<?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-9222588256659420679</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:42:16.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful You</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-3671201588124076427</id><published>2011-03-06T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:43:05.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like crying a river.</title><content type='html'>Owh my God....ya Allah, I'm begging You to bestow me strength... a load of strength...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I'm so down right now...so immersed with my own sad-feeling..I'm ashamed, felt like a stupid..I'm an arsehole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh how I miss Abah and Ummi. They're not in Malaysia right now. In Istanbul I guess, freezing--Ummi told me in her message. My God...I miss her so much. She used to be my shoulder to cry on. Now, I have to rely on myself. I have to be independent. Handle my own emotions myself. But, can I? I don't think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Maybe I need to buy those "La Tahzan's books"..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-3671201588124076427?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/3671201588124076427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=3671201588124076427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/3671201588124076427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/3671201588124076427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2011/03/feels-like-crying-river.html' title='Feels like crying a river.'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-7669022480770841929</id><published>2011-03-04T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T20:08:07.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change The World!</title><content type='html'>All of this time, I've tried hard to be an ordinary girl, a moderate one. But I had enough this time. I want to be extraordinary. I want to be more than more! If 'weirdo' would be the result from this goal, what the hell! I don't care! Ever heard, "aim higher will get you just below it"? So, if you aim lower than higher or lower than lower, you'll be forgotten or even worst, perished. Not much you can do to spread your name (priority on your religion) to entire world. So, think out of the box and start changing the world! Go for it girl! ^______^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-7669022480770841929?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/7669022480770841929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=7669022480770841929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/7669022480770841929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/7669022480770841929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2011/03/change-world.html' title='Change The World!'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-6479963890109194631</id><published>2011-03-04T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T18:17:22.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go! Halal  4/3/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFfN6MW02wE/TXGbeY3bQ4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/w9_DrB_Cavw/s1600/183801_203930262952709_100000072102893_841012_1210549_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFfN6MW02wE/TXGbeY3bQ4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/w9_DrB_Cavw/s320/183801_203930262952709_100000072102893_841012_1210549_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580412359662060418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assalamualaikum brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah. Thanks to Allah for His blessing on our talk yesterday. Go! Halal fully organized by Halal Industry Development Corporation Sdn. Bhd. (HDC) and Institute of Halal Research and Management (IHRAM) Universiti Sains Islam Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk had started 15 minutes late because of the audience keep increasing in number. We decided to wait first. Then, the ceremony started with doa recital and straight to the speaker from HDC, Ustaz Muhammad Elyas Harun. He's a trainer for HDC and quite experienced with the halal world. He's a petite guy with a crystal clear face, so cute until some of his previous audience said, he's a school boy (But of course minus the beard. That would be odd.  &gt;.&lt;"). Then, he was like, giving the talk about what is halal and what is haram and so on. So interesting but most of it, we already knew by heart. Almost 80% of it. But it's okay. A refreshing memory would be nice. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a wave of school kids came in! Too many until the DKF (Faculty's Lecture Hall) was fulled with white, green and blue apparels! So reminds me of my schoolhood with all those white clothes. But glad the 'wave' came, because Ustaz Elyas asked the audience about something that the schoolers remember. Hehehe.. God, the kids saved us! Hehehehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the talk stopped when the lunch bell (from our own stomach) rang. In a nut shell, I undoubtedly would call the event as a success! But once again, Alhamdulillah. It's Allah's will, the event was a success. Thank you Allah! I love You!  ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/s: For those who want the halal widget from HDC as posted on the right side of my blog, you can copy and paste the URL from &lt;a href="http://www.hdcglobal.com/publisher/widget"&gt;this website&lt;/a&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/9222588256659420679-6479963890109194631?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/6479963890109194631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=6479963890109194631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/6479963890109194631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/6479963890109194631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2011/03/go-halal-4311.html' title='Go! Halal  4/3/11'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFfN6MW02wE/TXGbeY3bQ4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/w9_DrB_Cavw/s72-c/183801_203930262952709_100000072102893_841012_1210549_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-3517969060293119355</id><published>2011-02-27T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T03:54:46.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jual Ikan.</title><content type='html'>1. Maybe I'm too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't even care&lt;/span&gt; about someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too busy&lt;/span&gt; focusing on my own thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't know much&lt;/span&gt; about someone's life except mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 5 stirring in my mind right now.  =.="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-3517969060293119355?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/3517969060293119355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=3517969060293119355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/3517969060293119355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/3517969060293119355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2011/02/jual-ikan.html' title='Jual Ikan.'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-6680177166409009200</id><published>2011-02-25T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:26:31.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Ayam Penyet - Penyet Ayam~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haiya-haiya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berikut adalah gelagat geng-geng BST kat restoran Ayam Penyet berdekatan dengan Giant, Nilai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uaSlk7ZXOiQ/TWfVglDJl1I/AAAAAAAAALA/xwAaCFYkidE/s1600/Photo0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uaSlk7ZXOiQ/TWfVglDJl1I/AAAAAAAAALA/xwAaCFYkidE/s320/Photo0062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577661419199502162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Air Lemon yang tobat saya takkan order dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2OAUtKhvCkY/TWfVg4K20-I/AAAAAAAAALI/vASLQeXL6DA/s1600/Photo0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2OAUtKhvCkY/TWfVg4K20-I/AAAAAAAAALI/vASLQeXL6DA/s320/Photo0063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577661424332100578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K.pah dah tak sabar nak menyerang nasi ayamnya. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ogccW5OMMR8/TWfVhEr7DtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CGx6_lhAZeA/s1600/Photo0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ogccW5OMMR8/TWfVhEr7DtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CGx6_lhAZeA/s320/Photo0064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577661427692015314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gambar di kedai ni boleh menimbulkan kemarahan PM Chek. Ada cross contamination kat situ ye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uY8CpXKOZY0/TWfVhcA6bNI/AAAAAAAAALY/k2dDHzUGb3c/s1600/Photo0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uY8CpXKOZY0/TWfVhcA6bNI/AAAAAAAAALY/k2dDHzUGb3c/s320/Photo0065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577661433954069714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ni dalam proses men-coverkan diri. Masam giler kot Lemon Ice tu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8ub3_gpweo/TWfVhu4xVDI/AAAAAAAAALg/38O8Mto0y3k/s1600/Photo0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8ub3_gpweo/TWfVhu4xVDI/AAAAAAAAALg/38O8Mto0y3k/s320/Photo0066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577661439020192818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alolor...tomei2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--yYzd7hz19o/TWfV4lJ7H9I/AAAAAAAAALo/HPOVHnGqCQY/s1600/Photo0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--yYzd7hz19o/TWfV4lJ7H9I/AAAAAAAAALo/HPOVHnGqCQY/s320/Photo0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577661831544774610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehehe..DJ kawal kecomelannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8edRJi5pR0A/TWfV41pMI4I/AAAAAAAAALw/QO-f7CM8XPE/s1600/Photo0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8edRJi5pR0A/TWfV41pMI4I/AAAAAAAAALw/QO-f7CM8XPE/s320/Photo0075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577661835970880386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~Antara gambar gedik K.Ne~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak! Sorang lagi takde dalam gambar! K.Lin! Hehehe...Sowy la..Hehehe. Owh, yang lain tu ade je. Tapi tak ikut pegi Giant. Muni dan Ijat ade kat rumah mereka. Teng balik Kelantan~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian saya melaporkan aktiviti Geng2 BST.&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/9222588256659420679-6680177166409009200?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/6680177166409009200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=6680177166409009200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/6680177166409009200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/6680177166409009200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2011/02/ayam-penyet-penyet-ayam.html' title='~Ayam Penyet - Penyet Ayam~'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uaSlk7ZXOiQ/TWfVglDJl1I/AAAAAAAAALA/xwAaCFYkidE/s72-c/Photo0062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-6793663975355474353</id><published>2011-02-25T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T07:59:38.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Made-Kotatsu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know that Kotatsu is the best thing for Japanese when the winter came? Or you don't even know what is Kotatsu? Well, it's okay. Actually I'm in a super duper good mood tonight! Which means I'm willing to google up the best definition for Kotatsu! Hehehehe...So, here's the definition. Taken from Wikipedia (the most famous but not so reliable stock of definitions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"A kotatsu (|炬燵 ) is a low, wooden table frame covered by a futon, or heavy blanket, upon which a table top sits. Underneath is a heat source, often  built into the table itself. Kotatsu are used almost exclusively in  Japan, although a similar product called a korsi is also used in Iran."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, get the idea of what is Kotatsu actually? Okay, so here we go. I'm in Malaysia now and I've made my own Kotatsu out from my futon and my study table! Sugoi (means great!)!! Hahaha..But what the hell I want from this self-made Kotatsu actually? Hmm...you know, Malaysia has a very beautiful weather. Sometimes it is cold, mild cold, hot, very hot and lots more! They are tremendously calming! Its tropical climate will keep you wondering whether it will be cold or hot or mild of both! But usually, the native Malaysians will know, when would be the coldest days and the hottest days by just looking at the sky! Great isn't it? Okay, back to our business, the Kotatsu! Because of the cold night (literally when raining at night), I shall use the Kotatsu to warm up my lower limbs. Ahh...it is so soothing. I've uploaded the pictures of the so called Kotatsu with my Bebear, hanging to it, cutely! (the quality of the pictures is bad. Gomenne~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxPMQMDW_z8/TWfOihINVTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jnPlktxqMRM/s1600/Photo0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxPMQMDW_z8/TWfOihINVTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jnPlktxqMRM/s320/Photo0058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577653755925321010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~This is Bebear with the Kotatsu on my bed~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RqHB1a5HBWY/TWfMWF_qUCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jERbgaoQ9zw/s1600/Photo0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RqHB1a5HBWY/TWfMWF_qUCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jERbgaoQ9zw/s320/Photo0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577651343460028450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~Let us take a zoom on this shameless Bebear~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xVVIItRS_U/TWfMWdWskXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iMt92yCtkqE/s1600/Photo0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xVVIItRS_U/TWfMWdWskXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iMt92yCtkqE/s320/Photo0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577651349730660722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~Yai! We are so close with this hairy thing! Owh, forgot the limelight should be given to the Kotatsu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozJzODDiAzc/TWfMWlkHnwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/n7YNEP-wbQ0/s1600/Photo0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozJzODDiAzc/TWfMWlkHnwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/n7YNEP-wbQ0/s320/Photo0060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577651351934443266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~At the eyes of Bebear~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yw0Kv1l0l6U/TWfMW2gmY-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/Xe8YgcCf6WU/s1600/photo0034_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yw0Kv1l0l6U/TWfMW2gmY-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/Xe8YgcCf6WU/s320/photo0034_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577651356483085282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~So this is all about Bebear. The limelight is always on Bebear.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for your time wasted on this wasteful stuff. I'm no good in making a good entry. But I will learn hard! I promise!!  Huhuhuhu  &gt;.&lt;"&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/9222588256659420679-6793663975355474353?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/6793663975355474353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=6793663975355474353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/6793663975355474353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/6793663975355474353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2011/02/self-made-kotatsu.html' title='Self-Made-Kotatsu!'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxPMQMDW_z8/TWfOihINVTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jnPlktxqMRM/s72-c/Photo0058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-8862912713337797343</id><published>2011-02-22T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T07:01:56.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is hardly a movie, girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2WlIsH1af0/TWPPh1klOKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/88eSIF5cp7Q/s1600/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2WlIsH1af0/TWPPh1klOKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/88eSIF5cp7Q/s320/life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576528943837952162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the time, I think, if my life was a movie, probably it will not hit the box office. Why? Because, there are less adrenaline rush moment in it. To make one, I wish I have a good tough legs to climb the cloud-grazing mountain and scream on the top of my lungs until my voice going to berserk. And then running down with no string attached with an unbelievable velocity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet, Tom Cruise can never did that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, I can rob someones heart for a romance movie-type. I will make him falls for me by all ways and he end up saying, "Will you marry me?" Then I'll say "I do...not want you!" And straightly go home, leaving him behind with a knee on the ground and hands held up  a box of ring. To make it more dramatically, I'll splash his face with water by the lake - full with algae and something nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owh&lt;/span&gt;, my. This has nothing to do with romance. Okay. I know, I know. Rewind back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said 'I do' and suddenly my father came with a gun, maybe M16, wanting badly to shoot him (and me tragically) over and over until there's no form of human that can be traced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I know, I did it again. I overdid the story right? Can we just skip the romance stuff? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt;, it is really not the type that I can handle, perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's see...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owh&lt;/span&gt; yeah! A comedy one! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;..I do comedy. Maybe I can be a joker in a big castle? Daily, I will come by and tickling the King's belly with a lot of jokes until the King died from laughter. The King before died, had inherited me his wealth so thus his kingdom. I'm ruling the kingdom with no tirany involved.Then, suddenly a beautiful, handsome guy came by and claimed he's the only son of the deceased King. Because of the hard-to-resist face of him, I made him my servant. The laundry, dishes and all the chores, he did it without any complain. Out of the blue, when he's on duty, I found out that he's too much burdened by the chores (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yela&lt;/span&gt;..because of the BIG castle, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kesian pulak&lt;/span&gt;), so me as the King of the castle, took him as the Queen. Eh? Does it sounds weird? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahh..pedulik laaa..&lt;/span&gt;And we live happily ever after. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owh baru perasan.&lt;/span&gt; This is not even a comedy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owh&lt;/span&gt;! The motivational movie sounds convincing! Okay, here's the catch. Me as a coach of basket ball team. One of the guys from the team gave up his chance to be in that team because he wants his weak-yet-so-not-worth-a-penny-brother to be scooped into the team because the preliminary is so strict. The sick boy always want to be included in every single things that his brother's in. I don't know why this is happening, maybe because the sick boy has the inferior + jealousy covered up his head.  So, what I did to manage the boys? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...I trained the team+sick boy (openly) and also the healthy but pity boy (secretly). I trained them hard. Then, in a real tournament, suddenly the sick boy collapsed and die right away on the court. And my team desperately needs someone to replace the corpse player. I pledged the umpires to accept the healthy boy with anything that a coach can do; kneeing, crying, dancing (?), singing (??). At last, the umpires agreed with the replacement. Then, the healthy boy played well enough to make his team a champion for that year. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoooo!! With that, I can snatch the Oscar Award Trophy away from Sandra Bullock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go. I have to read Food Law and Safety notes for tomorrow's test! See ya on the next entry! Bubye~&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/9222588256659420679-8862912713337797343?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/8862912713337797343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=8862912713337797343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/8862912713337797343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/8862912713337797343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-is-hardly-movie-girl.html' title='Life is hardly a movie, girl.'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2WlIsH1af0/TWPPh1klOKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/88eSIF5cp7Q/s72-c/life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-3830012824892086860</id><published>2011-02-16T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T04:38:52.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's boring. So don't read.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jo0yqbG3BvI/TVyMNZG9nOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kizOqdH6WqA/s1600/busy+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574484600484109538" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 275px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jo0yqbG3BvI/TVyMNZG9nOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kizOqdH6WqA/s320/busy%2Bgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need 8 more pairs of hands, hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a hectic weeks and still survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no idea of what kept me to be strong to bear the Tsunami of works. But I guess it's Allah's helps and a bit of determination. Thank you Allah for the helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm...what makes me busy these weeks, huh? Okay, hold on tight! Coz, this gonna be a blast one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3....2....1.....GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on this weekend will be having an oratory at Monash Uni at Sunway. But before that we (me and Mar) have to search the topics related and practice harder for the sake of our own Uni, USIM! Then, on next week we will be attacked by several midterm exams (God!!!) for Food Analysis, Food Biotechnology and Food Law and Safety subjects!! If it's not worth for you guys to pant along with we, then have this one; me and my team (MILLAH II) have to fundraising (or should I call it collecting money?) for our grand trip to Abu Dhabi held in next year, 2012. In the fundraising, we have to sell anything to generate our income. We have to collect about RM8k for each of us. Scary yet, maybe it's worth it, coz...hey it's Abu Dhabi! Then aside from nudging our face to Student Welfare Centre and also the TNC's office, we have to held a seminar 2 Biotechnology concept programmes such as Go Halal and all the stuff. Huh...next! Owh! Thesis proposal! Owh my Goodness! I haven't done anything yet about that, yet it's just around the corner! My head kept buzzing around the MILLAH II stuffs and I never saw it coming near and near. Owh KUWAYO (it's scared in Japanese)! Hmm...what else? Ahha..the Product Development subject. We have to create a food product based on what we've learned through for the past 5 semesters. Owh Em Gee, right? Hahaha...we have to recall what we've learned and it's tiring. But still it's a fun thing to do thou. Yeah, sit in your team and keep discussing until the final result is obtained. Now, we are doing beta-testing own our product-to-be; tempeh cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shuuvit! It's nearly 11 o'clock! I have to run to Faculty of Leadership and Management to attend Quality Assurance's class! See you in other entry! Goodbye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: Please don't be me. I mean, manage your time wisely. Don't do the last-minute-thingy okay~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-3830012824892086860?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/3830012824892086860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=3830012824892086860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/3830012824892086860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/3830012824892086860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-boring-so-dont-read.html' title='It&apos;s boring. So don&apos;t read.'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jo0yqbG3BvI/TVyMNZG9nOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kizOqdH6WqA/s72-c/busy%2Bgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-6791057863247462149</id><published>2011-02-05T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:55:02.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not perfect. Okay, I got it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TU42_ZHnJyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fGjq29jnDjc/s1600/Zaujani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TU42_ZHnJyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fGjq29jnDjc/s320/Zaujani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570450251806353186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there I said. I'm not perfect in being a good girl for a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 minutes earlier I've done browsing/stalking my friend's wedding day's pictures. And I was like "eh...sweet nyer!! Suke2! Bler la leh jmpe boy mcm ni plak." . She (dentist-to-be) married to a doc-to-be. Both are pious and have crystal-clear faces. As my mind floating around thinking/dreaming about my dream boy, something popped my dreaming balloon. Hurt by the act, I stuttered. I kept my eyes linger around me. Right here, right now, I'm listening to Rihanna's songs, lazying on my bed, Facebook-ing like tomorrow Mark Zuckerberg will close down his company and a little attention to when my homework will be done. My mind said, can I be like her? Am I qualified enough to be 'marketed' to pious man as a wife? CAN I? Well, as Allah said in Al-Quran (An-Nur 24:26) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bad statements are for bad people (or bad women for bad men) an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;d bad  people for bad statements (or bad men for bad women). Good statements  are for good people (or good women for good men) and good people for  good statements (or good men for good women), such (good people) are  innocent of (each and every) bad statement which they say, for them is  Forgiveness, and Rizqun Karim (generous provision i.e.Paradise).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I've heard this verse years ago. But all I did is just heard  it and it is faded away just like a wind. Nothing I did to 'renovate' myself to a better person. I calculated the probability of pious men wanting not-so-pious women as wives; low and nearly none, maybe. It is not well-proven but I think it's true. Yeah, they need wives who make them less-sinned in hereafter. What I meant here is, if a good woman married a good man, then the responsibility for that man to guide the woman is small since the woman does know how to control herself from committing any mungkar@sinful acts. That's what I thought. What about yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Owh, that's bullshit, Faqihah!", some might said. So, what is your stand? A good girl gonna get good boy and vice versa? Or it will go naturally like these days? Like, SOMETIMES, a good girl will get not-so-good boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am. Still listening to songs that totally be hated by them, by the good guys. Frustration got me off-guard. Ahh...how am I supposed to do? Ottoke....&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/9222588256659420679-6791057863247462149?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/6791057863247462149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=6791057863247462149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/6791057863247462149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/6791057863247462149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-not-perfect-okay-i-got-it.html' title='I&apos;m not perfect. Okay, I got it.'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TU42_ZHnJyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fGjq29jnDjc/s72-c/Zaujani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-8660348891523573989</id><published>2011-02-04T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T22:07:02.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say no to Mr. Greasy chicken!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TUvJdXEsQKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/CpdadfY-2So/s1600/fat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TUvJdXEsQKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/CpdadfY-2So/s320/fat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569766870420832418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Whenever I say "you guys" it's means a whole universe. Doesn't count whether you are Muslim or Buddhists or Christians or else. I don't care. We are humans. Built by blood in the veins, muscles underneath the skins and so on. The conclusion is; we are alike~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Okay, that is not the thing I want to share in this entry, but yeah...greeting is always important, ain't it true? So, what I want to share here regarding to the topic, Say No To Mr. Greasy Chicken!. Uhuh, that mister is always delicious and sumptuous to eat and consume either in a small amount or big. But, do you know at what level the calories from the chicken might hit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Fried Chicken (average) (batter coated/4 oz) contain 320 calories&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Fried Chicken (average) (flour coated/4 oz) contain 310 calories&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Source :&lt;a href="http://www.calorie-counter.net/"&gt;http://www.calorie-counter.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ahah! How's that huh? Too much to bare? Okay la. I'm 75 to 78kg person and 157 cm tall. Come clean is a good thing right? Tak kesah ape orang nak kate. I know I'm fat and I'm in the middle of changing myself to a better life! So, right now. My resolution for this CNY, I want to loose 5 kg in 2 weeks! Can or not, it's in Allah's hand. So, berusaha dulu then we see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For those who want to know how much calories you have to take in case you want to lose your weight, please go to this website and calculate yourself: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthyweightforum.org/eng/calculators/calories-required/"&gt;http://www.healthyweightforum.org/eng/calculators/calories-required/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt; So, Kawan2!! Volume up fruits and vege intake! Say no to greasy chickens! We can do it! Jom jogging! Bye~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-8660348891523573989?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/8660348891523573989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=8660348891523573989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/8660348891523573989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/8660348891523573989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2011/02/say-no-to-mr-greasy-chicken.html' title='Say no to Mr. Greasy chicken!'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TUvJdXEsQKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/CpdadfY-2So/s72-c/fat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-7966206062303625045</id><published>2011-01-29T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T01:12:13.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Running Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Assalamualaikum W.B.T~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Huhh...tanggal 28hb Januari 2011, hari yang agak terkejut bagi kesepuluh orang ahli kumpulan yang tak tahu nama kumpulannya. Untuk mengelakkan dari menaip panjang-panjang entry kali ni, kite bagi nama kumpulan neh Unknown la dulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenapa tiba-tiba cerita pasal nama kumpulan neh? Well, sebenarnya kami 10 orang diberi task yang tak penah kitorang pikir kitorang kene buat iaitu; Mendapatkan 20 ringgit (duit singgit-singgit) dengan cara tersendiri and out from the lecture hall! Hah! Korang penah dapat tak task tu? Hahahaha...terbeliak bijik mata kitorang! Sebab ape terbeliak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Haaa....sebab.....neh; The Running Man. Pengacara dier Yoo Jae Suk. Sape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-sape yang tengok Family Outing mesti kenal pengacara paling best neh. Sekali dia bukak mulut, keras perut ketawa non-stop. Tak kurang jugak ahli-ahli Running Man yang lain. Ada Kim Jong Kook aka Commander Sparta, Gary (Lessang) &amp;amp; Haha both aka The Kids of Jong Kook, Gwang So aka The Framer, Joong Ki si Flower Boy, The Big Nose Suk Jin, dan The Blank Jihyo. Ada jugak la guest dalam setiap episod. Diorang ditugaskan untuk mencari sesuatu kalau nak menang. Ada iras-iras situasi di atas tak? Ada kan?? ^__^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TUPZOziKp9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/7r8bbo3CIlc/s320/running%2Bman.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567532412734973906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~The Running Man~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, dengan terkenalnya variety show neh, kitorang pon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; bagi la nama group neh from the Unknown jadi The Running Girls. Hehehe...ironinya, kitorang tak lari sangat pon. Jalan je banyak. So dalam masa 1 jam je, kitorang kene dapatkan 20 ringgit. Hmm...otak pon mula berfikir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TUPVAOZu0YI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PMnj1goxgN4/s320/mentol-idea_thumbnail.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 92px; height: 96px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567527764202803586" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ting!!!!Idea!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kami pon berlenggang la ke kedai kat PKP (pusat kemudahan pelajar). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, masa tu pagi lagi. So apa yangg orang cari? Ada yang amek surat khabar, ada yang amek air kotak, ada yang amek twiggies. So, kitorang pon start menjual. Alhamdulillah, kitorang berjaya menjual @ lebih kepada memaksa lab assistant, public, postgrad students and lot's more. Pendek cerita kitorang dapat RM22.50! Haahahahaahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goal's achieved! Running Girls retreat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TUPYJ_zt8zI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wKxgpAIX1kQ/s320/to_be_continued.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567531230618841906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next time on Running Girls......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There won't be a next time! Hahahahha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-7966206062303625045?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/7966206062303625045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=7966206062303625045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/7966206062303625045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/7966206062303625045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2011/01/running-girls.html' title='The Running Girls'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TUPZOziKp9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/7r8bbo3CIlc/s72-c/running%2Bman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-5855473259046255110</id><published>2011-01-20T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T20:54:49.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeh...sian kat aku~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni memang agak teruji sikit la. Coz, yela....henset x sehat. Koma x bangun2. Ape kes la henset neh buat mogok dengan mengkomakan diri beliau sampai sekarang ni xleh nak buat apa2. Bangun2 la cepat sikit ye henset oiii....orang banyak la kena contact. Kelas banyak lagi kena attend. Meeting banyak lagi kena update. Eeeiii...time ni jugak kan nak buat hal..xpe2...sampai satu limit nanti kalau ko buat macamni lagi...Rest in peace, hasta la vista baby! (bak kata Arnold susa-nak-eja).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;6.00 pagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, henset! *Unable to charge*....apesal lak tak boleh charge neh. Dah la dari semalam dok charge dengan harapan esok boleh la guna henset tu tanpa sekatan atau roadblock atau yang sewaku dengannya. Alih-alih...hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;m...takpe2..redah je~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;7.00 pagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush! Rush! Rush!&lt;br /&gt;Bersiap2 nak pegi kelas pukul 8 pagi! Cepat Qiha, cepat! Nanti tak pasal-pasal kau terlambat! BRRR....sejuk gila laa air kat Akasia neh..xpe2..nanti normal balik suhu badan kau. Yang penting kau cepat siap! Sarung jubah (today is friday) then lilit-lilit selendang then, I'm ready to rock and roll!! Eh, silap. I'm ready to go~&lt;br /&gt;Before that, drop by kat rumah Bella. Bella cakap "Eh, x dapat message forward ke kate xde tuto entrepreneur?". "Hmm...nak dapat mcmmana nyer. Henset kite xleh on langsung. Okay la. Xpe la, just pegi je kampus then straight to comp. lab."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;8.15 pagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...tangan dah gatal nak bukak blog nak taip kes hari ni. Then, *unable to connect*. Apehal la pagi ni. Unable to charge, unable to connect. Lepas ni apa lak? Unable to live? Ish..naudzubillah! So, dengan berat hati+keciwa+hampa+menyampah= keluar dari comp lab. Jarum minit tunjuk kat angka 12. Jarum jam tunjuk kat angka 9. Pukul 9 baru??? Alahai, nak buat ape neh skang neh. Kalau pegi library x sempat pulak nak jalan kaki balik ke dewan kuliah neh. So, tunggu macam orang-terlebih-masa-tapi-diterdonatekan-lagi-masa-then-memang-tak-bercadang-langsung-nak spend-masa-tu-wisely. Hmm, kelas pukul 10 is just in minutes, tapi apesal xder classmate langsung kat sini neh??? Jalan-jalan lagi kat depan dewan, mana taw jumpa sorang dua. Bingo! Nisah tegur "Qiha!". "Eh, nisah! Mana yang lain2??" "Hmm, kelas cancel la pagi neh." Hati panas serta merta. Shuuvit la henset neh....but I miss you damn much!&lt;br /&gt;"Nisah, can you do me a favor? Tolong mesejkan Bella tanya pukul berapa kelas Quality Assurance?" ......"Hmmm, pukul 3 ptg. Malam ni ada kelas entrepreneur." "Okay thanks Nisah. Claim that 1 cent tu nanti ye. Chiaow" Sekali lagi, dengan berat hati+keciwa+hampa+menyampah= balik ke Akasia where it all had started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..tu la. Bila henset tu sehat, bukan nak hargai dia. Padan muka. Allah tarik sikit nikmat, dah melatah. Okay, I'll be more cautious and tough next time around kalau benda ni jadi lagi. But it won't happened again kot. I tekad nak beli henset baru!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TTkQyLBhUZI/AAAAAAAAAII/oRPaoLojD0Q/s1600/pic_phone.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TTkQyLBhUZI/AAAAAAAAAII/oRPaoLojD0Q/s320/pic_phone.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564497268731629970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~Handphone idamanku~&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/9222588256659420679-5855473259046255110?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/5855473259046255110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=5855473259046255110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/5855473259046255110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/5855473259046255110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2011/01/adehsian-kat-aku.html' title='Adeh...sian kat aku~'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TTkQyLBhUZI/AAAAAAAAAII/oRPaoLojD0Q/s72-c/pic_phone.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-8226203704578368363</id><published>2011-01-08T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T00:26:11.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you,guys~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~7 Januari 2011 jam 8.45 pm lbey2~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Seramai 8 orang wanita telah memarahi aku....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~45 minutes earlier~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa aku sampai kat Kampus dalam lbey kurang kol 8 malam la. Sebab sepatutnyer kelas entrepreneurship (lecture) kat fakulti PQS. So agak dekat dengan Pusat Kemudahan Pelajar (PKP). Lepas letak beg kat dewan kuliah, aku terus capai dompet dan handphone bergegas keluar dari dewan tu. Sebaik je keluar dari bangunan fakulti tu, rasa seram sejuk bercampur takut terus menerpa (wut da heck? Menerpa? Ada ayat yg x skema x selain dari menerpa?) aku. Gila ke x gila, aku kene amek duit gak malam tu kat mesin ATM kat PKP. Kalau x macammana nk bayar kain yg aku beli online dari hamba Allah tu? Hmmm....kaki ni raser macam lambat je nk sampai ke mesin tu. Sementara nk sampai tu kene gak la tegur ngan mamat2 buruh kat bus station lamer tu. "Yang, nk g maner tu?" HUHHHHH!!!!!!!! Geli+takut+cemas...aku mula nk cepatkan lagi langkah ni, entah bila la nak sampai kat Bank Islam nyer ATM machine neh......then, aku masuk kat PKP yang suram gler tambah angin tiup sepoi2 x paham bahasa. Tapi mujur la ader gak students yang nak amek duit. Huuuh....alhamdulillah, rasa lega sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas amek duit tu, aku terus bergegas ke dewan kuliah. Takut2 lecturer dah masuk. Masuk je dewan, boys mula wat lawak yg x baper lawak. Shuuuushhh-ing everyone in the class kononnya macam aku ni lecturer ke ape..Not funny okay? Duduk, sembang2 sikit, tunggu lecturer nk masuk, sembang2 lagi..then...dah lebih dari 30 minit. Ape lagi, blah la! Lecturer tu x datang for some kind of reason kitorang pon tataw. So, on the way nak balik rumah (I mean,hostel), aku pon cerita la the creepiness bila berjalan sorang2 pegi ke PKP...TUUPP! Terus kena marah! "Laa, ingatkan Qeha pegi tandas. Apsal x ajak kitorang pegi teman??" "Qeha memang, selalu macam tu. Memang kitorg neh bukan kawan dia agaknya!" "Kalau xnak susahkan, kalau jadi ape2 kat Qeha time gi ATM tadi, bukan ke lagi menyusahkan??"....Perghh...bertalu2 kene..You guys...for the first time rasa macam marah gak la, sebab yela kan. Kene marah! Memang la rasa nak marah balik. Tapi, I rethink back. Kenapa korg sampai furious macam tu sekali. Owh, I see..Deep inside korg memang care for me. Thanks alot..Kite tataw nak cakap macammana...tapi, memang. Sayang korang ketat2 la! XOXO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;~Buat K.Lin, K.Ne, K.Pah, Ijat, Bella, Muni, Teng, dan DJ.....thank you, guys~&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/9222588256659420679-8226203704578368363?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/8226203704578368363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=8226203704578368363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/8226203704578368363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/8226203704578368363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2011/01/thank-youguys.html' title='Thank you,guys~'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-9074280442434618839</id><published>2011-01-04T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T02:17:31.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~K.Lin,K.Ne,K.Pah,Ijat,Teng,Muni,Dj,Bella~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barang sesiapa ada tersangkut paut atau terasa dirinya terpanggil berdasarkan tajuk entry neh, sila kemukakan link blog anda. Kalau xder, sila buat!! Wajib untuk diri anda sebab anda sepatutnya menjadi followers saya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....Hahahahhahahhaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TSLze6BAWwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/X6aAzagibek/s320/1234177526-Blog.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558272602423712514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neway, XOXO to all 8 of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dengan penuh kaseh sayang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~Qeha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-9074280442434618839?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/9074280442434618839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=9074280442434618839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/9074280442434618839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/9074280442434618839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2011/01/klinknekpahijattengmunidjbella.html' title='~K.Lin,K.Ne,K.Pah,Ijat,Teng,Muni,Dj,Bella~'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TSLze6BAWwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/X6aAzagibek/s72-c/1234177526-Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-4528805228054547333</id><published>2010-12-20T04:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T19:16:35.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazel and Blue Jeans (&amp; Ketot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....Hehehehehehehheee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally boleh gak nak cerita pasal kucing2 I. Semalam nak cerita dah...siap taip suku karangan dah...lepas tu, komputer neh dengki ngan I ke ape ke, I tataw laaa...TUUP...terus restart..kerana terlampau sakit hati dan fed up, saya pon terus blah menjauhi komputer yang berhasad dengki neh. Uhuuuu....okay, sekarang neh, here I am, starting all over again! Hmmm....nak start dengan sape dulu ye? owh ya! Entry ni pasal kucing2 saya yang recently saya bela. Okay2, we'll start with the eldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TRAODbbnMXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CsyowbwfN4o/s1600/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TRAODbbnMXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CsyowbwfN4o/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552953792613790066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~Blue Jeans a.k.a Kakak~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmm...Blue Jeans ni saya yang bagi nama tu...nama omputih since mata dia warna biru...cantik! Tapi abang saya cakap, "apasal tak letak nama roundneck ke, turtleneck ke." Heee...perli tak ingat dunia! Nama kakak tu pulak Ummi yang bagi nama tu. Hahaha...sebab dia memang kakak kepada Hazel (adik). Tapi kan, disebabkan nama abnormal neh, orang boleh salah anggap taw! Ummi cakap orang boleh pikir pelik dengar dialog2 macam ni "abang kalau balik mesti belai kakak punya la" and "pergi basuh berak kakak". Hahahahaha...kalau orang dengar mesti cakap family neh maybe ada OKU sibling kot. Hmm...kakak ni manja dan sangat memilih makanan dia. Penat nak sesuaikan diri dia dengan makanan kucing. Surprisingly, dia suka pulakk makan roti. Aiii...memang kucing omputih kot? Hahahahaha...Bulu dia coklat grayish di bahagian ekor dan telinga. Lain2 bahagian semuanya warna putih. Ekor dia kembang macam duster! Serious tak tipu. Hobi dia suka sangat asah kuku dia kat atas karpet. Ummi pon jenis tak kisah. Asal jangan berlubang sudah la karpet tu. Owh, kakak memang suka sangat jaga bulu dia. Jarang nampak najis melekat kat bulu dia meskipun bulu dia kembang. Ummi cakap sebab dia suka "bersolek" la kucing2 jantan memburu dia. Hot stuff la neh. Okay, move on to the next cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TRAboSaf8CI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z3LwTjlRalk/s1600/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TRAboSaf8CI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z3LwTjlRalk/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552968719499522082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Hazel a.k.a Adik~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik ni status dia missing in action (MIA). Tapi semalam saya ada jumpa dia kat rumah orang lain..emm..malas la pulak nak mintak balik. So, biar hje la. Asalkan tahu dia hidup and has someone else to fill our post as guardian pon dah cukup. Berbahagia la di sana okay, adik? Hmmm...how I miss your purring..Adik tersangat la manja tapi kakak selalu mengalah dengan adik. So, with the lost of adik, kakak boleh la dapat sepenuh perhatian dari kami. She got brownish fur on head and tail. Meowing softly sebab dia tak melalui puberty lagi kot. Huhuhuhu...adik ni selekeh sikit la berbanding kakak. Mata hijau. Hobi dia suka urut2. Huhuhuhu...sebenarnya 2 ekor ni je yang officially kucing kitorang. Tapi datang la lagi sekor. Namanya ketot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TRAahkIBcsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/rtH1b3MBG4I/s1600/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TRAahkIBcsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/rtH1b3MBG4I/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552967504483152578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~Ketot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia ni, comel. Ketot tu ummi yang bagi nama dia. Sebab dia macam tak besar2..ketot je. Huhuhu...tapi kuat betul mengiaw..Kalau nak mandikan dia, taubat sekali je sebab dia meronta2 tahap lipas kene sembur ridsect! Habis la tangan kene cakar dek dia. Tapi it's okay since she's a stray cat. I understand how does it feels. Kesian dia. I love her. Muahhx to you too ketot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..that's all for this entry. Get in touch with the next entry okay? Buhbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: never know cats can fart. Busuk~&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/9222588256659420679-4528805228054547333?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/4528805228054547333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=4528805228054547333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/4528805228054547333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/4528805228054547333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2010/12/hazel-and-blue-jeans-ketot.html' title='Hazel and Blue Jeans (&amp; Ketot)'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TRAODbbnMXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CsyowbwfN4o/s72-c/IMG_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-6868391018996430460</id><published>2010-12-20T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T04:01:04.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To December - Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't really know about who she wrote this song to, but everyone's guessing it's for her broke up relationship between her and another Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this song is kinda sad and gives me a wake up call on, don't ever regret after all you've done. If you did, then you will get back to the scene on and on...until when, I don't know. Yeah, in this song, she regrets on how she left the guy selfishly. Don't do the harsh thing if you can't manage the aftermath, the result of the "guilty tsunami" I would call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Taylor (the female one). We are human. We never know what would be the consequences until we did it. But creative thinking would helps a bit. We did the calculations (not involving any Greek letters) in our brain and change our action as the output. Seems like simple doing but it needs experiences to train our brain or in other words to install the 'creative thinking software' made up several experience factories (buzz me if it's hard for you, audience to interpret this analogy). Yeah, me done it several times already but yet, keep stumbling from the guilty block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this entry would be my very first time ever done posting a serious entry. So, here is the lyric and the video I shared from Youtube. Taylor Swift singing Back To December at David Letterman's show. BTW, sweetheart Taylor. You look gorgeous in purple dress and you got runny nose there. 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Tetamu ni amat penting untuk kita raikan sebab Rasulullah S.A.W amat memuliakan tetamu baginda. So, apabila kita memuliakan tetamu..secara tak langsung kita dah mengamalkan sunnah Rasulullah S.A.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..kenapa entry kali ni pasal tetamu pulak..dah la keluar bahasa macam2 kat atas tu..huhuhu...ini sebab, tadi ada tetamu datang rumah..alaa...sedara mara jugak..mula2 tu memang la kalut nak pakai tudung la ape la..itu tolak ke tepi..tak baik taw kita rasa terbeban dengan kehadiran tetamu ke rumah kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, apakah langkah2 yang perlu kita buat semasa tetamu dah masuk rumah dan dah duduk dah pon kat atas kusyen tu haa...Mula2 buat masa tetamu datang....sruppp!!!! Pakai tudung dengan pantasnya (bagi perempuan muslim laa)..hehe..kedua, turun masak air..ketiga, mata melilau sikit cari makanan yang ada kat dapur tu..hmm..tadi nampak ikan bilis, tepung gandum..ahaa..ape kate buat jejemput (sejenis makanan bergoreng)?? Yezza...dapat satu menu...taruk tepung, ikan bilis, dried basil, black pepper, garam secukup rasa, air...kacau3....goreng3....TUUP! Dah jadi jejemput ikan bilis~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara tu dah boleh la buat air....air teh ke, air sirap ke..tak kesah la..asalkan kurang GULA. Kan sekarang orang dok kempen kurangkan diabetic kat Malaysia neh..kita kene sahut cabaran tu..huhuhu...anyway, dah siap air, kita dah boleh hidang dah jejemput panas dan air sihat kurang gula tuu tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TQ4jf-EfKsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZtF6klipAw/s1600/2723004-004115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TQ4jf-EfKsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZtF6klipAw/s320/2723004-004115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552414422739135170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa2 macam tak cukup lagi neh...bukak pulak peti sejuk...ahaaa!! Ternampak pulak nugget cap Marina. Apa lagi...goreng la! Tak cukup lagi, start enjin, beli dekat kedai...perghh...memang layanan 1st class punya laa....kalau tetamu tu cakap..."eh..buat susah2 je"..kite jawab balik "eh..x susah pon...hidang je. Bukan kene masak pon..hehe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...bab2 cuci pinggan mangkuk or mengemas neh, tak payah la mengharapkan tetamu. Kita kene bagi warning dekat tetamu kita tu, JANGAN JEJAK DAPUR NEH..hehehe...bukan kedekut, tapi taknak tetamu jadi rajin sangat..Tetamu tugas diorg tukang makan dan tukang sembang je. Bukan tukang basuh pinggan. Tetamu2 yang dah terlepas masuk dalam dapur tu, jegil2 sikit mata tu biar bagi diorg keluar..huhuhuhu..dah macam kejam la pulak. Heeeheee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, kalau tetamu tu nak balik rumah diorang, sila laa hantar diorang ke pintu depan. Eh silap. Rumah korg mesti la ada pagar kan.. Okay2, hantar sampai pagar! Babai2 sikit, agak2 diorang dah tak nampak dah, kita masuk la rumah, tutup pagar pintu semua. Bila tetamu lain datang, layan la macam di atas....sekian..lecture kita abis takat ni je yee dan selamat mencuba~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Thank you~&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/9222588256659420679-2009001726347151616?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/2009001726347151616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=2009001726347151616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/2009001726347151616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/2009001726347151616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2010/12/cara2-melayan-tetamu-dengan-berhemah.html' title='Cara2 Melayan Tetamu Dengan Berhemah'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TQ4jf-EfKsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZtF6klipAw/s72-c/2723004-004115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-3320475026894500967</id><published>2010-12-16T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:52:58.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aging and Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aiyak...rindu gler neh kat geng. Usim decided to have us back for new semester after a-not-so-long-holiday-but boring holiday on January 2011...yaikss!!2011 already??? Which means that I'm 22 for that year! Owh, macam dah tua sgt je..yela..kalau orang dulu-dulu, masa umur 22 tahun, dah anak 5 dah kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheeheheehhe...tu dulu laa...sekarang kan ramai &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sophisticated ladies&lt;/span&gt; (betul ke??). Tak main la kawen awal then gave birth awal2..My mom and my dad got married when they are like...ummi 30 something and abah 40 something. But, the problems occured after that. Not because having babies are difficult but managing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bestowed with 5 children (3 boys and 2 girls). So, what the heck is the problem huh? Got 5 kids and managed to raise them with little help from maids until they're big enough to cook their own food. Jangan tengok pada luaran je babe. Dalaman kena taw jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang saya maksudkan dengan dalaman tu? Jeng3....sila jangan pikir pelik okay? Hmmm...the problem is, age gap between the kids and their parents. Parents yang ber'gap' banyak dengan anak2 agak susah nak selami hati anak-anak mereka. Well, parents dalam era lain. Anak-anak dalam era lain. Huh...susah tuu..sekarang ummi dalam 58 years old. My dad dalam 67 macam tu. I'm 21. My eldest, 24, youngest 18. Haaa...a big gap isn't it??My mom boleh tahan la faham era kami since she did a lot of research (not in the lab but library,understand me?). Hmmm...but abah..He tried to, but merely just a try. He mostly didn't get what we actually want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with this living proof, saya nak menamatkan zaman bujang by the end of 25. Taknak menjauhkan jurang umur dengan bakal anak-anak. Hohoho...sounds corny ke? Nope for me. I'm determined! Sedar tak bahawa semakin bertambah umur kita, semakin bertambah jugak jurang umur antara kita dan anak kita. Wahh....cakap pasal anak pulak dah...Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TQsIaSGpBjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1cz7IsZUNCw/s1600/CuteBaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TQsIaSGpBjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1cz7IsZUNCw/s320/CuteBaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551540213293581874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpe la...sekarang ni just bare in mind je la impian ni. Untuk melunaskan impian ni, saya kena prepare apa yang patut. Get a good degree, good job, and good candidate. Hehehehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat masa ni, I'm happy and content with my own life! So, Qiha! Aja-aja, fighting!!! ^__^&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/9222588256659420679-3320475026894500967?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/3320475026894500967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=3320475026894500967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/3320475026894500967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/3320475026894500967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2010/12/aging-and-future.html' title='Aging and Future'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TQsIaSGpBjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1cz7IsZUNCw/s72-c/CuteBaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-4126127535219044825</id><published>2010-12-14T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T19:28:30.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bengang</title><content type='html'>Eiiiii!!!! Bengang kot skang neh...orang tengah bahagia neh, boleh pulak dia wat perangai..dah la tak amanah, ego, jahat, kaki segala kaki! Benci kot orang macam tu! Hei..kalau ikutkan hati, dah lama dah mulut ni terburai dengan apa yang patut diburaikan. Nanti la...we'll see...how far you can go on living in your 'heaven'...we'll see...we'll see.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-4126127535219044825?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/4126127535219044825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=4126127535219044825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/4126127535219044825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/4126127535219044825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2010/12/bengang.html' title='Bengang'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-2496327226597270855</id><published>2010-12-14T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T09:28:27.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>Three words - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; can only be said to your loved ones when your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt; is scraped out of your bottom heart, your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;skin&lt;/span&gt; is as thick as elephant's to bear burning sensation from humiliation, your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;brain&lt;/span&gt; kinda malfunctioned to think the consequences, your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; is in good condition and pacing well enough to prevent heart attack, your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; kills all the butterflies which gives you no hesitation, your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;legs&lt;/span&gt; keep rigid to its shape without trembling much and melted away and the best part is, your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;language&lt;/span&gt; is understandable to your lover. Doesn't matter whether expressing through voice or body languages, your 3 wonderful words can touch your darling's heart.  -Faqihah-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-2496327226597270855?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/2496327226597270855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=2496327226597270855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/2496327226597270855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/2496327226597270855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-you.html' title='I LOVE YOU'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-8261536804966758375</id><published>2010-11-11T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T17:53:36.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bacteria oh bacteria~</title><content type='html'>aiyaiyai...examination is just around the corner and i'm still online with a shaft of guilty. but, online ain't crime thou! as long as you get good inputs, then, it would be alright! since i'm reading food microbiology's notes, i went through a lots of videos about bacteria, microbes and so on. i've countered an interesting video posted by Khan Accademy. 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&gt;.&lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-2182902546298329135?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/2182902546298329135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=2182902546298329135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/2182902546298329135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/2182902546298329135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2010/10/head-on-track-mind-at-back_19.html' title='Head on track-Mind at back'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TL5wMOSs0eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZRNB6ratlsQ/s72-c/porchbranch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-1756092048599042790</id><published>2010-10-09T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T22:04:27.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Felt like a stupid idiot joker who's longing for someones' laughter and praises saying "hey, you are genius and talented ones, proud to have you though".---&gt;this wut i want to post as my status in FB..but can't. i just can't...i end up posted "hahahaha...how funny you are, faqiha"....i'm in a 100% mood swing..T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-1756092048599042790?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/1756092048599042790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=1756092048599042790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/1756092048599042790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/1756092048599042790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2010/10/felt-like-stupid-idiot-joker-whos.html' title=''/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-386868803524228054</id><published>2010-10-09T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:27:58.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Concert~</title><content type='html'>Shuuvit man! Yesterday's concert was brilliant! &lt;br /&gt;Devotees made up the first performer. They gave their all to deliver 2 songs which are so sweet and melodious! Live performance babe! I've asked for Lament song..but nahh..couldn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;Second performer, Firdaus! Whooaaaa..their voices are sooooo cool! Performed Ku Berlari and a new song too..5 years they've gone without news..and yesterday, it's their comeback! &lt;br /&gt;Okay...this' getting more excited..the 3rd performer, have a silky hair....rugged personality....Jay Jay!!! He performed with his acoustic guitar, sang a lots of oldies songs. Cukup Sekali, Joget Angan Tak Sudah and so on...karaoke slot runs along the show. Boys at the back couldn't have more of Jay Jay cause the next performer is an otai one....&lt;br /&gt;The one and only, papa rock, husky voice that always 100% succeed in touching the soul...Ramli Sarip!!!! Felt the connection between the audience and him through cheers and shouts in the stadium...whooaaa...he gave us Bukan Kerna Nama, Kamelia, Teratai, Doa Buat Kekasih, Istilah Bercinta and  so forth...a load of congratulations should be given to the final year FEM's students for organizing this kind of concert! Welldone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-386868803524228054?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/386868803524228054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=386868803524228054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/386868803524228054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/386868803524228054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2010/10/concert.html' title='~Concert~'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-3098814514563865289</id><published>2010-08-13T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T16:58:55.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Beauty of Love~</title><content type='html'>"If we crawl, till' we can walk again. And we run until we strong enough to jump and we fly until there is no end...so let's crawl...back to love﻿.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lyric is taken from Chris Brown's song entitled Crawl..for me, it's a beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that so? W.E.I.R.D.?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, maybe because of I can relate it with loving Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, this getting more weirder now. How come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, think it in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a subjective matter that hard to be explained through words..I'll try to do it btw. Bare with it okay, &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always stumble around in loving Allah (but Allah didn't..He consistently loves us, Subhanallah)..there are many ways satan can lead our love to. Maybe to boyfriends, Girlfriends and what not. But always astray from Allah (forgive us ya Allah)...yet Allah is our creator...so through this song I've learnt that we can always start from zero (in this song, crawl) to reach Allah's love again. After been succesfull in crawling, we move on to walking, then running, jumping (getting faster and improved) and the next one, we're flying to reach His love till' there is no end! Allahuakbar..sweet isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : It isn't a crime if you wanna hear Western's songs..but always hear them with heart and not totally leave the job to your ears. Do the principle of swapping. For instances, Love songs can be changed to Love Allah..hate songs can be changed to hate satan or lust or ma'siyyah..it is simple as that..but beware with the heavy metal elements..it might not be changed with a simple swap. Wallahua'lam..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-3098814514563865289?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/3098814514563865289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=3098814514563865289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/3098814514563865289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/3098814514563865289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2010/08/beauty-of-love.html' title='~Beauty of Love~'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-1605552950286894502</id><published>2009-08-24T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T03:02:57.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heart attacked+friendship+races</title><content type='html'>emm..hari tu..tanggal 21 ogos 09...jiran aku kene heart attack n died alone dlm umah...cian sgt kat dier..he's a chinese. my dad was his best friend lately. abah cter..mendiang 3 years before dtg kat abah n cakap "boleh ajak minum-minum?"...he's a good guy...xder timbul unsur  racist neh. slalu blnja abah minum. sgt2 baik. he's a retiree..so x byk mende wat kat umah...my dad pon retiree gak..so kamceng la depa dua. abah muda 2 taun dri dier.. tu je la nk ckp...aku sgt terkejut..skang byk sgt sudden death..takut x dpt husnul khotimah...naudzubillah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-1605552950286894502?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/1605552950286894502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=1605552950286894502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/1605552950286894502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/1605552950286894502'/><link rel='alternate' 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qihah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok2..enuf with CS..let's go 2 da main point.ok la..emm..penah x korg face with this question :  "sunnah Rasulullah SAW x practical nowadays.if we did,then,there's no use of aeroplane.tunggang unta je la.wearing jubah je slalu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so punya la pikir on how to counter this question..dlm hati dh membara nk balas..(i'm not extremist..tp klau dh libatkn Rasulullah...)tp..nk balas ape?kite nk counter org nyer stand kite kene ader stand kite sndrik...so..aku pon KIV(keep in view) dulu dis question...then,i met my parents n asked them the same question..pergh..bertubi-tubi dorg jawab..."Nabi,klau masa tu ader plane Nabi naik plane tu.tp dh masa tu ader unta je,Nabi naik la unta."dats my ummi's swing..giliran abahnyer swing plak.."Nabi nyer tunggangan lagi hebat dari plane..tu buraq tu,(tunggangan Nabi masa peristiwa isra' wal mi'raj) lagi hebat dari concorde."..then pasal pakai jubah n wut not(sunnah nabi).."jubah tu culture org arab..tu bukan pakaian rasmi org islam.pakaian rasmi org islam ialah pakaian yg menutup aurat dan bersih.bukan tertakluk pada jubah sahaja.."..abah bagi his 2nd swing.."nabi penah cakap yg kamu(umat nabi) lebih tahu akan dunia kamu,so pandai2 la pikir.sesuaikan diri kita ngan dunia sekarang tp berlandaskn hukum n syara'"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after swing by swing...aku pon blik ngan penuh rasa lega..yela..insyaAllah..klau org utarakan the same question again...aku dpt jwb dgn tenang n 'berisi'..heehee..thanks abah n ummi.hopefully korg pon samer.show them we're not as weak as they thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-5415897999088258252?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-1795313998281916745</id><published>2009-08-17T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T03:00:09.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chomeynyer!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SokptNnoOEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Va_ZHr0lK6Q/s1600-h/2674184198_4b7bc4af15_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SokptNnoOEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Va_ZHr0lK6Q/s200/2674184198_4b7bc4af15_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370869887342753858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ibu ayam dikejar musang...kuok kuok.&lt;br /&gt;anak ayam cari ibunya..kuok kuok.&lt;br /&gt;anak ayam mencari terus cari ibunya yang hilang..&lt;br /&gt;ibu ayam berlari terus lari dan ditangkap musang...&lt;br /&gt;owh kasihan..owh kasihan..aduh kasihan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cian ibu n anak ayam..&lt;br /&gt;lagu neh ijat n dj ajar..&lt;br /&gt;penuh b'makna buat diriku yg blaja di tadika cina yg hanya tau twinkle little star,london bridge n etc..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;thanks ijat n dj!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-1795313998281916745?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/1795313998281916745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=1795313998281916745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-4020043579048014853</id><published>2009-08-16T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T08:21:11.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sangat...bored....</title><content type='html'>aiyah...sgt bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assignment sgt byk......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hati sgt kacau....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x tenteram...messed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ottekei??(wut to do?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-4020043579048014853?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/4020043579048014853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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disebabkan oleh novel BREAKING DAWN yg tebal n agak berat. then,macam hansel n gratel la..cari blik dompet sampai nangeh2...(such a crybaby, my bad)..x jumpa..sampai mlm ak cari ditemani oleh k.yana n dojo(thanks korg) sbb k.kinah n k.nabila xleh nk tmn cri coz rushing nk g occasion(also thaks 2 akak2 yg baik ati bg sokongan. k.kinah, ur hug tlh membuatkn mata saya berair..wooo..eh..x lupe pd sumer ,kwn2 yg bg msg, updating my progress n concern my feelings yg b'campur baur msa tu...). msa dh ilang purse tu, ak rsa cm i'm not belong to this world..xder purse..xder ic..xder kad matrik..xder lesen kete...xder kad bank...everything's lost...n i hd lost to myself too...ak bg msg kat k.kinah..pstu k.kinah yg busy nk rush ke occasion dier smpt bls msg(melayan ak yg childish neh).dier bg: "*hugs* tbahlh whai hati!dn akk thu pastinya bhu yg memikul akn lbih rasai beratnya beban!akk cuma dpt kongsi kn ayat ni buat sdikit ubat buatmu!'dan Kami mguji kmu dgn sdikit drpd ktakutn,klaparn,dh kehilangan hrta,jiwa dn buah-buahn.berilah berita gembira kpd mrka yg bsabar' al-Baqarah:155(ambil la duit tu,hdiah akk pd qiha ye:-)"...ya Allah...ak sgt2 b'syukur ditemukan ngan org gini..thanks Allah!sblom dier hug ak b4 ak nk gi track back ak nyer jln, k.kinah hulur RM50.00...moga Allah lindungi k.kinah selalu..emm..pastu aku tepon ummi..ckp kat ummi purse n everything inside it gone in a blink smbil nangeh2..pastu ummi pon jwb.."la..jgn nangeh,mlm neh wat solat hajat.nnti esok ummi dtg bg duit kat qiha.hri isnin kite wat ic bru."..thanks ummi 4 understand me in n out.&lt;br /&gt;so...2 mmgu dh b'lalu..aku dpt ic besar gabak(ic sementara), kad atm yg bru, n kad matrik yg baru(klau nk dibandingkan ngan lmer..yg lmer tu x nmpk cm kad matrik..calar balar!)...msuk je kelas food chem, k.yana trus cakap kat aku.."eh,tau x purse qiha dh jmpe?".."eh,k.yana..jgn main2.." aku mmg x cayer gler..tp k.yana ckp dier serius..dier ckp ader kat bahagian keselamatan USIM. hah! abez je kuliyah,aku trus m'daki tgga seribu(gler..mmg tggi!) 2 ke bhgian keselamatan yg aku x pnh mimpi nk gi.msuk je aku trus tnyer kat org yg b'tugas kat situ..dier ckp xder pon trima dompet..aku rasa hampa gler dgr..pastu tiba2 ader la officer kat situ tnya.."eh,adik ilang dompet ek?meh2 sini.." dier tnya2 ckit ilang katner (nk tau aku tipu ke x) n dlm tu ader aper.xpe la,tnya la..dh mmg tugas dier..kang silap bg kat org..naya je.so, dh agak2 cter aku tally ngan cter yg btol, dompet aku tu pon dikuarkan dri laci dier..sah!!dompet aku!!(mcm anak ngan mak yg dh lmer t'pisah jer)..officer tu cter ar yg ader org luar(which i dunno who but i wish to meet her n greet her properly n give her sumthing as a token of appreciation) yg anta dompet aku tu. ak rasa sgt2 x cayer...cm mimpi...n now..aku sgt2 jaga dompet aku.n i wont let this happened again in next time around..n ak sgt hesitate nk g men bowling kat seremban 2..hehe...fobia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-2146860473550732053</id><published>2009-05-28T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:36:31.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is reading my thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/Sh491sYydiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/D0sv53whpQ0/s1600-h/Eclipse.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/Sh491sYydiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/D0sv53whpQ0/s200/Eclipse.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340774200765478434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday,my comrades(sgt2 rapat) n i went to Giant 4 sum shopping..dat Giant has bookstore in it named SMART...so...(visiting bookstores at any shopping complexes is my own well-known-by-my family-and-my-friends hobby).b4 i enter Giant's glass door,i was thinking...why not,SMART buys some stephanie meyer's books like eclipse, breaking dawn n wut so eva?then...i went to dat bookshop....(remember?my hobby)...then,i saw....ECLIPSE n BREAKING DAWN's books...wahhhhhh!!!!God IS reading my thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho...now...i'm eagerly,enthusiastically to buy breaking dawn's book!tggu la bler dh cukup duit...as a student,kene redha klau duit x cukup..haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-2146860473550732053?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/Sh491sYydiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/D0sv53whpQ0/s72-c/Eclipse.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-2862307993936350526</id><published>2009-05-28T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:15:54.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cultural shock in my own country...(sounds really serious)</title><content type='html'>one fine evening,my friends n i went to nilai spring to prepare sumthing 4 'malam gala BSM'...dunno da exact name 4 dis occasion...buhuhu...so,we did da preparation successfully...we r da AJK,dats y we come earlier than others...after da exhausted preparation,we went to ladies changing room 4 sum wash up n changing clothes.then we met ______________(tourists)...nationality?(secret)...2 prevent &lt;em&gt;su'uzzhon&lt;/em&gt;..so...at da beginning we shared da changing room with them happily n thoroughly well..then..one of them got out from da shower n wore off her towel...tadaaa...(u know la wut's happening)...we were like..."OMG..astagfirullah..."n turned off our head to sumwhere else..gler...abes pahala aku hari tuu...ilmu aku...terbang begitu saja like my penny when i go to Alamanda n shopping to death...until now...i am traumatized by dat incident...apela nasib AJK...haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-2862307993936350526?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/2862307993936350526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=2862307993936350526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/2862307993936350526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/2862307993936350526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2009/05/cultural-shock-in-my-own-countrysounds.html' title='cultural shock in my own country...(sounds really serious)'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-2569737735903031638</id><published>2009-05-27T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:57:24.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>epy besday 2 me!!</title><content type='html'>hoho...&lt;br /&gt;last 22nd may was da best birthday i've ever had!&lt;br /&gt;yela...b'coz of dis short sem,i've met my friends on my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;sadisnyer...yela..b4 dis,cuti is in may n june...&lt;br /&gt;no one would wish "happy birthday" lively in fo\ront of me..hoho...&lt;br /&gt;aku gumbira...dat 22nd of may tu...we went to MARDI 4 some expo..(expo or money-overflowed-day?)hahahahha....&lt;br /&gt;gler...i bought carrot cake...just a nice small cake 2 share with those who went to MARDI with me...it was SUPERB!!sedap ooo....&lt;br /&gt;ok la...here,i wanna list up my birthday messages...(my hp got low memory..have 2 delete 'em all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEAN&lt;/strong&gt;:stars----&gt;dunno how to sketch here...but thanks dean!it was lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FATIN&lt;/strong&gt;:no greeting cards i give,no sweet flowers 2 send,no cute graphics 2 4wrd,juz,i'll pray 4 ur happiness now n always.."happy birthday"--&gt;amin..thanks a lot..da funniest thing happened 2 me n fatin...we've been lied by all of our classmates..huh..but we r none taken at all!haha...its funny thou!ku sangkakan mereka nyambut besday fatin..n ku nyanyikan gak happy birthday song kat fatin...last2,nama aku pon disebut mereka...i was like "happy birthday 2 u(2x)""happy birthday to fatin...n faqihah(dorg sambung)...patrified sebentar...'eh...r they mentioned my name just now??'hoho...dats da story happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADIK MEIJIN&lt;/strong&gt;:pst2...did u saw a qute gurl around here?2day's her b'day.wait a min.there u r.i've been searching 4 u since last nite.so here u r n i juz want 2 say happy birthday 2 u.may Allah bless u n gud luck in ur career.---&gt;career??anyway..thanks!appreciate a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAQIH&lt;/strong&gt;(my adik):HAPPY BIRTHDAY!hahaha...x sangke plak qiha dh tue dh.k,pape pon wish u luck!---&gt;tue????owh now'd u realize dat i'm older 2 years from u?nak kene dak neh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAUFIK&lt;/strong&gt;(a mean guy merangkap ketua course):slm qihah,epi besday.mga pjg umo,murah rezeki.b'jaya d'dunia n d'akhirat.mga 'chat' slalo.huhu.jgn mare aaa..---&gt;eii..seb baik 2day's ur besday...klau x...aku ngutuk2 dh ko dlm blog neh!haha!biar one whole world tau ko cmner!hahahaha(evil laugh).eh..anyway thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUE&lt;/strong&gt;(my housemate masa sem 1):slm syg..epy bfday ye..smoga pjg umo..syg kehah..-----&gt;syg 4 u too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NISAH&lt;/strong&gt;(housemate masa tmhidi yg sgt2 ku rindui!ahaks!cheesy abez!):happy 20th birthday!!u r now officially a year older~u r old now!!may all ur dreams come true alongside with d rahmah from Allah...ameen.---&gt;thanks!miss u much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UMMI&lt;/strong&gt;(ibu..ibu..engkau la ratu hatiku):happy birthday Qiha--&gt;short n brief..thanks ummi 4 da tiramisu cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NISA'&lt;/strong&gt;(penolong Taufik da mean guy):sorg insan yg b'gelar shbt mrk yg bnr2 m'mahami jiwa temanny.n ditanamkn dibina hatinya kjujuran srta keikhlasan.stiap detik ketika hadirmu m'bawa sinar hrpn buatku.jgn tnmkn bibit2 benci dihatimu hnya kerana stitik ksilapan n kjahilanku.epi besday 2 u (n_n)----&gt;be strong nisa'!thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADEK&lt;/strong&gt;(da youngest adorable classmate):smoga Allah brikan kmu pelangi utk stiap ujan,senyuman utk stiap tangisan,rahmat utk stiap cubaan,lagu merdu utk stiap arhn n d'makbulkn utk stiap doa.epi besday..Love u.----&gt;thanks n love u too adek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIHAH&lt;/strong&gt;(housemate masa tmhidi yg sgt2 ku rindui gak):safety!blessing!love!peace!happiness!goodlife!may all these b urs 4 eva~happy 20th birthday!sory t'lmbt skit.---&gt;nah...its ok Biha...thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SULAIMAN&lt;/strong&gt;(classmate masa tmhidi):mi rebus mi hailam....(aku meleh nk taip ar...sowy2)...jgn marah jgn geram saje nk ucap slmt hari lahir..wlaupon da t'lpas..smoga drhmati Allah.---&gt;thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AYENG&lt;/strong&gt;(chatmate):epi besday aki..---&gt;he's da 1st person who called me aki..haha...funny but i kinda like da name.thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u very much...for da msgs...for da calls....hountoni arigatou!!T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-2569737735903031638?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/2569737735903031638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=2569737735903031638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/2569737735903031638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/2569737735903031638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2009/05/epy-besday-2-me.html' title='epy besday 2 me!!'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-1449647833160052198</id><published>2009-03-08T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:42:15.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>facts!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Is Eating Carrots Really Good For Your Eyes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, NO. You'd probably be disappointed to know that what your mother told you about carrots is just an urban legend. Lack of Vitamin A (contained in carrots) can cause poor vision, which can be repaired by adding more Vitamin A to the diet. However, carrots cannot make your normal vision better. The misconception can be traced back to World War II, when British gunners lead the Germans to believe that they managed to shoot down German planes in the dark because of their superior eyesight as a result of consuming many carrots. The truth behind their success was actually the discovery of radar technologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:i hate carrots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hiccups&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has certainly happened to you too, but do you know why we hiccup? Hiccups are sudden contractions of the powerful muscle in your chest responsible for inhaling and exhaling air (the diaphragm), caused by an internal irritation. These contractions cause air to enter abruptly but at this time the air passage to your lungs is closed by a little flap called the epiglottis. So, air hits this closed passage and produces the 'bump' feeling of the hiccup. Hiccups can usually be cured by breathing deeply or holding your breath but there are known cases when people continued to hiccup for entire decades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:hiccup is sendu in malay&lt;br /&gt;    n belch is sendawa in malay...&lt;br /&gt;    i get confuse sumtimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-1449647833160052198?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/1449647833160052198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=1449647833160052198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/1449647833160052198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/1449647833160052198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2009/03/facts.html' title='facts!!'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-8555362649260677308</id><published>2009-03-08T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T07:53:03.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a shoulder to cry on-lyric</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SbPbnNAQxXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AYFdtND0IWU/s1600-h/tommy-page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SbPbnNAQxXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AYFdtND0IWU/s200/tommy-page.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310829852152087922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              ~&lt;strong&gt;A Shoulder To Cry On&lt;/strong&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;                                  BY: Tommy Page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of lots of up and downs&lt;br /&gt;But the distance feels further&lt;br /&gt;When it's headed for the ground&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing more painful&lt;br /&gt;Then to let your feelings take&lt;br /&gt;You down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to know&lt;br /&gt;The way you feel inside&lt;br /&gt;When there's many thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And feelings that you hide&lt;br /&gt;But you might feel better&lt;br /&gt;If you let me walk with you&lt;br /&gt;By your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you need&lt;br /&gt;A shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;When you need&lt;br /&gt;A friend to rely on&lt;br /&gt;When the whole world is gone&lt;br /&gt;You won't be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your friend to rely on&lt;br /&gt;When the whole world's gone&lt;br /&gt;You won't be alone 'cause I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the times&lt;br /&gt;When everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;And your feeling like&lt;br /&gt;There's no use going on&lt;br /&gt;You can't give it up&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you work it out&lt;br /&gt;And carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side by side&lt;br /&gt;With you till the end&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be the one&lt;br /&gt;A shoulder to cry on continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To firmly hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;No matter what is said or done&lt;br /&gt;Our love will always continue on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs a friend to rely on&lt;br /&gt;When the whole world's gone, you won't be alone&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one to rely one&lt;br /&gt;When the whole world's gone, you wont be alone&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;And when the whole world is gone&lt;br /&gt;You'll always have my shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; dis song!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-8555362649260677308?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/8555362649260677308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=8555362649260677308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/8555362649260677308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/8555362649260677308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoulder-to-cry-on-lyric.html' title='a shoulder to cry on-lyric'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SbPbnNAQxXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AYFdtND0IWU/s72-c/tommy-page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-162376620554853283</id><published>2009-03-08T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T07:46:09.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>edward!!!!!</title><content type='html'>edward!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wut a relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...i miss u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not specify who's da really edward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is dat dis &lt;strong&gt;edward&lt;/strong&gt;...or dat &lt;strong&gt;EDWARD&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye2 edward...i miss u...da heart neva lies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis edward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SbPYeIL_Z_I/AAAAAAAAADk/R1PwuR8L8Ww/s1600-h/twilight.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SbPYeIL_Z_I/AAAAAAAAADk/R1PwuR8L8Ww/s200/twilight.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310826397705398258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis EDWARD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SbPZp5_0aYI/AAAAAAAAADs/1J5PYsfkFwY/s1600-h/questionmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SbPZp5_0aYI/AAAAAAAAADs/1J5PYsfkFwY/s200/questionmark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310827699566307714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-162376620554853283?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/162376620554853283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=162376620554853283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/162376620554853283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/162376620554853283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2009/03/edward.html' title='edward!!!!!'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SbPYeIL_Z_I/AAAAAAAAADk/R1PwuR8L8Ww/s72-c/twilight.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-7491276588900830576</id><published>2008-07-08T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:16:30.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yosh!!</title><content type='html'>alowzz....&lt;br /&gt;lmer tol x tulih kat blog neh...&lt;br /&gt;eh...tulih lak..taip lor...&lt;br /&gt;hoho~~&lt;br /&gt;x btol ckit skang coz bawu abes orientation week...&lt;br /&gt;it takes time to recover myself from it...&lt;br /&gt;huahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;nnti la..&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to upload photos of my orientation week(x reti nk wat short form)&lt;br /&gt;coz x bwk pendrive...la ni kat lab...&lt;br /&gt;hohoho~~&lt;br /&gt;papai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-7491276588900830576?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/7491276588900830576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=7491276588900830576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/7491276588900830576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/7491276588900830576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2008/07/yosh.html' title='yosh!!'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-9013213962879591544</id><published>2008-05-21T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:25:11.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tenkiu very much u guys!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SDRatKn-xeI/AAAAAAAAACU/LGca4SzMGws/s1600-h/sleepy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SDRatKn-xeI/AAAAAAAAACU/LGca4SzMGws/s200/sleepy.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202883201512424930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aien&lt;/strong&gt;-"happy birthday tau..ni tgh watper neh?ish...download jer kejenyer.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aswad&lt;/strong&gt;-zzzzz...*beep*beep*...?.....1 msg received..opening..assalamualaikum..selamat hari lahir faqihah!!!semoga mutiara iman kekal d atimu..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afiqah&lt;/strong&gt;-wait!..don+ sleep ye+! let me hug u 1s+!N wish you HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!.. Good ni+e!sllep tight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nysah&lt;/strong&gt;-http://mms.celcom.net.my/smil/MYZ38884AXI494Y1211386421.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;syipak&lt;/strong&gt;-"hepy besday!!eiii...dah tuaa....hehehe...muahhxx"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;syikin&lt;/strong&gt;-happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dh ngantuk...xleh tggu ar...zzzzzzz.....-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-9013213962879591544?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/9013213962879591544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=9013213962879591544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-8144755203766140931</id><published>2008-05-21T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:11:38.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sakit ati+marah</title><content type='html'>Dipetik dari Berita Harian Online;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bush minta maaf al-Quran ditembak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAGHDAD: Presiden Amerika Syarikat, George W Bush dan Komander No 2 Amerika Syarikat Iraq, Leftenan Jeneral Llyod J Austin III memohon maaf kepada Perdana Menteri dan Naib Presiden Iraq selepas seorang askar Amerika menjadikan senaskah kitab suci al-Quran sebagai sasaran latihan menembak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam satu kenyataan, Washington memetik Bush sebagai berkata, insiden itu mencetuskan kemarahan penduduk Iraq dan berjanji menghadapkan askar terbabit ke pengadilan mahkamah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush meminta maaf ketika menelefon Perdana Menteri Iraq, Nuri al-Maliki, kata Baghdad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin pula menemui dua pemimpin terbabit bersama speaker Parlimen, seorang Sunnah, berikutan kemarahan rakyat Iraq terhadap tentera Amerika selepas kejadian itu terutama di kalangan penduduk Arab Sunnah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam pertemuan di pejabatnya, Naib Presiden, Tariq al-Hashemi, pemimpin tertinggi Sunnah dalam kerajaan, memberitahu Austin mengenai perasaan kesal dan marah terhadap insiden itu dan ia tidak dapat dimaafkan dengan mudah kecuali ada hukuman setimpal dan jaminan bahawa kejadian seumpama itu tidak berulang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Hashemi menyatakan penghargaan beliau mengenai kunjungan pemimpin tentera Amerika itu tetapi meminta supaya satu permohonan maaf bertulis dibuat pihak tentera asing itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comment:sesenang makan ais kacang jer mintak maap gitu...nyirap ak ngan "kawan baik si iblis" neh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iluvislam.com/spica_gen/gambar/im67.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://testi.iluvislam.com"&gt;Dapatkan Mesej Bergambar di Sini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-8144755203766140931?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/8144755203766140931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=8144755203766140931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/8144755203766140931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/8144755203766140931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2008/05/sakit-atimarah.html' title='sakit ati+marah'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-7060484953227347866</id><published>2008-05-20T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T06:03:58.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>menghitung hari...yezzaaa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SDLMLKn-xdI/AAAAAAAAACM/JW-qhLE79ug/s1600-h/besday+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SDLMLKn-xdI/AAAAAAAAACM/JW-qhLE79ug/s200/besday+cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202445011769017810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda freak me out when sumbuddy will wake me up n said...."hey,u r 19 dis year..."&lt;br /&gt;its nearly to 20..err....scary but really motivate me...i'm a big gurl now...n i have to settle down my own problems with my own afford....i'm just too affectionate(my fren told me dat).....so..dis year..with a brand new age...sorry..I'M ON RECONSTRUCTION...huhuhu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-7060484953227347866?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/7060484953227347866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/3877849770981072776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/3877849770981072776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-1825260270400090841</id><published>2008-05-11T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:04:56.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry blame it on me-akon</title><content type='html'>AKON - “SORRY, BLAME IT ON ME”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As life goes on I’m starting to learn more and more about responsibility&lt;br /&gt;I realize everything I do is affecting the people around me&lt;br /&gt;So I want to take this time out and apologize for things I have done&lt;br /&gt;And things that have not occurred yet&lt;br /&gt;And the things they don’t want to take responsibility for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the times I left you home&lt;br /&gt;I was on the road and you were alone&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the times that I had to go&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the fact that I did not know&lt;br /&gt;That you were sitting home just wishing we&lt;br /&gt;Could go back to when it was just you and me&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the times I would neglect&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the times I disrespect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the wrong things that I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I’m not always there for my son&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the fact that I am not aware&lt;br /&gt;That you can’t sleep at night when I am not there&lt;br /&gt;Because I am in the streets like everyday&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the things that I did not say&lt;br /&gt;Like how you are the best thing in my world&lt;br /&gt;And how I am so proud to call you my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that there are some problems&lt;br /&gt;And I am not too blind to know&lt;br /&gt;All the pain you kept inside you&lt;br /&gt;Even though you might not show&lt;br /&gt;If I can apologize for being wrong&lt;br /&gt;Then it’s just a shame on me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the reason for your pain and you can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;Said you can put the blame on me &lt;br /&gt;Said you can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;Said you can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the things that he put you through&lt;br /&gt;And all the times you didn’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that you had to go and sell those packs&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to stay busy till you heard from Dad&lt;br /&gt;And you would rather be home with all your kids&lt;br /&gt;As one big family with love and bliss&lt;br /&gt;And even though Pops treated us like kings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got a second wife and you didn’t agree&lt;br /&gt;He got up and left you there all alone&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry that you had to do it on your own&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry that I went and added to your grief&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry that your son was once a thief&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry that I grew up way too fast&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would’ve listened and not be so bad&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry your life turned out this way&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry the FEDS came and took me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that there are some problems&lt;br /&gt;And I am not too blind to know&lt;br /&gt;All the pain you kept inside you&lt;br /&gt;Even though you might not show&lt;br /&gt;If I can apologize for being wrong&lt;br /&gt;Then it’s just a shame on me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the reason for your pain and you can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;Said you can put the blame on me &lt;br /&gt;Said you can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;Said you can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry that it took so long to see&lt;br /&gt;They were dead wrong trying to put it on me&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry that it took so long to speak&lt;br /&gt;But I was on tour with Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the hand that she was dealt&lt;br /&gt;For the embarrassment that she felt&lt;br /&gt;Just a little young girl trying to have fun&lt;br /&gt;Her daddy should never let her out that young&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for Club Zen getting shut down&lt;br /&gt;I hope they manage better next time around&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know she was underage&lt;br /&gt;Enter 21 you know the club they say&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn’t anybody wanna take blame&lt;br /&gt;For rising back out disgracing my name&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a singer trying to entertain&lt;br /&gt;Because I love my fans I’ll take that blame&lt;br /&gt;Even though the blame’s on you&lt;br /&gt;Even though the blame's on you&lt;br /&gt;Even though the blame's on you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take that blame from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can put that blame on me&lt;br /&gt;And you can put that blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put that blame on me&lt;br /&gt;And you can put that blame on me&lt;br /&gt;And you can put that blame on me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis song makes me a different person-curiously to know bout him....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-1825260270400090841?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/1825260270400090841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=1825260270400090841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/1825260270400090841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/1825260270400090841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/2008/05/sorry-blame-it-on-me-akon_11.html' title='sorry blame it on me-akon'/><author><name>faqihah salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272278627201142149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/TVFXu8x9LbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TuWppVhnNVE/s220/DSC04739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222588256659420679.post-850558666671802563</id><published>2008-05-11T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:29:57.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my housemate.....uhuuu.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SCcd7qn-xaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Cv5sMBXYFpw/s1600-h/IMG_3376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199157205713995170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SCcd7qn-xaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Cv5sMBXYFpw/s200/IMG_3376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; name:aien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;status:in relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tamhidi:dentistry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SCcdxKn-xZI/AAAAAAAAABs/_SM9eTbwbF8/s1600-h/IMG_3380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199157025325368722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SCcdxKn-xZI/AAAAAAAAABs/_SM9eTbwbF8/s200/IMG_3380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; name:syipak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;status:in relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tamhidi:sc tech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SCcdlan-xYI/AAAAAAAAABk/-mf-0uUU1tU/s1600-h/IMG_3375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199156823461905794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SCcdlan-xYI/AAAAAAAAABk/-mf-0uUU1tU/s200/IMG_3375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;name:nysah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;status:single&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tamhidi:sc tech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SCcdZan-xXI/AAAAAAAAABc/hBCh8xHphAo/s1600-h/IMG_3377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199156617303475570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SCcdZan-xXI/AAAAAAAAABc/hBCh8xHphAo/s200/IMG_3377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;name:nabihah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;status:??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tamhidi:sc tech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SCcdOan-xWI/AAAAAAAAABU/2QfswUYh0uA/s1600-h/IMG_3378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199156428324914530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SCcdOan-xWI/AAAAAAAAABU/2QfswUYh0uA/s200/IMG_3378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;name:najdah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;status:married&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tamhidi:medic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SCcc1an-xVI/AAAAAAAAABM/nlTJlsO3R3A/s1600-h/gambar+qeha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199155998828184914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqVzSenSTN8/SCcc1an-xVI/AAAAAAAAABM/nlTJlsO3R3A/s200/gambar+qeha.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;name:faqihah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;status:uiks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tamhidi:sc tech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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afford to remind all of them...no matter who they are,where they're from...n the most important is...inside...our heart...do love each other....do support each other eventhough cud not see each other...so far we are...so close...dah2...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222588256659420679-9152060397466641514?l=faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqihahsalleh.blogspot.com/feeds/9152060397466641514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222588256659420679&amp;postID=9152060397466641514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222588256659420679/posts/default/9152060397466641514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>hohoho....ehem2......assalamualaikum guys!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;huhuhu...at last.....blogging will be my greatest job from now on until...emmm...until...&lt;em&gt;ntah&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dare to deal with bare hands&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lot of crap responses from me after dis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unclear to me turn bright n so &lt;em&gt;paham&lt;/em&gt; after dis(4 me &lt;em&gt;laa&lt;/em&gt;...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enough with it...so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tattadada...presenting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;aku_purple.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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