<?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-9214317809017983991</id><updated>2011-08-23T03:07:48.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inside out</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-1993418667171414651</id><published>2010-11-25T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T16:40:02.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentang Harapan</title><content type='html'>Aku sebenarnya kusut dan ralat&lt;br /&gt;terhadap apa yang telah kutemui di sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejalur cahaya halus&lt;br /&gt;dan nipis&lt;br /&gt;menembusi ruang&lt;br /&gt;yang gelap dan sempit.&lt;br /&gt;Seolah-olah menjanjikan terang &lt;br /&gt;yang meliputi.&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi hanya tinggal sejalur cahaya&lt;br /&gt;nipis dan semakin kusam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang aku harapkan&lt;br /&gt;adalah matahari,&lt;br /&gt;terangnya melangkaui cakerawala&lt;br /&gt;melepasi galaksi,&lt;br /&gt;ke penghujung semesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selingkar air menyulur&lt;br /&gt;di dalam parit.&lt;br /&gt;Seolah-olah menjanjikan&lt;br /&gt;tasik yang penuh melimpah&lt;br /&gt;di penghujungnya.&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi kekal hanya air di parit yang&lt;br /&gt;sebentar nanti akan&lt;br /&gt;kering dan lenyap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang aku harapkan &lt;br /&gt;adalah lautan luas&lt;br /&gt;dan tenang.&lt;br /&gt;Tertebar bebas melepasi sayang-sayap unggas,&lt;br /&gt;ke penghujung horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang mungkin sempit,&lt;br /&gt;dan mampu hanya &lt;br /&gt;bermimpi,&lt;br /&gt;tentang sesuatu yang tidak mungkin&lt;br /&gt;akan terjadi di sini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-1993418667171414651?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/1993418667171414651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/1993418667171414651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2010/11/tentang-harapan.html' title='Tentang Harapan'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-5274214642837252514</id><published>2010-06-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T00:00:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow</title><content type='html'>O illusive friend&lt;br /&gt;embrace me;&lt;br /&gt;won't you stay here&lt;br /&gt;just for a bit longer&lt;br /&gt;and make me forget &lt;br /&gt;of this gaping emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish&lt;br /&gt;that you don't ever have to go&lt;br /&gt;that I don't have to feel the cold&lt;br /&gt;of your absence&lt;br /&gt;all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-5274214642837252514?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/5274214642837252514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/5274214642837252514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2010/06/shadow.html' title='Shadow'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-5569081046171973052</id><published>2010-03-29T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T10:24:49.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With A Trembling Heart</title><content type='html'>Dear God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me pass through this&lt;br /&gt;with my two feet still walking&lt;br /&gt;and my hands facing up &lt;br /&gt;in search of spaces&lt;br /&gt;where there is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that I will still feel&lt;br /&gt;that I'm not alone in this &lt;br /&gt;And that I have the courage&lt;br /&gt;to do what I've meant to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-5569081046171973052?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/5569081046171973052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/5569081046171973052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/with-trembling-heart.html' title='With A Trembling Heart'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-6216028940229268276</id><published>2010-03-11T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T14:12:20.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poison Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was angry with my friend:&lt;br /&gt;I told my wrath, my wrath did end.&lt;br /&gt;I was angry with my foe:&lt;br /&gt;I told it not, my wrath did grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I watered it in fears&lt;br /&gt;Night and morning with my tears,&lt;br /&gt;And I sunned it with smiles&lt;br /&gt;And with soft deceitful wiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And it grew both day and night,&lt;br /&gt;Till it bore an apple bright,&lt;br /&gt;And my foe beheld it shine,&lt;br /&gt;And he knew that it was mine,--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And into my garden stole&lt;br /&gt;When the night had veiled the pole;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, glad, I see&lt;br /&gt;My foe outstretched beneath the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;William Blake&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-6216028940229268276?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/6216028940229268276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/6216028940229268276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/poison-tree.html' title='A Poison Tree'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-7696080772798306660</id><published>2010-02-10T14:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:25:14.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Map of the Problematique</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XzhLw6qLAU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XzhLw6qLAU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="popupBody"&gt;Fear and panic in the air&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free&lt;br /&gt;From desolation and despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel&lt;br /&gt;like everything I sow&lt;br /&gt;is being swept away&lt;br /&gt;well I refuse to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it right&lt;br /&gt;since I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness be over&lt;br /&gt;when will this loneliness be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will flash before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;so scattered and lost&lt;br /&gt;I want to touch the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one&lt;br /&gt;thinks they are to blame&lt;br /&gt;why can't we see&lt;br /&gt;when we bleed&lt;br /&gt;we bleed the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it right&lt;br /&gt;since I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness be over&lt;br /&gt;when will this loneliness be over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-7696080772798306660?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/7696080772798306660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/7696080772798306660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2010/02/epic.html' title='Map of the Problematique'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-8921102665088277847</id><published>2010-01-27T14:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:32:18.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gugur</title><content type='html'>Kasih&lt;br /&gt;Kau bukan kekasihku&lt;br /&gt;Lantas harus aku berputus asa padamu&lt;br /&gt;Kerana kau sudah sempurna&lt;br /&gt;dan aku tidak bisa melengkapimu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-8921102665088277847?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/8921102665088277847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/8921102665088277847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2010/01/stillborn.html' title='Gugur'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-7806984371853974621</id><published>2010-01-12T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:46:21.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5DUCKGyojpE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5DUCKGyojpE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-7806984371853974621?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/7806984371853974621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/7806984371853974621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2010/01/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-8290178269747958583</id><published>2010-01-12T11:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:17:05.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the Edge of the Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zr7wNQw12l8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param 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Universe'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-342819743377915474</id><published>2009-12-17T10:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:09:33.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Second Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Turning and turning in the widening gyre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The falcon cannot hear the falconer; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony of innocence is drowned; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best lack all conviction, while the worst &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are full of passionate intensity.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Surely some revelation is at hand;&lt;br /&gt;Surely the Second Coming is at hand.&lt;br /&gt;The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out&lt;br /&gt;When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi&lt;br /&gt;Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;&lt;br /&gt;A shape with lion body and the head of a man,&lt;br /&gt;A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it&lt;br /&gt;Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.&lt;br /&gt;The darkness drops again but now I know&lt;br /&gt;That twenty centuries of stony sleep&lt;br /&gt;Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,&lt;br /&gt;And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,&lt;br /&gt;Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;William Butler Yeats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-342819743377915474?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/342819743377915474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/342819743377915474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/second-coming.html' title='The Second Coming'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-8644347537120533597</id><published>2009-12-09T10:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:51:39.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exo-Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Open the skies over me&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting patiently&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for a sign&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As conspiracies unwind&lt;br /&gt;will you slam shut or free your mind?&lt;br /&gt;or stay hypnotized&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When the Zetas fill the skies&lt;br /&gt;will our leaders tell us why&lt;br /&gt;fully loaded satellites&lt;br /&gt;will conquer nothing but our minds&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am waiting patiently&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for the sign&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Carried through the centuries&lt;br /&gt;secrets locked up&lt;br /&gt;and loaded on my back&lt;br /&gt;and it weighs me down&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When the Zetas fill the skies&lt;br /&gt;it's just our leaders in disguise&lt;br /&gt;fully loaded satellites&lt;br /&gt;will conquer nothing but our minds&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am waiting patiently&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for the sign&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-8644347537120533597?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/8644347537120533597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/8644347537120533597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/exo-politics.html' title='Exo-Politics'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-1983975988910605564</id><published>2009-12-03T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:22:37.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadkill</title><content type='html'>A dead dog on the roadside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tragedy there&lt;br /&gt;No one's mourning&lt;br /&gt;What a waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-1983975988910605564?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/1983975988910605564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/1983975988910605564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/roadkill.html' title='Roadkill'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-1508527444344532590</id><published>2009-12-01T12:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:28:21.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fool's Odyssey</title><content type='html'>It is when I try too hard&lt;br /&gt;that you fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stop now,&lt;br /&gt;flowing through to you&lt;br /&gt;Against this relentless deafening current,&lt;br /&gt;upstream&lt;br /&gt;for this stupid love.&lt;br /&gt;My skin peels away&lt;br /&gt;beating against the jagged boulders&lt;br /&gt;Missing a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;the jaws that stand waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see?&lt;br /&gt;That it is my nature&lt;br /&gt;to kill myself&lt;br /&gt;to love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause either way&lt;br /&gt;it is the end of me.&lt;br /&gt;And I won't let this end&lt;br /&gt;Without finding my way home&lt;br /&gt;back to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-1508527444344532590?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/1508527444344532590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/1508527444344532590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/odyssey.html' title='A Fool&apos;s Odyssey'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-2369362734063423075</id><published>2009-11-30T10:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:29:46.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate This And I'll Love You</title><content type='html'>Oh I am growing tired&lt;br /&gt;Of allowing you to steal&lt;br /&gt;Everything I have&lt;br /&gt;You're making me feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I was born to service you&lt;br /&gt;But I am growing by the hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left us far behind&lt;br /&gt;So we all discard our souls&lt;br /&gt;And blaze through your skies&lt;br /&gt;So unafraid to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I was born to destroy you&lt;br /&gt;And I am growing by the hour&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting strong in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You led me on&lt;br /&gt;You led me on&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting strong in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Bellamy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-2369362734063423075?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/2369362734063423075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/2369362734063423075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2009/11/hate-this-and-ill-love-you_30.html' title='Hate This And I&apos;ll Love You'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-4351032523774606899</id><published>2009-11-30T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:01:30.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Please father&lt;br /&gt;don't send me away.&lt;br /&gt;Please mother&lt;br /&gt;don't give me away.&lt;br /&gt;Please sister&lt;br /&gt;don't let them take me away.&lt;br /&gt;Please brother&lt;br /&gt;please let me stay.&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay here with all of you&lt;br /&gt;that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the world is too beautiful and weary&lt;br /&gt;and it is cruel.&lt;br /&gt;And it wants&lt;br /&gt;to take me to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I come back&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lost.&lt;br /&gt;All that you have made of me&lt;br /&gt;would be withered and undone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-4351032523774606899?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/4351032523774606899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/4351032523774606899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2009/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-8861053067396297535</id><published>2009-11-30T09:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:42:46.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradox</title><content type='html'>I am the earth&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blue&lt;br /&gt;And I'm red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm simple&lt;br /&gt;And I am complicated.&lt;br /&gt;I am a genius&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm whole&lt;br /&gt;And I am in pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I'm me&lt;br /&gt;And I am you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything&lt;br /&gt;And I am nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here&lt;br /&gt;And I am gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-8861053067396297535?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/8861053067396297535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/8861053067396297535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2009/11/paradox.html' title='Paradox'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-7307705132050961117</id><published>2009-11-16T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:00:05.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twilight Saga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SwEF4NBEbVI/AAAAAAAAALo/4xfg-X_JEsE/s1600/twilight-books-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SwEF4NBEbVI/AAAAAAAAALo/4xfg-X_JEsE/s200/twilight-books-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404607490946264402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm into them too, head to toe...completely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-7307705132050961117?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/7307705132050961117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/7307705132050961117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2009/11/twilight-saga.html' title='The Twilight Saga'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SwEF4NBEbVI/AAAAAAAAALo/4xfg-X_JEsE/s72-c/twilight-books-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-7791589583559170274</id><published>2009-07-23T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:29:13.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Divide</title><content type='html'>I remembered black skies,&lt;br /&gt;the lightning all around me&lt;br /&gt;I remembered each flash&lt;br /&gt;as time began to blur&lt;br /&gt;Like a startling sign&lt;br /&gt;that fate had finally found me&lt;br /&gt;And your voice was all I heard&lt;br /&gt;that I get what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me reason&lt;br /&gt;to prove me wrong,&lt;br /&gt;to wash this memory clean&lt;br /&gt;Let the floods cross&lt;br /&gt;the distance in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Give me reason to fill this hole,&lt;br /&gt;connect the space between&lt;br /&gt;Let it be enough to reach the truth&lt;br /&gt;that lies across this new divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing in sight&lt;br /&gt;but memories left abandoned&lt;br /&gt;There was nowhere to hide,&lt;br /&gt; the ashes fell like snow&lt;br /&gt;And the ground caved in&lt;br /&gt;between where we were standing&lt;br /&gt;And your voice was all I heard&lt;br /&gt;that I get what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me reason&lt;br /&gt;to prove me wrong,&lt;br /&gt;to wash this memory clean&lt;br /&gt;Let the floods cross&lt;br /&gt;the distance in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;across this new divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every loss, in every lie,&lt;br /&gt;in every truth that you'd deny&lt;br /&gt;And each regret and each goodbye&lt;br /&gt;was a mistake too great to hide&lt;br /&gt;And your voice was all I heard&lt;br /&gt;that I get what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me reason&lt;br /&gt;to prove me wrong,&lt;br /&gt;to wash this memory clean&lt;br /&gt;Let the floods cross&lt;br /&gt;the distance in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Give me reason&lt;br /&gt;to fill this hole,&lt;br /&gt;connect the space between&lt;br /&gt;Let it be enough&lt;br /&gt;to reach the truth that lies&lt;br /&gt;Across this new divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-7791589583559170274?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/7791589583559170274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/7791589583559170274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-divide.html' title='New Divide'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-363480211821858494</id><published>2009-06-15T17:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:19:31.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useful Tools</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SjYRr2tw1ZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/QYXnNHS-9sw/s1600-h/stress+reduction+kit2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347481052668548498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SjYRr2tw1ZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/QYXnNHS-9sw/s200/stress+reduction+kit2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-363480211821858494?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/363480211821858494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/363480211821858494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/useful-tools.html' title='Useful Tools'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SjYRr2tw1ZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/QYXnNHS-9sw/s72-c/stress+reduction+kit2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-3330091039260448002</id><published>2009-05-19T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:27:00.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad World</title><content type='html'>All around me are familiar faces&lt;br /&gt;Worn out places, worn out faces&lt;br /&gt;Bright and early for their daily races&lt;br /&gt;Going nowhere, going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Their tears are filling up their glasses&lt;br /&gt;No expression, no expression&lt;br /&gt;Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;No tomorrow, no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find it kind of funny&lt;br /&gt;I find it kind of sad&lt;br /&gt;The dreams in which I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;Are the best I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to take&lt;br /&gt;When people run in circles&lt;br /&gt;It's a very, very&lt;br /&gt;Mad World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children waiting for the day they feel good&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;And I feel the way that every child should&lt;br /&gt;Sit and listen, sit and listen&lt;br /&gt;Went to school and I was very nervous&lt;br /&gt;No one knew me, no one knew me&lt;br /&gt;Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson&lt;br /&gt;Look right through me, look right through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find it kind of funny&lt;br /&gt;I find it kind of sad&lt;br /&gt;The dreams in which I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;Are the best I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to take&lt;br /&gt;When people run in circles&lt;br /&gt;It's a very, very&lt;br /&gt;Mad World&lt;br /&gt;Enlarging your world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Jules&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-3330091039260448002?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/3330091039260448002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/3330091039260448002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/mad-world.html' title='Mad World'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-55009756866476487</id><published>2009-01-29T16:41:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:19:32.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Ok, my brother a.k.a Gundz tagged me. Actually this is the first time I am tagged, so I am officially dah jadi jakun.. :p .. Anyway, here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am (waiting to clock out! - still got 7 hrs to go..eeeee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296634954827236146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYFtbbtlAzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mD2QlCS_gJQ/s200/rdin568l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. I really want to go to (Pulau Perhentian..I'm desperately pining for it-refer to previous entry...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296636454833526402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYFuyvq8loI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Dgl5ojsmGpk/s200/ima-flash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My favourite place (in a movie theatre, watching a good movie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296643881656004978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYF1jCvaMXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UVfsEH7WFMM/s200/chicago-movies.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My favourite things are (books &amp;amp; great desserts...yummy) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296640372365618530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYFyWxnYbWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mZnaLsTEuak/s200/festival_of_books.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296641222272323186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYFzIPw7jnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eh-5yXQCHLw/s200/2008_5_27-Desserts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My favourite drink (mango lassi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296642791139716786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYF0jkQELrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-RKms4zUw7I/s200/mango_lassi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My favourite food (lamb, especially grilled or BBQed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296644975971988402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYF2ivYq87I/AAAAAAAAAI8/cKoEvHEDu4g/s200/grilled-lamb-chops-and-harissa-014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My favourite colour-s (blue, green &amp;amp; beige)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296647782403185522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYF5GGKAm3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/L20-kmAclrg/s200/peacock-eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I live in (Kesuma Lakes, Beranang)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296648422180868546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYF5rVg5UcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/7nWqyYy141c/s200/1107_main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I was born in (Kuala Lumpur - Jln Ipoh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296650217772812626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYF7T2nYCVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kohy2XKRHzw/s200/kuala-lumpur-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I attended (SMJB, Kajang High &amp;amp; UKM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296887904513085186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYJTfCuQzwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/m7eJNNyt-B8/s200/127678438598s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296888173068031090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYJTurKwFHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wG83UKBrAyk/s200/utama.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296888423163236434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYJT9O2GEFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_lgUjDJR1Lo/s200/UKM_logo_4C_teks%2520hitam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. My favourite story-ies (The House of The Spirits by Isabel Allende &amp;amp; all Roald Dahl's stories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296891440314700530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYJWs2nD0vI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/w9fepzrXDo8/s200/14501767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296891657787684338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYJW5gwqNfI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9yvdrLVRdFE/s200/22001923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Hobby (watch movies - nowadays :p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296893909080807442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYJY8jexGBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RKJ7wpbWfnc/s200/28776319_zoeytv2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;13. I wish for (selamat dunia &amp;amp; akhirat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296896849467563026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYJbntRmXBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/kU_kxFn7u3A/s200/stairway_to_heaven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so that's that.. but there's a problem now...who to tag next? Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoever that reads this and haven't been tagged on the same subject. &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/9214317809017983991-55009756866476487?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/55009756866476487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/55009756866476487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYFtbbtlAzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mD2QlCS_gJQ/s72-c/rdin568l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-2282772297822829776</id><published>2009-01-28T15:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:07:53.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Escape</title><content type='html'>to be right there, on the flawless beach of Perhentian Island.. lying on the hammock, cool breeze on my skin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296246300256944546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYAL8wnKwaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/r6EJU_sfWqg/s200/pperhentian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And going island hopping to remote abandoned corners, on transparent waters...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296246905093687330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYAMf9zfCCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/OeTq4yW2Dv8/s200/1351120853_c0802e94fc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the animals are friendly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296247459004510946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYANANSHcuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/DeqAWNbo_9Q/s200/70978184_ac2e06a9d0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect getaway,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful daydream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....Can't wait to go back there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-2282772297822829776?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/2282772297822829776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/2282772297822829776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-escape.html' title='The Great Escape'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SYAL8wnKwaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/r6EJU_sfWqg/s72-c/pperhentian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-1153867772211702476</id><published>2008-11-21T13:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:23:01.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are You Looking for?</title><content type='html'>Is not here&lt;br /&gt;The anticipation&lt;br /&gt;to feel your tired soul at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;to take off that burden&lt;br /&gt;has left me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drained out in sharp seeps&lt;br /&gt;over subtle moments&lt;br /&gt;almost unfelt&lt;br /&gt;A universe of agony somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;more blunt&lt;br /&gt;that I could never know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this parched ground&lt;br /&gt;monotonous as far as the eye can see&lt;br /&gt;you are a nonentity&lt;br /&gt;colourless and vacuum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-1153867772211702476?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/1153867772211702476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/1153867772211702476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-are-you-looking-for.html' title='What are You Looking for?'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-2472976148668490281</id><published>2008-09-03T09:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:09:32.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This year has been by far the toughest in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had to make the most difficult decision I've ever had to make - to leave the life I've had, to finally give up on it after struggling like mad to make it work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Facing the consequences &amp;amp; my fear, I had to fight hard, against all odds, against the worst possible outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had to fight harder as the retaliations were becoming more intimidating and cunning. At times, it seemed really bleak, and I was right at the verge of crashing and breaking to pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;April &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I won. And I was not thrilled or happy as many thought I would or should; it was not a struggle for freedom. But a loss and the end of certain hopes and what should have been for me and for others who have had the same hopes for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;May &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was re-introduced to the solitude of singlehood. Everything seemed different now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My sister, my roomate moved out. That was surprisingly though to handle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My car was giving me some real serious problems, had to spend unbelievable amount of cash that I didn't have to fix it &amp;amp; was warned that more of this is expected in the near future. I'm broke, and I'm really angry and bitter toward him and at my own stupidity for believing in what we had when I knew that everything was going against my instinct from the very beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My former family attempted to rebuild the broken bridge. I love them and I really missed them, but I don't know how to handle this unchartered territory. It's too risky. It seems so much easier to just let it all go than holding on to pieces that you think is alright. The fact is it's not, because the fight is not over and I know for fact that they'll stop loving me then; and the pain will be worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sis's wedding is over but unsettled matters remained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Financial crisis started to hit. Can't make ends meet. I hate to ask others for help, to be seen vulnerable. I had to find alternatives &amp;amp; make more tough choices. I let go all the valuable belongings that I own, besides the crucial ones . Everything goes, but not all are going easily, still. But I had to let them go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I had to find more alternatives. Started with the 'work very hard' days for the next few months. I hated it but I had to. And they proved to be really hard. On some of these days, when things are harder than usual, I cursed the x more than usual, becoming more bitter and angrier. I should not, no point in it, but I can't help it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;July &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My confinement period is over &amp;amp; the x has started to bug me, literally, with his creeping crawling sms's. The after effect: the feeling of icky-ness and disgust on my skin, the pit of my stomach and right into my head. That too has been more difficult to handle than I thought. The hole in my bank account is getting bigger and the 'work hard days' haven't shown the kind of immediate solution that I was expecting. My salary evaporated within days and unpaid bills and expenses lined up in a restless queue, demanding to be settled. And the scarcity crept further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have officially become the member of the a new growing society (I heard this term used in a local tv program): the poor middle class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Faced a serious challenge at work, one of the worst in my career which was completely unneccesary and did not make sense. Simple task, but the too many beuracratic nonsence, coated with sheer arrogance of some senior baboons in the organization, made it impossible to handle. It was finally completed, but the tensions were seriously not worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's only the beginning of the month and my car was hit in an accident. This has resulted in a series of complications that I'm still trying to cope, not to mention others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All of these looks like a long list whining. But they are not intended to be percieved that way, because In spite of these 'difficulties', I truly feel blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've realized and I am reassured time and time again that I've got the greatest parents and siblings in the world and that I am surrounded by family and some significant people whom without their support, I would have just sank and drowned in my misery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've became closer to a few very good friends and made some new ones. Depite the financial crisis, I don't feel bogged down by them. My mother &amp;amp; father taught me that every problem comes from God and He will provide solutions and opportunities, as long as we open our minds to the possibilities that lie in front us and are not afraid to take chances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most of all, I just can't believe that I've done all the otherwise crazy things that I've done this year. The courage, strength and convictions are the most precious discovery that I've made about myself. For that I can't be thankful enough to the Almighty God, because He has bestowed them to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A couple of well known cliches state that: What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger, and that when you hit rock bottom, the only direction to go next is up! For me, they have been absolutely true! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's the worst year of my life. And I've never felt better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah to the Most Merciful and Compassionate.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-2472976148668490281?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/2472976148668490281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/2472976148668490281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-i-love-my-life.html' title='Why I Love My Life'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-7905784280432857994</id><published>2008-07-30T15:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:03:00.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>On a very hot afternoon:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(walking towards the pak guard, fuming) Encik, encik, nak bagitau ni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Pak Guard: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Apa dia, kenapa nih?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ada orang parking kat tempat saya la, dah banyak kali dah ni kereta yang sama. Kalau parking sekejap tu takpe la, tapi ni dah tiga empat kali dah dalam dua minggu ni. Pastu dia parking dari pagi sampai petang pulak tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Pak Guard: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Oooo, ni kita boleh ambik tindakan. Cik tunjuk kat saya kereta mana, saya panggil orang-orang saya untuk clamp kereta tu. Haii.. selalu problem orang parking kat tempat staff ni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(walking towards my parking space with the Pak Guard) Tu lah, dah la panas, macam hari tu hujan lebat, pastu saya kena parking kat tempat orang lain, jauh betul. Geram betullah diorang ni!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Pak Guard: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ok, ok, kita akan uruskan problem cik.. (arrived at my parking)... Eh! Alamak...Hehehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Apasal encik?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Pak Guard: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hmmm.. Ni kereta saya la, sorry la ye, saya alihkan sekarang jugak. Sorry la ye, sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What the...!&lt;br /&gt;Harapkan pak guard, pak guard makan padi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-7905784280432857994?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/7905784280432857994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/7905784280432857994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-2357463860751353279</id><published>2008-07-17T11:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:32:50.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;unravel me&lt;br /&gt;a distant cord&lt;br /&gt;on the outside is forgotten&lt;br /&gt;a constant need&lt;br /&gt;to get along&lt;br /&gt;and the animal awakens&lt;br /&gt;and all I feel is black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the road is long&lt;br /&gt;the memory slides&lt;br /&gt;to the whole of my undoing&lt;br /&gt;put aside&lt;br /&gt;I put away&lt;br /&gt;I push it back to get through each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;and all I feel is black and white&lt;br /&gt;and I'm wound up small and tight&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody loves you when you're easy&lt;br /&gt;everybody hates when you're a bore&lt;br /&gt;everyone is waiting for your entrance so&lt;br /&gt;don't disappoint them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unravel me&lt;br /&gt;untie this cord&lt;br /&gt;the very centre of our union&lt;br /&gt;is caving in&lt;br /&gt;I can't endure&lt;br /&gt;I am the archive of our failure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;and all I feel is black and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;and I wound up small and tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;and I don't know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;everybody loves you when you're easy so&lt;br /&gt;don't disappoint them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah Machlaclan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surfacing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-2357463860751353279?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/2357463860751353279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/2357463860751353279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/black-and-white.html' title='Black and White'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-8234069561010366050</id><published>2008-06-20T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T17:25:01.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank God for weekends!&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213892048361973794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SFt3MY_ZaCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oEJYuqXkbHI/s200/vladstudio_learningtofly_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-8234069561010366050?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/8234069561010366050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/8234069561010366050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2008/06/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SFt3MY_ZaCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oEJYuqXkbHI/s72-c/vladstudio_learningtofly_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-1025580872837237897</id><published>2008-06-06T12:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:22:55.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh!!! Bencinye!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208618891179750626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="87" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SEi7SPsodOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dG6YLPWDpdI/s200/kee.GIF" width="258" border="0" /&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/9214317809017983991-1025580872837237897?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/1025580872837237897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/1025580872837237897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2008/06/ahhh-bencinye.html' title='Ahhh!!! Bencinye!!!!!'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SEi7SPsodOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dG6YLPWDpdI/s72-c/kee.GIF' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-509759553882528732</id><published>2008-05-20T11:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:35:40.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Returning to Me</title><content type='html'>Moving into the depth&lt;br /&gt;of a strange water&lt;br /&gt;I looked for a place&lt;br /&gt;for me in the abyss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haunted me&lt;br /&gt;and I passed you by&lt;br /&gt;time and time&lt;br /&gt;kept you waiting&lt;br /&gt;in my bliss&lt;br /&gt;and I was lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bubble burst&lt;br /&gt;drowning in stiff water&lt;br /&gt;my eyes wide and stinging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to tell you&lt;br /&gt;about the state that I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I am tired&lt;br /&gt;of looking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I crawl back into your arms&lt;br /&gt;And you are&lt;br /&gt;the warming sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-509759553882528732?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/509759553882528732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/509759553882528732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2008/05/returning-to-me.html' title='And Returning to Me'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-1280193391010380676</id><published>2008-05-15T12:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:36:35.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erasing You</title><content type='html'>I'm walking&lt;br /&gt;on my way&lt;br /&gt;to a place&lt;br /&gt;where there is no more traces&lt;br /&gt;of you&lt;br /&gt;leaving you behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get out of my skin&lt;br /&gt;for I've severed you with&lt;br /&gt;blunt silences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleed where you are&lt;br /&gt;I will not stain my path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've walked&lt;br /&gt;to where there is no more traces&lt;br /&gt;of you&lt;br /&gt;you are left behind&lt;br /&gt;graveless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200890712710509394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SC1GjDa881I/AAAAAAAAADQ/LBn_DSwYFpE/s200/vladstudio_aflyingtree_thumb.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-1280193391010380676?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/1280193391010380676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/1280193391010380676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2008/05/erasing-you.html' title='Erasing You'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SC1GjDa881I/AAAAAAAAADQ/LBn_DSwYFpE/s72-c/vladstudio_aflyingtree_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-3931615852319389109</id><published>2008-04-22T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:57:54.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salawat to Ummiyin Rasul S.A.W</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Messenger of Allah! May salutations be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;O Messenger of Allah! May salutations be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;O the Most exalted by Allah! May salutations be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;O the Best of all the creations of Allah! May salutations be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;O the Beloved of Allah! May salutations be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;O the Leader of all Messengers! May salutations be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;O the Last of all the Messengers! May salutations be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;O the Messenger of the Lord of All the worlds! May salutations be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;O the Leader of the persons having enlightened faces and hands (on the Day of Judgement)! May salutations be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O the Harbinger of good tidings! May salutations be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;O the Warner! May salutations be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;(O the Messenger) May salutations be upon you, and upon your chaste and pious family members.&lt;br /&gt;(O the Messenger) May salutations be upon you, and upon your chaste wives who are the mothers of the believers.&lt;br /&gt;(O the Messenger) May salutations be upon you and your Companions.&lt;br /&gt;O the Messenger! May salutations be upon you and upon all the Nabis and Messengers of Allah; and upon all the righteous servants of Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Messenger of Allah! May Allah give you the best reward on your behalf, such reward which was never given to any messenger on behalf of his people. May Allah shower His Blessings upon you whenever people may talk about you and even when negligent people neglect your remembrance. May Allah shower His Blessings upon you among all the ancient people and among all the modern people; such choicest, perfect and pure blessings which never before were showered by Allah upon any of His servants. May Allah shower blessings upon you in the similar way as He guided us from the wrong path and removed our blindness because of your auspiciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I bear witness that their is no God but Allah, and I bear witness that you are His servant and Messenger, trustworthy and the Best of all His creation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I bear witness that you have conveyed the message of Allah and discharged the duty of the trust; and advised the Ummah (Community) and struggled in the path of Allah with right endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Allah! Bestow Thy choicest Blessings upon the Holy Last Messenger  beyond the expectations of those who expect for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ameen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-3931615852319389109?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/3931615852319389109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/3931615852319389109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2008/04/salawat-to-ummiyin-rasul-saw.html' title='Salawat to Ummiyin Rasul S.A.W'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-1293341567321750681</id><published>2008-03-26T10:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:47:45.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry On</title><content type='html'>Kumenatap langit yang tenang&lt;br /&gt;Dan tak kan menangisi malam&lt;br /&gt;Untuk tetap berdiri &lt;br /&gt;melawan hari&lt;br /&gt;Kuakan bererti &lt;br /&gt;ku takkan mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin masaku telah berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin hatiku tak berbentuk lagi&lt;br /&gt;Rasa ini takkan terubati&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi mati takkan mengubati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumenatap langit yang terang&lt;br /&gt;Dan takkan menangisi malam&lt;br /&gt;Kutetap berdiri...kumelawan hari&lt;br /&gt;Ku akan bererti &lt;br /&gt;ku takkan mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 DSD by Peterpan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-1293341567321750681?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/1293341567321750681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/1293341567321750681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2008/03/carry-on.html' title='Carry On'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-6597546118862128390</id><published>2008-03-11T11:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T09:20:05.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grace</title><content type='html'>'Then I will come at them, from in front of them behind them, from their right and from their left. You will not find most of them thankful.' (Al-A’raf:17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the predominant characteristics of us human beings are that we are full of flaws and imperfections; opposite of Allah who is the origin of all the glory, beauty and wholeness, manifested in His Asma-ul-Husna. Each of the Asma reveals an aspect of Allah that is discernable through the uniqueness, intricacy and the splendours of His creations and countless blessings that envelopes us and flow within us without us being aware of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the Creator and we, as part of the creations are at the mercy of Allah’s grace – the gift of existence, of air that we breathe, the mind to think and make choices, the body to perform whatever tasks to fulfill our needs, the food and water that we consume, in different forms, shapes, colour, flavour and the tounge to taste, the stomach to digest them accordingly and to absorb the good from them and remove the bad and unnecessary. And all the sights that we observe, the environment that live in, the places that we go to, the tools that we use and depend on, that we need to get our life going the way we have planned or to our likings, every second and moment of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The now, and the memories that makes us smile or frown, that taught us some lessons and fills our life with experiences, wisdom, and shapes who we are now and what we will become, of the possibilities and hopes that we have for the future and when things work out as planned or even better than what we have hoped for. And the people that we have around us, our loved ones, friends and acquaintances, enemies and strangers who enrich our lives and gives us some purpose in waking up everyday and going about living our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every second of our existence is a precious gift from Allah, but how often do we even realize that at any next second it will all end or will be taken away from us. How often do we realize the extent of Allah’s uncountable and inconceivable gifts that He is granting us? Can all the Alhamdulillahs or thank you ever be sufficient to embody the amount of gratitude that should fill our hearts and minds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, all we do mostly is complain of all the things that we don’t have and the things that went or going wrong for us or in the world we live in. But who are we to say that all these wrongs are wrong? Is not Allah who makes things happen the way they happen, even the bad ones? We, who cannot even see an inch beyond our scope of vision or hear a decimal beyond our hearing capacity; or be sure of what others are thinking even if that person is standing right in front of us? Countless limitations compared to the perfection of Allah, the Grand Designer, the Knower of all things, the Master Planner. He plans, He designs and He initiates. He draws the paths, many of them and He puts in the hearts, minds, movements, actions; every little thoughts, deeds and words of the knowledge and ability to take any of the paths that are laid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rewards and He punishes. Can any reward be more glorious that His and any punishment be more intense than His? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any blessing you have is from Allah. Then when harm touches you, it is to Him you cry for help. (An-Nahl: 53)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-6597546118862128390?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/6597546118862128390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/6597546118862128390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2008/03/grace.html' title='The Grace'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-8346506596112592575</id><published>2008-02-11T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T12:39:58.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thinking - An Article by Harun Yahya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following article is from harunyahya.com. I love to read his writings - brings me closer to the understanding of who I am and what life and the rest of the world are all about. This one in particular is one of my favourite:- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever thought about the fact that you did not exist before you were conceived and then born into the world and that you have come into existence from mere nothingness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about how the flowers you see in your living room everyday come out of pitch black, muddy soil with fragrant smells and are as colorful as they are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about how mosquitoes, which irritatingly fly around you, move their wings so fast that we are unable to see them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about how the peels of fruits such as bananas, watermelons, melons and oranges serve as wrappings of high quality, and how the fruits are packed in these wrappings so that they maintain their taste and fragrance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about the possibility that while you are asleep a sudden earthquake could raze your home, your office, and your city to the ground and that in a few seconds you could lose everything of the world you possess? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of how your life passes away very quickly, and that you will grow old and become weak, and slowly lose your beauty, health and strength? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about how one day you will find the angels of death appointed by God before you and that you will then leave this world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have you ever thought about why people are so attached to a world from which they will soon depart when what they basically need is to strive for the hereafter? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man is a being whom God furnishes with the faculty of thought. Yet, most people do not use this very important faculty as they should. In fact, some people almost never think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, each person possesses a capacity for thought of which even he himself is unaware. Once man begins to use this capacity, facts he has not been able to realise until that very moment begin to be uncovered for him. The deeper he goes in reflection, the more his capacity to think improves, and this is possible for everyone. One just has to realise that one needs to reflect and then to strive hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who does not think will remain totally distant from truths and lead his life in self-deception and error. As a result, he will not grasp the purpose of the creation of the world, and the reason for his existence on the earth. Yet, God has created everything with a purpose. This fact is stated in the Qur'an as follows: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We did not create the heavens and the earth and everything between them as a game. We did not create them except with truth but most of them do not know it. (Surat ad-Dukhan: 38-39)Did you suppose that We created you for amusement and that you would not return to Us? (Surat al-Muminun: 115)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, each person needs to ponder the purpose of creation, first as it concerns him himself, and then as it pertains to everything he sees in the universe and every event he experiences throughout his life. Someone who does not think, will understand the facts only after he dies, when he gives account before God, but then it will be too late. God says in the Qur'an that on the day of account, everybody will think and see the truth:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That day Hell is produced, that day man will remember; but how will the remembrance help him? He will say, "Oh! If only I had prepared in advance for this life of mine!" (Surat al-Fajr: 23-24)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth can be told to a person in many different ways; it can be shown by the use of details, pieces of evidence and by every means. Yet, if this person does not think over this truth on his own, sincerely and honestly with the purpose of comprehending the truth, all these efforts are useless. For this reason, when the messengers of God communicated the message to their people, they told them the truth clearly and then summoned them to think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While God has given us a chance in the life of this world to reflect and derive conclusions from our reflections, to see the truth will bring us great gain in our life in the hereafter. For this reason, God has summoned all people, through His prophets and books, to reflect on their creation and on the creation of the universe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have they not reflected within themselves? God did not create the heavens and the earth and everything between them except with truth and for a fixed term. Yet many people reject the meeting with their Lord. (Surat ar-Rum: 8)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who reflects grasps the secrets of God's creation, the truth of the life of this world, the existence of hell and paradise, and the inner truth of matters. He gets a deeper understanding of the importance of being a person with whom God is pleased, and so he lives religion as is its due, recognizes God's attributes in everything he sees, and begins to think not according to what the majority of people demand but as God commands. As a result, he takes pleasure from beauty much more than others do, and does not suffer distress from baseless misapprehensions and worldly greed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only a few of the beautiful things a person who thinks will gain in the world. The gain in the hereafter of someone who always finds the truth by thinking, is the love, approval, mercy and the paradise of our Lord, which are above everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;by Harun Yahya (&lt;a href="http://www.harunyahya.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;www.harunyahya.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-8346506596112592575?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/8346506596112592575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/8346506596112592575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2008/02/deep-thinking-article-by-harun-yahya.html' title='Deep Thinking - An Article by Harun Yahya'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-4166204411398262478</id><published>2008-02-05T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T14:46:03.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiple Intelligence</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! for Multiple Intelligence (MI)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is actually a contemporary theory in pedagogy (the science of learning) that was founded by Dr. Howard Gardner. It explains that every individual has a unique learning style, which means that when it comes to intelligence and the ability to understand others and the world around us, some people are good at one thing and not at others. Also, a person's intelligence can be perceived in many different areas and not just one or two. And also that different learners learn in different ways, according to their area of Intelligence. Dr. Gardner has identified seven different areas of Intelligence:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="openDetails(1);" href="http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/resources_ftp/client_ftp/ks3/ict/multiple_int/details.cfm?id=1" target="details"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kinaesthetic - Body Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="openDetails(2);" href="http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/resources_ftp/client_ftp/ks3/ict/multiple_int/details.cfm?id=2" target="details"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Linguistic - Word Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="openDetails(3);" href="http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/resources_ftp/client_ftp/ks3/ict/multiple_int/details.cfm?id=3" target="details"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Logical - Number Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="openDetails(4);" href="http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/resources_ftp/client_ftp/ks3/ict/multiple_int/details.cfm?id=4" target="details"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Interpersonal - People Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="openDetails(5);" href="http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/resources_ftp/client_ftp/ks3/ict/multiple_int/details.cfm?id=5" target="details"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Intrapersonal - Myself Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="openDetails(6);" href="http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/resources_ftp/client_ftp/ks3/ict/multiple_int/details.cfm?id=6" target="details"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Musical - Music Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="openDetails(7);" href="http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/resources_ftp/client_ftp/ks3/ict/multiple_int/details.cfm?id=7" target="details"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Visual/Spatial - Picture Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="openDetails(8);" href="http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/resources_ftp/client_ftp/ks3/ict/multiple_int/details.cfm?id=8" target="details"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Naturalistic - Nature Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The theory would considerably pose a strong criticism on the traditional teaching and evaluating system that requires learners to be tested on certain sets of knowledge that are pre-determined by a set of academic syllabus that may or may not fall within the circle of a learner's area of intelligence. The testing style may also be very limiting and extremely ineffective in determining the learner's true ability and intelligence. Furthermore, the results then would be used to determine the learner's intelligence within the schema of a particular education system that again may or may not allow the opportunity for the learner's area of intelligence to be emphasized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Very much like our UPSR, all the way to STPM.. You know, if you fail Maths, BM or English &amp;amp; dont get the above average results in certain subjects, don't dream of going to public U kind of thing, not to mention the parents' "stare-of -death" aka "omygod-my-kid-is-a-goner-now" and relatives &amp;amp; friends' "oh-this-is-the-stupid-one-in-the-family" look, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, don't ever feel bad if you did not do well in a particular subject or exams right. You ARE smart and you are smart at something that others may be lousy at. Be proud of who you are!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Want to know more about your intelligence? Actually, if you over 15 or 16, you probably would be able to guess it. Anyways, check out this link for brief intro and self-test:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/resources_ftp/client_ftp/ks3/ict/multiple_int/index.htm"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/resources_ftp/client_ftp/ks3/ict/multiple_int/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/resources_ftp/client_ftp/ks3/ict/multiple_int/index.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BTW, the test shows that my intelligence area are Language &amp;amp; Intrapersonal and my worst are Kinaesthetic &amp;amp; Logical. Mmmh...i was the happiest person on the planet when I got C6 (barely passed) in my maths in SPM-after much genuine hard work &amp;amp; my PE teacher only allowed me to pick up the sports stuffs from the store &amp;amp; nothing more.. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-4166204411398262478?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/4166204411398262478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/4166204411398262478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2008/02/multiple-intelligence.html' title='Multiple Intelligence'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-8406650633751854492</id><published>2008-01-29T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T17:04:41.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem</title><content type='html'>This was one of the first poems that I fell in love with.&lt;br /&gt;It captured both innocence and so much of wisdom at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revisiting it after so many experiences, becoming someone so different and so distant form that person that I used to be, the message proves to be a very good lesson of life indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Anne Gregory &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;by WB Yeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;'Never shall a young man,&lt;br /&gt;Thrown into despair&lt;br /&gt;By those great honey-coloured&lt;br /&gt;Ramparts at your ear,&lt;br /&gt;Love you for yourself alone&lt;br /&gt;And not your yellow hair.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;'But I can get a hair-dye&lt;br /&gt;And set such colour there,&lt;br /&gt;Brown, or black, or carrot,&lt;br /&gt;That young men in despair&lt;br /&gt;May love me for myself alone&lt;br /&gt;And not my yellow hair.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;'I heard an old religious man&lt;br /&gt;But yesternight declare&lt;br /&gt;That he had found a text to prove&lt;br /&gt;That only God, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;Could love you for yourself alone&lt;br /&gt;And not your yellow hair.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-8406650633751854492?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/8406650633751854492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/8406650633751854492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2008/01/poem.html' title='A Poem'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-3891625202415503445</id><published>2008-01-22T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T11:16:24.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>The blue bird is my going-to-be ex-husband. The red bird was me, glued to the wire. But managed to unglue herself and fly away as far as she can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..the sweet taste of freedom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158122789419911602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="268" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/R5VVWRs4ibI/AAAAAAAAACk/EcrBbdi5UUU/s400/august-xm.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-3891625202415503445?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/3891625202415503445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/3891625202415503445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2008/01/blue-bird-is-my-going-to-be-ex-husband.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/R5VVWRs4ibI/AAAAAAAAACk/EcrBbdi5UUU/s72-c/august-xm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-5045739843573319207</id><published>2007-11-09T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T13:23:11.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes!!!</title><content type='html'>Check out these babies! And they really taste great! And very reasonable price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kekcawan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;http://www.kekcawan.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130704812831215362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/RzPs1_gxDwI/AAAAAAAAACU/gANYGTT3zKI/s400/1340021673_a78e24a9de_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130704705457032946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/RzPsvvgxDvI/AAAAAAAAACM/sIuJTyBhKYM/s400/1102012631_3b2b60e9ab_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130704486413700834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/RzPsi_gxDuI/AAAAAAAAACE/QV9Bdx6OmZ4/s400/1245141056_1d09174840_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/RzPs7PgxDxI/AAAAAAAAACc/049sOCFerWo/s1600-h/1340022081_e4ddca5342_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130704903025528594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/RzPs7PgxDxI/AAAAAAAAACc/049sOCFerWo/s400/1340022081_e4ddca5342_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-5045739843573319207?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/5045739843573319207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/5045739843573319207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes!!!'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/RzPs1_gxDwI/AAAAAAAAACU/gANYGTT3zKI/s72-c/1340021673_a78e24a9de_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-6529767409322410966</id><published>2007-11-05T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:59:01.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Daripada Abu Hurairah r.a. daripada Rasulullah s.a.w, sabdanya:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Allah berfirman dalam Hadith Qudsi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Barangsiapa yang mendekati Aku dalam jarak sejengkal, maka Aku mendekat padanya dalam jarak sehasta dan barangsiapa yang mendekati Aku dalam jarak sehasta, maka Aku mendekat padanya dalam jarak sedepa. Jikalau hambaKu itu mendatangi Aku dengan berjalan, maka Aku mendatanginya dengan bergegas-gegas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Muttafaq 'alaih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-6529767409322410966?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/6529767409322410966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/6529767409322410966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/presence.html' title='Presence'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-9030438669768454683</id><published>2007-10-04T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:45:28.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Turn of Events</title><content type='html'>From the last post to this, my life has completely took a different turn. I'm on the verge of breaking up with my other half when then we were the envy of many troubled couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been the most tender lover and the biggest jerk ever, all at the same time. Men can do that. And who says you can't figure out &lt;strong&gt;women&lt;/strong&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what I've can say for now is, been there and done with the stream of tears. I've packed my bag &amp;amp; on the way to my parents'. Hope we can still save "what was left" (according to him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, only his ego is hurt and everything else is still in tact. The problem is, 99.5% of his existence is made up with his ego. And apparently it has been wiped out cruelly "like a tsunami". So there you go, only 0.5% left and that includes us &amp;amp; everything else. I can see the logic. The only thing is, it doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see where this ship will land. But I know it's going to land very soon somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-9030438669768454683?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/9030438669768454683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/9030438669768454683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2007/10/interesting-turn-of-events.html' title='Interesting Turn of Events'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-5317756624168116980</id><published>2007-07-09T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T09:09:16.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Comes to Baju Kurung</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/RpLZxIZHBlI/AAAAAAAAABE/OOIiUH4Kam0/s1600-h/Picture+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085366367344330322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/RpLZxIZHBlI/AAAAAAAAABE/OOIiUH4Kam0/s400/Picture+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new tropical rainforest design piece..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, could have been a gift wrapping paper..or a wallpaper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-5317756624168116980?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/5317756624168116980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/5317756624168116980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-it-comes-to-baju-kurung.html' title='When It Comes to Baju Kurung'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/RpLZxIZHBlI/AAAAAAAAABE/OOIiUH4Kam0/s72-c/Picture+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-5760178346512677485</id><published>2007-07-02T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:09:14.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’ve just joined a new place a couple of weeks ago. A lot advantages compared to the previous place, perks and material wise. However, one affirmation of life’s lessons on separation and goodbyes:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Happiness is when you are surrounded by people who know your weaknesses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(and strengths) and still appreciate you for who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;They make you feel that you are a significant part of their existence and that you have enriched their lives in the way no one else can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;And because of that, they feel the loss at your absence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loss is greater as I've lost the presence of so many people I've come to care and love, all at once...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-5760178346512677485?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/5760178346512677485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/5760178346512677485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-just-joined-new-place-couple-of.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-1831133513046305697</id><published>2007-06-06T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T15:48:31.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks bro..</title><content type='html'>This is a special dedication to my super genius brother who makes my blog look soooooo fabulous..Thanks a mil &amp;amp; luv ya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-1831133513046305697?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/1831133513046305697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/1831133513046305697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2007/06/thanks-bro.html' title='Thanks bro..'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-8854941023957286774</id><published>2007-06-05T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:56:21.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing Problems</title><content type='html'>This piece I've read from &lt;a href="mailto:wanita@jim"&gt;wanita@jim&lt;/a&gt; picked me up in some toughest times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Nasyrah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Have We not caused thy bosom to dilate, (QS. 94:1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And eased thee of the burden (QS. 94:2) Which weighed down thy back; (QS. 94:3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And exalted thy fame ? (QS. 94:4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But lo! with hardship goeth ease, (QS. 94:5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lo! with hardship goeth ease; (QS. 94:6) So when thou art relieved, still toil (QS. 94:7) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And strive to please thy Lord. (QS. 94:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The problem is not that there are problems. The problem is expecting otherwise and thinking that having problems is a problem." -- Theodore Rubin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our lives really begin to change when we learn to shift our perspective on ‘problems.’ When our ego encounters problems, it feels like a victim. "Poor me!" Ego wants life to be heavenly at all times. Anything that interferes with that must be avoided at all costs. From the spiritual perspective, problems are gifts. They offer our best path to growth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like it or not, pain gets our attention. Pain also challenges the ego's perception that it is in complete control of life and this opens the door for soul’s guidance. If we want to be rid of the pain, we must do the work that leads us to greater consciousness. Paradoxically, we can only get rid of the pain by moving through it. Always remember that our blocks, wounds and challenges are there to serve our growth by showing us that something needs to change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next time you feel "poor me," stop and ask, "What does my soul want to teach me?" Stop and really feel how your personality is reading the situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Allow your feelings to just be there without judging them. Now imagine your soul’s view. Allow the wisdom and love of your soul to sit with your personality and your perspective will be transformed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"No one can go back and make a brand new start. Anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending." -- Source Unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-8854941023957286774?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/8854941023957286774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/8854941023957286774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2007/06/facing-problems.html' title='Facing Problems'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214317809017983991.post-4181377496301637085</id><published>2007-06-02T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T15:19:12.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..</title><content type='html'>Can't believe I've actually and finally got around to setting up my own blog... Of course few people have been pestering me. Hope will not take a gazillion years to add posts in between. Don't know where this will get me to..but let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, Welcome to My Musings..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214317809017983991-4181377496301637085?l=hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/4181377496301637085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214317809017983991/posts/default/4181377496301637085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmd-mymusings.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally.html' title='Finally..'/><author><name>Hamidah Md</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12806548325478176198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7kF-_ME4so/SxMtbZGdEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/WTOFRF86QYU/S220/bloodyrose.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
