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In November 2011, I had problems with my &lt;a href="http://aidarasyidahazman.blogspot.com/2011/11/decided-to-babble.html"&gt;left ear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=1706487490198820133"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; right? Guess what, after almost 2 months and half, it has turned into never ending problems -_-" I don't really know, exactly, about the fungal infection that the doc mentioned it to me. But I think it is not that severe. It just my left ear is constantly humid and having pus for like, everyday? So &amp;nbsp;yesterday I did follow-up with the medical attendant, he washed my left ear, again. And you know what? Before this, the M.A did washed my left ear, twice. And I get this instant dizziness, almost pass out! The moment he injected sodium solution into my ear, with this super high pressure of syringe, I was like.... seeing stars everywhere. For the first time in my life, I saw everything was spinning like crazy. I even puked!! But yesterday was different. At first, I refused to let him do the washing process because seriously, the dizziness that come after the process was super annoying because I can't really walk since everything is still spinning and have to lay down for about an hour, also, taking meds! Urghhh -_-" But then I said, arghh what the heck. Just get this thang outta my ear! The moment he injected sodium chloride solution into my ear, my heart recited ayat Kursy. I just constantly recite and recite and just hope that I won't get really dizzy. And... miracle did happened :') For the first time of washing ear, I didn't get dizzy! At all! Well, there's a tiny bit but I can handle the dizziness. The power of Kursy. Alhamdulillah :') :') Allah did lend me a some of His strength. I'm.... just speechless :')&lt;/div&gt;
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After he washed my ear, he examined, once again. He freaked me out by saying he saw something black, shiny, and eyelike! I was like... okay before I punch you in the face, jangan main-main boleh tak?! Ada ke nampak benda hitam bersinar macam mata dalam lubang telinga aku?! Pulak tu boleh tanya, "Awak ada rasa benda bergerak-gerak tak dalam telinga?" Dush!! I feel nothing, takda benda bergerak-gerak pun. Apa neyyyyy :'( Because of he wasn't sure, he wrote a letter to Hospital Tuanku Ampuan Najihah (HTAN) Kuala Pilah, specifically about my left ear diagnosis and arranged an ambulance to bring me there. I was like.... whateverrrrrrrrrrrrr -.-&lt;/div&gt;
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I was surprised to see Haziq &amp;amp; Syazwan at the clinic - to check up on me! Although they were there asking question "Aida, lelaki ke perempuan?" By means of 'lelaki ke perempuan', they talked about pregnancy. Bengong! ;DDD And Mak (Pika), was there the whole time :')&lt;/div&gt;
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The doctor prescribed me these meds. Nasib baik takda ubat titik dah. Kalau tak sengsara jugak. Ohh forgot to mention, walaupun telinga kiri ney sometimes berair, tapi tak terasa sakit pun. Just gatal. Pelik kan? Allah, apa lah penyakit ney :(&lt;/div&gt;
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This is antibiotic pills. I know I know. The doctor couldn't be any crazier. Haihhh banyaknyaaaaaaaaa! Baru ingat nak ganti puasa (dan-dan la kan) tapi tak dapat la sebab I have to take all those meds 4 times a day sampai habis. Sobsobs.&lt;/div&gt;
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And me got an appointment with ENT (Ear Nose and Throat) specialist this 8th March. Sebulan lagi. Lama gila kan? I tried to move the appointment to an earlier date sebab March is examination month tapi tak dapat. Semua dah penuh. And 8th March is the earliest possible appoinment. Warghhhhhhhhhhhhh T_____T&lt;/div&gt;
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Its 1.30 in the morning, and I'm buzy-ing myself with packing my stuffs back to Kuala Pilah at 9AM. As I was packing, my hand grabbed a box in my cupboard. Which full of my jeweleries. Its like my hand unconciously moved, picked an earing, and pierced it to both of my ears. I know my ears have always been amazing - no matter how long I did not wear any earing, the holes will not close. And... its been years. Turning 3 years this year, specifically :')&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm all whining up about what course should I pursue... But as am having discussions with my mates, there's another issue coming up. Marriage. Big word which comes with big responsibilities. Everybody's talkin' about finishing degree, get a nice and steady job and settle down. Me? I did the same thinking too. I even give it a thought when I'm in secondary school ;D I aimed for 24/25 years old. But but when I attended Ain's wedding, it came to my senses, not so fast! Pelik kan? Orang pegy majlis nikah lagi la berkobar-kobar nak kahwin. Tapi terbalikk pulak dengan aku &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Seriously, apart of &amp;nbsp;"cantiknyaaaaa Ain" thought, I thought of this, all the time I was there - "Ain dah jadi isteri orang. Dah tak boleh nak buat hal sesuka haty, kena jaga pergaulan, jaga haty suami blablabla" Glup! I'm really not ready for that. Especially the part when you can't really do the things you want, like you used to. Its like, no moreeeee freedom! Imma girl who can't really take orders, especially from a man (well, my dad's excluded :p) you can't do that, you can't go there and such. No no no! Well, of course, with a solid reason, it is negotiable ;DD Entah lah. I can't imagine myself got all locked up when most of the time I'm like a bird, just fly and to where is the second thought. At times, I come into certain stage - I enjoyed my single life. Which practically means, no commitment. Wait, I think as much as I've been thinking lately, I think I'm afraid of commitment. I am. I mean like, why in the world am I growing up so fast?!! I still consider myself as Ayah &amp;amp; Ibu's princess who had just learned the first bicycle riding lessons! I wanna get married, eventually, of course, but I don't wanna "really" get married. You get what I mean? :DD I mean, its a nice thing to have someone in your life, that you can grow old with but its not so nice when it hits you that you have to wake up earlier that him, just to prepare his work shirts, his breakfast, his laundry and such! Well, at first, it could be lovely. But as time passes, I wonder how long I will put up. I mean, it doubles up your chores. And it does not care if you're freakin' tired or so. Still, gotta make the chores done. Plus, you can't really hangin' out with girlfriends, or others, 'till midnight which is the most current favourite activity when semester break hits. And having babies? Baby is cute. Really. But the responsibilities that come with the baby? Errr not so cute ayy? ;D You have to homeschool them and all sort of things. What happens if you mislead them? Arghh cannot think any of it anymore! I shouldn't have talk about this. I'm still young. Too young. This is an adult conversation. And you, yes you, who is about my age, get yourself a degree first! Well, that may be me hehe :p You.. get mentally prepared first!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Selain nak memanjakan diri dekat rumah, kite sibuk nak balik minggu ney (walaupun minggu depan balik lagi sebab cuti Maulidur Rasul dengan Thaipusam) sebab nak pegy karnival ney hihi ^.^V So lepas balik dari our-usual-routine-places-on-Saturday, Ayah hantar Ibu Ain and Me dekat Karangkraf at Seksyen 15 Shah Alam&lt;/div&gt;
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Masa mula-mula masuk beriya la usha khemah kiri kanan. Then bila nampak booth bernama "Ayu Emelda" its like time stops for a second. I was like..... "Ehh ney nama penulis novel. Okay please tell me Aisya Sofea is here. Please!!!"&lt;/div&gt;
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*Remember I said this 5 months back? Yeapp on entry - &lt;a href="http://aidarasyidahazman.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-about-aisya-sofea.html"&gt; All about Aisya Sofea ♥&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;*&lt;/div&gt;
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Mata meliar mencari booth. Just few seconds, lagi sekali Bumi macam berhenti berputar :DD I was stunned! Terus terjerit "Ibu!! Jap Syida nak ambil gambar dengan dye. Favourite author ney!!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dalam haty meronta teruk gila tahu takkkkkkk!! Rasa macam nak jerit "Tepy tepy aku nak ambil gambar dengan Aisya Sofea!" Hahahaha! :pP Dalam pada tu, jari jemari sibuk bergerak update Twitter haha!&lt;/div&gt;
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Me : Nak ambil gambar boleh tak? *desprado gila bunyi :D*&lt;/div&gt;
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Me : Novel semua ada dah! *Bangga gila time ney haha!*&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Kenape dye nampak lagi excited bergambar dari aku ney? :DD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Warrrghhhhhhh sampai sekarang nak menjerit sekuat haty dah dapat jumpa, salam, bercakap &amp;amp; ambil gambar dengan Aisya Sofea. Walaweyyhhhh she just made not just my day, my 2012!! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Okay clearly am going to sleep with this card, tonight! Haha! Happy gila dapat jumpa penulis yang novel-novel dye aku baca almost 10 years back! Its like I grew up with her writings!! Awhhh :') Jangan taktau, aku sanggup laminate card ney haha :p&lt;/div&gt;
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By the way, esok hari last karnival ney. Boleh tak nak ajak Ayah pegy lagi sekali just nak mintak &amp;nbsp;autograf Aisya Sofea dekat semua novel-novel dye yang kite kumpul? Boleh tak?!! Am dying just to meet her! I pray more meetings with her to come! Amin! (Korang pun amin cepat sekarang! :D)&lt;/div&gt;
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If you knew me well, you know I just love snakes! Kulit dye buat kite geram ohh. Rasa nak picit-picit, gigit-gigit je!! Perasan tak beriya aku pegang badan ular tu? Kalau boleh ketatkan genggaman tu tanpa di belit di kemudian hari, dah lama lunyai ular sawa ney aku buat! :DD Tapi tak puas haty time ney sebab abang-abang ney pegangkan untuk kite! -.-"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Semangat dah bawak baki voucher buku RM50. Ingat nak shopping novel kat sini. Maklumlah 30% katanya? Dangggg kalau pegy kilang pun dapat tak sampai 15% kayy. Tapi orang masyaAllah, subhanaAllah ramai gilaaaaaaaaaaaaaa tengah beratur dengan berbakul-bakul novel + buku. So tak jadi la membeli belah. Panas gila hokkayyy and tak sanggup nak beratur kemain panjang lagi haa. Kalau beratur ada dekat sejam baru termasuk dalam golongan 10 orang yang bakal sampai ke cashier. Takpe lah, bukan rezeki kiteee :(&lt;/div&gt;
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Tadi kat Twitter dapat tau Aaron Aziz nak datang karnival ney malam tadi. TAKPELAH TAKDE REZEKI JUMPA KEKASIH PUJAAN HATY T_____________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tadddaaaaaaaaaa! Yeappp, as an IPTA student, am entitled to received this vouchers! Hip hip hoorraay! :)) Actually it have already landed on my hand before CNY hols but then I didn't use it until yesterday (yes am home! ;) and gonna be home next weekend, too!) when I was on my way to Putra LRT at Pasar Seni (I thought of spending it at Kinokuniya, KLCC) but then, my eyes suddenly caught Popular Bookstore at Jalan Tun H S Lee. Without a second thought, I rushed into the bookstore with a bucket in my hand! :DD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Diary, 7 Faber Castle blue pens, Pilot highlighter, 2 Pentel refill highligter, Pilot black pen, Stabilo Exam Set, Super Glue, Sensonic earphone, Lady Bug flash drive &amp;amp; Felton bottle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Semalam pegy jadi badak berendam selama satu jam setengah di club house ye :pP Swimming is just my thing :) Just backstroke technique je dari dahulu masih tidak dapat menguasai. Puas la Ayah dok mengajar si anak dara dye sorang ney tapi tak dapat-dapat jugak. Teringin nak buat backstoke :(&lt;/div&gt;
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Satu habit yang tidak dapat dielakkan bila masuk swimming pool je mesty tahan nafas lama-lama (I'm improving from seconds to minutes :)) lepas tu menerapungkan diri (dengan muka menghadap ke bawah) *gaya pura-pura lemas haha* Sampai nafas habis baru angkat kepala. Kalau tak, memang terapung macam tu la :DDD Lepas puas terapung muka dalam air, terbalik terlentang gaya cenggini pulak. This is the best!! Tenang gila tengok awan bergerak. Fikir malam ney hujan ke tak :DD&lt;/div&gt;
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Dalam tak bertauliah aku dah berjaya ajar Ain terapung walaupun ambil masa 2 hari nak hilangkan rasa takut dengan air si Ain ney tapi we did it kan?! Congratulations Ain! For years, baru sekarang dapat buat tanpa berpaut pada apa-apa. Yeayyy!&lt;/div&gt;
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Later on, Alyaa and Ayah came :) Excited Ain ney haa tunjuk dekat Ayah yang dye dah boleh terapung :DD Ayah sakit belakang, tak boleh swimming :( Kalau tak, mesty dah suruh Ayah ajar backstroke buat kesian kalinya :( Dulu masa Ayah muda-muda (kita pun muda, cehh!) ayah berenang mesty kite panjat belakang ayah sambil peluk leher ayah. That way, together we swim haha! X)&lt;/div&gt;
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In an hour time, we will be leaving this idyllic sanctuary! :'( Am gonna miss everysinglething in here. The foods, the services, the most welcome greetings by &amp;nbsp;the staffs, the environment and even the "disturbing" sound of the buggy! :'( Everything is perfect here. It just so sad that 4 days passed by so fast. Haihh. Its okay, we will meet again Golden Palm Tree, Sepang Gold Coast. Stay perfect the way it is, aiteee ♥&lt;/div&gt;
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January's about to end, in 8 more days. January is a killer month for me. There are too much of things needed my attention in so little time -.-" For those who continually read my non of sense rants, thankyous ♥ Anyways, remember that an &lt;a href="http://aidarasyidahazman.blogspot.com/2011/12/golden-palm-tree-here-i-comeeee.html"&gt; entry&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;about Golden Palm Tree, Sepang Gold Coast was up around December 2011? That I said I will talk about the confirmation news on January? Well, here it is! :) Guess, where I would be by the time am writing this?&lt;/div&gt;
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Yuphhh I am certainly lazy-ing my arse at here! For 4 days and 3 nights! :) :) Awhhh my CNY hols are awesome! ♥&amp;nbsp;You know what I like most about this resort apart from its relaxing sanctuary? The services!! When we arrived here, it was raining heavily. But gradually the rain stops when I reached to post guard. I have to showed him the confirmation letter (that we're going to stay here) then only he let us in. Crazily secure, right? :DD I dropped Ibu, Alyaa and Ain at the lobby while Ayah and me searched for parking space. The parking lot were quite far, so they had this service - the resort's van will pick us up and drove us to the lobby! ;) This service and the buggy service is for 24/7 - whenever we're out from our room to the club house to the lobby to the parking space!&amp;nbsp;En espanol significa, perfectamente! (In Spanish means, perfect!)&lt;br /&gt;
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The buggy were covered with plastic cover (since its still raining) to cover us, or specifically me who loathe rain dots!! Omg! How can I not say the service was excellent?! 0.o I'm in love land!!&amp;nbsp;The pictures of our room, you can actually click this &lt;a href="http://aidarasyidahazman.blogspot.com/2011/12/golden-palm-tree-here-i-comeeee.html"&gt; entry&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and searched for Canary Palm Villas aite :) Its exactly the same as the showroom, nothing less ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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The next morning (Sunday, 22nd) we had a breakfast at the club house (where the Bila-Bila restaurant is located). Dangg man! One person cost RM52.20 for breakfast buffet! The other 4 people were already charged in the bill together with the room rate. Crazy enough, haa? I know rightttt... RM52.20 for just one person *sigh* If it was me who is going to pay (luckily it was Ayah, thank you! :*), I think not twice, not even thrice haha X)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;This is my breakfast - fried rice, black pepper sausages, beef bacon and omelette cheese&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Danggg I'd die for this omelette!! Its not just a normal cheese, its mozarella! Yuphh the one that covers on top of every pizza! Yummiessssss! (As for today - Monday, I had omelette again! With extra cheese!! Haha!)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had another 1 night at here before this luxury ends tomorrow afternoon. Leaving this sanctuary is a sad sad thing :( But hey, I got another 2 days 1 night more which we will be coming here before this year ends! Yeayyy! Dua hari satu malam pun jadi lah kan? :pP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;With love, Aida Rasyidah &lt;i&gt;xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706487490198820133-2298749214023369097?l=aidarasyidahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have been waiting to post this entry like ferrrrrevvah!&lt;/div&gt;
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Okay first of all, ingat tak dulu when I was in the 4th semester, memang non-resident kan? Then month before final examinations, Pika Yan Marlene and Me had to move in to college. Yang this &lt;a href="http://aidarasyidahazman.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-stressful-week-for-me-for-my.html"&gt; entry&lt;/a&gt;, in March 2011. But I never stated why I moved out from the house right? Or why we moved out from Sawah Lebar back to Beting. Nak ulas panjang-panjang pun benda dah lama kan.. So in a simple way, there's been a misunderstanding between us that lead 8 months of not talking to my own best friend! There's not a day passed within those awful 8 months that my tears didn't overflowed. Even the thought of her can cause me in such heart pain :'( I never told anyone that the morning she left, being the morning person me, I &amp;nbsp;forced myself to sleep after Subuh prayers just because I don't want to see her move out from our house. When I told my dad about we're moving out, I just couldn't help but to cry like mad. I was all broken. She's been my best friend since I entered UiTM. We and late-midnight-girls-talk are like diamond and girls. I even used to stay at her room back in college for hours! There were times that I went back to college after 3AM! Imagine what kinds of girls talk we're having :D She's been there, thru better and worse. Tapi sebab salah faham sikit je, kiteorang jadi macam ney. Have you ever exprecienced something like even korang berselisih pun but none of you ever made the effort to greet each other? Or even glance? I was deeply in hurt bila berselisih tak bertegur langsung pun. Padahal, I used to talk about everything to her, I used to cry together with her. I've told her so many things that I didn't even have the thoughts to tell others. In a simple way.. losing her for the whole 8 months was like losing the greatest love I've ever had. Don't get me wrong :D Tapi seriously bila terpandang sesuatu, dalam haty... "Ohhh dulu Ain pun suka jugak" "Dulu Ain yang ajar" "Dulu dengan Ain...." Everything is about Ain Ain Ain. Seriously, there's not a day passed by where I didn't stop crying about her :'( Make it worse, when I had "this" problem that I had no one to talk to. I mean, she's the only one that knows my real situation. Of course, in front others I can smile when topic comes about her. But only Allah knows what exactly in my heart. I know I've said that at one point in my life I just can't help but to hate. But as time passes, I know I've been lying to myself and truthfully, I need her. So bad :'(&lt;/div&gt;
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Every each day, I'm like a crazy person. The longing just keeps getting mad and mad :D Ehemm seriously. So one day I thought that "Arghh what the heck! Am done with 8 months!"&lt;/div&gt;
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So exactly on November 23rd 2011, I gave a shot to call her. Surprisingly, she didn't used the old number. So I asked few friends around and finally.... :') I couldn't help but to cry like a mad person the first time I heard her voice though at time she didn't recognized me yet. Just... Allah knows :'( So we had a lil chit cat (does it still called as 'chit chat' if we were in the phone for like an hour?! :D) about everything that's been happening, for the past 8 months. I'm seriously couldn't stop crying sampai la letak telefon haha :') The greatest news is, she told me she's getting married in January!&lt;/div&gt;
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Since June 2009 :')&lt;/div&gt;
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Masa dah sampai depan rumah Ain, haty berdebar-debar. Maklumlah dah almost 10 months that bercakap depan-depan kan. When she's standing right in front of me, I can't help but to hug her tightly. Allah sahaja yang Maha Mengetahui rindunya aku dekat kawan baik aku sorang ney :')&lt;br /&gt;
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I couldn't denied the fact that Ain memang naturally cantik. Siapa yang pernah met her face to face, surely will agree with me ;) Bila dye make up je, I was stunned! Cantik gilooooooooooooooooooooooooo I tell youhh! :DD I'm happy for her, I really am. I hope the best for you both :)&lt;br /&gt;
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To Aiman, Haziq, Redz &amp;amp; Jama', am sorry that we (Pika Yan and Me) lied about this event at the first place. Seriously, when I first contacted Ain, I'm so excited to share it with you guys (since you guys are with us thru the ups and downs in March 2011) it just... I do not know where to start. Seriously.... Its been a hard time for me to pick the right and wise word to share the news. I'm sorry for not telling the truth at the first place. I really am. Forgive me pals :( And for others that I lied too.&lt;/div&gt;
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Congratulations best friend! Semoga berkekalan hingga ke syurga Allah&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Imma truly happy girl now!!! :') Alhamdulillah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Semalam Ibu baru je balik dari burial event, Ibu cakap Tokmama sebenarnya had kidney failure. Even before this pun dye pernah buat bypass (heart trouble). So masa dye admitted in IJN few days back, she was conscious. But then, on one night, dye terjatuh dekat toilet. So I think things has gotten worse, then the doc had to put her in coma - Ibu said just to let her heart rest. But then Ibu cakap sebab Tokmama pun dah tua kan, ada macam-macam penyakit (kidney failure, diabetic...) so memang things has gotten worse pun. And dye meninggal dalam keadaan tak sedarkan diri. Ibu cakap masa nak kebumikan tu pun, memang muka dye bengkak semacam. Mungkin sebab kidney dye dah tak boleh nak circulate and remove excess water. Tapi memang pun masa semalam kite pegy tengok pun, memang muka Tokmama bengkak. I was wondering jugak "Eh Tokmama nampak chubby". Only then I knew she had a kidney failure. Once again, al fatihah. Semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat &amp;amp; ditempatkan dalam kalangan orang-orang yang solehah. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;
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By the way, I had this funny thought masa tengah pandang arwah Tokmama. I imagined that "entah-entah roh Tokmama ada sebelah aku, tengah pegang2 tangan aku, merayu tanya tak nampak ke dia kat sini.. Dia belum meninggal lagi. Lepas tak dapat respon yang memberangsangkan dari aku, peluk pulak tangan Atok, tangan Ayah." HAHAHAHA. I know this isn't the right time to make silly jokes tapi itu lah, banyak sangat tengok drama Cina dari kecil sampai besar. Ini lah effect dye -.-"&lt;br /&gt;
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Assalamualaikum, haii Its my first post in 2012. WOW time flies &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; I don't really celebrate new year eves. Basically every new year I will ended up at home, or some other places, with of course, family. Celebrating new year as in hang out for hours at Dataran Merdeka... Isn't really my thing ^.^V&lt;/div&gt;
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So about my title.. death knocks? Well, I just lost my stepgrandma, about nearly 5 hours ago. Inalillah.&lt;/div&gt;
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So the story was, Ayah &amp;amp; Me went to majlis akad nikah at Keramat this morning. After majlis tu, kiteorang saja nak melawat Tokmama (thats what I called arwah) dekat Institut Jantung Negara or in short, IJN. I heard that Atok says Tokmama dah few days already tak sedarkan diri. Ohh she's suffering from pneumonia disease, in which theres sort of infection in her lungs which somehow affected her heart too. I think that is the COD (cause of death).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So while waiting for Atok to walk out from CCU (Coronary Care Unit), I decided to go to surau for Zohor prayers. So kite pun ringan la mulut bertanya nurse tu, kat mana surau kan. She said level 5. Okay la, I walk in to the lift, alone. And knowing, wow, tingkat atas sekali. Its okay. Keluar je, surau perempuan in between 2 other wards. Surau lelaki tingkat 3. So being the normal curious me, kite memang suka menjenguk wad, saja-saja nak tengok. Surprisingly, nurse tu lupa bagitahu yang level 5 takda orang langsung!! Even the wards are empty. Dengan bersimennya, sampahnya. I was... okay. Start to feel a bit insecure. Then decided nak pegy check the other ward. Hati dah gembira dari jauh nampak lukisan cendawan dekat dinding. Mesty wad kanak-kanak ney. Bila jenguk dalam tu, kosong!! Okay takpe takpe. Masuk surau. Guess what? I AM THE ONLY PERSON IN LEVEL 5. Makkkk! I felt like screaming my lungs out. Okay takpe aku gagahkan diri jugak ambil wudhuk sambil berulang kali sebut 'Allahuakhbar' dalam haty. &amp;nbsp;Hey, death happens everytime, everyday in hospital okay. And me being all alone in that level??&amp;nbsp;Kot kena sergah dengan hantu ke apa.. kan.&amp;nbsp;Nauzubillahminzalik :| Alhamdulillah Allah bagi aku kekuatan sampai sempat habis ambil wudhuk lepas tu entah la serius rasa seram sejuk. I don't know if there is really "something" near me ataupun it just me being over-reacted. Imma normal human being okay? I know kalau kita takut pada Allah, maka segala sesuatu itu akan takut pada kita. But I don't know. I just started to feel... insecure. Not only by that "something". I mean, what if there's freak following me tiba-tiba sergah aku dalam surau? Dah la surau tu macam takda orang guna. You know, dalam surau tu just ada satu sejadah dan satu telekung. Rak for qurans ke takda langsung. Even tempat sidai telekung takda. Like macam, semua staff kat situ ada surau dye tersendiri and the surau is no longer in use -.- To be worse, am all alone! Pintu surau tak boleh kunci pulak tu! Grrr. So I decided to call Ayah, suruh dye naik atas teman kite kat surau kan. Ayah pulak suruh turun bawah, masuk CCU. I was okay and kindof 'happy'. I mean, leaving those creepy place. Dari surau ke dalam lif tak berhenti-henti beristighfar. Ayat kursi semua. Dah la masuk lif sorang-sorang. With that previous thought, tak pernah seumur hidup aku naik lif bulu roma meremang sampai ke tengkuk. I just hoped that jangan la lif ney stuck in the middle of its way. Let me out safely :( Alhamdulillah, pintu lif tu terbukak at level 1 which CCU is located. There's just one word bila pintu lif terbuka and when I heard people's voices. That is, alhamdulillah :')&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So I went in to the CCU, terus ikut Ayah pegy katil Tokmama. Everything looks fine to me until 5 minutes (almost) later, Ayah told me "Tokmama dah takda" I was like.. huh? Terus mata laju je cari mesin tu. Haah la, straight lines. I thought I was looking at the machine before and didn't realised anything unusual pun? -_-" So I guessed, Tokmama dah meninggal even before I entered the CCU lagi. No wonder everything looks "fine". I mean, takda orang meratap macam tu la. Rupanya dah habis meratap, aku yang terlambat -.- I looked at arwah, deeply. With wires here and there.. Entah la. I don't know how to describe my feelings. I just macam tak percaya that shes gone. More pity, Atok :'( Dah la dulu tinggal berdua dekat dalam rumah tu je. Now I think hes going to live with her daughter, which is my Ayah's stepsister. I just didn't expect such things. Tak sangka. Ayah baru je bagi tahu pagi tadi Tokmama admitted IJN sebab pneumonia and dah tak sedarkan diri in 2-3 days macam tu, I think since dye admitted kot. Then.. things happened. Entah la, its hard to describe. Dari Allah kita datang, kepadaNya jugalah kita kembali. Al-fatihah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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.... and so much more. You see, am a very optimistic girl. I do believed in everything that's happening has its own reasons. Everything happened for reasons. It just matter of time - either we notice its hikmah right away or it will benefit us in future. I rarely down on my knees because I always believe if anything terrible happened, its not the end of the world. Noph, its not. I believe there are always rooms for improvements. Better late than never, at all right? ;) Therefore, I never regret any broken relationships. To me, its not something I would regret because I can't deny I was once happy, I mean I am still now! With family and all... its a blessing (: I just.... learnt the lessons. I learnt lessons which will benefit me, and I put aside those devastating facts. That way, I moved on. So sometimes when I heard stories about how people regret the memories they've shared (once the relationships broken) I get this angry feeling. Its like when you're happy back then, none would even matters. Suddenly when he/she left you, you start to whine around like you lost everything, like he/she is the only thing worth living for. Yeapp like its the end of the world to you! To hell it isn't! You still have your family, your friends, and so much more. Life's just too short to regret. Learn the lessons and move the heck on. Forgive those who consciously/unconsciously treated you the way you shouldn't be treated. Just continue seek forgiveness from Allah, (well of course if the wrongdoings are between you and another human being, seek forgiveness from that person first) insyaAllah your life would be better ;) This is how I rule :)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What has started? My mid term break! :)) I just arrived home, just now - exactly at 4.20PM. Masuk-masuk dapur je terus terbau masak kurma! Walaywehhhh I really cannot miss it for the world!! All time favourite! Tapi mengenangkan tak solat Zohor lagi, terpaksa tangguhkan niat and quickly solat sebab Asar masuk 4.37PM. On the way nak naik atas, ternampak satu packaging pos laju dekat atas TV. Quickly ambil sambil berlari naik atas bilik. Dalam haty "Nak bukak dulu ke, nak solat dulu? Bukak? Solat? Bukak? Solat? Arghhh!" Disebabkan aku tahu aku akan terleka bila menatap isi dalam sampul tu, terus pilih solat dulu. Lepas solat baru boleh lama-lama nak menatap kan? Haty pun tenang ;DD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Speaking of blood, I frowned bila nurse tu nak test my blood type. I mean, it was clearly stated dekat dalam sijil tu I carry a type A blood. Why need the test then? Weird -.-" Lepas dye sedut darah tu using micropipette, dye drop dalam blue solution something. Then dye pulak frowned. Then she drop one drop of the blood, again. And again. Lepas tu dye macam tak puas hati, langsung dye keluarkan satu machine ney, put my blood on the slide and insert dalam machine tu. I dengan Marlene macam.. "Duh-uh?" Hati makin berdebar lah pulak. Selama ney okay je. Tiba-tiba darah aku ada infection ke ape haha -_-" Luckily machine tu gave good results and I passed! :) Marlene dengan Aiman tak kena pun like I did. Hmmphh. Disebabkan tu, blood pressure aku time tu mencanak naik -130/90 haha! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Alhamdulillah, donation kali ney berjalan dengan lancarnya. In fact, it take less than 10 minutes. Syukur :')&lt;/div&gt;
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I can't sign in Twitter because of UiTM's wifi sort of block it. Entah la. Hard to explain. Haihhhh. Can't wait for mid term break where I can Twitter-ing for 24/7 haha. Just few days more!! ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So hari ney tidur dekat kolej, tumpang rumah Yan because there are tons of works need my attention, to bits -.-' So as I was walking at the susur gajah (on my way to college) kite pun tengok lah keadaan sekeliling kan. I was surprised. And amazed! Kolej dah banyak gila berubah! Kalau dulu ada gelanggang sukan je, sekarang gelangang futsal pun dah ada! Apart from that, tempat rekreasi pun dah ada!! Dulu takda okay. Nak bersukan pun segan mati tak mahu bila kena berebut court dengan siswa. Haihhh -_-" Semestinya bila dah lama jadi warga Non-Resident, maknanya dah lama juga la tak masuk Anjung Selera Perpatih. Kan? Kalau dulu, ini la satu-satunya kedai yang ada dekat dalam kampus Beting ney. Kedai yang buka pun berapa kerat je la. Kedai goreng-goreng ada satu tu je. Order kuey teow goreng pukul 6PM, 9PM baru dapat digest. Sedih kan? &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Kedai runcit dekat tingkat atas pun tak membantu sangat T__T Sekarang dah ada banyak kedai! Siap ada sizzling yee mee dekat Anjung! Ada dua kedai makan dekat parking space. Semalam malam makan dengan Pika, Jama' and Azyan dekat anjung. Sementara tengah tunggu makanan Pika &amp;amp; Jama' siap, kite pun menghayatilah permandangan sekeliling. And what came in my mind was that... &amp;nbsp;I miss college so badly! :'( I realized I miss my college years bila fikir kalau bosan duduk dalam rumah, boleh keluar jalan-jalan. Rumah sewa sekarang nama je ada laman besar tapi mood nak keluar rumah ambil angin tak pernahnya sampai -.-' Bila tengok orang ramai pergi Pusat Islam (surau) rasa nak nanges pun ada! Masjid Sawah Lebar jauh! Nak jalan kaki pun ambil masa dekat 15 minit. Gelap pulak tu! :( And most of all, bila nampak bas UiTM lalu depan Anjung untuk pick up budak-budak yang nak pegy outing. Lagi la rasa nak menitik je air mata! Dah lama tak berebut naik bas keluar makan malam sebab stress dengan studi. Rindu dengan 'Kad Kuning' (its actually kad pelepasan keluar). Rindu bila lepak-lepak depan kolej sambil tunggu bas datang, mata meliar usha orang berdekatan siapa yang pegang kad kuning so that boleh bajet lepas ke tak naik bas. Kalau tak lepas memang sadis kena call taxi and dye charge RM12 sekali naik T__T Rindu berhimpit-himpit dalam bas semata-mata nak makan dekat Pilah Street. Tapi semenjak dah duduk luar ney, Pilah Street tu sometimes seems nothing to me pun. Takda yang best pun. Menyakitkan telinga ada bila dengar orang karoake haha &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Kalau dulu rasa duduk dalam Beting macam takda life. Mood nak keluar outing pun boleh terpadam bila teringat hutan belantara sepanjang 7KM yang perlu ditembusi just untuk sampai ke simpang besar main road tu T__T Tapi bila dah lama duduk luar pun, rasa takda life jugak. Kalau bosan duduk dalam bilik dekat rumah sewa, tak tahu nak buat apa. Nak keluar jogging, jalan depan rumah tu sibuk. Main road jalan shortcut la katakan. Sudahnya, terbongkang atas katil. Haihh sadisss :( Udara dekat Sawah Lebar pun tak sesegar Beting ney! I don't know what I really want actually. Duduk dalam, sadis. Duduk luar pun sadis. Bertambah sadis duduk luar bila hari-hari bas keluar masuk Beting penuh macam hapa. Kalau dulu boleh duduk tunggu bas 10 minutes before. Sekarang ney kena tunggu 30 minutes before! Kalau lambat, memang melepas la bas alamatnya :\ Arghhhh! What I really know is that my first year in college is always the best year in UiTM! :')&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been waiting for this weekend, since the past two weeks. Why? Because this is the first time my UiTM mates and I planned to go to Melaka, for sort of vacation hehe ;) Plan beriya-iya, called hotels and chalets sana sini, try for reservations tapi semua dah fully booked! -.-' So we decided nak just go to the Melaka town and try cari hotel kat sana terus. Plan dah baik punya. Last week kan balik rumah kan, dah siap bawak handbag yang sesuai dengan semua baju nak bawa pegy Melaka dah. Ayah pun dah bagi allowance awal-awal. Everything was perfect. Until..... one of us informed me that he couldn't make it, day before. Couldn't lie but to T________T Then few issues came up. Last-last abort all plans :( Takpelah, bukan rezeki kami. There's always, always time for us. To that one person, takyah rasa serba salah sangat lah. Aku faham. And insyaAllah yang lain-lain pun faham. Nak buat macam mana. Family matters kan? I might do the same thing if I were in your shoes too ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Worst thing is that I bought two!! Yes two! Ehh bukan bought, I actually got it for free haha. Know why? Sampai-sampai je kaunter tu, kakak dekat kaunter tu cakap 'kalau taknak beli apa-apa pun boleh' and I was like '....okayyy' Dalam haty, jangan banyak tanya. Dah dia yang cakap kalau tak beli apa-apa pun boleh kan? Haha! Then bila my other friends sampai, manager dye kata kene beli at least satu produk ayam dulu baru voucher ney valid. And more, she said voucher tu hanya valid up to 5PM that day sahaja. I was about to blow. Iyelah apahal pulak kena beli at least satu produk ayam dulu? Dah terang-terang terms and condition dekat voucher tu with any purchase. And whats with up to 5PM??! Voucher tu valid sampai 15th January 2012 kot! -.-" Rupa-rupanya esoknya, KFC Malaysia sendiri dah tarik balik that voucher. Haihh pasal marketing strategies tak betul la ney. They posted the voucher online kot, at Facebook. Didn't they realised that most of us were into Facebook? C'mon who has not sign up for Facebook? Even my lil cousin aged 6 years old ada Facebook! -.-'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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You gotta be kiddin' me KFC -_-" Anyways, enough with the critism. I wanna thank you KFC because my friends and I actually have like 12 double zinger burgers because of that "free" vouchers? Haha! ;))
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You actually have to make an appointment with the resort's representative then only you're allowed to enter this resort. How exclusive is that?!! Memang dulu masa we stayed at one of the chalet at Bagan Lalang, bila lalu sini je confirm teringin nak masuk. Then one day, we all nak masuk tapi guard tu tak bagi masuk unless you have an appointment or you're actually the resort's guest :( So Ibu made an appointment. I am looooooosing so much senses and mind when I'm here. Know why? Bare with me. This entry gonna be packed with pictures!! 8D Super banyaaaaaak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida01.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overall top view. Cool kan?!!! 0.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida02.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GPT's private beach. Eh, private smiley beach haha! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida03.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the office, if I am not mistaken. We were brought here, and they even served us with mineral bottles before the representative arrived ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lepas cakap-cakap dengan representative tu or I called her Kak Yanti, she drove us around this resort with this thingy!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida04.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its a buge! XDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida05.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we gooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida06.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Travellers Palm Villas is the first resort yang kami singgah. Cantik kan? I seriously cannot take my eyes of this resort!! Based on gambar first sekali tu, Travellers Palm Resort terletak  sepanjang 'batang' pokok kelapa tu ;) If nak keluar jalan-jalan, let say nak pergi swimming pool (terletak dekat hujung batang pokok kelapa, yang tengah-tengah tu (based on the first picture)) boleh just tahan any buge yang lalu for like every 5 mins. Kalau dekat 'pelepah' pokok kelapa tu, Canary &amp;amp; Ivory Palm Villas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/GPTT.jpg" height="400px" width="650px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this is the cheapest room in this resort. Interior design dye... coolio!! Siap disediakan payung lagi! :DD Ada balcony, best best.  Tengok shower room dye, actually luar tu laut tau! 'Agak' segan la kan nak mandi kalau tak turunkan langsir tu kan kan? Hahaha I was really amazed by this room :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida07.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ini chalet yang ada dekat 'pelepah' pokok kelapa tu. Specifically Canary &amp;amp; Ivory Palm Villas. Ivory is the second exclusive rooms and it is also the second expensive rooms. Paling mahal is Royal Palm Villas. Tapi Royal Palm Villas takda showroom so no pictures were taken. Teringin sangat nak masuk Royal Palm Villas since chalets tu paling exclusive dekat sini *sigh* &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/GPTC.jpg" height="480px" width="600px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Canary Palm Villas. Okay follow me eh. Nak visualize bukan senang ney haha :pP Okay first bila masuk je this room, on my left is ada bedroom macam gambar on the first row sekali tu. Gambar sebelah tu wash room yang ada dalam bilik tu. Gambar dekat second row tu ruang tamu which is exactly in front of me, I mean the place where I'm standing at the moment. On the third row bedroom which is located on my right. Toilet dye seap ada bathtub lagi! And of course, bersebelahan dengan tingkap, direct boleh nampak laut! So calming kan?! ;) Bilik ney double best sebab dua-dua bedrooms ada balcony! ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/GPTI.jpg" height="850" width="650px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Ivory Palm Villas. Paling cantik I have ever seen! Okay, once again, follow me ;) Mule masuk, ada hall on my left. In front of me ada study room! Haha! Comel kan? Sebelah tu ada bedroom double queen-sized bed. Opposite the hall is the masterbedroom. Paling grand! Know why? Kiri kanan hujung katil tu actually ada lorong nak pergi toilet. Area sinki tu kira macam open toilet la. Haha! Cool kan? Pusing belakang je ada bath tub!! Coolio! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida08.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Berhampiran dengan club house dye ada swimming pool. Seriously! This is killin' me!! Cantik giloooooooo 0.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida09.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Direct view towards the beach ;)) Tak pasti pulak air swimming pool tu jatuh sampai mana. Tak berpeluang nak jalan sampai hujung. Bila Ibu dah confirmed nak stay sini, kite bagitau kay! ;) Ohh yang ada arrow tu actually is a gym! Semangat la aku pasni mengayuh basikal dalam gym. Mesty rasa macam dah merentas laut je kan kan hahaha &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida10.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yang ini own our way back to office dye. Suka tengok jalan ney. Kiri kanan ney Travellers Palm Villas. Dia siap bahagikan jalan untuk pedestrians lagi. So thoughtful, kan? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida11.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida12.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida13.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida14.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kalau nak tahu kat mana Sunset Garden ney terletak, tengok balik topview resort ney, yang the first picture on this entry, kawasan semak-semak sebelah kanan tu la terletaknya restoran ney. Terasa sangat hijau wehh! Tenang gila-gila. Sejuk ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lepas dah habis tour semua, patah balik pegy dekat office dye. The best damn thing, one of the staff offered us coffees and teas and even bagi wet-serai-scented-towel! Sangat cooling dan sangat effective untuk lap peluh yang bermaharajalela sebab tour on a very hot day kan. The towel is not actually "wet" tapi "frozen". Tak tahu la dye buat macam mana tapi towel tu sejuk gila. Macam pegang ais je rasa 8DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida21.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sementara tunggu Kak Yanti settle things up, we got RM100 vaucher for lunch at Sepoi-Sepoi Cafe! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida20.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baru faham kenapa nama cafe ney Sepoi-Sepoi. Sebab its location yang sangat dekat dengan beach. Angin kuat gila. Sejuk &amp;amp; nyaman! ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida19.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ayah's fried char kuey teow :) 5 stars! Of course, without the tauges hehe :pP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida18.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alyaa's soto ayam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida17.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ibu's steamed rice with black pepper mushrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/aida16.jpg" height="350px" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is my chicken curry rice! Sedap wohhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And ohh must've been wondering what my lil youngest sister is having for lunch kan? She had Nasi Goreng Kampung, which arrived very very late. The waiter/waiteress accidentally forgot, I supposed -_-" To that, I forgot to take pictures of hers lunch -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lepas dah settle semua, dah kenyang sehabis kenyang haha kiteorang pun balik with a confirmation! Nak tahu? Hahaha later yeahh :pP InsyaAllah the confirmation news will be on January's post ^_^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;With love, Aida Rasyidah &lt;i&gt;xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706487490198820133-475021760362801900?l=aidarasyidahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Really can't just lay down and close my eyes. For that I have 2 solid reasons : 1. I've been sleeping for almost 3 hours in the afternoon &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; 2. I have consumed high amount of caffeine in mocha which I just.. Just couldn't resist hehe -___- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ehemm so like the usual weekends, Ayah &amp;amp; Ibu would choose to have dinner outside. So for this weekend, we had our stomach full (like its going to explode anytime sooner haha) with meals from Tirai Ratus which is located at Section 2, Shah Alam. Well of course, for those who not know, you can always do the google-ing thingy. They even have a Facebook account! Coolio!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/tirairatus.jpg" height="340px" width="390px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So this is my dinner. Soto with ice blended mocha. The beef soup looks darker because of the beef itself. I have never have the thoughts of adding the cili padi  XDD My rate? 4 stars! Its good, it really is ;) It just... not that very good for my 5 stars ahaa =.= And the mocha drink? Arghhh absolutely awesome! Would like to have couple of rounds of it hehe. So we ordered few side dishes like french fries and mushroom soup with garlic bread. Ayah's having kuey teow goreng, Ibu's having mee rebus, Alyaa's having nasi goreng kampung while Ain's having nasi briyani. The nasi briyani is freaking delicious! Of course when the quality of the food is very high, it cost you more than a penny, no? If by any chance you're going to have lunch/dinner here, at Tirai Ratus, gotta try its nasi briyani! ;) Since I refuse the people to put the blame on me because of my recommendation (HAHA) I would not lie but its a bit expensive. Do not eat here if you're not willing to pay more than the usual meal's price. Total of five pack nearly RM80. Be certain to prepare the money yeahhh XDDD By the way, the glass looks a bit funny, and w e i r d -.-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd488/aidarasyidah/ubat.jpg" height="340px" width="390px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My left ear is sick. So much in sick that I have to attend another medical check up next week. Can't really hear things due to the 'ringing'. So I'm returning home again by next Friday. When I had trouble in laying down my head because of overflowing ear drops, that I have to lay down to the right for almost an hour and can't really move my head as I wish, when I have this uneasy feelings that I couldn't visualize to you, when I have this 'arghhh' because I can't really listen properly to the surroundings... Then only I knew how precious these miracles (to have the power of listening) are. I have always having trouble with ears, since I was little. I've taken few ear drops before and it only last within months, or longer 2-3 years. So, appreciate your ears for you not know how suffered &amp;amp; uncomfortable I am right now :( I am seriously can't imagine how deaf person is capable to survive :'( Nauzubillah min zalik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With love, Aida Rasyidah &lt;i&gt;xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706487490198820133-1382858501275057083?l=aidarasyidahazman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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