan. Tubuh terseliuh dan diri melatar. " oh mak kau!"Teman lihat ke arahku, ingin bercerita. Dari temannya, die pon mula. Al-kisahKalau kat expressway, lorry yang transport pasir, kalau accident, apa yang terkeluar dari Lori tu. ku jawab, pasir. Die senyum dan sambung. Kalau lorry yang transport gula, kalau accident, apa yang akan terkeluar? Ku jawab, gula. Die pon berhenti sekejap dan mengukir senyuman.Begitulah manusia, jika hati ini sentiasa "dipenuhi" Allah, apabila kte mengalami kesusahan atau kemalangan, Kalimah Allah akan terkeluar dari mulut kita. Dan jika hati ini penuh dgn kejahilan dan kemaksiatan, mungkin, kata2 kesat akan terkeluar apabila ditimpa musibah. Renungkanlah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-4085520386148799454?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/4085520386148799454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2012/01/melatar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4085520386148799454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4085520386148799454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2012/01/melatar.html' title='Melatar'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-4852832716930015635</id><published>2012-01-20T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T00:57:09.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a reason why it's call a committee. You need to be committed. But, when situation comes at its worst, you just wished that you didn't make that mistake of committing into something you thought was possible.What I am blabering about. I know, somebody has got to do it. But, I just need that push. Sometimes, small things pushes me back. Every time I took a step forward, there's just something that pull my step back. May Allah show me guidance. Whenever I see her talking to other guys, I get jealous. It seems that I can never strike a decent conversation with her. It has been year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-4852832716930015635?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/4852832716930015635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2012/01/theres-reason-why-its-call-committee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4852832716930015635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4852832716930015635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2012/01/theres-reason-why-its-call-committee.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-7137595874494870915</id><published>2012-01-05T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:55:37.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>head feels so heavy. some kind of a headache. Arghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you believe you are one of the good guy, step back and say to urself, you are bad enough to have the thought that you are good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont feel like continuing to be part of the committee next sem.&lt;br /&gt;Only Allah knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-7137595874494870915?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/7137595874494870915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2012/01/head-feels-so-heavy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7137595874494870915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7137595874494870915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2012/01/head-feels-so-heavy.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-6700085864165763438</id><published>2012-01-03T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:31:49.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first few step</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, have stepped into the second semester for second year in SP. No more time to look back and regret. Just look forward and pray for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, time have been always on silat. I am afraid if i spend too much time in this. I dunno, it has somehow become part of my life. feels like something is wrong if i were to miss trainings. nevertheless, Allah has allowed me to meet with great friends, whom when i look upon their faces, it reminds me Allah. they made me feel, small. when i look at them, made me realise how low i am in the eyes of Allah compared to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some are soon to become hafiz..some just have that noble characteristic that can never been found in someone who do not have such ilmu. I believe, joining sp silat is one of the blessings of Allah s.w.t where i get to meet these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-6700085864165763438?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/6700085864165763438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-few-step.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/6700085864165763438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/6700085864165763438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-few-step.html' title='The first few step'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-2472815319865672446</id><published>2011-12-30T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T00:14:08.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haza min fadli robbi</title><content type='html'>Nothing in the world belongs to us. May Allah guide us in everything we do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every single thing we do, Lillahi Ta'ala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-2472815319865672446?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/2472815319865672446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/12/haza-min-fadli-robbi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2472815319865672446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2472815319865672446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/12/haza-min-fadli-robbi.html' title='haza min fadli robbi'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-6189622711196075523</id><published>2011-12-28T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:00:21.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still</title><content type='html'>Decided to take a short nap after 2 hours doing the 28 page report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt having long conversation with her. it felt so real. deep inside, there's still her. i forced myself to move on. but feelings cant be forced. I believe Allah only allow me to talk with her in my dreams for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-6189622711196075523?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/6189622711196075523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/12/still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/6189622711196075523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/6189622711196075523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/12/still.html' title='still'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-5931499912510834424</id><published>2011-12-24T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T01:28:51.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shot to the heart</title><content type='html'>i realised my recent updates is like, mushy2. well lets cut that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, someone told me something that really shook my heart. some people out there said, "sp silat merepek"&lt;br /&gt;I was like, who the hell said that. but i kept cool and said maybe because last ivp we only sent 5 pesilat. no worries, next ivp we are going to show what sp silat is all about! go hard or home! i am all pumped up man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay next, there's only about 1 week left of holidays. darn. i have 3 reports to finish and i haven start it yet. its okay, 7 days is more than enough to finish up all the assignments. Already looking forward to the next holiday, and school term hasnt even started yet. few days back, i told my mother, "mak, malas ah nak blaja lagi. nak keje terus kahwin boleh tak" i was only joking to her. she didnt reply. and the next day, my uncle gave me a pep talk. hahah. confirm my mum told him. my father supported me and said, its my life, my choice. hehe. but they know i will choose the right choice. after getting my diploma, insyaAllah, i want to further my studies in Islamic institution. its my choice now. but first, after NS, i am going to save up money to fund my studies. after that, get a stable job. then, its marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marriage. i wonder how it would be in future. even getting a 3-room flat can cost more than 100k. maybe should find a life partner now and plan from now on how to survive in future. we can save up together and bid a HDB flat which can take up to a few years. also, open up a account for our children's saving in future for their education. walazmak. these are just some thoughts. to survive, we have to have faith in Allah. for He is All-Knowing. Do everything for the sake of Allah s.w.t and insyaAllah, our life will be guided by Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. today, i asked her a simple question, "lepas ni nak gi mane" and she couldnt even answered that. maybe its personal, or maybe she just dont want me to know whats happening in her life. its like " ko nak tau ape hal, sebok je" okay, i understand bro. i have to shut my mouth whenever i see her. its want she wants i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-5931499912510834424?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/5931499912510834424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/12/shot-to-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/5931499912510834424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/5931499912510834424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/12/shot-to-heart.html' title='shot to the heart'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-636777596957545151</id><published>2011-12-22T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T22:42:46.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sampai hati</title><content type='html'>theres something deep down in me, that i really want to tell someone but i just cant. its not about her. It about something else. about someone who really matters a lot to me. someone whom i believe, is the reason why i am me. its sinful to talk bad things about others. so i'll just keep it here safe in my thoughts. May Allah guide all of us, amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She. the more i think about it. the more i hate the fact that my heart chooses her. i mean, ever since i like her, everything seems wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i felt a deep sank in my heart, literally. the feeling of heartbreak. MOVE ON SHAFIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-636777596957545151?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/636777596957545151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/12/sampai-hati.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/636777596957545151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/636777596957545151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/12/sampai-hati.html' title='sampai hati'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-9041936770990434141</id><published>2011-12-19T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T00:18:32.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>timecheck</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah. Training camp is over. now its back to reports and all that stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its a whole different story when you are the person organising the camp. It takes courage and capability to be in the front. to be honest, i dont deserve to lead the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"camp commandant paling annoying"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly inside, i believe that my feelings for her is starting to fade. simply because, i tried to hard to be friends with her.its never easy to pluck up the courage and talk to her. but when i do. its just a whole different story. *snap*&lt;br /&gt;im gettin out of this fairytale illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, when i write something here, theres always gonna be somthing about her. it just shows how much i think of her when im alone. but the thing is, i can never do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, ignore this post. Assalamu'alaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-9041936770990434141?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/9041936770990434141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/12/timecheck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/9041936770990434141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/9041936770990434141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/12/timecheck.html' title='timecheck'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-2494020756663386500</id><published>2011-11-26T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T00:18:23.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So here it comes</title><content type='html'>and so, finally tomorrow is Mun'ish 3 Night cycling. everything seems going fine. Hopefully things go smoothly tomorrow, insyaAllah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so far, i've learnt lots of things from being part of the committee for this event. the way we communicate with people. the behaviour of certain people. but yea, i think i need to trust people more. i tend to do things myself cos i dont trust people. honestly, when i ask someone to do something, i would end up doing it myself. this have got to change. not all the time though. if i really trust the person, then its fine with me.&amp;nbsp;so yea, lets see how things go tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever. mayb i didnt seem genuine to her. i guess she's just like that. i dont know. when she said whatever, i forgot there's night cycling tomorrow at that moment. i just sat there, glued &amp;nbsp;to the punching bag. hah..mayb it was just me. staring into blank space doenst mean shes not okay, right? so yea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, i have other things to write. but, lets leave it to next time. till then, Assalamu'alaikum~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-2494020756663386500?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/2494020756663386500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-here-it-comes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2494020756663386500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2494020756663386500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-here-it-comes.html' title='So here it comes'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-4531225813333395380</id><published>2011-11-19T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:30:35.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep calm</title><content type='html'>Anymore task, and my head will go OVERLOAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a quite a heavy week. All the loading began last monday, after Night cycling meeting. It seems like I cant afford to make any mistake on that day. InsyaAllah..things will go well. Im not alone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my mind is all tangled up. which often makes me feel the urge to just leave all this things behind. &lt;i&gt;Ingatlah 5 perkara sebelum yang 5. &lt;/i&gt;lapang sebelum sempit. this is it. when there is nothing to do..i wanna do something. but when there's a lot of things to be done, i just feel like laying around ignore all these stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these negative thoughts. I should really cleanse my mind. to adapt myself to "overloading" situation and handle things one by one. &lt;i&gt;just keep calm and carry on. &lt;/i&gt;InsyaAllah..after all this task are done, Im gonna be away. After MST i guess. till then, Assalamu'alaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-4531225813333395380?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/4531225813333395380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/11/keep-calm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4531225813333395380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4531225813333395380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/11/keep-calm.html' title='keep calm'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-4785534810189566527</id><published>2011-11-11T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T00:20:43.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101111</title><content type='html'>Semalam, i dream. i dreamt the whole spsc team balik kampung. her kampung. then met her mother. haha. mimpi je.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today is 11/11/11. just another day man. yesterday was 10/11/11. her birthday. i felt bad enough for not getting her anything. just wished her. nah..its okay. I am just a friend. I&amp;nbsp;remembered on my 18th birthday, she didnt wished me. hah. i waited till 11:59pm on the 23rd june. tears actually appeared that night. just a few trickles. haha. kentalans. Its good to have tears sometimes. it cleanses your eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;birthday. when i was a kid. i didnt really look forward for birthdays.its just another day for me. i've never really experience, tearing a box of present and getting all hype up looking inside the wrapper. haha. sadist. not that i want to experience it..its just that, birthdays for me, is just getting a day older. but still, alhamdulillah i have fond memories of my birthdays for the past recent years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;maybe, this feelings cant go away. it stays, till it really wants to go away. till then, thank you for treating me the way you treat me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-4785534810189566527?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/4785534810189566527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/11/101111.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4785534810189566527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4785534810189566527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/11/101111.html' title='101111'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-4344056052870919898</id><published>2011-11-02T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T23:23:38.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>To be a good Muslim. To carry out our duty as a Muslim. Do good and bring others to do good too. to follow the sunnah. To uphold the right and prevent and avoid what is haram. Pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of us living on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: x-large; line-height: 62px;"&gt;وَمَا خَلَقۡتُ ٱلۡجِنَّ وَٱلۡإِنسَ إِلَّا لِيَعۡبُدُونِ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Arabic" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Arabic" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dan (ingatlah) Aku tidak menciptakan jin dan manusia melainkan untuk mereka menyembah dan beribadat kepadaKu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Arabic" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Arabic" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Surah adh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;-dhariyat, ayat 56&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Arabic" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Arabic" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-4344056052870919898?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/4344056052870919898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/11/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4344056052870919898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4344056052870919898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/11/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-3117771258480415730</id><published>2011-10-25T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T22:42:26.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hikayat semalam</title><content type='html'>finally get some time to settle down and really put aside all school stuffs since tommorow is holiday. hmm.. it has been a while since i visit my relatives, even though we live nearby. things has changed. ever since my late grandmother passed away..i begin to feel our ties drift apart. we're still close though, but not like it used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was in primary 3, i live in jurong and my school was at chua chu kang. i would wake up early in the morning, eager to ride with my father to the bus interchange. my father had no car, no motorcycle. just a normal bicycle with a seat at the back. i remembered last time we didnt had a water heater, and sitting at the back of the bicycle while the wind blowing onto the face early in the morning, was somehow, a thrilling experience. one of the reason why i love morning breeze, it always reminds me to &amp;nbsp;cherish what my father had gone through to raise me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes. since my grandmother lives in cck, i would go to her house after school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;my uncle lives with her. so i had cousins who were younger than me. everyday, i would play under the block with my cousins. all them were girls by the way. so we would play soccer, badminton and all that sports. after a hard day playing, we would go up. i have to wash up to get ready to back home at jurong. took 172. once reach bus interchange, amongs the crowd, i would see my father waiting for me with his bicycle..a ride back home..i missed those times :') so each day goes on like this till i was in primary 6..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day i remembered filled with tears. as i rush back to my grandmother house..hoping to meet my cousins and play a new game. but as i stepped into the house, i saw a figure wrapped up in white cloth, laying still. surrounded by familiar faces, weeping and staring into the ground in disbelief. it has been 5 years since she left us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..maybe i'll continue next time. till then, Assalamu'alaikum..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-2841680127790742758</id><published>2011-10-21T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T23:56:39.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week after</title><content type='html'>so it has been a week since school started. just a little something to share about my course. things are going pretty well. i kinda like all the modules this sem..except for one..biostatic or something. hopefully im geared up for this sem..Bismillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-7360973449226784825</id><published>2011-10-09T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:37:48.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yang tersirat</title><content type='html'>Imagine. imagine &amp;nbsp;the rain doesnt fall in droplets. it falls as a cloud. the world would be drenched. the paddy fields would be destroyed. the fruits farms vanished. Subhanallah. if we we were to count Allah's blessings, we wont be able to. for everything we have is all with His blessings. MasyaAllah..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somebody told me about the raindrops thingy. just the thought of that blessing from Allah, it just makes me feel so, sinful. cant deny that sometimes, the worldly things like working for money, meeting friends.. seems to take much more of my time then i spent on remembering Allah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i guess, it all comes down to niat. insyaAllah..never forget to ask Allah to proper our niat in everything we do. when working, maybe our niat could be, we want to ease the burden of our family, or help those around us who are in need. when meeting friends..we could place our niat as to increase our faith towards Allah by practising good moral values as showed by our prophet, Muhammad s.a.w. saying the salam, smile..doing dakwah. insyaAllah..with His guidance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a reminder, specially to myself..Assalamu'alaikum readers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-7360973449226784825?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/7360973449226784825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/10/yang-tersirat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7360973449226784825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7360973449226784825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/10/yang-tersirat.html' title='yang tersirat'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-8792879076041209892</id><published>2011-10-08T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:54:57.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garrett</title><content type='html'>maybe the title doesnt suit what im gonna post today. its just that i just munched on a packet of garret popcorn and now my jaws are quite tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i guess it went okay. i had more to say, but it just didnt came to words. but at least, i said what i wanted to say. which is for us not to be strangers. i hear and i know now. i guess what she wants is for me to move on and treat her as a friend. i am treating her as a friend. its just that, sometimes my feelings get in the way. i understand. for somebody who came from an all-girl school, coming to poly is a big change. having to adapt to a school environment where there is, guys. so im not alone. she treats the others the same way too i guess. if i would knew better, i should have not look into that eyes during that moment i fell for you. for, i troubled our relationship as a friend. now, the whole spsc knows. but who cares. like she said..let them with their comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above all, i truly appreciate her agreeing to meet up. i nvr thought she would want to. hah..she wanted her friend to accompany her actually. but yea. Im not into relationshiops now. just hoping to meet somebody, whom i can share my stories with, who is there when everything else fails. maybe its her, maybe its somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never to forget, our Creator, Allah s.w.t In our chase for dunia, we tend to forget that we have doa as a weapon. we have Allah who always looks after upon us. InsyaAllah..from now on, things will change. 3 more semester to go. The diploma, thats our main aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;thanks once again haziqah. I thank Allah for meeting me with you. for, you showed me that, its just not the time to be in a relationship and all. thanks for ignoring me. seriously. hah..why im writing this when shes not reading my blog. nah..its just what in my head, i write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all. Assalamu'alaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-8792879076041209892?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/8792879076041209892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/10/garrett.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/8792879076041209892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/8792879076041209892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/10/garrett.html' title='Garrett'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-2595897306335335637</id><published>2011-10-04T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:48:49.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimi</title><content type='html'>it has been two days since i saw mimi. the last time i saw her, she followed me halfway to the market. wonder where she could have gone to :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi is my neighbourhood cat anyway. always follow me to the doorstep when i reach home. the she would "meow" for food. it gives me a sense of comfort whenever i feed her. haish..hope she return pretty soon. amin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..two more weeks and school reopens. till then, im gonna make use of this remaining holiday. enjoy! chey..and of course go for classes and all insyaAllah. hey, i feel kinda great this pass few days..alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know what else to write..maybe cos im sleepy. cant wait for this wed's training :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assalamua'ailakum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-2595897306335335637?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/2595897306335335637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/10/mimi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2595897306335335637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2595897306335335637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/10/mimi.html' title='Mimi'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-2205904898149066253</id><published>2011-10-02T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T00:58:31.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September ends</title><content type='html'>We can never safely say, &lt;i&gt;things will change tomorrow&lt;/i&gt;. sometimes, change does not happen. sometimes it happens. for the good or for the worst. we always hope for the good, but Allah always has a better plan for us. &amp;nbsp;I truly believe that if my plan goes smooth, its all because of Allah's willing. if my plan fails, Allah has planned something greater, maybe not now, but later.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe my statement above may seem, yea, normal for &amp;nbsp;people to say. but if we were to really understand and appreciate it, we would'nt be so caught up with life. all those sadness and misery. those guilt and unhappiness. have you ever wondered why some people can smile even at their worst. i believe, they see the good thing in life. for, we should never stop smiling while we still can.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe we have'nt seen it yet. maybe we have. those who were smiling with us and were among us eating and chatting. now, no more. they have left us. maybe we were remorseful or saddened by their absence. but after a while, we tend too forget. we tend to take life for granted and live as if we are gonna live forever. for syaitan is our true enemy. Never forget to ask Allah for forgiveness&lt;i&gt; everyday&lt;/i&gt;. we can never run from doing sins. &lt;i&gt;Allah maha pengampun lagi maha penyayang.&lt;/i&gt; never fall for the trap of syaitan which whispers to our heart, to keep on doing sins till we grow old then we are gonna taubat and syaitan make us believe that we are going to live till that &amp;nbsp;day to ask Allah for forgiveness. we can never be assure that we are gonna be alive tomorrow. we can never know if we are gonna live till the day we are going to ask Allah for forgiveness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a reminder specially to myself and also to all of us..May Allah bless us with His forgiveness. amin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamu'alaikum.&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/5291172710422068243-2205904898149066253?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/2205904898149066253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/10/september-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2205904898149066253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2205904898149066253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/10/september-ends.html' title='September ends'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-2884404444307383349</id><published>2011-09-30T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T00:19:07.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bukan niat ku</title><content type='html'>I can never say enough of how wonderful it would be if i had a great brother. lets just say, im rather&amp;nbsp;mesmerized&amp;nbsp;and &amp;nbsp;clueless on how siblings can be so close. its clear that im not in good terms with my brother. he's just, so ugh. even though i try to be nice with him, it would end up differently somehow. every single word he lets out just seems to make me feel irritated or feel annoyed. i dont know. maybe its just me. i just gave him a rude remark just now. He asked me not to set the alarm at 530 am in the morning. i just told him to "diam la" and the next few conversation..i shall not reveal it here. but..haish. not my intention to hurt anyone.&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/5291172710422068243-2884404444307383349?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/2884404444307383349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/09/bukan-niat-ku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2884404444307383349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2884404444307383349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/09/bukan-niat-ku.html' title='bukan niat ku'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-7057490803266335618</id><published>2011-09-27T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:17:28.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harga selautan syukurku</title><content type='html'>Hanyalah setitis nikmatMu di bumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku mula sedar yang..cinta telah melalaikan diriku. apa la sangat erti cinta. biarlah..When the time comes, i will be with the right person..amin :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-7057490803266335618?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/7057490803266335618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/09/harga-selautan-syukurku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7057490803266335618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7057490803266335618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/09/harga-selautan-syukurku.html' title='harga selautan syukurku'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-3414922221909484402</id><published>2011-09-25T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T01:27:47.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its just me</title><content type='html'>we're like strangers. haish. can i just make myself disappear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-3414922221909484402?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/3414922221909484402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-just-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3414922221909484402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3414922221909484402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-just-me.html' title='its just me'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-6487168186128389242</id><published>2011-09-17T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T00:20:19.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101</title><content type='html'>didnt realise i had over 100 post till today. i guess no one comes here anymore. if you do, just leave some comments on the chatbox orite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes. yesterday was great. Raya outing with fellow classmates. had two raya outing previously. was awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually felt nervous that my friends are coming over to my house. my mum was not at home. i wanted them to feel comfortable and treat them well in my house. so yea..since my mum's not cooking. i became the cook! first time cooking for guests. got the recipe from my friend's mum. it turned out quite well..just a lil too dry. just a sum up of what happened yesterday. we started of at around 1230pm and we finish off the guy's house first at the west. then we arrived at the east at around 8+? fortunately some two of our chinese friends could drive and was very kind to provide us with the transportation. thanks alot guys :) so yea..we actually ended the whole outing at around 130am? &amp;nbsp;hahaa..i was shock myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pPPl30Io9pQ/TnN29qsS5aI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bDAevBk-R98/s1600/313622_10150318493343189_626333188_8024263_1663762203_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pPPl30Io9pQ/TnN29qsS5aI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bDAevBk-R98/s320/313622_10150318493343189_626333188_8024263_1663762203_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she proved me wrong. i thought she would'nt came. i cant sleep the night before..thinking about whats going to happen the next day. not about what to wear or how to cook. &lt;i&gt;about seeing her after so long of not seeing her. &lt;/i&gt;so i just smiled at her. asking random questions. the same smirk she she replies my question :/ i just dont know what else i can do. sometimes i feel so pathetic. sometimes i feel like giving up. but its just so hard to give up these feelings you know. i may look normal when talking in front of her, but when she replies with that smirk, i just...feel so numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I dont understand why destiny allowed some people to meet when there's no way for them to be together" &lt;/i&gt;- tumblr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiseybedah. i guess she really wants to show me that, she doesnt like me liking her. i understand. for that, i respect her as a person and i will try hard not to let out these feelings. slowly but surely. thats all folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamu'alaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-6487168186128389242?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/6487168186128389242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/09/101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/6487168186128389242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/6487168186128389242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/09/101.html' title='101'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pPPl30Io9pQ/TnN29qsS5aI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bDAevBk-R98/s72-c/313622_10150318493343189_626333188_8024263_1663762203_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-7098910449981432009</id><published>2011-09-09T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:25:27.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>andaikumenjadipelangi</title><content type='html'>sudikah engkau menjadi awannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish. its too late to turn back time. whats done is done.&amp;nbsp;I've&amp;nbsp;made wrong moves, did stupid things that somehow made you 'afraid' of me. i&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;that only after my friend told me. you know, when someone is in love, he sees nothing. he sees nothing that is wrong or weird. when actually what he's doing is all wrong and weird. in a sense, people who are not in love will not normally do. get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that long journey just to get what she wants. the long wait just to see that face. that sacrifice just to see that smile. its all somehow, stupid. for now it is. &amp;nbsp;what for? all that effort if the person&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;like you. people will tell the most obvious thing to do. forget her. move on you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but someone told me a different answer. tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should? maybe i should not. i am afraid things will change. we might not look at each other again. we will not talk to each other again.&amp;nbsp;awkward. but its true what my friend said. if im just gonna keep all this feelings inside, i'll never really know whats going on. the feelings gonna kill me inside. but&amp;nbsp;there's&amp;nbsp;this thing that keeps me from telling her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from the awkwardness. i know, its not right to tell what i feel. maybe i'll just act normal. like as if nothing is happening in me.&lt;i&gt; im trying hard to fight these feelings&lt;/i&gt;. maybe, someday, things will change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Allah knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamu'alaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-7098910449981432009?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/7098910449981432009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/09/andaikumenjadipelangi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7098910449981432009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7098910449981432009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/09/andaikumenjadipelangi.html' title='andaikumenjadipelangi'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-2350281634110439126</id><published>2011-06-01T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T21:26:34.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Affectionate</title><content type='html'>Its true what my friend said. I am an affectionate person. i tend to be too close too people. close in terms of emotions. i am easily hurt by comments by someone who i see as my close friends. I cant handle direct remarks well. so yea. i just got a direct remark from my friend just now. now i feel so shitty. feels like giving up silat. but yes, i shouldnt be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-2350281634110439126?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/2350281634110439126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/06/affectionate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2350281634110439126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2350281634110439126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/06/affectionate.html' title='Affectionate'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-7632068754521369422</id><published>2011-05-24T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:53:24.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Everytime i recite the iqamat, i just wish you would join to solat. everytime i read aloud the surah, i just wish you could realise that im reciting the words of Allah. everytime i sujud, i pray He would open your heart so that you would sujud to Him too. As each day pass, my heart sinks when you ignore the azan. it seems like everyday is a normal day for you without performing the solah. there's nothing more i can do..hope you'd be given the hidayah before your last breathe. Amin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-7632068754521369422?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/7632068754521369422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/05/everytime-i-recite-iqamat-i-just-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7632068754521369422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7632068754521369422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/05/everytime-i-recite-iqamat-i-just-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-9091307286299232550</id><published>2011-05-23T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:00:21.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never stop while you still can</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, for everything that i have right now. My parents, friends, health, food. we can never be thankful enough. I just hope Allah s.w.t would give me the guidance to make full use of all His blessings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it has been a long time since i update. about the previous post, haha..forget about it. i've begin to realise that  if i continue being like that, nothing is gonna change. i'll just leave it to as it is. sometimes its best to wait. good things comes with patience..right friends? so now..im back to normal again, insyaAllah. and yea, lots of things had happened this month. so much to say but maybe i'll just share the main ones :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last saturday, SP silat club just held its inaugural Keris Kuasa. where the contributions of ex-committee is being commended and new committe is introduced. had a great time helping out with the event. it was pouring when we were setting up the venue. such memories..never will i forget. the food was superb, first time i saw GIRLS eating 4 dulang of briyani. ish3..dasyhat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh ya..i just joined a perguruan! my cikgu ngaji invited me to join for the first training. i felt welcomed and eventually i joined the club. they just had the trials for the coming PSK competition. i just tried out for the trials and alhamdulillah i won the first match but lost the second. they have yet to announced who is chosen for the competition. i dunno.. i dun mind if im not chosen..cause trainings will double if i were chosen. time time time. i really need to manage my time properly. the reason why i join the club is, i have grown this passion for silat. its not just about the spar and all, but its the art. An art we should never take granted for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, Im trying to find out who i am as a person. Before i could judge others, i should always remind myself that i am a nobody in people's eye. sorry if i've been away or not there most of the time. I want to spend time with myself. sounds weird..but yea. thank you for reading. Assalamu'alaikum :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-9091307286299232550?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/9091307286299232550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/05/never-stop-while-you-still-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/9091307286299232550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/9091307286299232550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/05/never-stop-while-you-still-can.html' title='Never stop while you still can'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-3465656820696025405</id><published>2011-04-14T07:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:20:53.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tugas seorang Muslim</title><content type='html'>InsyaAllah im writing this post to widen our mind. heard this from the morning tazkirah at TV1. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are fortunate to born as a Muslim. but what bout those who are not? is it our responsibility to carry out dakwah and lead them to the righteous way? the ustaz said, in the past, the message from Allah to humans is through the rasul. Seorang Rasul itu diberi mandat oleh Allah s.w.t untuk menyampaikan risalah2 islam kepada umat manusia. Rasul yang terakhir, Nabi Muhammad s.a.w telah pun melakukan tugasnya untuk menyebarkan islam di bumi ini. tetapi sekarang ini, Nabi Muhammad s.a.w sudah pun meninggalkan kami, yang tinggal hanyalah sunnah dan Al Quran yang menjadi pedoman hidup kami. siapakah yang bertanggungjawab untuk menyambungkan dakwah untuk menyebarkan islam di seluruh pelusuk bumi? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ustaz tu pon memberi suatu perumpamaan. Ada seorang kaya yang mempunyai seorang tukang kebun. tukang kebun ini diberikan 5 tugas oleh orang kaya ni. tugas-tugasnya adalah untuk menjaga tumbuhan di kebun, menjaga halaman kebun, menjaga kenderaan, menjaga binatang peliharaan org kaya itu dan yang terakhir menjaga pintu masuk rumah org kaya itu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi, suatu hari, org kaya ni pergi bersia-sia. orang kaya ni mempunyai seorang anak yang masih kecil. budak kecil itu ditinggalkan di rumah. bosan, budak kecil pun berlari ke halaman rumah itu. tanpa diketahui, di halaman itu ada sebuah lubang besar yang penuh dengan air. budak kecil lari ke taman dalam keseronokan. tukang kebun tadi sedang di halaman dan nmpk budak kecil sedang menuju ke dalam lubang itu, tetapi tukang kebun ni..tidak mengambil tahu dan terus sahaja membuat tugasnya. dia tidak memberi amaran kepada budak kecil itu. lantas, budak kecil itu terjerumus dan tenggelam di dalam lubang besar yang penuh dgn air itu. tukang kebun in buat tidak tahu, dan tidak menyelamatkan budak, terus sahaja membuat tugasnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Org kaya itu pulang. dia mencari anaknya di dalam rumah tapi tiada. die pun pergi ke halaman dan terkejut melihat jasad anaknya di dalam lubang besar itu tidak bernyawa. dia mengangkat anaknya keluar dan tanya kepada tukang kebun sama ada tukang nmpk kejadian ini berlaku. tukan kebun itu pun mengatakan, ia dia nampak segalanya. org kaya itu pon tanya, kenapa kau tidak memberi amaran kepada anakku? tukang kebun itu pon katakan, itu bukan tugasku. tugasku hanyalah 5, iaitu  menjaga tumbuhan di kebun, menjaga halaman kebun, menjaga kenderaan, menjaga binatang peliharaan kamu dan yang terakhir menjaga pintu masuk rumah kamu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;itu lah cerita yang dikongsi ustaz tadi. renungkanlah cerita ni. apakah kita sama seperti tukang kebun ini? adakah cukup sebagai seorang Muslim sekadar mengucapkan dua kalimah, mendirikan solat lima waktu, memberi zakat, berpuasa pada bulan ramadhan dan menunaikan haji? ayuhlah kte menyebarkan keindahan islam kepada kawan2 kami yang bukan islam dengan mengikut sunnah Nabi Muhammad s.a.w, mencontohi akhlaknya yang mulia. inginkah kte melihat kawan kami yang bukan islam terjerumus ke dalam neraka sedangkan kami masih ade peluang utk melangkah ke syurga. syurga itu bukanlah hanya untuk kami..wallahualam bisawab..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;harap post ini bermanfaat ye..assalamualaikum wr wb :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-3465656820696025405?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/3465656820696025405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/04/tugas-seorang-muslim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3465656820696025405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3465656820696025405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/04/tugas-seorang-muslim.html' title='Tugas seorang Muslim'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-5136409810824485410</id><published>2011-04-12T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:30:10.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kisah si majnun</title><content type='html'>Its 1 am, 12th april. hanis have just reached singapore. Iqbal just got back from hospital today. Alhamdulillah. and life goes on as usual.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be asleep right now. but i just cant. she's in my head. waiting  for her to reply to the fb msg. its not that im busybody and being an irritant and want to know whats happening around you 24/7. its just that, im afraid that something bad happen to you. all i can say is, i really care for you. today, the feeling of you not there at training just sucks. knowingly you are there somewhere 100+ km away from spore. i know we are not couples or whatsoever for me to care for you so much. but then... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so sucky this pass few days. little things hurt me so much. those comments that usually goes in left and goes out left seems to go in and straight to heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i'll wake up tmr morning and think why the hell did i post something like this. because it made my night today bearable. goodnight world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-5136409810824485410?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/5136409810824485410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/04/kisah-si-majnun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/5136409810824485410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/5136409810824485410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/04/kisah-si-majnun.html' title='kisah si majnun'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-3015215042201597898</id><published>2011-04-07T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:58:50.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insan yang bernama ayah</title><content type='html'>it is thursday. the day which im usually clueless on what to do. as a matter of fact, my thursday are usually spent at home, slacking around and read whatever books i can read. would wait for my mum to get back home at 4 and by that time i would be famished and indulge on whatever she brings back home. however, today her business went quite well so there was no food for me. oh well, she asked to buy something from the coffee shop at block 26. so i bought myself western food. she wanted to have rojak and my dad wanted fried kway teow. so yea, hungry in the morning, full by the afternoon. Alhamdulillah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes. did you guys read the new paper on wed? about the toddler who got into comma because his father did not came home for months. how sad. i really wish his dad would come home for the sake of the kid. how selfish can one be. so young and he has to feel all this. the feeling of emptiness in life and how sorrow life can be, even us young adults could'nt withstand the feeling of losing someone so precious. let alone a 1 year old kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, the family that u see in that picture with the mum and 4 kids surrounding her, is closely related to me. and i love each and every one of them. i miss them :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ya Allah, yang maha kaya lagi maha kasih dan penyayang. berikanlah petunjuk kepada ayah Shah Rifqi untuk bertemu kembali bersama anaknya. rahmatilah keluarga Nurashikin bersama lima anaknya yang lain. shahirah, syakilah, syafi, saifulah dan irfan. sesungguhnya tiada daya dan upaya tanpa keizinanMu ya Allah. amin. :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-3015215042201597898?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/3015215042201597898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/04/insan-yang-bernama-ayah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3015215042201597898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3015215042201597898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/04/insan-yang-bernama-ayah.html' title='insan yang bernama ayah'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-3760422666811839482</id><published>2011-03-29T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T18:53:47.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than just a fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Na9ihSWJScs/TZG2Y_GSUCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JJIaBSptUd8/s1600/tend.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: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Na9ihSWJScs/TZG2Y_GSUCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JJIaBSptUd8/s320/tend.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589449152914411554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have tasted the lil sweet taste of victory as well as the bitterness of a defeat. all I can say is, i have learnt so much from the recent ivp. though i lost, its not the end of the road for me. in fact, the flame in me just got stronger. im hungry for victory now. InsyaAllah Sp Open..i can participate and bring glory for sp :) &lt;/span&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;and friends who came to support, words is not enough to show my appreciation. love you guys to the max! muacks! :)&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;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;actually lots of things to share, but today i cant seem to write it here. maybe next time..good day friends ;)&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/5291172710422068243-3760422666811839482?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/3760422666811839482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-than-just-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3760422666811839482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3760422666811839482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-than-just-fight.html' title='more than just a fight'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Na9ihSWJScs/TZG2Y_GSUCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JJIaBSptUd8/s72-c/tend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-4755614257476976629</id><published>2011-03-15T18:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:22:15.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oreo Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rn9va2h6zYA/TYXj3xbB5TI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nIOXGNzWhTU/s1600/19959_1311386258462_1044781428_978312_1013470_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rn9va2h6zYA/TYXj3xbB5TI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nIOXGNzWhTU/s320/19959_1311386258462_1044781428_978312_1013470_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586121460121986354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you love it when the auntie makes a perfect ice blend for you? smoothie taste with no ice still not crushed and just the right amount of water and flavouring added :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a great morning. woke up fresh after a tiring day yesterday. accompanied my mum to geylang and had our breakfast. suddenly i had craving for sup tulang. i just to told my mum, "mak, ade feeling2 tulang uh mak." then she came back with a plate of tulang. woohoo! love her very strong :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday was my last friendly with Millenia Institute before the coming IVP NEXT WEEK! nervous wreck i am. i wasnt suppose to spar yesterday, but i persisted and kept on pestering my coach to allow me to fight. In the end, he let me. i was intimidated by my opponent this time, cause he had a singapore logo on his right arm! i was sparring against a national pesilat yaw. he just proved me how inferior i am. he gave me one hard kick and i flew across the ring. haha. its okay, im making this as a motivation to improve myself..yea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;picture above is during the post o-level holidays where i worked at BaliThai ION. how i miss those balithai days....&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;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-4755614257476976629?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/4755614257476976629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/03/oreo-crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4755614257476976629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4755614257476976629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/03/oreo-crush.html' title='Oreo Crush'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rn9va2h6zYA/TYXj3xbB5TI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nIOXGNzWhTU/s72-c/19959_1311386258462_1044781428_978312_1013470_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-9049399782632934553</id><published>2011-03-05T21:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T23:37:29.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMagRcMdjVw/TXJHjEScvnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lk-2qRkfAY0/s1600/Picture0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMagRcMdjVw/TXJHjEScvnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lk-2qRkfAY0/s320/Picture0022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580601556037582450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its already March. exams are over for year 1. holiday is here. and, there are so many things coming up this month. there's many things i want to let out here. from school, to friends to cca to friendships.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School. Exams were over before i knew it. all was rather okay except for maths. i did'nt dare to share my answers while my friends were asking around whats their answer after the paper was collected. oh well, i did my best, i think. hoping i'll maintain my GPA and start strong in year 2, amin. hmm..about silat. yesterday was the first training since the long disapperance due to exam. and i was beaten down to the ground. i mean, my stamina were not what it used to be. i was panting and puffing like as if i've just completed 2 hours of marathon. so, IVP is in end-march. IVP is Intra-Varsity Polytechnic btw. SP only sent 5 pesilat this year, and im one of them. yeaa..this month is gonna be training like never before, cos i wanna bring glory for SP! insyaAllah. and one more thing, today i had my first committee meeting for silat. i was appointed as the vice-president. Quite a heavy responsibilty now. hope i can carry out my duties well, amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends. it has been a long time since we meet and go out together guys. Hanis, it seems like we always meet in the mosque. its a blessing in disguise i hope. u dont know how i've been longing to meet you my friend. so this holiday, lets make full use of it and go out someday together okay Faizul Hanis and Rafie. love you guys ttm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay..i think thats about it. theres gonna be kompang plus nasyid tomorrow..woo. my first time bebeh. anw, above is my beloved nephew :D have a nice day peeps :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-9049399782632934553?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/9049399782632934553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/03/march.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/9049399782632934553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/9049399782632934553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/03/march.html' title='March'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMagRcMdjVw/TXJHjEScvnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lk-2qRkfAY0/s72-c/Picture0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-2836226491429060957</id><published>2011-02-19T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T01:00:55.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chao</title><content type='html'>chao. means hello in vietnam. haha..think so, thats what google said. so it has been 4 days hanis since hanis left for Vietnam. without doubt, even though we dont usually me around this time, his absence here in singapore is truly felt. hope ur doing fine there Hanis. come back soon and we'll meet up and im gonna hug you once again ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, exam week starting next week. only two weeks of hard studying then year 1 is over. i just want to clear math and chem fast because its nerve wrecking thinking about the possibility that i would'nt do well for the papers. and, after exams, its hardcore training for the coming IVP end of march. just a short post here..having neck pains doesnt help during exam preparation. whatever it is, its all up to Allah's willing. good day friends :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-2836226491429060957?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/2836226491429060957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/02/chao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2836226491429060957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2836226491429060957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/02/chao.html' 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alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572072619966834818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like in a race and im almost there at the finishing line for this race. its the final push to the end. projects and presentation are over and done with. the final push is exams which is coming in about 1 week time. you know in a race, usually people get exhausted at the end. breathing like mad to get hold of a breathe. well..im not in that dire state..yet! oh well..i just got back chemistry test result and it is somehow expected as i was not ready for the test. but guess what? it only motivates me to do better in exams. hopefully, just maybe, InsyaAllah i will! do well in exams and go thru to 2nd year with gpa higher than 3.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha..above is just to make me more motivated to study harder for exams. finally get to catch a break after the last 3 days of rushing for datelines. well..presentation today went quite smooth. except for my pekat malay accent that somehow made my english sounds weird sometimes. haha..what to do, i speak malay most of the time. honestly, malay speaking slang, i just wish they could just keep their mouth shut cos its irritating. yeaa..thats what i feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay..silat. one of the reason why i didnt do well for the last chemistry test. hah.its one day before test and i happily went for training. nah..no regrets. its only a small class quiz. so there's friendly with NTU this coming saturday.  and im counting the hours for that day to arrive. cant wait to have friendly again. the last friendly was with SIM and well...i won my match! actually..i won both my match. the first match, i accidentally dislocate somebody's knee. i feel very very sorry for that. its has been about 3 weeks..i hope the guy is walking normally now. yeaa..i hope no accidents will happen this coming saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since i have time, i'll just post something more. okay, it has been a long time since i wrote about this. relationship. let me be open about this okay..there's this girl. she is cute. she is always cheerful. she never fails to make me smile alone. yep..signs of me having a crush. i hope now its more than a crush. i dont think its a crush. yea..love is blind. hopefully, she's the one cos i cant bear fall in love with another. heh..gatal! its normal okay..you feel it, i feel it. dont vomit or anything k. i think thats about it. hope u guys are in good health and dont forget to wash ur leg before sleep! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-8499583743772859641?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/8499583743772859641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TVP6hpfNqII/AAAAAAAAAJs/X3hUB8He9xw/s72-c/sh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-2145419016599184459</id><published>2011-02-01T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:48:32.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have faith</title><content type='html'>I find myself rather sensitive when it comes to issue that involve me as someone who is not valued. to put it simply, i dont like to feel discarded, left out or not appreciated. yea thats me. when that happens, i feel mad, i feel rejected, suddenly i feel alone, even though there is classroom full of friends. i guess everyone wants to be appreciated. but to a certain extent, you cant expect that all the time. sometimes, its best to feel this way, that is, feeling lonely. yknow why? because it makes you realize that, nobody gonna stay with you forever. in some point of your life, u are gonna be alone, for sure. everyone needs a time of  their o&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;wn.&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; font-size: 9.16667px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Believe in God. Trust nothing that is made of flesh, blood and bone"- &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;somebody in fb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5291172710422068243-2145419016599184459?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/2145419016599184459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/02/have-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2145419016599184459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2145419016599184459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/02/have-faith.html' title='have faith'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-1081226663341932864</id><published>2011-01-27T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T23:59:55.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>begin with an end in mind</title><content type='html'>long disappearance. well..school and assignments just cant get enough of me. part and parcel of life..*sigh*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny how when i really want to lose weight, i realize that i  do eat a lot. i want to lose at least 2 kg. and here i am, eating like as if i want to gain 5 kg! cant control my nafsu for eating you know. the reason why i want to lose weight? i need to be in class C for the coming silat competition. so that i can bully the class C people..muahaha! chey..like real only bully, actually most of the seniors and expert2 are in class D, which is my current class, if i dont lose weight, my chances of going to the competition is pretty2 low. so yea..still got 1 more week to lose weight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how my life would be in 10 years time. i'd be 27 yrs old. i want to have a car license, so that i can travel easily. i want to have a family by then. hmm..what job would i be working? life is unpredictable sometimes, well, most of the time. oh well..i just hope in 10 years time, my parents are still healthy, strong and smiling, my friends are still my friends, and i have a stable job insyaAllah. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-1081226663341932864?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/1081226663341932864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/01/begin-with-end-in-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1081226663341932864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1081226663341932864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/01/begin-with-end-in-mind.html' title='begin with an end in mind'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-1161688097128336188</id><published>2011-01-09T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:29:59.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17</title><content type='html'>Im not good at talking with crowds i realize. you know when there's more than 20 pairs of eyes, that is 40 eyeballs, staring at you. your heart beats fast and words are coming out of your mouth but you are not sure what you are saying. to an untrained person like me, its pretty hard. well..it takes time to be perfect. it takes practice and im just doing that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silat. I've been closely attached to this newly-found sport for me. Never thought i'd be serious to train hard for competitions. well..here i am, going for every training, trying to perfect my kicks and punches. its not that i want to go out there and hurt people, its just that, the people in this team itself. the seniors, as a whole, i really admire them. its that unity you see in a team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm..i've not posted about my recent friendly match with Temasek poly. there's not much i could say, but i was pretty shocked to be named the "best pesilat" for that day. haha! i almost threw my handphone off because i really didnt expect to get that award and i was msg-ing when the captain was annoucing. it was a stepping stone for me.  im still amateur. theres still an ocean more things that i need to learn to really be known as best pesilat. whatever it is, i think im sticking to this sport and am gonna excel in it. do support me yea friends? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2213423e1ec9e481" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2213423e1ec9e481%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331236033%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DEC730516ECA395F54400E977D79A14D7E3C06D6.667D3A8BAFB8974C0829E9BD49031B7A2065F8B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2213423e1ec9e481%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB-4gWmN1R9X5-b8-jcU_X_PAo5M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2213423e1ec9e481%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331236033%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DEC730516ECA395F54400E977D79A14D7E3C06D6.667D3A8BAFB8974C0829E9BD49031B7A2065F8B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2213423e1ec9e481%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB-4gWmN1R9X5-b8-jcU_X_PAo5M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-1161688097128336188?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/1161688097128336188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/01/17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1161688097128336188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1161688097128336188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2011/01/17.html' title='17'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-7665525572407741485</id><published>2010-12-28T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T23:01:45.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, actually the pictures are supposed to be from the bottom to up. means the last picture should be on top and the top picture here with this guy here should be last. so yea..up to you la haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, its Hanis's 18th birthday! i had no idea what to get for him since i'm short of money. since i have lots of free time and enjoy cooking, why not bake for him something! so i decided to bake a chocolate cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had no idea how to start. so i decided to ask a friend for recipe. so she showed me this link to a webpage showing all the wonderful recipes. sounds easy to make and the ingredients are also quite okay..so i go ahead with it. i bought the ingredients in the afternoon and went for silat training. after training i started with the baking.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;okay now, read from the bottom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) hope you like the cake Hanis. i made it with tender loving care noe...hahah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, you're 18 now. legal to buy cigarettes but i would'nt want to see you buy one anyway :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could not have say more how much i care for you, but insyaAllah, our friendship last till my very last breathe, happy 18th birthday buddy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnxeLCh7oI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pkCSA63uIfk/s1600/Photo0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnxeLCh7oI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pkCSA63uIfk/s320/Photo0179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555737115999989378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnxd-KR8oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ReclhbOWqi4/s1600/Photo0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnxd-KR8oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ReclhbOWqi4/s320/Photo0178.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555737112542835330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7) wooo..my very first chocolate cake for a special someone on his next day of birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnxdUnCYsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TTIAWy8i-U8/s1600/Photo0176.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/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnxdUnCYsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TTIAWy8i-U8/s320/Photo0176.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555737101389161154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6) taadaa! haha..heres the baked cake! As you can see there are many holes because i checked on it for a few times. luckily it comes out nice chocolate colour and not black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnxdPz1qXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/L8X47GM-O_k/s1600/Photo0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnxdPz1qXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/L8X47GM-O_k/s320/Photo0172.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555737100100675954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnxc7z3cUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PD1E_DFb3mQ/s1600/Photo0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnxc7z3cUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PD1E_DFb3mQ/s320/Photo0170.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555737094732083522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5) heres the topping part. the thing that makes this cake nice! add in 1 tin of sweetened milk ( can add less if you scared tooo sweeet). add about 125 g of oil, any cooking oil, 1 tspn of vanilla essence, about 70g of cocoa powder and a lil bit of salt. put it into simmer under slow heat. slowly swirl the mix. dont let it for too long. if you hold your hand over the mix and its hot then its okay ordy can take out. dont wait until it boils, like me. luckily i mange to pour it out before the whole mix becomes chaotar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnw7izmocI/AAAAAAAAAI4/oXKHbcsVJUc/s1600/Photo0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnw7izmocI/AAAAAAAAAI4/oXKHbcsVJUc/s320/Photo0165.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555736521084412354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4) here's the result! add in about 200g of chilled water slowly. gently mix them. put in a tray which has been oiled. bake for about 60 mins at 170 dgree celsius. can check if already baked by poking a stick into the cake. if you pull the stick from the cake and there's some dough on the stick means its not cook yet. but if the stick comes out clean means it ready to be taken out of the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnw7Tpqj5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/lkGimuAb3_k/s1600/Photo0164.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/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnw7Tpqj5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/lkGimuAb3_k/s320/Photo0164.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555736517016194962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnw7Tpqj5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/lkGimuAb3_k/s1600/Photo0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3) this is the flour part. mix together  flour (230g), cocoa powder (64g) salt (1/2 tspn) bicarbonate soda (1 tspn) and baking powder (1 &amp;amp;1/2 tspn). after that, add in in this mixture of flour in the butter and sugar just now. put it slowly and slowly mix it together with a spatula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnw62ZbT9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/efG1FoYfX3M/s1600/Photo0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnw62ZbT9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/efG1FoYfX3M/s320/Photo0162.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555736509163458514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2)  so here it starts. put the butter(170g) in and next the castor sugar(400g) then let the butter soften first. mix it well with a mixer preferably. after the butter and sugar is evenly mixed, add in the eggs, one by one. only 3 eggs is used. after that, add in the nescafe ( 1 tspn) chocolate paste (1 tspn), vanilla essence ( 1 tspn) and also 1 tspn of hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnw6jm26zI/AAAAAAAAAIg/g4dgTpX5xCI/s1600/Photo0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnw6jm26zI/AAAAAAAAAIg/g4dgTpX5xCI/s320/Photo0161.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555736504119520050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnw5n2nWoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lIfQ-yS7TL4/s1600/Photo0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnw5n2nWoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lIfQ-yS7TL4/s1600/Photo0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnw5n2nWoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lIfQ-yS7TL4/s320/Photo0160.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555736488079481474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1) so first, this is all the ingredients. eggs, a packet of cocoa powder, castor sugar, flour, baking powder, bicarbonate of soda, chocolate paste, vanilla essence, sweetened milk and Nescafe. woo..you can subsitute nescafe with milo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-7665525572407741485?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/7665525572407741485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/12/birthday-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7665525572407741485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7665525572407741485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/12/birthday-boy.html' title='birthday boy'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TRnxeLCh7oI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pkCSA63uIfk/s72-c/Photo0179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-3513775450267700978</id><published>2010-12-23T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:39:15.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>its already 23rd Dec 2010, time really flies this year. its gonna be 2011 soon. but that doesnt make a difference right? im still me, you are still my friend, and im still alive and kicking!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well..i still remembered how i started 2010. were at marina square with hanis waiting for the fireworks. stumbled upon shaifful and the gang. Kak Ina ( balithai's manager) called me and were crying on the phone because of her friend. hanis and me did not know what to do but just listen to her talking..haha. yeaa..our first phrase for 2010 was &lt;i&gt;" La haula wala quwatta Illah billah."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess there is blessings to that phrase. for this year, i really had many wonderful memories in bringing me closer to Him. met many new friends whom is not the usual..you know..those teenagers whom wear jubahs to school and masjid. not saying that wearing jubah means you are good..but its their courage to show people the beauty of Islam. this year also i started on Quran..one of the things that i really am grateful for. insyaAllah in 2011..things would be as wonderful as 2010. for all i know..2010 wouldnt be 2010 if it werent for my family and beloved friends, Hanis, Faizul, Rafie, Ya'qub. though i may not be a good companion, but rest assured, you guys really means a lot in my life :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till then, im sick of ducks and take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-3513775450267700978?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/3513775450267700978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/12/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3513775450267700978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3513775450267700978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/12/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-3743929086213041977</id><published>2010-12-18T00:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T01:26:54.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training camp</title><content type='html'>An awesome camp i would say. though our limits were tested, i really benefited from the 4 days 3 night silat camp in sp. now im back home, all the aches and bruises reminds me of the"fun" i had during the camp.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea..it was great to see almost all the year ones attended the camp. bonds were strengthened, shared knowledge and just appreciate each other's presence. so day 1 was okay. we started off with learning new moves by coach wandi. he thought the 5 techniques which can be used during a fight. so i grabbed a patner. we applied the 5 techniques with a padding. unfortunately, on the first day of camp, i had a muscle pull on my right groin. i was not able to lift my right leg up. limping throughout the camp. i took that as a challenge and just continued my kicks with my left leg. so it was day 1 and 1st injury.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day 2. i would say day 2 is torturous day throughout the camp. we assembled at 6am in the mussolah. by 630, everyone were suppossed to gather at the carpark. it was time for PT. morning physical training. man..we were still tired from the first day training. some of us were late to assemble, mostly the guys. so we got a punishment. yea..PT started with a jog around SP. you know..sp is big. i think we jogged more than 3 km that morning. plus the few more rounds in the stadium. after that we had a light breakfast. that it was back to training. this time, lead by coach himself. it was this training that really took almost everything out of me. physical training, doing push up and all that. still having the aches. after that, we had our lunch, after lunch it was back to training. we recap all the moves that we have learned throughout our training since we entere&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;d sp silat. after a short break, we headed for the sports hall where we learnt a new move, called guntingan.the awesomest move i've ever seen. then at night, we learned the rules and regulation in silat competition. after it was lights off. second night was totally diff from the first night. this time, all slept soundly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;3rd day. i would say it was quite relax. though we still had morning PT. but after that, we had breakfast and it was free and easy till lunch. after lunch we started with training session. luckily it did not involve any sweat. we learnt how wear a benkung/sabuk. it is the white sash around a pesilat's waist. there will be a " ceremony" during the last day of camp were all the yr one who attended the camp will receive the sash presented by the coach. we have to wear it front of the coach himself.one rule to take note, the sash cant touch the ground, and it is really long. so we have to be careful when wrapping it around our waist. after this session, we resumed with normal training. it was time to refine our kicks and punches as for preparation for the next day's "mini IVP" where the randomly selected seniors will face off with the juniors. that's the highlight for day 3 i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;Last day. it was an exciting and nerve wrecking day as well. today is the day we will prove to the coach and other pesilat what we can do. to cut story short, we headed to the sports hall at 12. the mats were set, the sash were neatly wrapped around my waist. it was time for the sparring session. my opponent was SP silat's president, Mus. man..it was an honour to have a spar with him. the nervousness upon reaching my turn, only God knows. so my friend help me to put on the vest. so i stepped into the ring. i didnt know how to do the steps to enter the middle ring. so i just make straight walk into the ring while my opponent was almost like dancing into the middle ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;"Mulai!" shouted the wasir. and so starts the match. i quickly aimed for a punch. and then a kick. i knew he played easy on me. so i decided to do a sapuan. he easily dodge it. the he gave a direct kick into my stomach. senak dok..but i just kept my cool. he gave me a sapuan. guess what..i not only dodge it..i jumped over him! haha. i heard some of them saying " mcm spiderman sia!" hahah! of course there was cheering and all. then he sapu me again and again i jump over him! i myself couldnt believe i did that. after that, i gave him a flying tojang. fusshh..it hit his chest. i felt so great after that. haha. i could'nt really remember the whole match. what i know is that, during the second round, i was exhausted. "Ti!" and the match stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;to my surprise, there was another match arranged for me. i was up against....the coach himself! omg..i tried to back out. but its worth trying. with my injured groin, i just push myself to face the coach. after many match pass..it time for the last match. the last match was between me and coach wandi. my friends were telling me, just act as if he is like others. that helps. i entered the ring once again. this time, more confident. i again started with a punch. it was hit and run. punch and run away. at one moment he gave me a kick. i tried to catch but it was too fast. the seniors told me forget about catching his leg. i was not taking that. on his next kick, i manage to grab hold of his leg, but did'nt get to make him fall down. everyone was cheering loudly. so i waoted for his next kick like a hungry eagle. "snapped!" i caught his leg again. this time i tried so hard to kick of his supporting leg. "bam!" he fell. everyone cheered for that fall. i was so happy at that moment. i didnt know what to do. i just smiled and bow at he spectators to show i really appreciate their support. there was a boost in my morale. i made him fall down once again after that :')  at one moment, i saw him sitting on the ring cause i pull his leg just after the wasir say stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;I guess this is the story of my memorable training camp. truly, i cherish every moment of it. in time to come, im gonna train hard to become a great pesilat..insyaAllah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10.8333px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&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/5291172710422068243-3743929086213041977?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/3743929086213041977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/12/training-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3743929086213041977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3743929086213041977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/12/training-camp.html' title='Training camp'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-6758149944972255662</id><published>2010-12-10T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T00:01:13.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faiz</title><content type='html'>today i met my primary school bestest buddy. MasyaAllah..listening to his voice just now, its still the same as it is 5 years ago when we were in primary six. i was his his friend since primary 1 though. So small..so fragile. haizz..memories memories memories. wanted to walk with him just now..but yeaa its ok. insyaAllah we'll meet again, Faiz.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, MST is over, for now. there's still exams somewhere in march or april. Holiday is three week, filled with school stuffs. argh..how i wish there's a 2 month holiday or something. tapi takpe la, salmah's sister told me something important during the hijrah walk. she said, &lt;i&gt;" when you think that things are getting difficult for you and you think you cant cope the stress, just think about the reason why you are there at the first place." &lt;/i&gt;Well..what she said is soo true. what i am doing in sp studying nutrtion health and wellness? because i wanna be somebody who's out there to promote healthy lifestyle, insyaAllah. i want to inspire people, and get inspired by people :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hah..okay la. whatever it is,i still think that age doesnt really matter in relationships..hehe. good day people! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-6758149944972255662?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/6758149944972255662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/12/faiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/6758149944972255662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/6758149944972255662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/12/faiz.html' title='Faiz'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-546729543439581152</id><published>2010-12-09T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:37:03.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamlas</title><content type='html'>hello! mst is gonna over by tmr at 5pm! yay~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, hamlas is a name actually. someone new, i met in a mosque. the way i see it, the person has smiles all over. i mean, sweet, not arrogant and has this bubbly personality. i likee. hahah. you know, ive been thinking about it and i think that age doesnt really matter. right? hehe. who cares, i love you you love me i kentut u lari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k la, back to studying. chalo bete bebeh :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-546729543439581152?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/546729543439581152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/12/hamlas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/546729543439581152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/546729543439581152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/12/hamlas.html' title='Hamlas'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-3443587730928565613</id><published>2010-12-02T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T00:13:37.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost there</title><content type='html'>Its nearing to holidays. pheww..just finished the projects today. its like taking off a heavy burden from your shoulder. so yea..had 2 presentations today, and i guess it went quite well, alhamdulillah. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;well, the stress is not over yet. next week is mst week. mst means mid semester test. ahh..gonna chiong for it man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah, finally get to watch harry potter! thanks faizul!  hahah. yea..watched harry potter at jp today with hanis and faizul. hermione is sooo beautiful. wish she was my girlpren. and to me, harry potter is becoming more and more exciting. cant wait for part 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm..i feel like im getting older, fast. starting to see myself like an adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, my parents have grown me up to be someone independent. since i was pri 2, my mum trutesd me to go back home my self. and my school was at cck while i live at jurong. im starting to see all this. im gonna be all by myself one day. cant rely on my parents too much. i dunno why, but this pass few days, i feel like somebody old. somebody not me. so stressed up. i hardly laugh this week. actually got laugh laugh la..but not as much as usual. i dont want to be old. being old just makes you feel soo..stressed up. i wanna be a child, holding on to my parents, always have attention, get things easy. haiz..wild dreams. reality is, i am getting older day by day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-3443587730928565613?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/3443587730928565613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/12/almost-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3443587730928565613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3443587730928565613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/12/almost-there.html' title='almost there'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-7814433780584965811</id><published>2010-11-21T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T10:24:27.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>im officially, stressed. Theres so much things to be done within this month. Doa, a weapon during  this tough period. nevertheless..i should spend time wisely now. good day friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-7814433780584965811?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/7814433780584965811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/11/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7814433780584965811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7814433780584965811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/11/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-1403435973196851748</id><published>2010-11-17T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:49:18.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidiladha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;Started the day by making my way to the mosque. the morning calmness, was so peaceful and makes me want to continue sleep again. haha. Takbir till 8am and performed solat aidiladha at Al khair. after that i went straight home and ate my mum's rendang. its a fulllerrrmak! sedap hingga menjilat kaki.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, my mum asked, "kambing mane? tk bwk balek?" haha. i just said i did'nt even took a glance of the goats. then she asked me to follow my uncle to collect the distributed goat meat. haiya..i was about to fall asleep with my full stomach. so i followed my uncle to mosque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the mosque..there was along queue, all want to collect the meat. in my mind i said, the goat is not even sacrificed yet and there's ardy a long queue..haha, kiasu people. i followed my uncle to the back of the mosque to see the goats. i was mesmerised by the scene. all the imams and ustaz together with the volunteers was there getting ready to sacrifice the goats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stood behind one of the gates and watched as the goats were sacrificed. It was really a gruesome scene for first timer like me. but then, i wanted to be part of them, to be there to help out with the ibadah korban. so i approached one of the staff at the gate whether i can enter and help. he said its only for volunteers. felt disappointed. Then, my uncle came by. My uncle used to be the person who sacrificed the goats..so he was well-known there. then he recommend the uncle to take me as a volunteer! haha..i was so happy when i stepped into the slaughtering ground. i was assigned to hold the goat when is it about to be sacrificed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It could'nt get much better when i was assigned to one of my favourite imam of al khair. He was so cheerful and gave me a lot of tips and facts about sacrificing the goats. then, comes the goat on my table. i quickly grab hold of its feet. then i laid my arms on the body. the sheep was shivering. yelling some things which sounded like "help help."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, firstly, the person who paid for the goat, was called into the slaughtering ground. and were asked whether it is a korban or aqiqah. then a tag was placed on the goat's right leg. then, the person is asked whether he want to korban the goat himself or allow the imam to do so. so yea..the imam was given the permission to slaughter the goat on behalf of the person's name. so here it starts. Hj Sunni, felt for the windpipe or something on the goat's neck. then he held it. before piercing through the neck, he set his niat first. then he recite, "Bismillahi Allahu Akbar!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the people holding the goat recited the takbir together. The blood from the neck would spurt out like a fountain. once, the blood spurted on the side of my face. the blood is quite warm... during this period, some goat were forcing away like mad and we have to use all our strength to hold the goat. some died peacefully, with little movement from them. So yea..everything went smoothly.  Hope you had a better Aidiladha than me..take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are some pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TOP4g_oZcyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/o4rPC0zwJpg/s1600/Photo0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TOP4g_oZcyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/o4rPC0zwJpg/s320/Photo0145.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540545212316218146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TOP3htuEJMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vQozAd-fW1c/s1600/Photo0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TOP3htuEJMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vQozAd-fW1c/s320/Photo0147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540544125176390850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TOP3g2fCRgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-8O9zPJ8BJg/s1600/Photo0148.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/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TOP3g2fCRgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-8O9zPJ8BJg/s320/Photo0148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540544110349403650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TOP3e4ATL4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/SsXhqc1OvQI/s1600/Photo0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TOP3e4ATL4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/SsXhqc1OvQI/s320/Photo0150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540544076397621122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TOP3dFspFCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pYbR_S4tna0/s1600/Photo0151.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/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TOP3dFspFCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pYbR_S4tna0/s320/Photo0151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540544045713527842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TOP3cVYPf2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/_D9iH-C53S8/s1600/Photo0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TOP3cVYPf2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/_D9iH-C53S8/s1600/Photo0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TOP3cVYPf2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/_D9iH-C53S8/s320/Photo0152.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540544032743063394" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5291172710422068243-1403435973196851748?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/1403435973196851748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/11/aidiladha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1403435973196851748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1403435973196851748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/11/aidiladha.html' title='Aidiladha'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TOP4g_oZcyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/o4rPC0zwJpg/s72-c/Photo0145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-6006838768548383361</id><published>2010-11-15T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T00:59:13.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Broken Arm</title><content type='html'>I was at first clueless of what's happening. He was shouting lying down on the mat. then i noticed his arm was..broken! Gosh..never thought this kind of incident could happen. and it happened right in front of my eyes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was silat training and coach taught us how to do Sapuan. after that, he decided to hold a sparring session. it was my first time. Everyone had a partner except for me. i was kind of disappointed. then i heard some of them saying i would be sparring with the coach himself! haha. but then, it did'nt happen. it was going to be my turn, but because of the eerie incident, the sparring was stopped. Hopefully he'll recover soon. Everything happens for a reason..somehow, it tells me that i am not ready yet, Allah knows best. InsyaAllah next time coach!&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/5291172710422068243-6006838768548383361?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/6006838768548383361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/11/broken-arm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/6006838768548383361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/6006838768548383361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/11/broken-arm.html' title='A Broken Arm'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-2226032258675391023</id><published>2010-11-14T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T00:36:52.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TN_nXChGd3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/gcHpIMH43C4/s1600/IMG7462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TN_nXChGd3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/gcHpIMH43C4/s320/IMG7462.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539400449687713650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ah, we're not gay. just close friends whom i love so very the much. haha. Now i know how rafie feels. each time i meet them, i feel like hugging them. but its just hard to do. Rafie, next time i meet you, we're gonna hug like the banglas do. heheh. The banglas for some reason, shows care and love for each other. each time they meet, i would see them hug for a few secs, then  kiss on the cheeks. the good banglas i mean..those i see in the mosque. so yea..not to say friends, i forgot the last time i hug my mum and dad. i want to..but it just doesnt happen. when i leave the house, its just a "bye mak". hopefully things will change in future. it'll be "sayang mak :)"&lt;/span&gt;&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/5291172710422068243-2226032258675391023?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/2226032258675391023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/11/nah-were-not-gay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2226032258675391023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2226032258675391023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/11/nah-were-not-gay.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TN_nXChGd3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/gcHpIMH43C4/s72-c/IMG7462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-5676542004057408513</id><published>2010-11-14T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T01:09:27.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expecto~ petronumm'/><title type='text'>Dari mane?</title><content type='html'>Last Friday was, awesome. more than awesome actually. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm..so far i've just started on my chem report. there's still lost more to be done before december arrives. it used to be that December were our long awaited holiday. but now its the not so awaited mid test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. It feels like im not myself again. suddenly i feel so out of place. you know, the feeling of being pushed aside and being left alone in the dark. hah. i dunno why this thing happens. when this feeling comes, i spend most of my time lying down, see the sky moves elegantly. haha..some emo shit huh. yeaa..dont worry about me, the feeling will go away once i see my beloved friends :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till then, take care peeps :D  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-5676542004057408513?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/5676542004057408513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/11/dari-mane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/5676542004057408513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/5676542004057408513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/11/dari-mane.html' title='Dari mane?'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-1502769946552473613</id><published>2010-11-11T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T22:40:59.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its another round of reports and assignments. i just have to start early to avoid last minute work. worse, dateline is shorter this sem. O M A!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-1502769946552473613?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/1502769946552473613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-another-round-of-f-up-reports-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1502769946552473613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1502769946552473613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-another-round-of-f-up-reports-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-2346183759068586959</id><published>2010-11-10T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T00:08:31.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itself</title><content type='html'>Lets just say whatever happens in your life, its meant for you. Because everyone is special in their own ways. Regardless matreps, minah, or the nerd guy in your class. Allah is Great, He does whatever He wants.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont think that the person is matrep, you are much better than him. maybe the sins that you've done is much more worse than the sins that the matreps have done. i know its naive to say this but we just have to love everyone and see ourself as the most pitiful, sinnest person in the world. Honestly, when i see bunch of matreps, i dont dare look at them in their eyes. the feeling of "fear" suddenly overpowers me that i try to avoid them. Is this right? its just that, we see them as 'higher' than us, because they dare to hurt someone without using their brains but just follow their anger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe its just that their tattoos and piercing made them look more fierce. whatever la..one day i wish these matreps become an ustaz or something so that they can help change live with their own experience and one fine day, matreps will not exist anymore..aminnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-2346183759068586959?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/2346183759068586959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/11/itself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2346183759068586959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2346183759068586959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/11/itself.html' title='Itself'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-2328584216415801738</id><published>2010-11-04T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:30:33.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence?</title><content type='html'>I believe theres's no such thing as coincidence. Everything that happened, was meant to happen. Like yesterday, I was quite feeling down coming back from school after silat training at around 830pm, eating my cookie, suddenly someone called me from behind. I turned and there's no other person that i wanted to see other than him..alhamdullilah God let us meet, even at time we least excpected :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeaa..cant wait for this friday!!! because..after so long, finally get to overnight at the beach! woohoo! with Hanis Yaqub and Faizul. just chill at the beach..enjoy the view and be amazed by the morning sunrise..total awesomeness! Hopefully the weather wouldn't disappoint us..Till then, Enjoy the looong weekends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-2328584216415801738?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/2328584216415801738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/11/coincidence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2328584216415801738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2328584216415801738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/11/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence?'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-1293404904331454523</id><published>2010-11-01T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:24:23.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isnin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seems  like blogging is the only place i turn to when i have nobody to share my feelings with. how sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today quite slack in school,our chem lecturer went on conference for one week and left us with online assignment due this week. So we had about 4 hours break. did some project works..after school decided to karaoke at school. but, suddenly i had absolutely no mood for karaoke. which is very rare. so i did'nt. when i really did'nt know what to do (bcos gg home would only lead me to sleeping), my mum suddenly called. She wanted to visit Iqbal! haha..so i accompanied my mum. were surprised to see my aunts were also there. yeaa..kissed on the cheeks and said goodbye after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to JP to eat at banquet. i ordered ayam penyet, which the sambal is superb. got my ears burning. love it :) soo..after that went home. and finally, thnx a lot for  the text message in the morning, it really made my day, a pleasant surprise :)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;yeaa..thats how my monday went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just need someone, before i become somebody that's a nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/5291172710422068243-1293404904331454523?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/1293404904331454523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/11/isnin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1293404904331454523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1293404904331454523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/11/isnin.html' title='Isnin'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-1169914339293993851</id><published>2010-10-31T23:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:54:44.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality time</title><content type='html'>When you're alone, doing nothing, lots of unthinkable things come to your mind. Well, it is, for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was one silent, peaceful sunday. My father went fishing, my mum went to Johor, and my bro busy with his work. me, i stayed at home and spend my time watching TV and read up some books i bought last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about the unthinkable things. its not things like walking around the house naked or shout at the top of your lungs in the toilet. but its the things like, what happens if my closest friends one day leave me. what if my parents were not around anymore. these things can bring tears. the only thing i can do is, to pray, pray and pray that everyone around me is blessed and live a happy life here and after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;short post i guess..till next post, take care people :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-1169914339293993851?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/1169914339293993851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/quality-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1169914339293993851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1169914339293993851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/quality-time.html' title='Quality time'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-4348244084148109160</id><published>2010-10-29T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T23:54:45.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>warning!</title><content type='html'>Once again, i feel like writing about, relationships.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im only 17, but it has come to me that i really need someone, to share the fascinating stories that i had during the day or even to share a smile with someone who really appreciates it. Psychology, it is proven that at this age, if intimacy is not achieved, there will be feeling of rejection, and we tend to feel ostracized. well..i dont really feel rejected or whatsoever, i just feel, empty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*long sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just glad that im happy, though not so happy. still, Alhamdullilah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-4348244084148109160?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/4348244084148109160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/warning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4348244084148109160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4348244084148109160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/warning.html' title='warning!'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-3480557235867225041</id><published>2010-10-26T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T23:13:42.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>track and feel</title><content type='html'>Finally today i went for track and field in sp. i wanted to join since last sem but did'nt get the chance to. so yeaa..track mates were friendly, some gave me a welcoming look..some look at me as if i am a walking doublecheeburger. get it? hahah..i mean they give me a weird look ah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay..after long disappearance from the track, it feels soo good to put back those shoes where it belongs. the moment i start the first sprint, i knew i still had the "skills." but now, im having backaches, leg aches everywhere la aches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have three pimples on my face. my friend ask me, why the sudden pimple bloom. then i said, one pimple stands for a girl that is in my mind. haha. and so she said, lets see which pimple burst first, tht will be the girl i'll be with. sooo..i showed to the pimple beside my eye and said, this is Liyana, then above my lips, i said jerina, then at my cheeks and i said khalisah. guess which one burst instantly. serious..i point at the cheek and it goes "pop!" hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe. cheeky pimple. i guess thats all for this post..till next time okay! take care peeps :)&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/5291172710422068243-3480557235867225041?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/3480557235867225041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/track-and-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3480557235867225041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3480557235867225041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/track-and-feel.html' title='track and feel'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-4608860485610329090</id><published>2010-10-24T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T23:30:11.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muhammad Nur Iqbal</title><content type='html'>Today is a very blessed day for my family. Firstly because its my father's birthday. secondly, because there is a new member in the family. welcome to the club Iqbal!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeaa..my newly wed bro just got his first son. Alhamdullilah..everything went smoothly. cant wait to get my hands laid on him. my father was one happy chicken when news came that the child was born. well..there's gonna be two birthdays on the 24 of oct from next yr onwards. my father was like.."kau tgk je, budak tu da besar nnt pendiam, rajin kerje, hensem mcm atok die" haha! i gave him this face -_-. cheyy..no la..i just hope the child grows up to be someone kind hearted, a filial son and respect the elderly. amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally today get to meet hanis faizul and yaqub. even better,  saw khalisah! haha. okay..sorry if we stalk you like some desprados yea? hopefully, one day, get to talk to you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okaayy..tmr sch at 8. first lesson is Fitness and Wellness throughout lifespan. the days just gets better. alhamdullilah. till next post! take care bebeh :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps:Rafie, all the best for o levels! &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/5291172710422068243-4608860485610329090?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/4608860485610329090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/muhammad-nur-iqbal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4608860485610329090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4608860485610329090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/muhammad-nur-iqbal.html' title='Muhammad Nur Iqbal'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-1583258057649421653</id><published>2010-10-18T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:28:29.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, i finished Iqra' 6. a moment i'll never forget, the last few sentence in Iqra' 6, an emotional one just now..haha. so next ngaji i'll start with Al-Quran. Alhamdulillah.. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe next time..love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-1583258057649421653?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/1583258057649421653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/finally-i-finished-iqra-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1583258057649421653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1583258057649421653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/finally-i-finished-iqra-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-6782712561106973372</id><published>2010-10-17T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:56:01.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, i spent  the whole day with this someone whom i really wish to know further. We went to geylang today to shop. cheyy..no la, i went alone. I want to make the post end like this.."and that someone was me" tapi tak menjadi. hahah. so yeaa..today i decided to go shopping at geylang. I bought myself a white baju kurung, a white songkok, and 2 minyak atar! all this for the friday night class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes, its good to spend quality time alone. though a i really wanted to go with a buddy, but its alright. The journey to geylang was quite short bcos i was engrossed with the book im reading. its a book about our past 'Ulama. A great book i borrowed from the library. so yea..actually lots of things are in mind right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sometimes..i think im born to be lonely. seriously..i never really had lots of friends when i was a kid. i used to play bicycle alone roaming around bukit panjang.i remembered crashing onto a bust stop pillar and laughed at myself for being so clumsy. my best friend when i was a kid was a bicycle. nah..things change right? im still finding who i really him. for all i know, when im alone, Allah will always be there. amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Shucks. school starts tomorrow. another round of stress all over again. Its okay, im gonna hold my head up and stand on the frontline with my spears and conquer this semester! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-6782712561106973372?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/6782712561106973372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/self-discovery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/6782712561106973372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/6782712561106973372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/self-discovery.html' title='Self Discovery'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-1158278733975393175</id><published>2010-10-16T01:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T11:17:16.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syukur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"semua antara nak dengan tak nak"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The quote above seems simple, but it really means a lot. Its a quote from Ya'qub, and it stayed on with me since then. He said this when were out lepaking by the esplanade with Hanis. It was before school reopens. Yaqub went to republic poly, Faizul went to ngee Ann poly, i went to Sp, Hanis went to his culinary school. all went to different directions. Alhamdullilah, we are still close friends right now. things didnt change like we thought it would change.  Only God knows how glad i am. and Rafie, stay strong during this hard times, its gonna be over soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs288.ash1/21570_235615379489_521109489_3018406_1639171_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;"ape2 jdi walaupun kite pgi seperate skolah, hrap kite masih rapat mcm skrng" -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;Hanis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: x-small; "&gt;11 Jan 2010, 22:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-1158278733975393175?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/1158278733975393175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/syukur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1158278733975393175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1158278733975393175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/syukur.html' title='syukur'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-1846949496223791039</id><published>2010-10-11T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T00:26:54.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>penghuni rumah orang cacat otak.</title><content type='html'>trip to Institute of Mental Health (IMH) was both memorable and an eye opener. really..my eyes open quite big that day..haha. let me just share what happen on that day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the place was at buangkok, met at 230. it was organised by sp ang ngee ann poly. haha..ok straight to the impt point. we reached IMH and was warmly welcomed by the staff there. we we briefed on what to do and what not to do with the patients. i remembered the guy telling us, if the patients asked us for money, just say we left it at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay..so we were brought to the patients ward. words cant express how i felt upon seeing their faces stuck on the glass door, like as if the ward was a volcano and the patients are the lava that is gonna blow out of the volcano at any moment. we sanitised our hands and entered the room. man..the patients straight away offered us a handshake. some were shouting at the top of their lungs.."hello!" most of them were old..but their expression and happiness upon seeing us made them look as though they were toddlers who is excited  upon seeing a new toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we shook hands with most of the patient...then we started with our activity. first was, we played "passing the balloon game" whoever holds the balloon when the music stops, have to come to the center and do a forfeit. hahah..and the guy before me wanted to sabo me. wth..i just snatch the balloon away from him..to think about im quite mean seh. haha..he was a patient there by the way :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we move to the next activity. we gathered around a table and taught them how to make rabbits out of a hankerchief! some of them..they had trembling hands..i dunno whats the medical term..but its a kind of abnormality. they had soo fun much doing these stuff. some were laughing all the way. i made one rabbit and gave to the uncle im closest with me on that day. he sang "kamelia" by ramli sarip..hahah..soo hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we sang..sat down, watch mr bean the movie. had small talks. mann..its an experience i will never forget. i take this opportunity, to share with you what i really felt on that day. to those who has a perception that IMH is only a place for crazy people..think again. its more that a mental institute. its a place where these people whom were not given care and love by their family members who cant afford to tahan their behaviour and they were placed there, some till their last breathe. some were even sent there since the 60s. imagine their emptiness..even a stranger visiting them..could bring soo much joy and happiness. how heartless can mankind be. and we say we are lonely when we dont have bf or gf....may Allah place all these patients in the glorious Jannah after so much pain and suffering in dunia..amin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs157.snc4/37208_10150284922765596_519670595_14913686_6320559_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-1846949496223791039?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/1846949496223791039/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-8976852450798430556</id><published>2010-10-07T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:14:03.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results are out!!</title><content type='html'>Actually the result came out on monday. i got GPA of 3.175. just 0.015 to get 3.2..what the helll.&lt;div&gt;hah..but okay laa..alhamdullilah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was quite shock with the grades i got. so here's the result!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mathematics: D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry: C+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food Science:B+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Health and Wellness: B+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nutrition: A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psychology:A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biology: A &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wooo..not bragging or what laa ehh..just that even my parents dunno my result. soo..might as well i share it with my friends. all the hardwork quite paid off. Next sem, please be nice :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-8976852450798430556?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/8976852450798430556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/results-are-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/8976852450798430556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/8976852450798430556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/results-are-out.html' title='Results are out!!'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-4198059168110003551</id><published>2010-10-06T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T00:21:01.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant write as beautiful, but i just want to let out whatever that is in my mind. Today i saw aqa at mrt. okayy..haha just something random. today karaoke session was not as awesome cos we ended earlier. nevertheless, had a rocking time with my rocking peeps. Yaqub had the most powerful voice, Hanis has the sweetest voice, Faizul, i just love his chipmunk voice..hehe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im still single. kinda empty, but as time goes, im getting used to it. yea..i do have somebody in mind, but i just dun think its the right time. i had small talks with chef today ( the chef working at siam kitchen). she said, "go find your darling, you are ready i know" haha! she talk as though she had known me for years. i dunno wad she means..but yeaa. guys my age would probably had a few relationshops in their life. i had one, but it did'nt worked out well. sorry if she's reading this..i should'nt have ask for  a relationship if i knew i was'nt ready. that was one lesson learnt. since then, i was afraid of relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tak habes2 psl mataer je ehh. hmm..right now, i just want to focus on what i want to achieve in life. (ehem2) i've volunteered myself to provide my service in IMH this coming saturday. they said we'll be playing games with the patients there. kinda reluctant..but this chance comes by not often. my english teruk laa..sorry2. soo..i just wanna feel how is it like to be around someone different. hopefully it'll be a fruitful day for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's post is quite long huh. i still want to write. working and going out with friends lately, i've been missing quality time with my mum. she's busy with her food stall, i never get a chance to see her sometimes. me going back late everyday. its just that, i miss her very the much. A lot more in my mind..but i think i should stop here. Good luck for those taking their exams! sawadikappp :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-4198059168110003551?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/4198059168110003551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cant-write-as-beautiful-but-i-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4198059168110003551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4198059168110003551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cant-write-as-beautiful-but-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-4926296073427031556</id><published>2010-10-02T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T01:24:45.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i kicked a chair onto my brother. cool right....haha. he is one irritating ass. anyhow kick my stuff around. so i just kick anything near me onto him. serve him right. its just that,  he has no respect or whatsoever for me. the other time i remembered him kicking my bag aside when he wanted to walk. its like what the hell! today i just bought a new shoe, and i put one side beside the door. he wanted to walk there, and there was a huge way beside it. noo..he dont want to..he just kick aside my shoe. i was okay with that at first..lava was still not at its peak.&lt;div&gt;then i went inside my room. then i heard him kick my shoe further away from the door like as if my shoe was a pile of garbage. that is how the lava blew up and a wooden chair flew onto his leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes, i wonder what would happen if i were to come out earlier than my brother. would i treat him the same way he treat me?  i just wish my brother were somebody else sometimes. we are totally two diff people. sometimes i hate him, sometimes i just wish he was not my brother. thats how bad i hate him. yea..hopefully things will change in future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-4926296073427031556?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/4926296073427031556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-i-kicked-chair-onto-my-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4926296073427031556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4926296073427031556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-i-kicked-chair-onto-my-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-3318436908372418887</id><published>2010-09-26T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T00:38:03.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 days feel like 2 weeks. seriously..im having a bad migraine this pass few days. feels like im in water sometimes, floating around. have been taking panadol, it works but only temporarily. another thing that makes time so longg..is having no friends to talk to. Hanis is busy with work..haizz. &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/5291172710422068243-3318436908372418887?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/3318436908372418887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/09/2-days-feel-like-2-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3318436908372418887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3318436908372418887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/09/2-days-feel-like-2-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-2843129158176879384</id><published>2010-09-20T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:59:09.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome!</title><content type='html'>my circadian  cycle is set to sleep at 1200am. i tried to sleep just now but my eyes were wide awake.  sooo..what did i did today? I went to school for awhile to collect my monehhh! awesome! gonna get a new specs, new shoes and maybe buy some books :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully tmr will be a great day out with Hanis, faizul and yaqub! Finally get to go out together again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and, yeah..things are going pretty well for me. but, nothing last. the money is gonna be used up soon. tmr will end. then comes another day, another day, another day, until there is no more day. hah..i dunno what i blabbering about oso...i guess thats all i want to say. actually a lot more la but i think too personal and too deep to write, scared you all muntah after reading. okay then..have a nice day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-2843129158176879384?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/2843129158176879384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/09/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2843129158176879384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2843129158176879384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/09/welcome.html' title='welcome!'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-2102018493234106877</id><published>2010-09-20T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:01:03.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; color: rgb(163, 152, 154); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; "&gt;"No one is ever tired of loving, but we all do get tired of the cheating, the lying, the waiting, the heartbreaks. And sooner or later, we find ourselves slowly, falling out of love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-2102018493234106877?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/2102018493234106877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-one-is-ever-tired-of-loving-but-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2102018493234106877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2102018493234106877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-one-is-ever-tired-of-loving-but-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-1343561003058958767</id><published>2010-09-17T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T01:22:38.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do i have a chance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, its time for a break, have a kit kat :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously, just now exam was not as expected, some of my classmate even said it was joke. though paper was easy, i forgot to be grateful, till Hanis reminded me. man..i always asked for an easy paper, and when i got it, i totally forgot to thank Him. InsyaAllah it wont happen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today i met Hanis, after his interview at Shangri-La Hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trust me, he's gonna be as successful as Chef Wan one day, or even better than Chef Wan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As usual we wondered around town aimlessly. Listening to his wonderful preaching, im just glad that he's still by my side :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mmmmm...not in the mood to write soo much things. maybe next time, take care :)  &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/5291172710422068243-1343561003058958767?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/1343561003058958767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-i-have-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1343561003058958767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1343561003058958767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-i-have-chance.html' title='do i have a chance?'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-7881090188211083573</id><published>2010-09-15T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T01:26:50.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no smoking</title><content type='html'>Exams are gonna be OVER soon. yes Faizul, urs finish already..hahah. mm..im starting to draw up plans for the coming semester break. to work? or to spend more time with friends? or sign for classes outside?Im thinking of doin all that at once during the 4 week holiday. mayb just work 3 times a week, the remaining days can use for other stuffs. so siam kitchen! here i come~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hari raya mood suddenly fading off already. friends hari raya outing? dont feel like goin too. im okay if the group is about 7 to 10 people, but if its like over fifteen people in one go? the house wont collapse, but the house will be in tunggang langgang after everyone leaves. maybe i'll join my class for hari raya outing. Silat, Dikir and MLS geng, happy jln raye without me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next in my mind, girls. im too weak for a relationship, i admit it. i dun understand how this thing works or how the hell people get into long relationships. I think im gonna stand aside, just wait for a girl to call me up and say, "hey, ure a great guy, can you be mine forever?". yea..by that time, i would have my beard growing till my toes. Even so, why not i say to that girl " hey ure a great girl, but am i great enough for you?"  i dunno what i talking oso..so yea, lets just leave it hanging here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To whoever who is concerned, i wanna say that i hate cigarette smell (the smoke) to the bottom of my jantung. so if you smoke, please stay the bloody hell away from me, i hate that smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry for the harsh words, but this is what i truly feel. till then, see you guys in next post, sayur nara ^^&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/5291172710422068243-7881090188211083573?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/7881090188211083573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-smoking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7881090188211083573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7881090188211083573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-smoking.html' title='no smoking'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-4244315365050088408</id><published>2010-09-11T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T00:57:27.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syawal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just wanna share what happen during my first day of raya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, regret to say that i missed solat adilfitri :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All because of my hp which did not wake me up. my mum told me she woke me up, and i was awake, and smiling to her then i went back to sleep. but i didn't recall that happening. hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feeling guilty, i went friday prayers earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yea. today marks a new beginning for my family. today was the first time my mum and dad sat on the chair while their children kneeled to beg for forgiveness. actually none of my brothers had the courage to do that. then i decided to speak and just blurted out " k, mak ngan baba duduk atas kerusi, abg wan ko mintak maaf kat mak dulu, ko paling tua." everyone was quite, like as if i said nothing. then my mum break the silence. she told my eldest brother to say sorry to his dad first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alhamdullilah, my tears were not for nothing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My beloved nephews. they came to my house today. words cant describe how i felt upon seeing thier faces.i miss them sooooo much. i hug each and everyone of them. how they grew so fast. the youngest was closest to me today, his name, syafi. He would'nt let go of my hand whenever we are in people's house. he slept so soundly on my lap during long trips on the lorry. even though my sperm count were decreasing and my legs were fully numb, i didn't move an inch just to make sure he sleeps peacefully..i love him to the bottom of my heart. then it was time to send him back to his mother. it was like losing someone so precious to you. even though he is only about 3 yrs old, i've shared many memories with him. i saw tears at his eyes when i left him. he may be young, but he understands that i really do not want to part with him again :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully i get to see him again in time to come, soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apart from duit raya and mouth watering foods, Aidilfitri this year is another special moment for me. Alhamdulillah:)&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/5291172710422068243-4244315365050088408?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/4244315365050088408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/09/syawal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4244315365050088408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4244315365050088408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/09/syawal.html' title='Syawal'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-7432578011781562974</id><published>2010-09-09T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T20:29:25.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>takbir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time waits for no man. Ramadhan have left us, and here comes Syawal. and its time to boogie woogie! hahaha. Its hari Raya people! share the looveee..all the great food, meet old friends, the joy of visiting somebody's house, long trips, pretty ladies wearing kebaya and kurung, its just awesome^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, serious now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ramadhan 2010 has brought many wonderful things to my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that i've been through the past 30 days, have made me a better person, InsyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but still, there's still lots and lots of things i have yet to discover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The coming days, will i be the same, or better, or worse. Only God knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You, i hope you had a great Ramadhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ramadhan, hopefully next year we'll meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and last but not least,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selamat Hari Raya, salam maaf dan kasih, semoga happy2 selalu ye :)&lt;/b&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/5291172710422068243-7432578011781562974?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/7432578011781562974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/09/takbir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7432578011781562974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7432578011781562974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/09/takbir.html' title='takbir'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-7686170011210763577</id><published>2010-09-06T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T01:33:45.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Of Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today i felt so peaceful, like everything seems to be fine and the world seems to slow down. Yesterday night, was one of the memorable nights i had. i was invited by my friend to attend a Qiyamulail at Muhajirin. I was hesistant at first, but i decided to put Him first this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The event started with us giving out free dates to public at chua chu kang mrt station. People were mostly reluctant to take the mysterious blue plastic bag we were giving out. some even ignored us. i dont understand these people. but yea the makciks were more than glad to receive the free dates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then there was a shuttle bus ready to take us to Muhajirin mosque, located at braddell. it was a long bus ride, the only thing that is in mind was the coming math and chemistry exam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; We reached the mosque, and i was overwhelmed by the number of people who attended this event. then it was time for break fast. we had briyani!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after terawih, we slack aroound the mosque area. i get to meet lots of new friends. we talk and talk and talk till the organiser tells us that it was time for us to go to the auditorium for the next activity. it was time for muhasabah diri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is one of the highlight of the night. Specially invited Ustaz came and gave us a warm welcome with the heartwarming zikir. didicazli were event there to recite the zikir.&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 was time for the real thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 of the ustaz sat by the side. everyone kept quiet. one of them rise and stands at the center of the stage. He began with reminding us the promise we had with Allah s.w.t. the promise we made before we sent down to our mother's womb by the angels. the promise that even the mountains and the sky were afraid to fufill. the promise to be a good muslim, in this world full of obstacles that He sent down to test the iman of Muslimin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the atmosphere became solemn, as everyone begins to have deep thoughts about what is being said. as the ustaz continued, tears came running down everyone's cheek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was at first not having deep thoughts.. but it hit me when the ustaz told us to imagine our beloved parents' figure. then he start to remind us the sacrifice that our parents have gone through. memories of my father sending me to school early in the morning when i was in pri sch came flowing to my mind. then i remembered how my mum used to work day and night to support the family. i broke down to tears. the tears has its reasons. i was afraid that my parents would leave me one day. the thought was unbearable. im just not ready for their absence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i left the auditorium as a changed person, InsyaAllah. it was time for us to sleep, to gain energy for the later qiamulail. i slept in the mosque by the doors. it was so peaceful. the night were still, everyone was sleepy. after about 2 hours of nap, i was awaken by the thunder. it was raining heavily. in my heart, i said, InsyaAllah, tonight is the night we are are all hoping for, cos i remembered the ustaz told us ealier that one of the signs of Lailatul Qadar is that there would be heavy rains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was like as if the world was slowing down. everything seems so calm. i was at peace after the qiamulail. i forgot about the coming exams. the only that is in my mind was all the sins that i have done and how i wish all my sins were forgiven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year's Ramadhan, a really special one for me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-7686170011210763577?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/7686170011210763577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/09/night-of-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7686170011210763577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7686170011210763577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/09/night-of-power.html' title='Night Of Power'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-5095957847933812434</id><published>2010-09-01T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T02:07:29.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's day</title><content type='html'>This year's teacher day, was a great day for me. Never thought i would miss the school that i dread goin to the last 4 years of my life dearly. Bicycle trips, dirty pants, "umbrella hair", "dun talk just smile philosophy"..how nerd can i be? haha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i left boon lay with so much memories. How i come to school as early as 630 when i was sec and 2. i and norman would meet up in the canteen and talk about life. haha..he always share interesting stories with me. then the rushing last 10 minutes before school starts and most of us has yet to finish our homeworks. but eventually, everyone manage to finish most of the time with each other's cooperation..heheh. then there's the teachers. the teacher i miss most? Ms Amy Chong. though she is strict and fierce, i still adore her. she make geography lessons more exciting and she is just someone so approachable. i and norman used to have small talks with her and it was as though we were close friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lessons, yea..its the least missed. though i miss the sound of the bell and cheeky classmates who make a fool out of the teachers. ahhhhh...i miss Boon Lay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who are still in the school, cherish this 4 years in boon Lay. its the most memorable school life. u'll never get to experience the decency and innocence later in ur life. this is where true friendship begins. this is where ur values and moral are build upon. dun mind the stressful homeworks and long dragging hours in school, in time to come, u are gonna miss those moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tilll then, have a nice day  :)&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/5291172710422068243-5095957847933812434?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/5095957847933812434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/09/teachers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/5095957847933812434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/5095957847933812434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/09/teachers-day.html' title='Teacher&apos;s day'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-7828301319550417560</id><published>2010-08-28T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T01:42:33.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say cheeseeeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/THkjnFym4hI/AAAAAAAAAGg/esAf3H-9qZA/s1600/Photo0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/THkjnFym4hI/AAAAAAAAAGg/esAf3H-9qZA/s320/Photo0089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510474773540823570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;cheeseberdebar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/THkjnFym4hI/AAAAAAAAAGg/esAf3H-9qZA/s1600/Photo0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/THkjnFym4hI/AAAAAAAAAGg/esAf3H-9qZA/s1600/Photo0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/THkjmhGPZtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bPYJatkzX0M/s1600/Photo0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/THkjmhGPZtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bPYJatkzX0M/s320/Photo0088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510474763691058898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                     16 patty altogether&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/THkjmRtl1lI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/G3uXiqYM2R8/s1600/Photo0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/THkjmRtl1lI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/G3uXiqYM2R8/s320/Photo0087.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510474759561139794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;a homemade patty&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/THkjmRtl1lI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/G3uXiqYM2R8/s1600/Photo0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/THkjlx3LulI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Smsp6D0Mvdk/s1600/Photo0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/THkjlx3LulI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Smsp6D0Mvdk/s320/Photo0084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510474751011437138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                      2) onion, garlic and cheeseeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/THkjlYuRUPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_l6NW9I2Mqw/s1600/Photo0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/THkjlYuRUPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_l6NW9I2Mqw/s1600/Photo0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/THkjlYuRUPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_l6NW9I2Mqw/s320/Photo0083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510474744263168242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                      1) minced beef&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today i decided to cook. Since my mum is not at home until break fast, she asked me to cook anything that can be found in the fridge. guess wad i found..frozen minced beef!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;was unsure what to cook, looked for recipes on the net and i found this interesting dish. its called the tasty hamburger..haha. Ingredients needed was just garlic, onion and salt. the food seems as boring as its name. so i decided to create my own!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i call it cheeseberdebar. i've seen some chef do it on tv, so why not i try it. there was no cheese in the fridge. so i went down to the market to buy the cheapest cheese i can find cos budget was limited..haha. so i got all the ingredients! and so it begins. i chopped the onions, then cut the garlic. i was crying while cutting the onions XD hahaha..it was so painful that i cant open my eyes for about 1 minute. after the dramatic cutting, i just add everything to the minced beef. add a pinch of salt and pepper, some tumeric powder and secret ingredient, Lingam's special chilli sauce..dun tell anyone ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;all that and i whisk all the ingredients together. the smell was awesome. then here comes the cheese. i placed the cheese in between two layers of thin patty. to ensure that cheese does not leak out during cooking, ensure that the cheese is fully covered :D and there it goes into the hot frying pan. it did not look like i expected it to be, nevertheless, it taste superb! cooking is so much fun, it helps to release stress too. so why not whip out your own dish next time. till then..take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/THkjlYuRUPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_l6NW9I2Mqw/s1600/Photo0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5291172710422068243-7828301319550417560?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/7828301319550417560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/08/say-cheeseeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7828301319550417560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7828301319550417560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/08/say-cheeseeeee.html' title='say cheeseeeee!'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/THkjnFym4hI/AAAAAAAAAGg/esAf3H-9qZA/s72-c/Photo0089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-4064263509494062225</id><published>2010-08-27T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T01:54:19.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sick Moon</title><content type='html'>it was National Day, 7.00pm. how it started, ask the chef. never expected this coming.&lt;div&gt;but right now, its just another story in my life with untold endings. to be continued..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its Friday night. today's terawih at assyakirin with Hanis could probably be my last. hopefully not. so tmr there is RYC camp at Alkhair mosque. may all the campers have a great 3day 2 night camp. wanted to go, but exams stress is hitting me. cant just leave all the notes behind. May God forgive me for putting exams before Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how easily we can put aside our ibadah aside just because of worldly things like exam, work and assignments. sometimes, i just wish i can sweep all these thing aside and just spend the whole of my life to on the knowledge of the akhirat. thats not impossible but almost impossible. There is still a lot of things out there that im missing. how i envy those who can read the Quran frequently, those who know sunnah and hadiths at the back of their hands. i dont wish to be as good, but im just someone who wants to learn all this before its too late. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;Death is near day by day. The ground that we stepping on, one day, we will be stepped by them :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;May Allah have mercy on us. amin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-4064263509494062225?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/4064263509494062225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/08/sick-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4064263509494062225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4064263509494062225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/08/sick-moon.html' title='The Sick Moon'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-7473552240789896640</id><published>2010-08-25T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:33:21.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who?</title><content type='html'>Alhamdullilah, now its already the 15th day of Ramadan. May all my friends be in good health and may they be blessed in this holy month. Amin.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been studying quite hard this pass few days. except for yesterday, took a break by roaming around Singapore with Hanis aimlessly..haha. few more days and school will reopen.  then its exam week, during hari raya. hopefully things go well and exam papers would be easy. like as if that will happen :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is full moon.  how beautiful it is, no words can describe it. a reminder to us that God is Great and He is the Creator of all things. today's mood: kinda bitter, somewhat moody. waking up getting to know that my phone text and call somebody without me telling it to do so..haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm..its not the time to get into relationships. a reminder to self, cinta adalah sebuah perasaan yang wujud pada setiap manusia dan ianya adalah fitrah hidup dan tidak dapat dielakkan. but to think of it, im not in the position to love someone else. i've got to learn to love myself first. there is still a lot of things i want to learn in this world. i have big dreams, to be a Hafiz one day, to give my own sermons, to change people's life with my knowledge and to be an inspiring coach one day. yea, all these is far within my reach. be it alone, or better still if i have this special someone who would be there for me always, i wanna reach my dreams. if love comes, then it comes. if it was never meant to be, then i would have to let it go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, please come again and dont go, i need you.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5291172710422068243-7473552240789896640?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/7473552240789896640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/08/who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7473552240789896640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7473552240789896640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/08/who.html' title='who?'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-6808218323954191410</id><published>2010-08-23T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:57:41.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syamil - Hasbi Robbi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/XYd_nYcJ6Ls/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XYd_nYcJ6Ls?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.com/v/XYd_nYcJ6Ls?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very heartwarming zikir. do spend a moment to hear it :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-6808218323954191410?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/6808218323954191410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/08/syamil-hasbi-robbi_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/6808218323954191410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/6808218323954191410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/08/syamil-hasbi-robbi_23.html' title='Syamil - Hasbi Robbi'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-4816098531859588819</id><published>2010-08-19T00:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T01:14:36.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my past</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i think im just to careful writing down things here. kinda of not having the freedom of what i want to write. basically because i am afraid that people might get offended by what i wrote or they just wouldn't like what i wrote,&lt;div&gt;i think this is gonna change. i wanna write what i really feel inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i feel myself as being lucky in a sense that i never really know what solat is, i didnt even know Quran exist back then. i never knew what those curly curly word means or how they sound. i remembered my first time reciting An-nas to my Ustaz when i was primary 2. i was crying instead of reciting. i was crying from home till i stepped into the class. i was the only one who didn't know how to read. The Ustaz gave me a skeptical look when i recite the surah. then he said to me; "ape yang ko bace ni nak, takpe, lain kali cuba lagi eh "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something hit me when i was primary 4. my friend ask, "kau tau sembahyang?" i was like..."tau..siape seh tak tau" from then on i started to feel guilty that i dun even know how perform prayers. i used to go back with my friend on the 172 bus which goes through the malay cemetry. he asked me, "kau tau bace fatihah?"  i said " mesti lah" then he asked for us to pray together when passing through the cemetry because we were scared. then i came out with a brilliant idea. "ape kate kte bace dalam hati? siape habes bace dulu menang." it was like an excuse because i dun even know how recite fatihah. so yeaa...i seemed so pro by my gullible friend cos each time we recite, i finished first. i dun want him thinking i dunno how to read so i just took the chance to finish "reciting" first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;few yrs later, something sad happened to my family. i dun think i wanna share this. but lets just say he was not well received in pulau tekong during his ns. he came back. being different from his usual self. he came back with a "tiger". from that moment, my house was filled with prayers and zikir. hoping that this tiger would go away. i was very scared back then. i didn't know what is happening, why the are saying things that i've never heard before. so yea..i started to learn short phrases like "&lt;i&gt;astarghfirullahaladzim alazi la illah ha illah hu wal hayyu qayyum wa atubu ilaik&lt;/i&gt;." i remembered this was the first zikir i learned. i read it everyday when im in the bus and when i was in doing nothing like waiting for the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the tiger eventually went away. few days later, i was sitting in front of the radio. then the azan sounded. it was magrib. my mum was getting ready to solat. i was outside with my father. i looked at him. i wanted to ask something, but i think i didn't ask. the azan kinda moved me to start perform solat. i started reading the pink book,&lt;i&gt; mari sembahyang.  &lt;/i&gt;there it begins the new chapter to my life. i took  the book as my "guidance" to how to pray,may the writer of the book be blessed. amin. but He is the one who gave me the hidayah and guide me to perform the solat. i am truthfully thankful for that.:')  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdullilah now, i m just glad that i know how perform solat, recite Fatihah and know what the Quran is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-4816098531859588819?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/4816098531859588819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4816098531859588819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4816098531859588819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-past.html' title='my past'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-9064924458613300331</id><published>2010-08-18T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:17:44.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yippidie yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TGt6wijCAMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_q69meCMZWY/s1600/lame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 460px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TGt6wijCAMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_q69meCMZWY/s320/lame.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506629943716610242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;so much thing i want to write here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&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&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;this yr Ramadan like very cooling huh. rainy days. hmmmm..like Hanis said, as we grow older we start to realize that fasting is not just about abstaining ourselves from food and drinks, its about how we do it as an ibadah. preventing ourselves from following our nafsu is quite a challenge. Women wearing clothes that is mata-joloking. Guys, im sure its hard to prevent ourselves from taking a glance at them. apart from that, we take gossiping too lightly that we tend to mengumpat without realizing it. another thing is about having to control your anger. for me, i really wanna smack my brother right now. i just find him super irritating and super annoying. you can call it sibling rivalry but sometimes it comes to a point that i want him to completely disappear from my life. how i envy siblings which are very close to each other. haha i just hope my Ramadan will not be wasted on such things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&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&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;yesterday went to esplanade library to study with hanis. it was planned to be at the national library but it turns out that we cant study in the reference room. what nonsense...library so big but only a small pathetic study lounge. so yea..we went to esplanade. looking at what he is studying, i start to give second thoughts to my current course. he took culinary, which the job scope is most probably a chef. mine,  there is a variety of job opportunity, like asst nutritionist, gym instructor, p.e teacher and even a cleaner. hah..of course i can be a cleaner if i want to. what he learns is very related to his course. he works mainly with food which i really like too. for me, the modules that comes with nutrition, health and wellness course is just too hard for me to handle. chemistry and maths. the two killers that drives me to quit my current course. i dunno whether im not hardworking enough or mayb im just slow in such subjects. if this semester result is pathetic like the study lounge in bras basah lib, i am thinking of changing my course. see how la ehh..its not easy to change2 course. for now i have to put in the extra effort to do well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hmmmm..i wonder if i've went overboard. sometimes i just cant handle girls, i either freak them out or bored them to death. im slowly learning how girls think and what they expect from guys. if life comes with a manual, it would'nt be so hard. so yeaa...im looking forward for this friday and saturday. huhu ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5291172710422068243-9064924458613300331?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/9064924458613300331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/08/yippidie-yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/9064924458613300331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/9064924458613300331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/08/yippidie-yay.html' title='yippidie yay!'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TGt6wijCAMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_q69meCMZWY/s72-c/lame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-1046079842944417628</id><published>2010-08-14T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T13:38:51.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first week of holiday gonna end soon. left with 2 more weeks to catch  up on studies and preparation for final year exam after school reopens. Im gonna be dead meat if i dun start revising by next week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yea, its the fourth day of Ramadan!  of all the years, i have the feeling that this year is gonna be a special Ramadan for me. not to brag or what, but i am just glad that i was able to perform subuh prayers in congregation in masjid everyday because its school holiday. it just gives me a good start to a day and drives me to do good for the rest of the day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm..im not sure why, but i just feel much happier this pass few days. Selamat Berpuase!! :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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-1046079842944417628?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/1046079842944417628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-week-of-holiday-gonna-end-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1046079842944417628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/1046079842944417628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-week-of-holiday-gonna-end-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-2920257465698565083</id><published>2010-08-10T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:58:36.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was an eye opener. I never thought this kind of thing could happen till i saw it with my own eyes. they were blinded. i guess this is the period of their time where they make wrong decisions. i was helpless. i shld not have stayed to see them in that situation. but their stupidity gained my sympathy. but, God is Merciful. may they be given the hidayah during this holy month to realise what they did was not right..amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all Muslims out there, Happy Fasting!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-2920257465698565083?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/2920257465698565083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/08/choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2920257465698565083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2920257465698565083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/08/choices.html' title='choices'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-4114397224603538266</id><published>2010-08-03T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:40:24.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the other half</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TFbze9wnXuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GPL9C1fqMRs/s1600/345688-fbtree-against-sky-with-heart-shaped-cloud-posters1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500851708179734242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TFbze9wnXuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GPL9C1fqMRs/s320/345688-fbtree-against-sky-with-heart-shaped-cloud-posters1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sometimes, emptiness just creeps to my heart. whispering to me that im in need of someone, someone special. that other half of me. where is she? I've heard once, "God created us in pairs." just wish she could come to my life right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;but yea. not so empty la my heart. i've got friends to share problems with. but then, i just wanna feel that love u noe. the genuine care and concern of a girl whom u love and she loves you more. relationships does'nt mean you have to rub each other's hand or neglect each other's duty as a Muslim. if there's a will, insyaallah there's a way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey. lets pray that Allah lightens the burden of our Muslim friends in Pakistan who were struck with the disastrous flood. amin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5291172710422068243-4114397224603538266?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/4114397224603538266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/08/other-half.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4114397224603538266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4114397224603538266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/08/other-half.html' title='the other half'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TFbze9wnXuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GPL9C1fqMRs/s72-c/345688-fbtree-against-sky-with-heart-shaped-cloud-posters1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-8624777732743810058</id><published>2010-07-31T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:16:13.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back to blogging! sorry for the disappearance yaw. haha..quite hyper now, just came back from orchard with hanis yaqub faizul and shahidah. had great time together. just getting our minds away from school. and yeaa..YOG break coming really soon. cant wait for it. the best part of it is that it is during the month of ramadhan. hopefully i can make use of that. my hope for this year's ramadhan is to be better than last year. make sense? hah..means i want to be extra careful this year during fasting. to avoid unecessary pahala deduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo..wad to update about. oh yea. about school. remembered last time before enrolling into a poly. what i heard from seniors was " dun worry..poly life very slack one" and " there's no such thing as homework in poly". these are just few "advice" from seniors. now, i'll say those advice are bullshit. its really a fast paced life in poly, lectures dun really care, assignments are flowing like a waterfall and subjects just gets tougher. so be prepared if you want to enter poly. another thing is that food are much more expensive. unless u are the lot of money wan then can laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. now some things about my social life. in school, there are some emotional outrage that recently occured in my class. one of my classmate had argument with her family and she just broke down to tears during class. kinda sad seeing such situation. me and other friends just provide a listening ear. and about other things. i found that nobody can replace my best friends.just hope our friendship last till my last breathe. amin.  and yea..there is this girl in my class, who recently just lost her father. she really make me realise how important family are.&lt;br /&gt; u never really appreciate the presence of that someone till u lose them forever. keeping that in mind, i've always wanted to hug and  kiss my mum, but nvr did so. just shy..or never seen my brother doing it. the first person i saw doing it was hanis. so loving towards his mother. i wish i could be like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea..tnx for still visiting my blog. see you in the next post. may peace be upon you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-8624777732743810058?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/8624777732743810058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-to-blogging-sorry-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/8624777732743810058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/8624777732743810058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-to-blogging-sorry-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-556683950199702255</id><published>2010-07-12T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:59:37.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe this is gonna be one of the toughest weeks yet. everyone seems to be falling ill in my class. imagine 3 weeks, with unending assignments. teachers have gone bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still okay. not so depressed. just have got to stay away from railings in sp which looks tempting enough to end everything by jumping over. chey, like real only. ASSignments, u can can kiss my ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;soo, had dikir performance last week. have vvip, international students. the song is stuck in my head right now. it goes like this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anak tekak jalak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tak jemu lalak, syamsiah merangkak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kuku sangkak, tijak alas hijau katak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i dunno wad the song means but its nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;last sunday, went out with Hans and Blingqubz. we ate tulang at beach road! had lots of laughter and flying plates there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thats about it..chalo bete :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-556683950199702255?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/556683950199702255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/07/maybe-this-is-gonna-be-one-of-toughest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/556683950199702255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/556683950199702255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/07/maybe-this-is-gonna-be-one-of-toughest.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-3448096176955356812</id><published>2010-07-01T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T23:33:07.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eclipse.</title><content type='html'>i wanna be like Edward Cullen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from watchin eclipse! its a must watch i tell you. i think im gonna be a fanatic of twilight. watching Bella and Edward in their scenes just gives me this breezy feeling..like im really in the forest admiring their affection.&lt;br /&gt;soo..come back to reality..haha. last weekend i had sang singa purba camp. (performing arts group) though there were only about 12 campers, the camp was still a blast! learned lots of new things such zapin, traditional music and theatrical drama. had gala night where we are suppose to wear our secondary sch uniform and dance all night long.i just did the aerobic moves though.and...i won the "paling jambu" award! maybe beacause of my butt.really had fun during the camp.&lt;br /&gt;thenn..school starts. had 3 mst, done and over with. so far results are fine. and ya, Dikir is having lots and lots of performance this coming month. soo..yea..the tiresome dikir training again. wanna go silat but..dikir has less and less people coming. just hope it wont die off. so much for..kembalinyaaaa putraaa~~ bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, im a happy guy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-3448096176955356812?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/3448096176955356812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclipse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3448096176955356812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3448096176955356812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclipse.html' title='eclipse.'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-2181987656727816916</id><published>2010-06-20T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T01:56:47.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open your eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;imagine yourself in a near-death situation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything that you've work for in your life is going to leave you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing gonna stay on with you, except for all the deeds that you've done here on earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You would be desperate to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beg forgiveness from friends, relatives, family, anyone that you've have wronged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Donate whatever you have to the needy, even if you are left with nothing, cos u noe its nt gonna be of any use anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kiss your mother's cheek for the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;perform your last solat even when you are not able to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hear the last azan in your life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Read and feel the Quran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;forgive all the misdeed that people have done to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love those who you hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list could go on forever. fear of death, is something that can really open your eyes and make us realise our life's purpose. we have our flaws. sometimes we just need someone to remind us where we've gone wrong. so lets remind each other okay friends? :)&lt;br /&gt;Right now, im pening banget about unfinished reports and other school stuffs. so yea...thanks for reading, till the next post! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-2181987656727816916?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/2181987656727816916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/06/open-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2181987656727816916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2181987656727816916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/06/open-your-eyes.html' title='open your eyes.'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-7338372963677455551</id><published>2010-06-18T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T08:41:14.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wujud.</title><content type='html'>silat camp was a blast! make lots of new friends, had some unforgetable memories, and yea, really enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the unforgetable memory. it was supposed to be a nightwalk i heard, but they changed it to something similar like "wujud", where we campers were placed in somewhere dark and secluded for 2 hours. boys alone, girls in pairs. when they first annouced about the activity, i already had shivers thinking about it. worst, one of the seniors shared his terrifying stories about how he was disturbed by a ghost in sp just before the activity. so yea..they gave us a lightstick and we were brought to our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was placed beside a staircase. the feeling....i tell  you beb..tak leh angs! the lightstick became my bestfriend. i stared at the lightstick, the lightstick stared back at me.first few minutes, i tried to keep cool by reciting some verses and think about the loved ones..it really distracted me from imagining things. so yea..situation became less tense. heard some noises, footsteps and all.&lt;br /&gt;minutes passed and some seniors came to check on me. i was still breathing, so no worries.1 hour or so passed..and i became from scared to bored. i tried hard not to sleep even though i snoozed a few times. then finally 2 angels came to take me away.(the seniors). very relieved that it was over. heard how the other campers were terrified by home-made ghosts. like usual, i just listened to their fascinating stories..i kept mum cause i had no extraordinary stories to share. so yea..i was not disturbed, good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it i guess. thanks for reading..love you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-7338372963677455551?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/7338372963677455551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/06/wujud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7338372963677455551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/7338372963677455551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/06/wujud.html' title='wujud.'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-2213030616843883342</id><published>2010-06-11T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:53:32.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;MST week is over. Dikir barat competition is over.here comes the term break.Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MST. its not officially over actually, cos i still 3 more test to go. its okay, glad the hard ones are done and over with, which is maths and chemistry. im confident of a pass. soo..there's 5 reports to be done and there's a cookin competition on the 24th. life just gets harder, but i'll just face with a smileee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dikir barat. Glad that it is over but still i miss the training sessions so much. the pain and laughter we shared together, its a memory i'll cherish bro. all the hard work and Keturunan Putra got an overall placing of 4th. something im really proud of cos i really i enjoyed that 10 mins on the stage doing something i never thought i was able to do. so yeaa..im still a happy guy after the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481544601262948594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TBJbxbq9API/AAAAAAAAAEw/VQ8M3j5Ffi4/s320/dikir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silat camp is coming really soon. looking forward for a great 3 day 2 nights. good day friends.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-2213030616843883342?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/2213030616843883342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/06/mst-week-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2213030616843883342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2213030616843883342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/06/mst-week-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/TBJbxbq9API/AAAAAAAAAEw/VQ8M3j5Ffi4/s72-c/dikir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-3089764568279083629</id><published>2010-05-28T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T22:52:51.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holding on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pheww...one week has passed and i was down for 2 days. I had quite a heavy migraine. During one of the tutorials, I even slept on the floor and the lecturer can’t be bothered. Maybe she did’nt even noticed I was snoozing under the table...haha. so i went to see the doctor yesterday. My queue number was so far away. The migraine attacked me again and i was too weak to handle it. Being not in the right state of mind, i just lay my body at the corner of the clinic. Everyone passing by gave me  a weird look. Then one kind achi came and lift me up. She asked me whether she can have my queue number so that she can ask the doctor to call me up immediately. I’ll never forget her kindness. She told me everyone outside was scared seeing me lying down there, some even thought i was drunk...haha. Alhamdulillah, am recovering already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dikir barat. Training everyday just gives me this sucky feeling. I know competition is next sat 5 jun, but i m just not ready for such a big event. I came in and i noe nothing about dikir, the next thing i noe is that they are sending names for competition. I think they should be more patient, build a good team, then send people for comp. Now what they are having are just few experienced people with mostly freshies who just came to know how dikir is like. Selection is next Monday or Tuesday. I dun really look forward to being selected . but if selected, then i’ll do my best to bring glory for Keturunan Putra!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-3089764568279083629?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/3089764568279083629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/05/holding-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3089764568279083629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/3089764568279083629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/05/holding-on.html' title='holding on'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-2215384122121901520</id><published>2010-05-25T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:34:24.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Can’t accept reality?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who cares? Nothing is gonna change it. You have to face it bro. Even when u think its impossible to reach ur dreams, u can always dream another dream. But it’s hard to dream a new dream...because, the previous dream is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no ordinary dream&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;A new dream? It’s somehow, undreamable.&lt;/em&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/5291172710422068243-2215384122121901520?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/2215384122121901520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2215384122121901520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/2215384122121901520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-81961775391852647</id><published>2010-05-23T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:47:35.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living as it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s the last day of the week. And i slacked the whole day. Firstly, i woke up around 1pm. Then sat down at my bed thinking whether i should go to school for the silat event. End up snoozing again and woke up at 3. So i missed it. Lesson learnt, never make decisions on your bed, especially when u just woke up. Really wanted to go.but yeaa its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soo..its gonna be a tough week ahead with mid semester test around the corner. And I heard dikir training is gonna be held every day from next week onwards as the competition is just about 2 weeks away. Its okay..i’ll just smile my way through these tough weeks. I hope my body can take it and won’t fall sick. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the right choice and im just in a fantasy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-81961775391852647?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/81961775391852647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/05/living-as-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/81961775391852647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/81961775391852647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/05/living-as-it-is.html' title='living as it is.'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-590322247574799015</id><published>2010-05-15T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T17:34:40.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/S-5i-1PtcaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/w6v9p2qVM6I/s1600/Picture0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471419428886114722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/S-5i-1PtcaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/w6v9p2qVM6I/s320/Picture0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i say hey! what a wonderful kind of day! if we could learn to work and play! and get along with each other. (theme song of the cartoon, hey arthur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;so..in a happy mood today. had a wonderful dream last night, and it felt soo real. did not want to wake up, but have to because of training. wanna know  what i dreamt? well..it involves two person in the park, seating down, having a great time, holding hands. yeaa..its just a dream beb. people say what you dream would usually happen the opposite. syirik la sume ni ehh..tak leh percaye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Had Draga training just now..it was scorching hot beb. lucky i brought a cap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;To say, i am proud to be in Draga. the bond that is created, can never be broken, Insyaallah. soo..theres a lot of assignment waiting to be completed. lot of revision to be done. and theres dikir on monday! this is what keeps me going beb. something that makes you be grateful for life and not live by the mercy of grades, expectations and money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;so far..im doing fine in school. and i am glad i joined the malay language camp. through there, I met many wonderful and blessed people and i  learned to become a better Muslim.  soo..Malays coming to sp nxt yr, pls come for the Malay language camp, its worth every second of ur life. :) thats all folks..sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-590322247574799015?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/590322247574799015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/590322247574799015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/590322247574799015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-world.html' title='Hey world!'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/S-5i-1PtcaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/w6v9p2qVM6I/s72-c/Picture0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-8290928352998139699</id><published>2010-05-13T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:14:52.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kisah kasih</title><content type='html'>you know how crushes can really make you excited one moment and feel down not long after that?  well..you just have to face it. when the person you have crushed on suddenly came out of the toilet and you were coincidencely passing by the toilet and she said something to you. like hey! hello! hearing the voice can really make you feel high high high. then u might say to urself, "aiseymannn.. she just made my day beb". and you smiled the whole day, thinking how wonderful it would be to be with him/her. then u would pass by the toilet everyday, hoping for a dejavu. but then, reality gave u a pinch in the nipple. u realise she/he was older than u. and start thinking, am i mature enough for her/him? am i good looking enough for her/him?  it is even possible for me to get in a relationship with her/him? soo..u sat down thinking..kinda emoing by the side. all bad thoughts came rushing while the good thoughts seems miles away. then u login ur facebook acc and scrolled for something that you think would solve ur problem momentarily. it acts as an aspirin actually. ur eyes caught what u were looking for..and all the bad thoughts suddenly disappear. U stared blankly at ur laptop's screen. and ur frens would probably say u r one loser..stalking  people on facebook. Under high influence of aspirin, u were oblivious to their remarks. u had enough, then shut down the comp. u smile again. and this goes on till the crush fades off or turn out to be a a happy ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-8290928352998139699?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/8290928352998139699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/05/kisah-kasih.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/8290928352998139699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/8290928352998139699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/05/kisah-kasih.html' title='kisah kasih'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-592819096731948140</id><published>2010-04-13T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:16:06.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/S8R2v_6ObMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rPmt8RaC5_k/s1600/km.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459619215261461698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/S8R2v_6ObMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rPmt8RaC5_k/s320/km.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/S8R2pLJdhDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QpvBXcAnBO0/s1600/kem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459619098019071026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/S8R2pLJdhDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QpvBXcAnBO0/s320/kem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Malay camp was a blast! get to know lot of new friends. picture above is my group during the camp. and we call ourselves, Biru Keliru. the tallest guy and the person holding the prize is our facilitator for the camp. in all, i miss every moment i had during the camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, school term starts next week. had orientation last monday, and i found out that...my course only got 5 guys out of 48 students. something to be happy about? hope so..haha. while my other sp friends in the engineering course are whining bcos their course have only 2 -3 girls. haha..ok2..so what..its not about the girls right? its about our diploma cert when we leave sp in 3 years time, InsyaAllah.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so..im confused  right now. i don't know whether to join track and field which will eventually help me with my course , or to join the silat or dikir barat team which im really interested in. if i were to join both, then there goes my comitment for the cca. hmm..must think about this very deeply.yea..i miss my friends so much. all go to different sch..wonder how their school's life is like. hope theirs is as great or even better than mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one more thing, i realised that i'm an awfully shy person. seeing other students who raise their voice while i kept my voice down is somewhat frustrating. i hope i will eventually overcome this shyness in time to come...because i dont want to lose out to others just because of this fear of being criticised by others. yeah! which brings me to this question, what is the cause of shyness?  to say i was the captain of jupiter and track and field team..but not a good one though. why am i still afraid to face the crowd....hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thx for reading anw...cheers! =)&lt;br /&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/5291172710422068243-592819096731948140?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/592819096731948140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/04/malay-camp-was-blast-get-to-know-lot-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/592819096731948140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/592819096731948140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/04/malay-camp-was-blast-get-to-know-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/S8R2v_6ObMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rPmt8RaC5_k/s72-c/km.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-6433256073421899058</id><published>2010-04-05T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:57:04.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;woo..! i'm off to camp tomorrow. its gonna be 4 days 3 nights in sp. decided to join malay camp called kem-bara. hope the weather wont disrupt the activities too much..but i hope it continues to rain everyday..so cooling..so nice. i like.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;soo..camp is tmr and not a single thing is packed. quite surprised when i see the kit list. no shorts and bermudas allowed. and i have no track pants. yea..so i went to jw market to buy track pants which cost only $6.90..very good deal. with that..i have everything on my kit list. so its fast game tmr. pack..eat..go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and so today is one the memorable day i ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;d, where i have my hair cut by a soon-to-be renowned chef. though he did not make a splendid dish of my hair, i still like it very much. yea..and thats about it. sawadikapp...and dont forget to eat your veggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-6433256073421899058?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/6433256073421899058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/04/woo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/6433256073421899058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/6433256073421899058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/04/woo.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-4232198835590718514</id><published>2010-03-31T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:45:35.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memoirs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; set the alarm at 6.00 but end up waking up at 1130. today's plan is to start the online maths remedial thingy prepared by spore poly which actually must be done 3 days ago..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i hope this slackiness goes away when i start the term in 3 weeks time&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454796786172965410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/S7NUxrnIMiI/AAAAAAAAADo/VsATdBW1PJw/s320/sch.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454797552634521122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/S7NVeS5zZiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/d_DmZnFO6G0/s320/raye.jpg" /&gt;i miss boon lay sec!&lt;br /&gt;i wished i was different back then . i mean..i kind of wasted my life in secondary sch. not having girlfrens..being so quiet in class..and being so nerdy..haha. i still remembered my first crush..and i was dumb enuf to ignore her when she ardy likes me just because mid year exam was ard the corner. then there was my first time saying the meaningful 3 words to a girl face to face. i was mighty proud when i did that..but yea..nothing happens after that. it was meaningless to her. who cares...its over. then i came to know this very special person named Muhd Rafie. did'nt know he was my neighbour back then. he is the person who reminds me of Allah..and that is the bestest friend someone can have. syukur. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;then i remembered surya asking me to join draga..and i was abit hesistant..because..i was not good at soccer. but yea..i joined. i came for my first training in long pants..everyone kind of giving me the 'apehal sey ni budak main bola pakai sluar panjang " look. lesson learnt..and i wore shorts for the next trg. this is where i met hanis and the gang. honestly..my life changed after hanging around with them after some times..in a good way i mean. i had a more enjoyable and meaningful life after that. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454808725953493906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/S7Nfoqwou5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/-8_Yo_QhYGE/s320/draga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-4232198835590718514?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/4232198835590718514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/03/memoirs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4232198835590718514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4232198835590718514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/03/memoirs.html' title='memoirs'/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/S7NUxrnIMiI/AAAAAAAAADo/VsATdBW1PJw/s72-c/sch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-9164573481681335220</id><published>2010-03-29T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:14:05.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it's not April yet! and i've got my own laptop. pity my mum having to buy it for me. thats why i am gonna be a good son and excel in my studies and  make her proud one day. kinda weird having my own laptop..haha. but yea..Alhamdullilah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;feeling tired this pass few days. must be the gym session with biggidy blingqubz, plus working double shifts on weekend. Gonna catch up on my sleep and i'll be fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so it is monday! the day most student probably hate most. started my day with mcDonald's $2.50 meal. then went to the place where makciks and nyonyas and achis gather to buy grocery. today's menu was stir fried kang kong and tom yum talay.(seafood in thai). so bought some kang kongs and prawns and headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;went to sch to collect my testimonial. so happy to see ms chong..haha. manage to give her a wave..she was too busy counselling ppl..as usual. yea..and so march is coming to an end..so is this post..haha. thnx for visiting. feel free to tag..tc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-9164573481681335220?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/9164573481681335220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-not-april-yet-and-ive-got-my-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/9164573481681335220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/9164573481681335220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-not-april-yet-and-ive-got-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-4952812067810990396</id><published>2010-03-17T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:11:40.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i thought i'd never see the computer screen till i get my own laptop in april. quite lucky today get to use my bro's laptop. so much to write but not that necessary i think. just the norm, go work, go out with friends. yeaa..and currently im working at siam kitchen. no more balithai, i seem to hate that name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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:small;"&gt;glad to have friends like them, Hanis Rafie Yaqub and Faizul. no need for girlfriend. what are they for? kissing, rubbing, hold hand and God knows wad. nah..not ready for that. poly is starting soon and im gonna study hard. there will be a lot of distractions for sure. legs..legs..and more legs. haha..just kidding. but kinda true. besides the legs..there's gonna be new friends, new teachers..new sports. i cant wait for that.&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:small;"&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:small;"&gt;shorts are getting shorter. hot is getting hotter. and death is getting nearer day by day. so forget about things that make you regret coming out of your mother's womb. and lets not waste the effort of the sperm that speeds through the ovum to bring life to what we are now. if ure tired of life, then get urself away from people. as u walk, look down to the ground and think. there is where im gonna be for the rest of my life. syukur, we are still above the ground. so treasure life. treasure the air that we are breathing. treasure the people around u who laughs at ur jokes, who listens when u talk and those who sacrifice just to see the smile on your face. &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:small;"&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:small;"&gt;yeaaa..thanks for reading. till the next post..love life!&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:small;"&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:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5291172710422068243-4952812067810990396?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/4952812067810990396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-thought-id-never-see-computer-screen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4952812067810990396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/4952812067810990396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-thought-id-never-see-computer-screen.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291172710422068243.post-919757632100544279</id><published>2010-02-03T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:20:21.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yay! finally i get to use the laptop. this laptop belongs to my brother. he is busy wif his project this pass few days..so i dun have the chance to use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and sooo...i got the course that i wanted. woohoo..! Alhamdulillah. so my next institution would be Singapore Polytechnic. I dun think its gonna be an easy ride..theres gonna be lots of assignments and project..from what i see my bro is doing. As long as i have these two hands to hold for my prayers..InsyaAllah..i will get through this and get my diploma and work my way to perhaps become a p.e teacher or fitness instructor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeaa..so i went to sentosa yesterday with Hanis and Faizul. just went there to check out whats new there..resorts world has just opened and the place is great..for the rich. but then again..its mainly for the tourist...so yea..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433912263896816770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/S2kiafY1XII/AAAAAAAAADg/uAy6JwATeRk/s320/DSC00309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after that we went to siloso beach..and enjoy the great view by the bay...ehem2...haha..we watched as the sun set and then its home sweet  home.&lt;/span&gt;......thanks for reading! =)&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/5291172710422068243-919757632100544279?l=shafieshafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/feeds/919757632100544279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay-finally-i-get-to-use-laptop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/919757632100544279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291172710422068243/posts/default/919757632100544279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shafieshafie.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay-finally-i-get-to-use-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>Shafie Hussein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09156270365256354990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmeu7M1J2ko/S2kiafY1XII/AAAAAAAAADg/uAy6JwATeRk/s72-c/DSC00309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
