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I was just about to leave for class when an old folk appears out of nowhere picking up garbage in front of my house and sort them out into the recycle bins. She walked down the road doing the job, leaving her bicycle unguarded and I was just standing in the living room watching silently. &lt;br /&gt;
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I braved myself approaching her with a banana in hand as a friendly offering, and asked her what made her do the job. She smiled and replied, "I clean up the mess, sometimes the wind blows out garbage from the bins, so I pick them up and put them back, and sometimes it flies out from the cars, often when people see it, they never care, and I'm just doing what I could do to keep the environment clean."&lt;br /&gt;
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I was like oh wow, what a kind person. Honestly, I had no idea whether she is practicing any religion or not, but her attitude represents the pillar of any religion, be it Christian, Buddhist, Islam and etc which promotes the act of kindness. Though her appearance was not entirely impressive, her smile and insight made her a beautiful teacher. At least she taught me a valuable lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/div&gt;'Insaan' is an Arabic word for human being which is derived from the word 'Nasiya' which means to forget. No matter how alert a man is, he will never escape forgetfulness because that is one of his natural behaviors. So, whether you like it or not, we all need to be reminded and that is called 'Tazkirah'. Scholars have various definitions regarding 'Tazkirah', the most agreed definition is 'the reminder'. However, some others define it as 'the repetition' due to human's character who tends to forget. Both have different meanings, nevertheless, the ideas are equally the same.&lt;br /&gt;
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We might have a set of goals or a list of targets to achieve in life, but when we go through the daily routines, our mind would be easily diverted due to likely factors which include emotions, influence by others and etc. Thus, our minds have to be brought back to the beginning state and that is when 'Tazkirah' is needed. When we say 'Tazkirah', many would have in mind that it must be a long, religious-bound speech from a pious person at the mosque or in the TV, radio and etc. That is totally wrong and should be corrected. 'Tazkirah' could be anything that triggers your concious mind into thinking or reflecting your actions and thoughts. It could be a brief quote that you read, or even other's behaviours that you saw. Make use of every running second, and you choose!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a bad start to the day, our plan to get off to Liverpool that morning was fading away. I was clinging onto a small hope that renting a car was still possible when Azureen told us that there might be another company at London Victoria Station. We decided to try our luck and immediately took the train to London Victoria Station.&amp;nbsp;When I was about to fall asleep, the attendant came over to check the ticket and had asked to pay extra pounds, I gave her my twenty-pound note, yet again, the unfortunate happened, she told me that it was an old version and never officially being used anymore. What?? That means I have another 140 pound of 'ancient' British notes with me. Luckily, a good&amp;nbsp;Samaritan&amp;nbsp;appeared out of nowhere and offered me his money for the exchange of mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We arrived at the station at 4.05 pm and went straight to rent a car. After a little bit of twist and turn, finally we got a car, but not until tomorrow evening, 24 hours after the booking was made. Thank Allah, though it was a bit off from the initial plan, after six hours of searching, we ultimately managed to find one. Thinking back, it was actually the cheapest deal amongst all the other companies, maybe that was the 'deal of the day' He already planned for us.&amp;nbsp;Azureen took us on a long, tricky journey through the Tube and met Faqihuddin or 'Din' at Queensway Station. Undeniably, London has an integrated underground transportation system I should say. We checked-in at Royal Bayswater Hotel at 7.45 pm, whereas Zue and Jiah checked-in at Malaysia Hall. There were four or five other people inside the room of ten, which was in fact a co-ed dormitory. I greeted a chinese girl who was sitting next to my bed just to make her feel unawkward.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;The River Thames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After taking a bath, I immediately lie my head on the bed and took a nap until they came over at 9.18 for the dinner. They took us to Malaysia Hall, the food was quite good, a little bit expensive though, but thanks Jiah for the treat. Afterwards, we went for a walk at Westminster Bridge near the Parliament. The Big Ben aside the River Thames was amazing. Soon after, we went back to the hotel and stored our luggage at Amir's place, another new friend of mine, for a week before going back to Malaysia. That was the end of the first day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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23 Jun&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Hyde Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I woke up early and decided to go for a walk at Hyde Park just at the opposite end of the hotel building. The atmosphere was relaxing, and the breeze had blown away all the mess in my head, I could feel the harmony at the park. Dogs were left unguarded, running around happily, the Swans in the lake were swimming freely. The people were everywhere, some were brisk walking, and some others were jogging, cycling, leaving others sitting on the bench facing the lake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I met a woman, Ana, whom also a Malaysian, and happened to be 'Orang Terengganu'. At first, I didn't recognize her Malay face, but when I heard the word 'silau', I knew she is. I had a chat with her while she was waiting for her husband. At one side of the park, there sits a garden called Kensington Garden which lies inside the old royal palace, Kensington Palace. It was the former residence of Princess Diana before her death in 1998.&amp;nbsp;There was not so many people around, maybe it was too early. I went back to the room and packed  the stuff before going for breakfast with Amin. We checked out of the hotel and waited for the two at the bus stop near the hotel entrance. I saw Malaysians on many occasions, but they weren't seemed to greet each other, maybe because there are a big chunk of Malaysians in London and it has became too redundant.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At 10 am, we went to Chelsea FC and Arsenal FC stadiums with two 'Pak Cik' whom we just met. They were just arrived at London and had asked our help to bring them touring around. I had no problem with it and firstly we went to the bank to exchange our 'old' notes with the new ones. At last I got some money to spend. So many things happened and I just realized that we were better off to be travelling with Zue and Jiah.&amp;nbsp;At Chelsea and Arsenal stadiums, we went straight into their stores, nothing much to do with the stadiums either.&lt;br /&gt;
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The plan to go to London Bridge has been called off in the last minute due to time constrain, and Zue took us for lunch at Oxford Street. London is a massive metropolitan, it could be regarded as one of the best in terms of shopping and leisure. Tourists like us should spend more time in the city because apparently it offers a lot of attractions. No wonder it's being included in the Top 5 most visited city in the world. But we just didn't have much time left. We took the car at London Victoria station and off to Liverpool at 7.00 pm.&amp;nbsp;And the journey began, Amin was the one and only driver, too bad because I can't drive manual cars. The journey was quite smooth thanks to the GPS but we did took the wrong exit on the highway and has to turn back, wasted almost half an hour there. The time spent during the whole journey gave us some space to get to know and gel with each other. The overall journey took us more than six hours. We checked in at Dolby Hotel at 2.00 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;24 Jun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;The River Mersey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The sleep last night completely refreshen my body. It was my dream to step my foot at Anfield, and we got there before 10 in the morning. Three hours of stadium and museum tour was more than enough for us, and we left the stadium to find out that the car had problem to start. Luckily, we managed to get off and went to the car service. To be honest, I could barely catch what the mechanic said because of his scouse's accent, but I did understand that he told us to find the car dealer because it was a brand new car and still under the warranty. That was nearly impossible and so we decided to let the problem off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Liverpool City Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The museums at Albert dock area near the city centre tells everything about the history of Liverpool. From the early era when it became one of the main port of Britain. During its time of glory, Liverpool controls nearly one third of Britain's export including coal, woolen cloth, iron and knives. It continues to lead the economic growth until the world war II, where it was being the target of attack. The architecture of the buildings at the city centre encompassed several different styles such as Georgian and Victorian since the past 200 years. All these has subsequently qualified some areas in Liverpool to be declared as part of the UNESCO World Heritage Sites.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was raining since the afternoon, and we left for Manchester after the late lunch. Arrived at Manchester around 11 pm, we stayed at Acai's house. They greeted us just like we've known each other for some times, and they were so easy to make friends with. However, we didn't spend much time as we were too tired. Almost one in the morning and it was time to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I rarely been sitting quitely since summer has started, always have things to do. I just love the moments I had by the way, and how the time passing by made me appreciate and realize the precious little time that I still have. I made a travelog during the visit in UK, and might post it in the next entry. Till next time, Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;
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At one point in life, the choice is mandatory. You could live a miserable yet regretful life had the decision made was wrong, and yet how should I know? How I wish there is a pause button so that I can momentarily stop for a while and give my ever-thinking mind a rest it badly needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People would always love to turn back times whenever things just dont work out. I had love too, because it keeps wandering in my mind, if only I could say the truth. Only if I could. But let's just be realistic, the farthest object that one can never reach is the past times.&lt;br /&gt;
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During last Jumuah, the khatib has popped this very question into the minds of the people, "Do we value our life?". Infact, that particular question should be more than enough to reflect on our deeds. The moments that we have, the money that we spent, the time that we consumed, the skills that we possesed all will be asked in front of Allah on the Day of Judgement.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's just two weeks past the new year and maybe we could stop for a moment, reflect on ourselves and check whether we are on the right track on whatever resolutions that we made two weeks ago. Sometimes, a little thought could make the little push that creates the difference that we seek after. A full bottle was once an empty space either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRwvzthoRmI/AAAAAAAAAr4/8a_haRZhzME/s1600/CSC_0229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRwvzthoRmI/AAAAAAAAAr4/8a_haRZhzME/s400/CSC_0229.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;The crowd this year was a&amp;nbsp;record-breaking of&amp;nbsp;more than 20000 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRwv0H8XriI/AAAAAAAAAsA/89vCZC_Wi7k/s1600/CSC_0236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRwv0H8XriI/AAAAAAAAAsA/89vCZC_Wi7k/s400/CSC_0236.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;From right, Dr Amr Khaled, Dr Jamal Badawi and Habib Ali Al-Jifri with his translator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRwv0SLJqXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/l5u5tscIQnc/s1600/CSC_0239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRwv0SLJqXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/l5u5tscIQnc/s400/CSC_0239.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Two of my favourite speakers, Prof Tariq Ramadan and Imam Zaid Shakir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRwy3b6V5iI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/QrpbaNvwDh0/s1600/CSC_0233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRwy3b6V5iI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/QrpbaNvwDh0/s400/CSC_0233.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Dr Ingrid Mattson is delivering her final speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRwy3vYQIVI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mLwpvnkCgQ4/s1600/CSC_0240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRwy3vYQIVI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mLwpvnkCgQ4/s400/CSC_0240.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Dr Hamza Yusuf helping two new brothers converting into Islam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRwy4PXvH7I/AAAAAAAAAsg/kTg2Ni3ju_o/s1600/CSC_0241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRwy4PXvH7I/AAAAAAAAAsg/kTg2Ni3ju_o/s400/CSC_0241.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;The hall is almost full especially during the night sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRwz2Yth0bI/AAAAAAAAAso/dNiw3SCC7lg/s1600/CSC_0242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRwz2Yth0bI/AAAAAAAAAso/dNiw3SCC7lg/s400/CSC_0242.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Sister Aisha Al-Adawiya and Sheikh Abdallah Idris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRwz3RB--sI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Ie5BkLYlz7I/s1600/CSC_0244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRwz3RB--sI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Ie5BkLYlz7I/s400/CSC_0244.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Our fellow Malaysians in Toronto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRx_X0JHPEI/AAAAAAAAAtA/tNJRj9xG6t0/s1600/CSC_0245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRx_X0JHPEI/AAAAAAAAAtA/tNJRj9xG6t0/s400/CSC_0245.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Focusing himself to the lecture of Prof Tariq Ramadan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRx_YDKDZiI/AAAAAAAAAtI/kV8W3HYnmgA/s1600/CSC_0246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRx_YDKDZiI/AAAAAAAAAtI/kV8W3HYnmgA/s400/CSC_0246.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;You need to have this on your wrist for 3 days or otherwise you wont be allowed to enter the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRx_YvUAnLI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/LGsYY-Oe2lY/s1600/CSC_0252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRx_YvUAnLI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/LGsYY-Oe2lY/s400/CSC_0252.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Reviving the Islamic Spirit : Road of Life, the 10 Commandments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRyH2W64qsI/AAAAAAAAAtY/0p_aVNv3ZgU/s1600/CSC_0254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRyH2W64qsI/AAAAAAAAAtY/0p_aVNv3ZgU/s400/CSC_0254.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;The Bazaar attracts a lot of visitors. Lots of stuffs including books, muslim clothes, souvenirs and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRyH2oBaYdI/AAAAAAAAAtg/WcwyQ8ZT6xU/s1600/CSC_0263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRyH2oBaYdI/AAAAAAAAAtg/WcwyQ8ZT6xU/s400/CSC_0263.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Another brother and sister into Islam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRza9TrpoyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Ps4YJaqj0JQ/s1600/CSC_0271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRza9TrpoyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Ps4YJaqj0JQ/s400/CSC_0271.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;One of the entertainers during the convention, Zain Bikha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRyH3FUXwgI/AAAAAAAAAto/Aan8OeE0EBA/s1600/CSC_0264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TRyH3FUXwgI/AAAAAAAAAto/Aan8OeE0EBA/s400/CSC_0264.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Some of the crowds witnessing new brothers saying Syahadah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Overall, the event was a success. However, as Prof Tariq Ramadan said, "I don't want you to clap inside the hall but be invisible outside. That is not the right way we as a Muslim. People around us are looking for the meaning of our religious activities, and it is our contribution to make it visible and we have to do it with dignity".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Once, Islam has been on the top of the world. Through the history,&amp;nbsp;we have seen the glory Islam has brought to the world, the change in power and how it falls down. And it should be our mission to bring it back. Imam Yassir Fazaga once said that no culture is inherently the best. It is the people themselves who make it best. There is no west or east culture anymore but only one culture, and it's Monoculture that spreads from the west to the east.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We can see everywhere in the world that people are moving in the same direction in terms of economy, lifestyles and thoughts. Our objective is not to stop it, but to make sure that it is moving in the right direction, in a way that will bring benefit to the whole ummah regardless of their faiths.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It is absolutely wrong to say those with beliefs other than Islam are not working for the goodness of all, we came from the same breed, Adam and Eve, we breathe the same air, we live on the same planet, our faiths rooted from the holy books that came from the One and only One, Allah the Almighty. We are brothers and let's work together for the sake of goodness, for our future generations and for the betterment of this world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To begin with, winter break has begun. In fact, it has already started last&amp;nbsp;week since I finished the exams early. At last, I could get a&amp;nbsp;good rest after what could be described as a super-hectic-but-happening-yet-tiresome semester. Few things has really woke me&amp;nbsp;up and taught me to be much more independent. Willing to learn&amp;nbsp;and appreciate the lessons are the key. I now have the gut to say "Yes I admit that&amp;nbsp;was my bad and I apologize..." &amp;nbsp;the way you learn. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing much has changed after all except for the early snow&amp;nbsp;this winter. I still remember how excited we were when the first&amp;nbsp;ever snow flurries starting to fall last year. Snowballs fight&amp;nbsp;at the backyard, making out snowman, random snow pranking and&amp;nbsp;those things were just so fun. But that was a year ago. Kind of&amp;nbsp;childish but who cares.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These days, waking up in my cozy blanket and see through the&amp;nbsp;windows, the all-white atmosphere with falling flurries seem to&amp;nbsp;freshen my mind. From green, yellow and now white and then&amp;nbsp;colorful and green again and there goes the cycle. I'm grateful&amp;nbsp;to Allah for making the world so beautiful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost two weeks before the winter term starts, and so I have a&amp;nbsp;lot of time on my hands. Nevertheless, too much free time is not&amp;nbsp;always good for myself because I would just wasting them, that's&amp;nbsp;why I should find something to do. I'm kicking my heels, waiting&amp;nbsp;for the Reviving Islamic Spirits convention at Toronto this&amp;nbsp;weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Must be a good time, listening to the talks from scholars all&amp;nbsp;over the world and spending quality time with friends whom I&amp;nbsp;haven't been seeing for some times now. I will upload some&amp;nbsp;photos during the convention soon after I came back next week.&amp;nbsp;Till then, peace be upon you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was once a boy who always find it hard to accept things, especially when it went against my will or my plan. But now, I realized that nothing would always be perfect. Life is not permanent after all. Of&amp;nbsp; late, I went through problems, but every time, I always find myself in calm, I have no idea, this is unusual, but its true. These days, I lost things easily, but I never regret.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I keep reminding myself that He could even take everything from me and left nothing at once, but He never did. For that, I have to be grateful. It might become a cliche to say that everything does happen for a reason, but just keep in mind that when something will happen, it happens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The rest is up to us. There is no point to grieve for things that had happen. We dont have the luxury to travel back in time. No matter how hard things are, don't ever let your weakness win, because when it happens, it's game over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And who does more wrong than he who is reminded of the revelations of his Lord, but turns away from them forgetting what (deeds) his hands have sent forth. Truly, We have set veils over their hearts lest they should understand this (the Quran), and in their ears, deafness. And if you (O Muhammad SAW) call them to guidance, even then they will never be guided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This verse stands as a warning to us, once we turned away from the truth, we will never be guided. That would be a very harsh reminder for me and for all the readers. There is no hiding place when it comes. There would be no one who will decide for us, whether or not to accept, it is you yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Plus, do not turn to people when you are grieving over something, because it won’t make you any better. Seek His guidance and ask for His forgiveness. It will last forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And whatever of blessings and good things you have, it is from Allah. Then, when harm touches you, unto Him you cry aloud for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whatever happens, there might be reasons behind. We don’t have to fight for the truth because it stands on its own. If someone reminds you of your wrongdoings, take it with your heart. They love you, that is why they remind. They still care about you and they want the best out of you. Listen and understand, that will be the best things to do. For those who keep reminding me, thank you. You will never regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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For most people, GIVE might be an ordinary four-letter word, but the insight it provides will never reach the person who is not willing to ‘live’ for others. I’m not saying it’s hard to give, everyone could. But to give with your heart is the real thing, it needs an effort.&lt;br /&gt;
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You might be giving something to a close friend of yours, and he/she sees it as a great present, but if you do it just for the sake of giving something, there is no real value to the present and it will never be a ‘gift’. A gift doesn’t have to be an expensive object. It could be anything, even something that can’t be touched with your bare hands, but comes straight through your heart. That’s a true gift. Give with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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I arrived at Union Station at 2.30 pm and walked to the subway, but suddenly a police came approaching and informed me that the system was not currently operating. I took a glance at the screen displaying the news on current situation around the city. There was a protest, people were marching holding posters on the street protesting G20, some of them were dancing in front of the police lines guarding the conference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjaqOt7BbI/AAAAAAAAAmo/fV1nSX0G-sY/s1600/DSC_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjaqOt7BbI/AAAAAAAAAmo/fV1nSX0G-sY/s400/DSC_0163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487876564991018418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjapc8g5II/AAAAAAAAAmg/1I-TYAwKaQ8/s1600/DSC_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjapc8g5II/AAAAAAAAAmg/1I-TYAwKaQ8/s400/DSC_0159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487876551630447746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three of us at that time and we walked out to the street. I decided to take some pictures and let them go before me. The police forces made a fortress and built fence around the building where the conference took place. There were lots of press journalists and crews from local broadcast stations. After lunch, we went out and headed to the Dundas Square which is the heart of the downtown Toronto. Many people were standing at the sidewalks and on our way, the traffic came to a halt as they had to give way to a police convoy and seemed like there was an emergency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCkFT3QdOSI/AAAAAAAAApA/nrgPHKHMVKE/s1600/DSC_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCkFT3QdOSI/AAAAAAAAApA/nrgPHKHMVKE/s400/DSC_0187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487923459736287522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjbbp6lbCI/AAAAAAAAAmw/yvfddBXm5Ms/s1600/DSC_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjbbp6lbCI/AAAAAAAAAmw/yvfddBXm5Ms/s400/DSC_0188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487877414105476130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I have no idea what was happening. Arriving at Dundas Square, I could see the sense of confusion and bafflement in the faces of crowd. Glasses were broken and many business stores were damaged. It would be great to go with the crowd and take some good pictures, because I was never in this situation before, however my friend stopped me because it could be too dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjbdNsdltI/AAAAAAAAAnA/29G28lVd3D4/s1600/DSC_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjbdNsdltI/AAAAAAAAAnA/29G28lVd3D4/s400/DSC_0193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487877440889788114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjbcF_T0TI/AAAAAAAAAm4/cqoYTWLtcvw/s1600/DSC_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjbcF_T0TI/AAAAAAAAAm4/cqoYTWLtcvw/s400/DSC_0192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487877421641486642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaners look extremely busy sweeping and removing the smashed glasses. The riot group was just passing by the road and they were heading south towards the conference location. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjekwimlSI/AAAAAAAAAnY/sNRMXwZ-rkY/s1600/DSC_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjekwimlSI/AAAAAAAAAnY/sNRMXwZ-rkY/s400/DSC_0195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487880869037643042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjfiG9zCxI/AAAAAAAAAng/YLA4dmkWj0k/s1600/DSC_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjfiG9zCxI/AAAAAAAAAng/YLA4dmkWj0k/s400/DSC_0196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487881923029306130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home and news reported that two police cruisers were set fire by the protesters and some of them were charged. Sources that I obtained online said that the riot was caused by a small group of protesters who broke out from the crowd. They smashed the windows, and throwing stones to create a chaos in order to penetrate the fence surrounding the G20 summit. Police sirens were everywhere and they were on full riot gear. It brought me to go online and search for some information about G20. Why did people were so mad and caused a big riot around the city? To be honest, I don't know anything about the G20 alliance before. But now, at least I have a rough idea and why did people so mad. This was what actually happened on the street just before we arrived. Click &lt;a href="http://watch.ctv.ca/news/latest/the-mayhem/#clip318869"&gt;the riot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 27th June 2010,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere was calm and stores opened their businesses as usual. However, the policemen were everywhere, they were inspecting people especially those who looked suspicious. Some of them were charged and their belongings were confiscated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCj_-HwEoFI/AAAAAAAAAog/mA6sswj8UdI/s1600/DSC_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCj_-HwEoFI/AAAAAAAAAog/mA6sswj8UdI/s400/DSC_0224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487917588648599634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCkBqq1EFqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5McRsdXiRRE/s1600/DSC_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCkBqq1EFqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5McRsdXiRRE/s400/DSC_0243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487919453490648738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, on the street, a group of people roughly 100 of them were riding on their bicycle and waving "Peace" flag, one of the participants felt down onto the street but that didn't even lifter her flagging spirit and she decided to continue the march. It was a peaceful protest and they were guarded by policemen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjfjRfS2LI/AAAAAAAAAnw/3VOCfPD7i6Q/s1600/DSC_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjfjRfS2LI/AAAAAAAAAnw/3VOCfPD7i6Q/s400/DSC_0235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487881943034026162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People on the street looked to give them some supports and cheered up the group. My friends and I walked to the Future Shop store at Dundas Street and while I was about to enter the building, an armed security stopped me and said that the camera was not allowed in the building. Fine, I shut it off and apologized, I didn't know it was illegal to bring along my camera though. People look to continuously flood the area around the Dundas Square and it was like a usual day but the policemen were still everywhere. They might be looking for people who were involved in the riot day before or potentially cause a new riot. I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjfiy9T05I/AAAAAAAAAno/vP3nbfqcIRA/s1600/DSC_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjfiy9T05I/AAAAAAAAAno/vP3nbfqcIRA/s400/DSC_0197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487881934838420370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjhBEpLHwI/AAAAAAAAAoA/lm2eb7vGrh8/s1600/DSC_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjhBEpLHwI/AAAAAAAAAoA/lm2eb7vGrh8/s400/DSC_0256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487883554493505282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the news on the website and learned that yesterday was the sixth day of the conference and it was actually the first day the G20 leaders arrived at the city, that would be the main cause of the big riot. I walked through Yonge Street in the evening towards south and the sidewalks have been cleaned and some premises covered their stores with plywoods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCj_9ZCveKI/AAAAAAAAAoY/TnConCFLmNA/s1600/DSC_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCj_9ZCveKI/AAAAAAAAAoY/TnConCFLmNA/s400/DSC_0281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487917576110438562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjhBpAohzI/AAAAAAAAAoI/wcCSXY1aVbg/s1600/DSC_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCjhBpAohzI/AAAAAAAAAoI/wcCSXY1aVbg/s400/DSC_0276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487883564255577906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A massive downpour left Aiman and I in wet and everyone seemed to shelter themselves under the rooftop of the sidewalks and some were in the bus stops. I stood next to a group of policemen who were inspecting a guy. I was afraid if they did the same to me, because I didn't bring along any identity card with me. Thank God, they weren't. While we were sitting in front of a hotel, a man holding a protest banner came and he was smiling. We didn't even bother him, but suddenly, he offered his umbrella. We refused to accept because I don't know why, and he left. Haha, we missed the golden opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCkD04UkdqI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ADS3hcGU0sY/s1600/DSC_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/TCkD04UkdqI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ADS3hcGU0sY/s400/DSC_0290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487921827934402210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakim, Affan and I left centre avenue for Hamilton that night, the subway was operating as usual but the train didn't stop at Union Station. It was flooded with water due to the heavy rain, and we have to stop at the next station and go down to Union Station on foot. While passing by the station, we saw the water was flowing down the stairs like a waterfall. They have to do something with their system though. And a usual one-hour ride from Union Station to Hamilton took almost two hours no thanks to the closed streets around the city. After all, it was a great weekend full of unexpected. Now, let's get back to study.&lt;br /&gt;Read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Ini kerana mereka memiliki kalenjar-kalenjar air mata yang bentuknya lebih besar daripada kalenjar-kalenjar air mata lelaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ilmuwan Amerika menyimpulkan bahawa menangis sangat berguna untuk kesihatan. Air mata yang asli, baik itu air mata bahagia atau air mata kesedihan dapat membantu mengembalikan keseimbangan kimia tubuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan lebih banyak menangis kerana mereka sering hanyut dalam tangisan. Mereka mengeluarkan tangisan  dengan diiringi suara yang dapat didengar  sebanyak 64 kali dalam setahun. Sedangkan lelaki hanya mampu menangis 17 kali dalam setahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ilmuwan berpendapat jenis air mata yang mengalir akibat tekanan perasaan (emosi) dari segi bentuk dan fungsinya adalah berbeza-beza. Air mata jenis ini merupakan reaksi kimia yang muncul sebagai tindak balas  atas gejala-gejala emosi yang bercampur dengan perasaan. Dengan demikian, ia lebih penting daripada protein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menangis dapat meringankan kadar tekanan jiwa. Ini sangat berguna untuk kesihatan lebih-lebih lagi kita kerap mendengar pelbagai jenis penyakit yang disebut sebagai penyakit tekanan jiwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Menangis faktor penyebab panjangnya usia kaum hawa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ilmuwan menegaskan bahawa menangis dapat menyebabkan panjangnya usia kaum hawa. Menurut mereka, air mata mengandungi peratusan racun yang dikeluarkan dari tubuh melalui tangisan. Perkara ini mengakibatkan tubuh akan bebas dari racun. Para ilmuwan dalam bidang kedoktoran jiwa menegaskan bahawa menangis dapat menyelamatkan perempuan masa kini dari ketegangan urat saraf yang dialami akibat banyaknya permasalahan yang harus dihadapi ketika menjalani rutin kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para doktor pakar mata juga berpendapat bahawa air mata berfungsi untuk membasuh mata dan mengosongkannya daripada kandungan racun yang muncul akibat tegangnya urat saraf, perasaan dan emosi yang selalu datang silih berganti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hormon berbicara yang dimiliki oleh kaum hawa :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan memiliki hormon yang dipanggil oksinosin. Para ilmuwan menamakannya sebagai hormon pengendalian watak. Hormon ini dianggap sebagai faktor terpenting di sebalik fenomena bersembangnya kaum perempuan dengan teman-teman ataupun keluarga mereka untuk menghilangkan stress dan bukan cara menyembunyikan diri atau melampiaskannya dengan tindakan yang zalim seperti yang dilakukan oleh lelaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Air mata yang termahal siapa yang punya?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Ibu&lt;br /&gt; 2. Ayah&lt;br /&gt; 3. Remaja&lt;br /&gt; 4. Orang yang dizalimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rujukan: Dipetik dari buku hikmah terapi air mata menangis kerana Allah Karya Hasan bin Muhammad Ba’Mu’aibid diterjemahkan oleh Mohd Basri bin Yusof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumber: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;halaqah-online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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This is the nature of ourselves. Nevertheless, it could be something beneficial if the desire is translated into action in the right way with the right method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, often when we do achieved or possessed something, we tend to forget our sustainer, the One who's granting us the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizk&lt;/span&gt;, providing us with all the comfort, Allah the Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Let us sit back, think of what we had achieved, all of them are in fact the gifts from Him. Even if you think that the effort is yours, please remember that the one who leads your inspiration is Allah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The honoured name of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ar-Razzak&lt;/span&gt; which means the Provider is one of the giving attributes of Allah. There are two kinds of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizk&lt;/span&gt;. One is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;physical&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizk&lt;/span&gt;. Those belong to the stuffs that you can eat/drink, the air that you can breathe and etc. The other one is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;spiritual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizk&lt;/span&gt;. For instance, to come and sit in a spiritual gathering, to recite and listen to beautiful words, those are the spiritual &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizk&lt;/span&gt; that in a way will bring us closer to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Recently I found this particular &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dua'&lt;/span&gt; and it would be my responsibility to share it with all the readers. This &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dua'&lt;/span&gt; is actually a verse quoted from the Quran and it would be very beneficial to be practiced in our daily life. InsyaAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/S_7P4XzeisI/AAAAAAAAAlI/omArq02IHo0/s1600/doa+murah+rezeki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/S_7P4XzeisI/AAAAAAAAAlI/omArq02IHo0/s400/doa+murah+rezeki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476042764298652354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was touched by the willingness of those volunteers to put their life at stake in order to increase the awareness amongst us. Indeed, a very painful life for our brothers in Gaza. Just imagine how could we survive in their situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have the strength and determination that I have yet to see in most of us including me myself. We might be unable to contribute physically due to certain limits, but at least, we could give something in the form of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who read this post, spread the words and let's each and everyone of us make a dua' for those unfortunate people. The brotherhood in Islam will never fade if we all play our roles. You might bring some cheers in their life just by spending less than five minutes of your time. Ask Allah to lighten their burdens and instill the sense of hope in their hearts. InsyaAllah. Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of Allah, the beneficient, the most merciful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/S_xag2vmx9I/AAAAAAAAAk4/L4lxUx0i5T8/s1600/1504938703_4018ebe3d3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/S_xag2vmx9I/AAAAAAAAAk4/L4lxUx0i5T8/s320/1504938703_4018ebe3d3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475350767473182674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh Allah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;We seek Your help,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;We beseech Your forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;We affirm our faith in You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Our Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Strong are those who are near to You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;be for them a guardian and helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh Allah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Free the Muslims of Gaza,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Loose their chains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Heal their sickness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and uncover their torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh Allah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Replace their fear with safety,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Strengthen Islam and the muslims,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Protect the territories of Islam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and unite the word of the muslims in truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh lord of the worlds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Saves the weak and powerless of the muslims everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Bring together their hearts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Guide them on the paths of pace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and lead them from darkness into light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ameen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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It’s never too early to equip myself with all these kind of knowledge. The more I get, the better I am. In fact, this is my second time and the first time was last year before coming to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these two are of different levels in terms of acceptability because it was my dad the one who secretly registered me during the first program back in Malaysia and I found that I was the youngest during the program, kind of shy when people ask me why do you come here? Haha, suke hati laaa. But this time around, no one forced me and I did intentionally join the course. Some people might have different views, and all those depend on different individuals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it’s good to have an early overview and knowledge about marriage because you never know when you will get married. Even married people came and to my surprise, many mid-aged people did attend the program. Maybe they want to show us some support and they were actively participating, expressing their opinions about personal problems and solutions during the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, it opened my thoughts on several things and made me think deeper. Back in Malaysia, the trend of getting married early might not widely practiced, maybe because of cultural constraints. Many people have a say that you have to hold a degree and have a career in the first place before going any further.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to comment about this, but some people might be skeptical, and have mix opinions about early marriage. For instance, couple would end up in divorce, they won’t stand too long due to lack of experiences, they won’t have sufficient fund because they are still studying and all. However, examine the following verse carefully…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah says in the Quran, “And marry those among you who are single and those who are fit among your male slaves and your female slaves; if they are needy, God will enrich them from His grace; and Allah is Ample-giving, Knowing.” (An- Nur 24:32)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words “And marry…” implies that it is highly recommended. For some cases, some scholars have agreed that it will become obligatory when there is a chance of falling into sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another occasion Holy Prophet Muhammad (s.a.w.) said: "The best people of my ummah are those who get married and have chosen their wives, and the worst people of my ummah are those who have kept away from marriage and are passing their lives as bachelors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have even a slightest thought that you are not yet ready, you certainly not yet ready. But, leaning the future merely based on our thoughts is not the best practice. In fact, there are four steps in choosing a right spouse according to Islam.  Istishaarah, Istikhaarah, trust and determination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows better what is right…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8FQXc4eCp7ImA9WxBUFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850946325631902940.post-4877206466450256761</id><published>2010-03-01T12:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:13:30.930-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-01T14:13:30.930-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts and Opinions" /><title>Just Myself</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.unisanet.unisa.edu.au/art/Gabriella-Bisetto/PrayertoMyself-detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.unisanet.unisa.edu.au/art/Gabriella-Bisetto/PrayertoMyself-detail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Day after day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Passing by so fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;And everything has changed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Even myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm not good enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I tried, but I'm just not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I admit, I did so many mistakes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Influenced by both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;the environment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;and the nature of myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;but the latter one is more significant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;But please, don't judge me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;I'm a boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;I'm learning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;I'm trying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;But I keep forgetting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;for myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;for my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;against things that I feel bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;But sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;I just can't resist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;I just can't change it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;And sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;things that I feel good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;is not as good as I thought it to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;and things that I feel bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;is not as bad as it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;I might keep things inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;It's not that I don't want to share,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;But, it's better that way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;Don't ask why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;Sometimes, I'm acting differently, drastically,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;Different from the moment before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;That people will notice the change in myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;And that's because of my emotion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;I wish I could get rid of the feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;Other than the feel of happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;and the feel of content,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;with what I have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;And always stick to the things that I need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;not what I want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;But I just can't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;Those are part of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;Just accept me as I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I don't mind if people don't understand me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Because at some points, I could barely understand myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;I always wanted to make others happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;As far as I can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;But you just can't do it all the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;There are limitations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;And for the limitations that come from my weaknesses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;Please forgive me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;I'm trying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;to be a boy I should have to 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Each and everyone of us undeniable would desire to have a happy life after all. No doubt. We want to be happy with ourselves, families, friends and simply said, everything around us! However, beware my friends..sometimes, we tend to be selfish...because of what? Because we want to be happy…of course, don't you want to be happy? Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we look back, we might realize that our happiness is not coming from ourselves indeed. Instead, it's our Creator, but how? By making all the pleasant people around us, by granting us the family who always provide us a stem to hold on to, calm us down when we are sad, by granting us good friends who always offer support whenever we are down, remind us when we go wrong, by granting us all the people who make our day so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do I merely mentioning the people, not the wealth, the status and all? Because they would have no value at all and mean nothing without all those people around you. We don’t want to live alone even in a golden mansion, sleeping on the most expensive mattress made by the finest materials, eating the most delicious meals four to five times a day, but with no one to talk to, no one to share your problems with, no one to tell a joke and it is just no one around you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, appreciate and be grateful….and it’s your turn to make all the people around you as happy as you are. Even if you are not, their happiness would shed some lights into your heart and might turn it the other way round.  Helping others to be happy isn’t hard as we once thought. You don’t even have to spend if you really don’t want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crave a smile or give space in a crowd, allow other people to sit in the bus, call your families, your friends or even text them a simple message to thank them, and pray for them, even if you are very far away, all of these would do. We can help other people to help ourselves, make them happy and you would be much happier. Are you happy? You might be, if they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's your turn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Ranging from -4 to 3 degree celcius, today could be considered as one of the warmest day of the winter so far. The sun sparklingly shines and brighten up the morning, brings my mind fresh to its fullest. And a cup of coffee pours some sort of perfection into the day(at least it keeps me alert in Mr Hatem's Class)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I think that I had accomplished all the things that need to be done today..lab preparation, math revision, notes and it's just simply everything. And I really hope it would be the same tomorrow. Haha. There would be nothing that could satisfy you more than having your task completed.Agree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/S0_bCUSkvsI/AAAAAAAAAfY/SNzVtr-J0Kc/s1600-h/DSC00692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/S0_bCUSkvsI/AAAAAAAAAfY/SNzVtr-J0Kc/s400/DSC00692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426796908857573058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/S0_bCFv_d2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/s-58lY6X-5M/s1600-h/DSC00691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/S0_bCFv_d2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/s-58lY6X-5M/s400/DSC00691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426796904954427234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Thomas Edison once said that, "If we did all the things that we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves."...and indeed we are!..and quoted from Saidina Ali r.a., "Beruntunglah mereka yang hari ini lebih baik daripada hari semalam, terpedayalah mereka yang hari ini sama seperti hari semalam, celakalah mereka yang hari ini lebih buruk daripada hari semalam."....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/S0_bBZpdFhI/AAAAAAAAAfA/4KmTrUW8Lrg/s1600-h/DSC00683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6QnXFkWa0I/S0_bBZpdFhI/AAAAAAAAAfA/4KmTrUW8Lrg/s400/DSC00683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426796893115848210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about your day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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