<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664</id><updated>2024-09-12T14:25:45.267+09:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~MEALWAYS~~~</title><subtitle type='html'>this is where i can talk bout stuffs~~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-8937541714084262537</id><published>2012-11-08T14:59:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2012-11-08T14:59:45.667+09:00</updated><title type='text'>healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
when the heart has scars&lt;br /&gt;
from all the years it had live&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
there will come 1 point&lt;br /&gt;
where it know it need to forgive&lt;br /&gt;
all people that had hurt it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but the most hard to forgive&lt;br /&gt;
is the one that wasnt suppose to hurt it&lt;br /&gt;
the family of it`s owner&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it is not like it dont want to forgive&lt;br /&gt;
but it is hard because&lt;br /&gt;
maybe it will be hurt again and again in the future&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it know that it cant change others&lt;br /&gt;
deep down, it wish that&lt;br /&gt;
it wont be hurt again&lt;br /&gt;
by the person that it love the most&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/8937541714084262537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/8937541714084262537?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/8937541714084262537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/8937541714084262537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2012/11/healing.html' title='healing'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-7349748258390433339</id><published>2012-05-14T04:32:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-05-14T04:32:16.039+09:00</updated><title type='text'>dear,</title><content type='html'>of all things that had happened, i wonder why it is still there,&lt;br /&gt;
why it is so persistent on living in there,&lt;br /&gt;
it is so absurd to be that persistent,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
be betrayed for times and times,&lt;br /&gt;
dont you have the heart?&lt;br /&gt;
dont you feel the pain?&lt;br /&gt;
dont you have the pride?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
stop being persistent,&lt;br /&gt;
for thousands times i plead to you,&lt;br /&gt;
please stop it forever.&lt;br /&gt;
may you be at peace again~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/7349748258390433339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/7349748258390433339?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/7349748258390433339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/7349748258390433339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2012/05/dear.html' title='dear,'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-3624798073599841173</id><published>2012-05-13T01:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-05-13T01:30:36.740+09:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastinate</title><content type='html'>a lot to be done but not in mood to do them,,&lt;br /&gt;
kena hantar tu kena hantar ni,&lt;br /&gt;
kena buat tu, kena buat ni,&lt;br /&gt;
macam2,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi satu pun tak jalan,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
**apela nak jadi~&lt;br /&gt;
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still perlu berusaha&lt;br /&gt;
still sakit&lt;br /&gt;
still perlu berusaha&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i hate you!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
end of story&lt;br /&gt;
but not the end yet~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i hate you!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
for all the faults&lt;br /&gt;
for all the wound&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i hate you!!&lt;br /&gt;
i say but deep inside&lt;br /&gt;
still loving you~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
to be continued~~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/3041203693549834261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/3041203693549834261?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/3041203693549834261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/3041203693549834261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2012/05/so-rawak.html' title='so rawak~'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-8319900806819295623</id><published>2012-05-06T00:30:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-05-06T00:30:50.384+09:00</updated><title type='text'>the heart</title><content type='html'>the wound wont stop bleeding&lt;br /&gt;
time do flies fast&lt;br /&gt;
but the wound wont heal&lt;br /&gt;
not long enough yet&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
as strong the bars i put there,&lt;br /&gt;
that strong i want you to be&lt;br /&gt;
so that 1 day you will crush the bars by yourself and not getting hurt&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
as strong i make the will&lt;br /&gt;
i want my limbs to be that strong&lt;br /&gt;
so that they wont disobey the will&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/8319900806819295623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/8319900806819295623?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/8319900806819295623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/8319900806819295623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2012/05/heart.html' title='the heart'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-1982617902346280875</id><published>2012-04-24T01:16:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-04-24T01:16:43.512+09:00</updated><title type='text'>labmates~</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
today feeling like want to write something about my labmates,,&lt;br /&gt;
overall i have 3 2nd year master seniors, 1 first year master senior and 9 batchmates,, and all of them are guys,,&lt;br /&gt;
sometimes i do feel lonely because i cant talk freely with them because of the language barrier and also they do guys talks that i cant understand,,&lt;br /&gt;
sometimes i laugh even though i dont join their conversation..&lt;br /&gt;
they are all nice but maybe they still dont feel comfortable to talk to me,, takut aku tak faham kot..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
there are 4 people who share the same 2 family name, which are &amp;nbsp;matsumoto and tanaka..&lt;br /&gt;
setakat ni aku tak pernah panggil mana2 ahli lab aku dengan nama.. sebab tak sure nak panggil nama yang mana, nak letak san ke tak..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
matsumoto yuki -- orang nye tinggi2, paling tinggi dalam lab tu.. i like his voice,, kasar dan rendah,, kureng sket dari chuck bass.. die macam sensei sebab mostly pasal kadai die tahu..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
tanaka kunihiko -- kecik2, banyak cakap.. rasanya dia yang paling banyak cakap dengan aku setakat ni..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
matsumoto kazuki -- if i remember correctly his name la,, yang ni pun terer gak bab kadai.. die ala2 bos dalam lab tu sebab die paling kuat..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
tanaka @@@ -- tak sempat tangkap nama die apa bile budak2 ni cakap.. &amp;nbsp;kurang tingghi sket drpa yuki..agak banyak cakap tapi pendiam jugak.. lately dia macam tengah fikir something yang berat.. sebab die selalu termenung dalam lab.. risau pasal kerja kot..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
narumi @@@ -- orang nye kecik2 pakai spek,, nampak macam nerd tapi kalau kena tajuk bising jugak.. before ni aku duty kemas lab sekali dengan die. tapi sebab the other group kurang orang, so, aku offer diri untuk tukar group..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
onodera @@@ -- orang nye senyap dan baik.,,, pernah sekali dia nampak aku tercari2 kat mane nak cucuk plug, n then die syorkan aku cucuk plug kt laptop punye je, sebab takde orang guna pun laptop tu masa tu..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
yoshioka @@@--- orang nye kecik2, comel2 aktif sukan.. hari first aku try buat kadai, die yang tlg explain nak buat apa and aku siap pinjam nota dia copy circuit apa nak buat sekali,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
minami @@@-- aku rase ketinggian dia kurang sket pada aku.. jarang nampak dia kat lab.,, maybe die buzy prepare utk presentation kot.. sebab dia orang first present nanti..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
kojima hirotsugu --- kojima pon aku jarang nampak dekat lab.. tak tahu kenapa dia ambil banyak gile subjek sem ni.. 9 subjek, 18 kredit.. lab pun jarang datang, kalau datang pun time duty kemas lab je.. orang lain pun pelik dia buat kadai ke tak..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
cukup 9 orang labmates.. hope i can mingle well with them.. i got 1 year to go through with them,, and insyaAllah kalau ada rezeki aku sambung master, there are 4 of them who will be there too..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
for now, takde gambar untuk di upload..&lt;br /&gt;
tak tahu la bila aku akan ada gambar mereka~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i like being in the lab actually... biarpon kadang2 lonely jugak sebab takde orang nak borak,, at least i&#39;m not alone there.. i can laugh and smile there..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
still aku rasa segan lagi kot nak minta tolong banyak2 dari mereka.. biarpon aku banyak tak tahu.. nak guna oscilloscope macam mana, nak cari apa dekat mane,, a lot of things that i dont know,, slow2 okay..&lt;br /&gt;
i need to adapt myself too..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
wassalam~~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
p/s: 1 thing i dont like about me is i like to procrastinate~&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
20 april 2012,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
something yang aku dah lama tahu just aku pendamkan dalam otak tu,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku sorok benda tu jauh2,&lt;br /&gt;
aku tak fikir pasal benda tu,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi,,&lt;br /&gt;
satu hari tanpa aku fikir panjang benda tu jadi,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
suppose to in that mean time aku prepare diri aku, so that aku tak terkejut macam ni,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi, nak buat macam mana, dah benda dah jadi,, terima saja lah,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
kalau aku berterusan macam ni, ada peluang berat aku akan turun,,&lt;br /&gt;
bayangkanlah real meal yang aku amek dalam sehari adalah sekali je,,&lt;br /&gt;
tu pon paling berat nasi, paling kurang maggi,,&lt;br /&gt;
and in that day benda lain yang aku makan ialah coklat or buah,,&lt;br /&gt;
and yes, i do realized how less i eat now,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so, sape2 please tolong masakkan something yang sedap untuk aku...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sesuatu yang sepatutnya buat aku menangis, tapi aku keraskan hati aku,,&lt;br /&gt;
pepatah kata tiada guna nak menangis bila susu dah tumpah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
sekarang banyak benda nak kena fikir so, tangisan tu tunggu lain hari je lah,,&lt;br /&gt;
sebab aku tahu one day, i will cry over this thing,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
for the time being, be strong,,&lt;br /&gt;
takkan nak nangis depan labmates kot kan,,&lt;br /&gt;
=)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
wassalam,,&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s: a loss that will never be replaced,, sebab setiap benda tu ada tempatnye yang tersendiri,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/4001396715537609189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/4001396715537609189?isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/4001396715537609189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/4001396715537609189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2012/04/20-april-2012.html' title='20 april 2012'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-8277012206008224003</id><published>2012-04-04T16:48:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2012-04-12T00:25:11.164+09:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness from my camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
some random pics from malaysia~&lt;/div&gt;
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ni labu sedara sebelah rumah tanam;)&lt;/div&gt;
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ulat bulu naek daun~&lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;etok&#39;~&lt;/div&gt;
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mairah makan muffin~&lt;/div&gt;
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burger kedai sepupu;)&lt;/div&gt;
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team pencarian &#39;etok&#39;&lt;/div&gt;
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syok mengauk &#39;etok&#39;~&lt;/div&gt;
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hasil tangkapan di sungai in process!&lt;/div&gt;
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ayam percik in process~&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
after 3 weeks at home, i&#39;m back to japan again,,&lt;br /&gt;
juniors already came and we, the seniors here not really busy managing them,,&lt;br /&gt;
the reality is seniors taktahu nak buat apa sebenarnye,,&lt;br /&gt;
kesian kat junior2 tu kalau ada apa2 yang kurang,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
new semester&#39;s present for myself is a 26 inch tv,,&lt;br /&gt;
sighing and glad at one same time,,&lt;br /&gt;
dont know how will i survive this semester with all these addictive things,,,&lt;br /&gt;
laptop sebijik pun study dah tak tahu pergi mane,,,&lt;br /&gt;
ni tambah tv lagi,, haaaiiiiihhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;
usaha3333333!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it&#39;s april and sakura bloom is coming soon,,,&lt;br /&gt;
cant wait for the hanami or sakura viewing here,,&lt;br /&gt;
also waitong for anybody to arrange one around here,,, sebab aku tak suka manage any event, sebab aku tak suka bila anything jadi bukan dalam perancangan aku,, okay,, aku selfish..hehee&lt;br /&gt;
ask me to do anything, but not arranging any event,, sebab nanti korang sakit telinga nak dengar aku bebel,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
one thing that keep me worrying is the research lab that i need to go this semester,,&lt;br /&gt;
seriously i dont have any idea what kind of research is been conducted there,,&lt;br /&gt;
got thesis that need to be read but malaslah nak baca thesis in japanese,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
lastly may i get through this semester nicely,,&lt;br /&gt;
need to mingle with the labmates also,,,&lt;br /&gt;
goodluck myself~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
wassalam,,</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/3674043365192300112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/3674043365192300112?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/3674043365192300112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/3674043365192300112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2012/04/back-to-sakura-land.html' title='back to sakura land~'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-1069075838297542924</id><published>2012-03-01T13:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T13:27:16.303+09:00</updated><title type='text'>my way of thinking~</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
masa kecik2, budak2, masa tengah belajar lagi aku rasa mostly manusia ni still innocent,,&lt;br /&gt;
percaya yang mereka boleh buat benda yang betul, the right thing buat selama-lamanya dalam hidup mereka.&lt;br /&gt;
mereka percaya yang dunia ni boleh bersih, negara mereka boleh di perintah dengan kuasa yang tak korup,,&lt;br /&gt;
mereka percaya yang mereka tak boleh buat benda salah, sebab nanti ramai orang akan susah,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
aku percaya yang dalam diri setiap manusia ni dari kecik mereka fikir benda yang elok je,,*nakal xtermasuk&lt;br /&gt;
apa ingat budak2 saje ke nak maen bola dan sepak bola tu kat tingkap rumah jiran?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
tapi bila besar, bila da kerja, fikiran manusia ni mula untuk korup,,&lt;br /&gt;
mereka mula mementingkan diri sendiri,,&lt;br /&gt;
sebab bila manusia ni makin dewasa, sepatutnya mereka lagi pandai berfikir, sebab akal mereka dah develop kan, tapi, akal mereka develop ke arah lain,,&lt;br /&gt;
apa ingat menteri yang korup tu dari sekolah lagi duk fikir nak songlap duit rakyat ke?&lt;br /&gt;
memang tak lah,, mana tahu, dulu masa dia sekolah dia fikir nak jadi menteri yang boleh ubah kerajaan ke arah yang lagi elok, tapi bila mula kerja, fikiran mereka mula korup,,&lt;br /&gt;
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sebab aku terfikir,,&lt;br /&gt;
dalam kelas ethics, senang je nak jawab like i will not do anything yang x betul, macam terima rasuah etc.&lt;br /&gt;
but, in reality, aku juga terfikir, mampu ke aku nak jadi tak korup?&lt;br /&gt;
mampu ke aku nak buat apa yang aku cakap masa dalam kelas tu?&lt;br /&gt;
mampu ke aku nak buat kerja yang setimpal dengan gaji aku nanti?&lt;br /&gt;
mampu ke aku untuk tak ambil kesempatan untung ponteng ke?&lt;br /&gt;
banyak benda yang aku rasa aku tak mampu nak buat..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sekarang aku boleh la cakap macam ni,&lt;br /&gt;
sebab tak start kerja apa semua..&lt;br /&gt;
risau dengan masa depan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
fitrah manusia ialah suci,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi selalunya manusia ni tersesat masa nak cari jalan untuk kembali kepada fitrah,,&lt;br /&gt;
sebab tu macam2 jadi sekarang,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so, dont be lost &amp;nbsp;in your way to back to fitrah..&lt;br /&gt;
i believe there&#39;s still a good thing, even a slightest bit in every people&#39;s heart&lt;br /&gt;
i do believe that 1 day the best will win,,&lt;br /&gt;
yang baik itu pasti akan menang satu hari nanti,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
last but not least, tidak lengkap iman seseorang itu selagi dia tidak diuji..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/1069075838297542924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/1069075838297542924?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/1069075838297542924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/1069075838297542924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2012/03/my-way-of-thinking.html' title='my way of thinking~'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-2066008833732380466</id><published>2012-02-26T22:03:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T22:03:21.780+09:00</updated><title type='text'>optimistic~</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
how would you react if you know that you have a sickness that unlikely people will have?&lt;br /&gt;
like 2 from 100 people only will have that disease..&lt;br /&gt;
but, not a fatal disease,, it&#39;s just a rare one,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
shock enough,&lt;br /&gt;
and a bit lonely i guess,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so, sekarang ni dunia tanpa sempadan kan,,&lt;br /&gt;
gunakanlah kemudahan untuk kebaikan diri sendiri~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
wassalam,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
p/s: random enough,,thought of writing a long one but maybe next time~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/2066008833732380466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/2066008833732380466?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/2066008833732380466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/2066008833732380466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2012/02/optimistic.html' title='optimistic~'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-3315137084977647559</id><published>2012-02-24T23:54:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T23:54:40.070+09:00</updated><title type='text'>punctual</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ada orang suka tak bila dia janji dengan seseorang lepas tu orang tu datang lewat?&lt;br /&gt;
dan semestinya orang akan gembira bila orang tu datang tepat pada masa, kan?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
manusia ni sama je semua,,&lt;br /&gt;
contohnya kan, seorang pelajar, mesti dia akan tepati masa bila nak masuk kelas,&lt;br /&gt;
sama juga bila orang nak pergi interview kerja, ataupun kalau ada mesyuarat dengan klien,,,&lt;br /&gt;
semua orang kalau boleh nak datang tepat pada masa,&lt;br /&gt;
kalau tak pun akan datang awal bila orang yang dah dibuat janji tu adalah orang penting,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
tapi kan, kita sedar tak yang kita ada janji dengan Dia yang lebih penting dari semua orang yang ada atas muka bumi ni 5 kali sehari?&lt;br /&gt;
tapi, berapa kali sangat kita tepati masa dengan Dia?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
wassalam~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
p/s: aku sendiri selalu lalai~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/3315137084977647559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/3315137084977647559?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/3315137084977647559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/3315137084977647559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2012/02/punctual.html' title='punctual'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-1617494985579814395</id><published>2012-02-16T01:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T01:26:42.025+09:00</updated><title type='text'>decide the undecided~</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
since yesterday&#39;s evening i got this unsettling feeling, my mind full of things that i dont know what am i thinking about,,,&lt;br /&gt;
i cant concentrate, sampai kan masa solat pon aku distracted gile2, bkn berangan tapi macam ada something yang tengah maen2 dalam fikiran aku,,,&lt;br /&gt;
and then aku tengok cerita pon, yes aku gelak bile part lawak but after that that unsettling feeling datang balik,,&lt;br /&gt;
kejap je part lawak tu boleh tarik aku dari perasaan tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sampai la ke subuh aku tak tidur,,&lt;br /&gt;
mata tengok cerita, mulut gelak, but sometime fikiran aku tak tenang, perasaan kosong,,&lt;br /&gt;
so, after subuh tu mengadu dekat Dia, nangis2 kejap, and then i made a decision,,,&lt;br /&gt;
i need to get out from this house, i need to clear up my mind,,&lt;br /&gt;
so, there are 3 choices, osaka, korea or malaysia,,&lt;br /&gt;
since melancong memerlukan banyak duit, i choose malaysia, my home country,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so, insyaAllah kalau ada rezeki, ada umur lagi, i&#39;ll be home(read malaysia) in march,,&lt;br /&gt;
and not yet telling my parents about this,,&lt;br /&gt;
and the ticket is not yet been bought since air asia sangat lah busy dengan promotion2 sampai jam gile2...&lt;br /&gt;
so, pray for the best, mintak2 tiket tu sempat dibeli dengan harga yg murah,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but still the unsettling feeling is lingering around,,&lt;br /&gt;
dont know why and my mind still confused with things that i dont know how they get in my head,,,&lt;br /&gt;
really want to melancong tapi bajet tight la,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and sorry to those at malaysia,&lt;br /&gt;
because kalau aku balik mac nanti takde souvenir tggu korang,,,&lt;br /&gt;
sebab aku decide mendadak je nak balik ni and tak sempat bajet nak beli souvenir banyak,,&lt;br /&gt;
setakat jajan and coklat boleh la kot,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
insyaAllah segala berjalan lancar,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
wassalam,,</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/1617494985579814395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/1617494985579814395?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/1617494985579814395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/1617494985579814395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2012/02/decide-undecided.html' title='decide the undecided~'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-17588379381969524</id><published>2012-02-11T18:47:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T18:47:36.484+09:00</updated><title type='text'>update cerita~</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum,,&lt;br /&gt;
update ekspress kali ni,,&lt;br /&gt;
just nak tulis yang adek 2nd last aku tak jadi operate hari tu sebab ye demam,,&lt;br /&gt;
so, operation tunda bulan 5,,&lt;br /&gt;
the next day yg suppose to operate tu my last sister saket2 perut,, tak tahu ape tak kena,,&lt;br /&gt;
siap bawak pergi klinik lagi,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
may everything and everybody be safe,,&lt;br /&gt;
Ya Allah, kau lindungilah keluarga aku dari sebarang bencana,&lt;br /&gt;
Kau rahmatilah hidup kami, Kau berkatilah hidup kami Ya Allah,,&lt;br /&gt;
amin ya rabbal alamin,,&lt;br /&gt;
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wassalam~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/17588379381969524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/17588379381969524?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/17588379381969524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/17588379381969524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2012/02/update-cerita.html' title='update cerita~'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-977954405059935971</id><published>2012-02-02T06:00:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T06:00:52.734+09:00</updated><title type='text'>little girls</title><content type='html'>mode: missing my little sisters&#39; celoteh,,,&lt;br /&gt;
missing their eagerness to talk to me biarpon kene ulang 2,3 kali sampai fed up sebab aku tak paham,,&lt;br /&gt;
hari tu mase kol masing2 tak nak cakap,,,&lt;br /&gt;
yang kecik takde mood nak cakap, kalau tak laju je rebut telefon,,&lt;br /&gt;
yang besar sikit tgh demam mungkin sebab risau nak kene operate,,&lt;br /&gt;
tak ramai tahu, but my second last sister dijadualkan untuk operation jantung 30hb januari lepas,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku pon tak sure dah operate ke belum since aku tak kol rumah lagi drp 29 hb tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
my little sis mesti risau nak kene operate sebab tu sampai demam muntah2,,,&lt;br /&gt;
emosi dia mesti tak stabil sebab aku tahu mesti adik2 aku yang nakal tu suka provok ye dgn operation tu,,&lt;br /&gt;
budak2 nakal, cam tu la,,,&lt;br /&gt;
kalau ada apa2 operation mesti laju je nak nyakat,,,&lt;br /&gt;
mesti emosi my lil sis terganggu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi takpe, kakak tahu adik kuat kan,, macam kakak,,,&lt;br /&gt;
insyaAllah adik mesti elok2 je,,&lt;br /&gt;
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dari lahir dulu2 lagi memang adik aku yang sorang ni ada asma,,,&lt;br /&gt;
dari baby lagi dah kerap ulang alik pergi hospital check-up, ambil ubat semua,,,&lt;br /&gt;
2,3 tahun lepas doktor baru start bagi inhaler,,&lt;br /&gt;
ada 2 jenis kot yang adik aku kena inhale tiap2 hari,,&lt;br /&gt;
bila dah besar sikit nampak okay, takde lah selalu sangat lelah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi adik aku yang tu kurus lah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
taktahu la sbb asma ke memang family aku ni kalau time budak2 kurus keding je sorang2,,,&lt;br /&gt;
n then awal tahun ni pg check up, doc ckp dkt jantung dia ada lubang kecik,,&lt;br /&gt;
so, kene operate utk ttup lubang tu,,,dlm bahasa senang nye la kan,,&lt;br /&gt;
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yang aku pernah belajar, jantung berlubang ni, bukan jantung tu berlubang tembus dari depan ke belakang,,&lt;br /&gt;
jantung ada 4 compartment kan, right and left atrium, right and left ventricle,,&lt;br /&gt;
yang diistilahkan dengan berlubang tu ialah from left/ right atrium to left/right ventricle suppose to darah mengalir melalui valve but ada berlaku kebocoran mana2 so, darah tak 100% boleh dipam ke seluruh badan,,&lt;br /&gt;
menyebabkan kekurangan oksigen yang dibawa ke sel2 tubuh, so, jadi la asma one of the effect..&lt;br /&gt;
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aku surely lah risau,, sebab operate jantung tu,,,,&lt;br /&gt;
biarpon lubang tu kecik ke besar ke, still jantung yang di operate,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi aku risau macam mana pon, bukan nya aku boleh tolong pon,,&lt;br /&gt;
so, instead of aku risau tak bertempat, menangis2, lepas tu homesick tapi tak boleh balik,, baik aku berdoa je kat Allah supaya segalanya berjalan lancar,,&lt;br /&gt;
kalau takdir Allah tulis operation tu berjaya maka berjayalah operation tu, kalau sebaliknya sekalipun, siapa aku nak lawan takdir Allah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
lagipun kalau lah betul dah sampai ajal dia, alhamdulillah sebab die kanak2 lagi,, direct masuk syurga,,,,&lt;br /&gt;
so, aku yang duk jauh ni, boleh doa n tawakkal je la,,&lt;br /&gt;
bukan nye aku doktor yang nk kene operate kan pon,, memang takde benda laen dah aku boleh buat,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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insyaAllah segala berjalan lancar,, nanti i can hear her voice again,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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dah dekat setahun aku tak tengok rupa family aku,,,&lt;br /&gt;
kalau orang tanya aku rindu ke tak,, memanglah aku rindu,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi tak payah nak tunjuk sangat lah, sebab, takde apa jadi pon kalau tunjuk sangat,,&lt;br /&gt;
memang takde la orang nak tlg bayarkan tiket flight balik malaysia,,,hehehe&lt;br /&gt;
so, as long as i know that my family is still in my heart, that&#39;s enough,,&lt;br /&gt;
at least aku rasa yang aku ingat kat family aku,,&lt;br /&gt;
kalau dah tak rasa tu, taktahu r nak ckap hati keras ke apa,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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long time no writing ye cik blog,,,&lt;br /&gt;
sorry sebab taktaw nak tulis ape before ni,,:))&lt;br /&gt;
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this time aku nak korek memori2 aku dengan mak aku pulak,,&lt;br /&gt;
dulu ake pernah cakap yang aku tak ada lah rapat gile kamceng segala dengan family aku,,&lt;br /&gt;
n then aku tahu mak bapak aku ada anak 9 orang, so kalau nak adil n saksama tu rasanya memang jarang lah,,&lt;br /&gt;
as aku antara anak yang awal2, memang kena banyak mengalah la,,&lt;br /&gt;
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memori yang aku still ingat start dari waktu aku tadika,,&lt;br /&gt;
pagi2 mak aku hantar pergi tadika,,&lt;br /&gt;
tak jauh pun jarak rumah aku dengan tadika tu,, 1 km je kot,,&lt;br /&gt;
rasanya selalu je aku jadi orang terakhir yang masuk tadika tu sebelum cikgu start mengajar,,&lt;br /&gt;
n cikgu tadika tu sampai sekarang still mengajar dekat tadika yang sama,&lt;br /&gt;
dan kitorang adek beradek 9 orang sume pernah pergi tadika yang sama,,&lt;br /&gt;
kakak aku setahun, aku 2 tahun, n then adek2 aku setahun je kot, lepas tu sume masuk pra dekat sekolah rendah termasuk kakak aku,, aku je yang tak pernah masuk pra sekolah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
pagi2 before pergi lepas siap pakai uniform merah kotak2 tu mak aku akan ikat tocang rambut aku, lepas tu baru pergi tadika,,&lt;br /&gt;
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masuk darjah satu, aku lupa mak or ayah aku yang datang daftar,, n then aku lupa jugak macam mane aku pergi sekolah hari2,,&lt;br /&gt;
naik basikal kot,, dengan kakak aku,,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi yang aku ingat masa sekolah rendah, before pergi sekolah, masa dah naik basikal ni, mak aku mesti cakap&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;&#39;bismillahitawakkaltualallah.....&#39;&#39; n then kitorang adek beradek akan sambung &#39;&#39;walahaulawalaquwwataillabillah...&#39;&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
everyday, without a miss, mak akan cakap macam tu,,, sampai satu tahap bila kitorang da hafal da doa tu, tapi still mak akan baca juga as starting,,,, n then baru kitorang kayuh basikal pergi sekolah,,&lt;br /&gt;
dulu time sekolah rendah selalu bawak bekal pergi sekolah,,&lt;br /&gt;
n then pagi2 time nak mandi tu mak tanye, hari nak bawak telur ap?( read: telur masak apa)&lt;br /&gt;
lepas tu masing2 sebut lah nak telur cincang ke, telur mata kerbau ke, apa2 la,,&lt;br /&gt;
since kami ni budak2 lagi, takde la nak mintak telur bistik ke apa,,&lt;br /&gt;
selalunya kitorang bawak bekal nasi, telur goreng n kicap je kot,,&lt;br /&gt;
simple je,,,&lt;br /&gt;
pastu bekal air mesti air teh,,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku dulu air teh tu kan, aku suka goncang2 bagi ye berbuih n then minum,,,&lt;br /&gt;
taktaw ape yang kimochi sangat bile minum air teh berbuih masa tuh,,,&lt;br /&gt;
yang jadi penyebab nya, kan masa naik basikal otw pergi sekolah tu, kayuh2 basikal mesti bergegar-gegar kan, n then bile sampai sekolah aku tgk air teh tu da berbuih,, nampak macam seronok, so, aku goncang lah sampai berbuih banyak n then minum,,, lawak pulak kalau ingat balik,,&lt;br /&gt;
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aku ingat lagi jugak, pagi2 before sarapan tu kena mengaji dulu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
siap mandi, pakai baju sekolah, solat subuh, mengaji baru makan,,&lt;br /&gt;
mak aku tgh2 masak tu ajar mengaji,,, kitorang kena la buka muqaddam biar pon mak tengah hadap kuali atas dapur,,,&lt;br /&gt;
lepas tu baru sarapan,, n then pergi sekolah,,&lt;br /&gt;
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selalu lepas mak solat maghrib kitorang akan berebut nak salam dengan mak,, lepas tu mak akan usap kepala sorang2 and sebut &#39;&#39;biar jadi anak yang soleh.....&#39;&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
waktu tu budak2 mana paham kan,,, sekarang bila ingat balik, sayu rasa,,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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masa kecik2 mesti la mak suap makan nasi kan,,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku pon sama, aku suka makan nasi bila mak aku suap,suap pakai tangan taw bukan sudu,, rasa nasi tu lain, rasa sedap sangat,,,&lt;br /&gt;
selalu mak aku suap bukan sorang,, beza umur kitorang 2,3 tahun je,,&lt;br /&gt;
time mak aku makan nasi, datang la lepas sorang sorang minta mak suap,,&lt;br /&gt;
biarpon before mak aku makan tu mak tanya je sape nak makan nasi tapi takde orang menyahut pun,,&lt;br /&gt;
masa mak makan tu la sume datang ngendeng2 mintak suap lepas tu lari2 pergi main, lepas tu datang balik minta suap,,,&lt;br /&gt;
sampai aku naik sekolah rendah pon aku still makan mak aku suap,, kadang2 la,,,&lt;br /&gt;
kadang2 bila tengok mak aku makan nasi, terliur pas tu malas nak pergi dapur amik sendiri, mintak suap la,,,&lt;br /&gt;
last time aku makan mak aku suap masa aku sekolah menengah,, tak ingat tingkatan berapa, tapi yang aku ingat masa tu aku balik cuti la,, form 3 form 4 kot,,, still rasa sedap biarpon rasa kekok gak sebenarnya,,&lt;br /&gt;
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masa sekolah menengah time nak exam mesti kol rumah,,&lt;br /&gt;
time tu pesan mak tiap2 kali kol mesti,,selawat banyak2, baca surah alam nasyrah, solat hajat,,,&lt;br /&gt;
kalo tiap2 hari aku kol pon mesti mak cakap benda sama,, every year sampai sekarang,,,&lt;br /&gt;
alhamdulillah, aku ikut cakap mak, setakat ni aku tak pernah blank masa jawab exam,, kalau taktahu tu memang sah2 aku tak pernah study or aku study main2 je pasal tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
surah alam nasyrah tu utk lapangkan hati,,, nasyrah tu maksud die lapang kan,,,&lt;br /&gt;
selawat banyak2 supaya tak blank dan hati tenang,,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi lastly semua tu kehendak Allah jua,, kita usaha setakat mana kita mampu, kita tawakkal juga masa usaha tu, insyaAllah dengan izin Allah semua boleh berjalan lancar,,&lt;br /&gt;
result tu terpulang lah, yang mana Allah rasa elok untuk kita yang tu lah yang Dia bagi,,&lt;br /&gt;
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memori yang special dengan mak pun tak banyak,,&lt;br /&gt;
family kitorang mana ada buat keluar shopping 1 family ke family day ke, spend masa sama2 ke,,&lt;br /&gt;
no, takde perkara seumpama itu,,&lt;br /&gt;
ayah aku selalu busy,, dan kadang2 mak aku pun busy gak, biarpun fulltime housewife,, kadang2 mak aku pergi tolong ayah aku kat sawah, kadang2 mak tolong jual hasil sayur pakcik makcik sebelah rumah, kadang2 mak tolong isi gula2 dalam peket kecik2 utk peniaga2,, macam2 kerja jugak mak aku pernah buat,,&lt;br /&gt;
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dulu masa kitorang bela itik, banyak, ratus2 ekor, pagi2 mak aku pergi kutip telur itik, lepas tu kena basuh n then kene ayak abu untuk buat telur masin, lepas tu kena buat telur masin la,,, berbesen2 kot mak buat,, selalu time adek2 sume dah tido, mak pergi dapur buat telur masin,, kadang2 kalau aku rajin, pergi jugak tolong,,&lt;br /&gt;
cara2 nak buat telur masin tu, before tu kena ada paste untuk balut telur tu la kan, kalau dulu mak aku gaul je abu dengan garam kasar dengan air,,, garam kasar tu kene tumbuk dulu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
1) ambil telur yang dah kering, balut dengan paste abu tu&lt;br /&gt;
2) n then tanak bagi melekat golek2 la telur yang da dibalut tu dalam abu kering,, lepas tu baru susun dalam besen,,&lt;br /&gt;
selalunya mak bagi buat, takde dalam nombor kat atas tu,&lt;br /&gt;
mak suruh letak telur yang da kering tu dalam besen paste abu tu je,,&lt;br /&gt;
sebab takut anak2 dia ni loqlaq, tanak bagi telur pecah sia2,,&lt;br /&gt;
yang tak tahan, kat dapur tu banyak nyamuk, biarpon dah pasang ubat nyamuk,, tu yang kalau tolong pon mesti kejap je sebab tak tahan ngan nyamuk,,,&lt;br /&gt;
kadang2 tengah mak buat telur masin tu mak panggil suruh pukul nyamuk kat mana2,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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habis musim bela itik,, sebab bile musim hujam itik cepat sakit,, last2 skali sume itik tu dijual dan banyak yang mati,,&lt;br /&gt;
belakang rumah kitorang ada pokok kekabu,, banyak,,,,, berpokok-pokok la banyak nya,,&lt;br /&gt;
sampai musim kekabu, sibuk mak mintak ayah kaitkan kekabu tu pulak,,&lt;br /&gt;
petang2 busy dok usung dengan kereta tolak, punggah bawak masuk rumah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
dari petang sampai malam kerja mak perisi kekabu tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
kadang2 datang jiran borak2, tolong buatkan sama,,,&lt;br /&gt;
kadang2 kitorang tolong ketuk2 untuk buka buah kekabu tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
sebab kalau kitorang perisi mesti still ada biji2 kekabu tu yang tertinggal,,,&lt;br /&gt;
lepas dah siap 1 guni, kene jemur,, bagi kekabu tu kering,,,&lt;br /&gt;
baru sedap nak buat tidur,,,&lt;br /&gt;
nak siapkan 1 guni tu buka boleh sehari,, berhari2,,,&lt;br /&gt;
mak ambil upah buat bantal jugak,, toto pon ada jugak,,&lt;br /&gt;
kadang2 bila orang datang tanya boleh buat bantal lagi ke tak, kadang2 bukan mak taknak buat tapi mak tahu memang tak sempat nak buat, so terpaksa tolak,,,&lt;br /&gt;
yang aku ingat dulu harga kekabu tu 1 kg rm10,,&lt;br /&gt;
dulu rasa mahal,, tapi bila ingat balik macam mana nak dapat 1kg kekabu tu, rasa macam tak berbaloi,,,&lt;br /&gt;
bayangkan kalau sebiji kekabu tu dapat dalam 2 genggam kekabu basah yang aku anggar dalam 50g, tu masa kekabu muda, basah lagi, bayangkan kalau 2 genggam tu kering berapa gram sangat berat ye,, 5g pon tak sampai,,,&lt;br /&gt;
so, kiralah nak dapat 1kg kekabu tu dekat beratus biji kekabu kot,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku yang buat 2,3 ketul pon jari rasa lain dah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
memang terbersin-bersin la mak buat kekabu tu,,&lt;br /&gt;
yang seronok nye, dekat rumah kitorang semua pakai bantal kekabu,,&lt;br /&gt;
takde pon bantal beli kat kedai,,,semua mak buat,,,&lt;br /&gt;
kitorang semua ada bantak feveret masing2,, asal nak tidor je mesti cari bantal sendiri,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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habis musim kekabu,, ada 1 tahun tu entah macam mana boleh mak aku rajin nak menanam,,&lt;br /&gt;
petang2 dah pergi cangkul tanah buat batas,, lepas tu tanam jagung, lada, sayur2 la,,&lt;br /&gt;
lepas tu petang2 pergi siram tanam2an tu,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi takpe sebab adek lelaki ak yang sulung tu rajin berkebun,,,&lt;br /&gt;
depan rumah tu rajin je die pergi buat batas tanam macam2 la,,,&lt;br /&gt;
die rajin nak tanam die rajin nak jaga nak siram takpe la,,,bila dah masak, mak aku tolong pergi jual,,&lt;br /&gt;
yang bagusnya mak aku ni, duit hasil jualan tu mak bagi dekat adek2, sape yang jaga, yang siram,, siap dah cop dah pokok sape tanam kat mana,,,&lt;br /&gt;
kadang2 duit tu mak buat beli buat limau, makan ramai2,,,,&lt;br /&gt;
biarpon nak beli benih dulu pon pakai duit mak jugak,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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masa awal2 beli peti sejuk dulu, mak buat aiskrim,, niat di hati nak jual tapi bila yang kitorang anak2 dia ni yang makan banyak, memang untung tak kemana la,,&lt;br /&gt;
masa aku kecik dulu aku tak kenal peti sejuk camne, mesin basuh camne,,,,&lt;br /&gt;
telefon rumah ayah pasang masa aku form1&lt;br /&gt;
peti ais ayah beli masa aku form 2 kot( tapi masa aku sekolah menengah la)&lt;br /&gt;
mesin basuh ayah beli masa form 3 or form 4&lt;br /&gt;
katil 2 tingkat dalam bilik aku ayah beli masa aku darjah 5 kot&lt;br /&gt;
kipas stand masa darjah 5 kot,, 1 batch ngan katil kalo tak silap,,&lt;br /&gt;
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so, boleh bayang la macam mana susah hidup kitorang,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi yang aku yakin, kitorang adik beradik tak pernah berlapar walaupun setengah hari,,&lt;br /&gt;
sampai sekarang aku still rasa amazed macam mana parents aku boleh manage sampai macam tu,,&lt;br /&gt;
sedangkan ayah aku bukan dapat gaji bulan2,,&lt;br /&gt;
padi masak sekali setahun je, time padi masak je ayah aku dapat duit,,,&lt;br /&gt;
seriously aku rasa bangga sangat dengan mak ayah aku,,&lt;br /&gt;
sampai sekarang aku tak tahu macam mana ayah aku boleh tanggung kitorang adek-beradek hari2,,,&lt;br /&gt;
betullah, rezeki Allah,, siapa kita nak persoalkan,,&lt;br /&gt;
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aku kategorikan family aku as miskin la dari segi harta,,&lt;br /&gt;
mana mampu nak pergi jalan2 makan angin,,&lt;br /&gt;
sebab tu kalau ada lawatan kat sekolah dulu2, mak ayah aku bagi pergi sebab mak ayah tahu, mereka takkan mampu nak bawak kitorang jalan2 makan angin,,,&lt;br /&gt;
before kahwin dulu memang ayah aku banyak merantau, negeri mana je die tak sampai,,, sabah sarawak je la kot,, yang semenanjung ni aku rasa ayah aku dah pernah pergi dah kot,,&lt;br /&gt;
sebab tu kalau cakap kat mane2 pon ayah tahu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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kalau nak banding family aku dengan family kawan2 aku masa sekolah menengah, masa kat JAD, memang takdelah yang macam family aku,,,&lt;br /&gt;
yup, aku datang from kampung, from a poor family,so, awal2 masa pergi uniten, masuk JAD banyak benda yang aku jakun kot,,&lt;br /&gt;
and then sebab kejakunan aku tu lah, aku nyaris tersesat dalam hidup ni,,,&lt;br /&gt;
macam2 benda aku rasa nak cuba sampai aku terlupa diri aku,,, sampai aku ikut nafsu, bukan ikut akal,,,&lt;br /&gt;
banyak benda jadi,, banyak benda aku lalui, banyak orang aku jumpa,,,&lt;br /&gt;
but lastly aku kena sedar aku datang dari mana, apa harapan mak ayah aku,,,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku pernah lupa semua tu gara2 terlalu ikut nafsu,,, gara2 culture shock,,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku lost dalam dunia aku,,,&lt;br /&gt;
the period of jahiliyah,, zaman2 aku jahil,,,sebab bila aku jauh dari family aku, takde sape yang nak kawal aku, jaga aku, aku lost,, aku hilang kawalan atas diri aku sendiri,, sekarang bila aku fikir, baru aku tahu betapa jahil nya aku waktu2 tu,,, betapa dangkal nya ilmu yang aku ada,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so, now and for the future i hope i wont kembali kepada zaman jahiliyah tu semula,,&lt;br /&gt;
dan aku berdoa agar diri aku lebih baik dari hari ke hari,,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku harap aku tak kecewakan mak ayah aku lagi,, amiin,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
p/s:: i miss when my family call me &#39;ya&#39;,, i feel like i&#39;m still my parents little girl, tak terbeban, takde tanggungjawab,,,</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/1048789940634516615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/1048789940634516615?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/1048789940634516615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/1048789940634516615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2012/02/deep-inside-memories.html' title='deep inside the memories'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-6633965558463528718</id><published>2012-01-16T23:20:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:20:13.091+09:00</updated><title type='text'>kosong~</title><content type='html'>empty&lt;br /&gt;
blank&lt;br /&gt;
no feeling&lt;br /&gt;
no thinking&lt;br /&gt;
no hope&lt;br /&gt;
nothing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/6633965558463528718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/6633965558463528718?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/6633965558463528718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/6633965558463528718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2012/01/kosong.html' title='kosong~'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-8651749135979894725</id><published>2012-01-09T20:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:07:16.108+09:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of life~</title><content type='html'>sesungguhnya bicaraku bukanlah bicara berhemah&lt;br /&gt;
oleh itu, lebih elok bagi aku untuk berdiam diri&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
aku suka perhatikan orang,&lt;br /&gt;
perhatikan keadaan sekeliling,&lt;br /&gt;
kadang2 aku nak sangat cakap sesuatu tapi keadaan tak mengizinkan&lt;br /&gt;
dan ada hikmah nya aku tak melontarkan kata2 tersebut,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ada masanya saat ada dua pihak yang tak serasi bersama,&lt;br /&gt;
aku ingin jadi pendamai,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi aku bimbang aku akan menambahkan kerosakan&lt;br /&gt;
aku hanya buat perkara yang aku rasa perlu sahaja&lt;br /&gt;
sesungguhnya aku lemah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
aku cuba bersihkan hati ini dari sebarang noda,&lt;br /&gt;
dari sebarang hasad, dendam, takbur&lt;br /&gt;
tapi adakala aku tewas dengan nafsu sendiri&lt;br /&gt;
aku tewas bila aku rasa aku lebih baik dari orang lain&lt;br /&gt;
aku tewas bila aku cemburu dengan kelebihan orang lain &lt;br /&gt;
sesungguhnya iman ku lebih tipis dari kulit bawang&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sesungguhnya hidup dengan hati yang bersih&lt;br /&gt;
hidup tanpa perlu berdendam&lt;br /&gt;
hidup tanpa prejudis&lt;br /&gt;
sesungguhnya hidup itu lebih tenang, lebih aman,&lt;br /&gt;
mampukah aku untuk mengecapi hidup itu?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/8651749135979894725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/8651749135979894725?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/8651749135979894725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/8651749135979894725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2012/01/art-of-life.html' title='the art of life~'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-7787874965436591542</id><published>2012-01-01T05:33:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T05:34:44.552+09:00</updated><title type='text'>first january two thousand twelve</title><content type='html'>assalamua&#39;laikum &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
first entry for 2012,,&lt;br /&gt;
moga tahun ni memberi lebih makna kepada hidup aku, diri aku&lt;br /&gt;
moga tahun ni aku boleh jadi lebih baik dari tahun lepas,,&lt;br /&gt;
moga esok, aku akan jadi better from today,&lt;br /&gt;
tu je harapan aku sekarang,&lt;br /&gt;
harapan sekarang and harapan aku masa akan datang&lt;br /&gt;
moga diri ini istiqamah sentiasa,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
hoping for a change&lt;br /&gt;
and i hope there is someone who can guide me&lt;br /&gt;
and i need to find that someone la,,&lt;br /&gt;
nak sesuatu kenalah usaha sendiri di samping berdoa kepada Allah&lt;br /&gt;
and then baru tawakkal kepada Allah,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
what was done is done&lt;br /&gt;
u just can move forward&lt;br /&gt;
and remember what u had done&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ya Allah ya tuhanku&lt;br /&gt;
yang maha pemurah lagi maha mengasihani&lt;br /&gt;
sesungguhnya kepadaMu aku berserah kepadaMu aku meminta perlindungan&lt;br /&gt;
Kau tetapkanlah hidayahMu dalam hati ku&lt;br /&gt;
Kau berilah aku petunjuk ke arah kebenaran&lt;br /&gt;
jika ada aku tersasar, maka Kau berilah petunjuk kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;
sesungguhnya aku hamba Mu yang lemah dan tidak berkemampuan&lt;br /&gt;
amin ya rabbal a&#39;lamin&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
moga hari esok lebih baik untuk ku, untuk agamaMu&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
wassalam&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/7787874965436591542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/7787874965436591542?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/7787874965436591542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/7787874965436591542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-january-two-thousand-twelve.html' title='first january two thousand twelve'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-7421333531457600634</id><published>2011-12-29T20:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:28:19.283+09:00</updated><title type='text'>the fear</title><content type='html'>in need for someone to guide me to the true path&lt;br /&gt;
i&#39;m lost right now&lt;br /&gt;
and i&#39;m afraid if i choose the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;
i know nothing about me&lt;br /&gt;
i know nothing about my surrounding&lt;br /&gt;
i dont know my destination&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i need someone to guide me&lt;br /&gt;
i am lost by myself&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;
deep down my heart~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/7421333531457600634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/7421333531457600634?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/7421333531457600634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/7421333531457600634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2011/12/fear.html' title='the fear'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-7312449698987036862</id><published>2011-12-28T11:30:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T11:30:46.807+09:00</updated><title type='text'>say that~</title><content type='html'>i am too proud to confess again&lt;br /&gt;
it is enough that one time i put down my own pride just to let you know&lt;br /&gt;
i wont do it again just for your arrogance&lt;br /&gt;
say that i&#39;m arrogant and i dont care&lt;br /&gt;
i am too proud to embarrass myself again</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/7312449698987036862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/7312449698987036862?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/7312449698987036862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/7312449698987036862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2011/12/say-that.html' title='say that~'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-6200048548298722683</id><published>2011-12-21T21:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T21:18:34.682+09:00</updated><title type='text'>empty</title><content type='html'>i feel empty,,&lt;br /&gt;
try to fill the emptiness but it still feels empty&lt;br /&gt;
what does it want?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/6200048548298722683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/6200048548298722683?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/6200048548298722683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/6200048548298722683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2011/12/empty.html' title='empty'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-7056574190781886685</id><published>2011-12-17T01:13:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T01:13:36.348+09:00</updated><title type='text'>my dad</title><content type='html'>assalamua&#39;laikum,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the second entry for tongight,,&lt;br /&gt;
malam ni terlebih rajin pulak buka blog ni,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
story of memories that i have with my father,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ni ikut kronoologi la,,&lt;br /&gt;
time kecik2 before tadika or tadika kot,,&lt;br /&gt;
i remember my dad likes to tickle me,,&lt;br /&gt;
selalu je dia peluk aku ( baca: pegang tak bagi aku lari ) and gesel2kan janggut dia kat pipi aku,,&lt;br /&gt;
takpon dia akan geletek tapak kaki aku,,&lt;br /&gt;
and because of that aku tak geli kat tapak kaki sekarang,,,hehe&lt;br /&gt;
and dulu2 aku and kakak aku tido ngan ayah aku( read: aku and kakak aku tido atas katil and ayah aku tido kat bawah tapi dalam satu ruang yang sama)&lt;br /&gt;
pastu time aku baru je ada adek 2,3 orang, masa tu ayah aku ada sebuah lori,,&lt;br /&gt;
ayah aku is a petani tanam padi for my uncle next door,,&lt;br /&gt;
and lori tu guna time kalau tuai padi nanti ayah aku mesti busy2 pg sawah angkut padi yang dah dituai tu bawak pergi bernas kot,,,lupa dah,,&lt;br /&gt;
and then lori tu jugak guna bila pakcik aku mintak tolong beli minyak untuk mesin tenggala,,&lt;br /&gt;
just a few of people who know about things like this kan,,&lt;br /&gt;
and aku bangga sebab tu,,&lt;br /&gt;
setiap kali ayah aku nak pergi beli minyak tu kami adik-beradik ikut la sekali,,,&lt;br /&gt;
selalu trip tu waktu malam,,&lt;br /&gt;
yela, siang ayah aku busy kat sawah kot,,,&lt;br /&gt;
and then on the way nak pergi stesen minyak tu akan lalu satu rumah yang time tu budak2 kat kampung aku panggil tu rumah berhantu,, sebab takde orang tinggal kat situ and penuh semak samun rumah tu,,&lt;br /&gt;
seriously, menakutkan,,,&lt;br /&gt;
actually kalau nak pg sekolah dulu pon boleh lalu situ tappi kitorang adik beradik semua tak lalu situ,, semua ikut jalan lain,, penakut punya pasal tapi bagi alasan bahaya sebab kena lalu jalan besar,,,hehe&lt;br /&gt;
back to story,, masa lalu rumah tu, mesti kitorang semua akan menyorok( read: takbagi kepala masing2 nampak melalui tingkap lori tu)&lt;br /&gt;
pastu semua excited bila masuk bandar,,,&lt;br /&gt;
budak2 kecik, pergi bandar pun jarang2, so bila dapat peluang biarpon pg stesen minyak je, still happy macam tak ingat dunia dah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
and that the sweet thing ever i remember as a child,,,&lt;br /&gt;
seronok je masa budak2,,, happy sepanjang masa,,, dapat keluar pergi bandar je pun,,,&lt;br /&gt;
dah selalu main kat area rumah je kan,,, tulah budak2 kampung zaman dulu,,, zaman 90-an,,,&lt;br /&gt;
and then bila balik rumah pun sama mesti menyorok bila nak lalu depan rumah tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
nombor plat lori tu pun aku still ingat sampai sekarang,, CN4648 lori kepala merah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
kalau time musim menuai, ayah aku akan pergi angkut padi guna lori tu kan,,&lt;br /&gt;
bila petang2 ayah balik, semua pakat serbu belakang lori tu,,, panjat masuk belakang lori tu cari belalang kecik2,,,&lt;br /&gt;
heaven taw cari belalang dalam lori,,, tangkap banyak2 masuk plastik, pastu buang perut dia goreng kunyit belalang tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
takde rasa pun sebenarnye sebab belalang tu kecik je kan, bila goreng rasa rangup je,,,&lt;br /&gt;
tu bila musim menuai,,,&lt;br /&gt;
selalu yang seronok sebab ayah selalu takde malam2 so, boleh tengok rancangan tv faveret sendiri2,, jahat betul anak2 ayah ni,,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi lagi seronok sebab dapat makan sedap,,&lt;br /&gt;
makan sedap pada kitorang time tu just air susu yang memang ayah akan beli untuk orang2 yang bwak mesin padi nak tuai padi tu dengan mi goreng basah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
seriously aku rasa benda tu sedap gila,,,&lt;br /&gt;
even sekarang kalau ayah aku beli makanan apa2 untuk drebar mesin padi tu and ada lebih, aku rasa makanan tu sedap,,, makanan warung je sebenarnya,,, berebut ngan adik2 aku nak makan,,,sampai gaduh2,,,&lt;br /&gt;
that&amp;nbsp; was the happiness,,, bila share satu straw dengan adek beradik minum air susu yang ayah beli dengan plastik air tu mesti ada selut sikit2, sebab ayah baru balik dari sawah kan,,,&lt;br /&gt;
seriously i miss that moment,,, even sekarang pon kalau ayah ada bawak balik apa2 makanan from sawah, takde lah nak berebut ngan adek2 kan, segan la sebab dah besar,, tapi aku curi2 gak la pergi minum air tu kalau ada lebih2,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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and then ada sekali masa darjah berapa entah lupa dah, my dad belikan aku and kakak aku jam tangan,,,&lt;br /&gt;
kakak aku punya tali besi and aku punya tali kulit kaler hitam,,&lt;br /&gt;
tali kulit kan mudah patah2,, so, bila tali tu cam nazak gila dah nak putus, my mom tukar tali jam tu dengan tali versi getah sikit,, so, takde lah tali tu mudah rosak,,,&lt;br /&gt;
tu jam tangan pertama hadiah dari ayah aku, and aku rasa aku pakai agak lama jugak la,, sampai jam tu habis bateri and muka jam tu yg sebenarnya kaler emas jadi pudar..&lt;br /&gt;
aku pun tak ingat apa occasion masa tu sampai ayah aku beli jam tangan untuk aku and kakak aku,,&lt;br /&gt;
cakap pasal jam tangan,, aku ingat ada satu jam tangan dulu ayah aku pakai lama gila,,&lt;br /&gt;
sampai tali dia yang besi tu dah longgar2 dah,,&lt;br /&gt;
jam tangan tu automatik kalo tak silap aku and water proof la kot sebab ayah aku pakai bawak pergi sawah,,&lt;br /&gt;
tiap2 pagi mesti dia check dulu jam tangan tu tunjuk waktu sama tak dengan jam kat dapur and then baru dia pakai jam tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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masa darjah lima or darjah enam, aku terlukakan pergelangan tangan sendiri masa nak tutup tingkap time maghrib,,,biasalah, kalau dah nak maghrib tu tingkap2 wajib ditutup and kain2 kat ampaian wajib dah berangkat, tinggal pintu depan je tunggu semua orang naik baru kunci pintu rumah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
bila cermin tingkap tu pecah semua family aku dah ada kat rumah dah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku tak nangis la biarpun darah tu penuh dah aku tadah guna tapak tangan sebelah lagi,,,&lt;br /&gt;
i still got that scar about 2 inch at my wrist,,, macam cubaan orang nak kelar tangan sendiri...&lt;br /&gt;
then masa bunyi tingkap pecah tu semua dah bising2,, and my mom orang first yang tahu pasal tangan aku tu kalau tak silap ingatan la,,,&lt;br /&gt;
and then aku turun bawah, ayah aku ambil kain balut2 tangan aku tu,,, letak minyak gamat or ubat kuning je kot time tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
and then macam biasa, kat kampung main ambil kain buruk je buat balut luka,,,&lt;br /&gt;
seriously i feel like aku duduk kampung tradisional gila,,,&lt;br /&gt;
mak aku cakap kalau pergi hospital ni kena jahit,,,&lt;br /&gt;
memang takut la dengar jahit2 ni,,, end up tak pergi hospital pun,,,&lt;br /&gt;
before balut2 tu aku sempat tengoklah luka tu,,, kalau gerak2 tapak tangan nampak ada tulang kecil kaler putih gerak sekali,,, memang takde kulit dah kat situ,,,&lt;br /&gt;
yang bangga nya, esokkan nye tu aku pergi sekolah rilek je tapi tangan berpangku la,,,&lt;br /&gt;
teacher aku nampak and tanya kenapa, aku cakap je la,,&lt;br /&gt;
and then tak pasal2 teacher tu beli plaster and tampal kat luka aku tu,, 2 plaster kot nak penuhkan tampal luka tu,,&lt;br /&gt;
and seriously sakit gila bila nak tanggalkan plaster tu,,&lt;br /&gt;
mesti teacher aku fikir apa la parents aku fikir balut luka dalam camtu dengan kain buruk gitu je,, kot la,,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi aku rasa sembuh je,,,&lt;br /&gt;
bila aku buka plaster tu, luka aku tak kering,, siap jadi berlendir lagi,,,&lt;br /&gt;
last2 takyah nak plaster nak balut apa,,&lt;br /&gt;
letak ubat kuning je sampai luka tu kering and sembuh,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;6 tahun sekolah rendah aku tak pernah ponteng sekalipun biar aku demam,,&lt;br /&gt;
ada sekali aku demam teruk gile dah, sebab balik2 sekolah terus aku tidur tak sedar diri,,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi esokkan nya still pergi sekolah lagi,,,&lt;br /&gt;
betapa aku suka sekolah rendah dulu2,,,&lt;br /&gt;
and aku ingat jugak,selalu pergi sekolah naik basikal ngan kakak aku, tapi kalau hari hujan ayah aku hantar ngan motor pergi sekolah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
suka la time tu dah jarang2 dapat naik motor,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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and then habis sekolah rendah dapat masuk sekolah asrama bila sekolah menengah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
jarak rumah aku ngan sekolah tu dalam 40 km,,,&lt;br /&gt;
first day sekolah mak ngan ayah aku dua2 datang, ngan kakak aku semua datang hantar,,,&lt;br /&gt;
siap kakak aku tolong packing barang masuk loker lagi hari tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
lepas dari hari daftar tu,,&lt;br /&gt;
masa form1, form 2, setiap kali cuti balik kampung mesti ayah aku datang ambil aku ngan motor,,&lt;br /&gt;
bayangkan naik motor setengah jam lebih dengan panas tengah hari nya,,, habis kelas je masa nak pergi hostel ambil beg pakaian mesti ayah aku dah siap tunggu dah,, and aku antara orang yang awal keluar pagar sekolah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
masa tu budak lagi,,&lt;br /&gt;
kadang2 aku bangga, kadang2 aku segan,,&lt;br /&gt;
bangga sebab aku dapat balik awal,, segan sebab orang jauh2 mesti datang ngan kereta, tapi ayah aku datang ngan motor je,,,&lt;br /&gt;
tak lama lepas tu aku sedar yang penat kot ayah aku nak datang ambil aku jauh2 ni naek motor,,&lt;br /&gt;
lagipun senang naik motor sebab takyah nak berebut parking,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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kan kat sekolah asrama tiap2 minggu ada hari parents melawat kan,,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku rasa mak aku tak pernah datang kot,,, takpon sekali je,,,&lt;br /&gt;
pernah 2,3,4 kali ayah aku datang melawat ngan motor je,,,&lt;br /&gt;
bukan melawat pon just hantar barang,,&lt;br /&gt;
sebab lepas bagi barang2 kat aku terus dia balik,,,&lt;br /&gt;
selalu makanan la kan,,,&lt;br /&gt;
yang aku ingat makanan tu mesti ada anggur hijau sebab once aku pernah cakap nak anggur hijau, lepas tu setiap kali ayah aku datang mesti ada anggur hijau tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
terharu gila,,, and then mesti ada biskut marie,,, biskut marie coklat my faveret,,,&lt;br /&gt;
selalu cepat habis biskut marie tu sebab bawak pergi kelas dalam tupperware and makan time cikgu mengajar,,,&lt;br /&gt;
loker aku selalu ada biskut marie je,, and then biskut campur dalam tin satu lagi,,,&lt;br /&gt;
kalau tengok loker orang lain penuh dengan macam2 biskut,, dari situ la aku kenal biskut2 yang branded lagi,,&lt;br /&gt;
macam jacobs, munchy&#39;s,,,&lt;br /&gt;
tak pernah aku tengok pun rupa biskut2 tu dalam rumah aku,,,&lt;br /&gt;
kalau bukan hari melawat and then ada barang nak bagi kat aku, mesti ayah aku datang ngan motor tu tinggal barang kat pak guard pintu depan tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
bila ingat sekarang, rasa terharu gila dengan kesanggupan ayah aku datang sekolah aku jauh2 nak bagi barang kat aku,,&lt;br /&gt;
thanks dad~&lt;br /&gt;
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then bila tengah2 form 2 or form 3 gitu, start ada geng balik kampung ngan teksi,,so takyah la ayah aku datang jauh2 lagi,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi sampai bandar tu, kol rumah mintak ayah datang ambil,,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku ingat jugak bila aku naik sekolah menengah ayah aku baru pasang telefon rumah&lt;br /&gt;
before ni kalau kakak aku nak kol mak aku, mesti dia kol jiran yang ada telefon and then bagitaw jiran tu nanti dia kol balik pukul berapa2 nanti,, nanti mak aku pergi la rumah jiran aku tu tunggu kakak aku kol,,&lt;br /&gt;
kalau hari exam mesti tiap2 pagi kol rumah cakap ngan mak,,&lt;br /&gt;
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ada satu hari tu akhir tahun form 5 ke akhir tahun bila dah, tak ingat, oleh sebab akhir tahun ramai la parents datang jemput anak masing2 dengan kereta sebab nak angkut balik barang semua tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
and sebab tu geng nak balik dengan teksi pon takde la,,&lt;br /&gt;
that day my dad datang ambil ngan motor and on the way balik tu motor tu rosak tengan jalan,,&lt;br /&gt;
boleh bawak slow2 je, sampai jumpa cari bengkel,,,&lt;br /&gt;
then orang bengkel tu kata apa entah tak kena tapi motor tu dah tak boleh bawak jalan jauh2 lah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
dah lama kot motor tu,,&lt;br /&gt;
sejak aku ingat aku dah nampak dah motor tu kat rumah aku,, means masa tu dah berbelas tahun gak la motor tu,, memang patut pon,,, plat motor tu pun aku ingat lagi,, DV4761,, motor suzuki kaler maroon,, bunyi ekzos motor tu dari jauh dah tahu dah tu motor ayah aku,, kenal kot bunyi motor tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;setiap kali nak tungu teksi nak pergi sekolah pon ayah aku hantar sampai rumah pakcik teksi tu,,, sebab jiran je ngan pakcik teksi tu,,, rumah dia depan sikit pada rumah berhantu tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
ayah aku ni jenis on time,, bukan on time, terlebih2 awal,,,&lt;br /&gt;
selalu aku lah yang jadi penunggu sampai semua orang sampai nak naik teksi tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
ayah aku memang,, kol 2 nak gerak, kol 1.30 dah siap dah,,, padahal nak pergi rumah pakcik teksi tu naik motor tak sampai 5 minit pon,,,&lt;br /&gt;
sebab ayah aku tak suka menyusahkan orang,,,&lt;br /&gt;
my dad bukan salah seorang dari orang melayu yang guna janji melayu tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
kalau kata pukul 3 nak jumpa, maybe 2.30 ayah aku dah ada dah kat tempat nak jumpa tu,,, punctual tak punctual nya ayah aku ni,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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then habis sekolah menengah masuk JAD,,,&lt;br /&gt;
hampir2 ayah aku tak bagi masuk kot,,&lt;br /&gt;
sebab complicated sangat nak cari orang nak jadi penjamin,,&lt;br /&gt;
ayah aku tak suka benda2 kompleks ni,,,&lt;br /&gt;
dia siap cakap,, kalau susah2 sangat tak payah pergi lah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
nasib baik mak aku ni jenis penyabar sikit,, dan rajin nak bertanya sana sini,,,&lt;br /&gt;
last2 usaha mak aku berhasil lah... thanks mak,,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku tahu mak aku nak aku sambung belajar hebat2,,sebab tu dia sanggup bersusah sebab anak dia sorang ni,,,&lt;br /&gt;
first day at JAD mak aku and adik aku yang bongsu je yang ada,, pakcik and makcik aku yang hantar kitorang, tapi lepas hantar tu, dorang pergi mane entah,, yelah, sape nak dengar ceramah ntah pape semua tu kan,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi masa nak hantar barang tu dorang hantar la sekali,,&lt;br /&gt;
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tiap2 kali cuti kat JAD tu mesti ayah aku yang hantar and jemput kat stesen bas,,,&lt;br /&gt;
bas pukul 9, pukul 8.30 dah tercongok kat stesen bas tu,,, aku dah tahu dah perangai ayah aku,,,&lt;br /&gt;
pukul 7.30 dah siap2 dah kol 8 tu kalau boleh dia nak gerak dari rumah dah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
padahal nak g stesen bas tu dari rumah tak sampai 15 minit kalau naik motor,,,&lt;br /&gt;
sama jugak kalau nak jemput aku subuh tak subuh bas sampai tu,,&lt;br /&gt;
mesti bila bas yang aku naik tu sampai stesen bas, ayah aku dah ada siap tunggu dah kat situ,,,&lt;br /&gt;
tengok dari jauh dah cam dah ayah aku dengan gaya dia tunggu atas motor tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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lastly before aku fly datang sini, that was the last time aku salam and cium tangan ayah aku,,,&lt;br /&gt;
tu kat kampung, sebab mak aku and kakak aku je family(read: mak ayah and adik beradik) aku yang datang sampai airport..&lt;br /&gt;
sanak sedara lain ada je yang datang,, maklong, pakcik2, makcik2, sepupu sepapat,, ramai jugak la yang datang hantar,,,&lt;br /&gt;
tu jugak kali terakhir aku dengar suara ayah aku,,&lt;br /&gt;
sebab setiap kali aku call rumah aku tak pernah cakap ngan ayah aku kat telefon,,,&lt;br /&gt;
just cakap ngan mak aku, adek2 aku je,, kadang2 call kakak aku,,&lt;br /&gt;
pernah sekali mak aku tanya nak cakap dengan ayh tak, laju je aku jawab nak cakap apa ngan ayah?&lt;br /&gt;
sebab kalau dengan mak aku yang banyak cakap pun aku tak cakap sangat apatah lagi dengan ayah aku yang tak berapa nak cakap banyak tu,,, lagi2 kat telefon,,,&lt;br /&gt;
ayah aku pantang benar kalau orang agyut kat telefon lama2,,,&lt;br /&gt;
pernah je ayah aku marah sebab aku cakap lama2 ngan kawan aku kat telefon,,&lt;br /&gt;
dia cakap,, nak borak lama2, ajak datang rumah ni senang,, cakap la nak cakap lama mana pon,,,&lt;br /&gt;
hah, ambik kau,,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku cakap ngan kawan perempuan kot,,, kawan sekolah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku sekolah semua perempuan,, tak kenal mana2 lelaki pon time tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;cukuplah bila aku call rumah and mak aku tak cakap apa2 berita buruk pasal family aku, aku anggap semua ok je,, semua sihat je,,,&lt;br /&gt;
ayah aku dah tua,, sama tua dengan malaysia,,, rambut yang dulu hitam sekarang dah memutih,,&lt;br /&gt;
dah sampai masa aku kena berkhidmat untuk mak and ayah aku pulak,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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pernah sekali ayah aku cakap, kalau anak2 ni nak hantar pergi haji, hantar mak je cukuplah, sebab mak yang ajar kami2 ni alif, ba, ta, ajar kami baca quran, ajar kami buat homework,,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi takkan kami nak hantar mak je kan,,,&lt;br /&gt;
insyaAllah nanti kami anak2 mak, anak2 ayah kumpul duit hantar mak and ayah pergi haji sekali,,&lt;br /&gt;
insyaAllah...&lt;br /&gt;
pernah adik lelaki ku yang nakal ni cakap,&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;nanti besar idan kumpul duit untuk mak pergi haji,,,&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
biar pun cakap budak2 je, aku terharu sebab adik aku yang kecik tu boleh fikir camtu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
biarpon dialah adik aku yang paling nakal sekali,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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setakat tu je memori yang aku ada pasal ayah aku,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku bukan seorang yang kuat ingatan,,&lt;br /&gt;
yang sikit ni jelah yang aku ingat,,&lt;br /&gt;
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thanks dad for such wonderful memories,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku tahu takde sorang pun yang sama memori macam aku,,,&lt;br /&gt;
and i know that my family is special in our own way,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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wassalam(^_^)V&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s: malam ni membazir tisu je,,,,=P&lt;br /&gt;
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actually semalam ada idea nak tulis apa,,&lt;br /&gt;
yang tu idea malam before semalam tu,,&lt;br /&gt;
tang nak tulis sekarang, aku dah tak ingat apa2 dah,,&lt;br /&gt;
tu la, kalau terfikir nak buat apa2, buat note sikit,, baru lah tak lupa,,,&lt;br /&gt;
ni tak, main ikut rasa diri tu kuat ingatan sangat la tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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banyak benda pernah terfikir nak tulis, but, macam biasa idea tu datang pada masa yang aku tak rasa nak tulis apa2, so, aku biar je la dalam otak tu, dengan harapan bila aku ada mood nak tulis benda tu akan keluar dengan sendiri nya,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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padan muka kau,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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actually today is my one and only older sister&#39;s birthday,,&lt;br /&gt;
happy birthday sis~&lt;br /&gt;
hope kau kawen cepat~&lt;br /&gt;
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biarpun semalam dah calling2 home and my mom dah ingatkan yang today is her birthday, pagi tadi lupa nak wish awal2,,&lt;br /&gt;
alah, it&#39;s not that me and her in the kind of loving2 sisters-relationship,,&lt;br /&gt;
biasa2 je,, actually awkward2 sikit kot,,,&lt;br /&gt;
so, no hal la wish petang2 pun,,,&lt;br /&gt;
and it is not in our family custom to celebrate birthday actually,,&lt;br /&gt;
since seingat aku, sekali je aku pernah ajak kawan2 aku datang rumah sambut birthday aku, and it&#39;s not actually a party,, just taktahu kenapa hari tu boleh ada swiss roll kat rumah aku tu, and that was my birthday cake,,,&lt;br /&gt;
takde la sedih ngat pon tak sambut birthday,, sebab dah terbiasa tak sambut,,&lt;br /&gt;
but last year or last 2 years, since my sis dah besar ni and reti masak2 sket,&lt;br /&gt;
bila birthday mak, dia ajak adek2 aku buat kek coklat same2,, and of course at that time aku takde kat rumah,,,&lt;br /&gt;
and macam tradition aku and kakak aku since sekolah menengah, birthday mak aku mesti kitorang berebut sape kol rumah lagi awal nak wish birthday mak,,,&lt;br /&gt;
and aku rasa ada 2,3 kali aku lagi awal,,,&lt;br /&gt;
that&#39;s my memories of birthday with my family,,&lt;br /&gt;
no regret at all la tak sambut birthday,,,&lt;br /&gt;
for my dad, aku tak pernah wish pun bithday dia,, so cold of me la as a daughter,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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kan aku pernah cakap dulu yang relationship aku and my family agak awkward2 gitu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
maybe aku sorang je kot,,,&lt;br /&gt;
sebab aku ni jenis simpan perasaan sorang2,,&lt;br /&gt;
segala apa yang aku tak berkenan dari kecik sampai besar semua aku simpan sorang2,,&lt;br /&gt;
segala memori pahit time kecik2 semua aku simpan sorang,,,&lt;br /&gt;
sebab tu aku jadi lone ranger sekarang,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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but it&#39;s that memories which make me now,,,&lt;br /&gt;
sape yang pernah membesar dengan perasaan takut kat ayah sendiri je tahu apa yang aku rasa,,&lt;br /&gt;
my dad is not bad,,&lt;br /&gt;
just biasa lah budak2, time kecik bila da trauma, cam tu lah,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku tak pernah kena pukul ngan ayah aku time kecik2 sebab aku budak baik kot,,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi aku membesar dengan memori melihat, mendengar tangisan adik2 aku,,,&lt;br /&gt;
everytime mereka nangis sebab sakit, aku menangis sorang2 tanpa ada orang tahu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
yelah budak2, sebab time tu aku fikir kesian kat adek2 aku,,&lt;br /&gt;
memang salah dorang sebab nakal,, but yelah naluri seorang kakak kot,,,&lt;br /&gt;
pernah je terfikir time tu yang aku nak bawak adek2 aku lari but aku sedar yang aku takut ngan ayah aku jugak,,,&lt;br /&gt;
tiba2 rasa aku ni dah matang kecik2 lagi,,hehehe&lt;br /&gt;
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sampai aku sekolah menengah bila balik cuti jap, mesti ada je bunyi suara ayah aku meninggi,, at that time air mata ni laju je mengalir,,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku sangat tak suka bila ayah aku meninggi suara&lt;br /&gt;
tapi aku tahu aku siapa nak lawan ayah aku,, silap2 aku kena sekali,,&lt;br /&gt;
fakta nya aku penakut sebenarnya,,&lt;br /&gt;
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just ask my sisters and my brothers sapa yang tak cuak ngan ayah tu,,&lt;br /&gt;
gerenti nye semua cuak,,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi semua tu lah yang buat kitorang sekarang ni kitorang,,,&lt;br /&gt;
at least my brothers tak keluar malam2 lepak2 luar,,,&lt;br /&gt;
and dorang tahu lah yang mana elok, yang mana tak elok,,,&lt;br /&gt;
but still la ada my brothers yang still budak lagi degil taknak dengar kata,,,&lt;br /&gt;
ada je adek aku ponteng sekolah,,, but deep down aku tahu adek2 aku camne,,&lt;br /&gt;
biar mulut tu bangkang sekuat mane pon, bila mak aku minta tolong buat sesuatu dorang still buat,,, bila ayah aku yang suruh lagi lah,, sure2 buat,,,&lt;br /&gt;
budak2, still dalam peringkat memberontak,,,&lt;br /&gt;
ada je adik aku sorang tu pernah kena cili mulut ngan mak aku sebab suka cakap bukan2,,&lt;br /&gt;
budak kampung memanglah kasar lagi2 budak lelaki cam adek2 aku tu,,&lt;br /&gt;
but dorang still ada manner and dorang tahu nak respect orang tua,,,&lt;br /&gt;
but ada sorang adek aku ni mulut loyar buruk betul,,&lt;br /&gt;
sampai kat kawan mak aku pon dia maen ckap direct je,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
they all know what is good and what is bad,,,&lt;br /&gt;
but tentang hidup ni banyak benda lagi dorang tak tahu,,&lt;br /&gt;
and aku doakan agar my parents and my sisters and brothers always in good health, sentiasa dilindungi oleh Allah dari sebarang benda2 tak elok,,&lt;br /&gt;
aku doakan agar adek2 aku always jadi anak yang baik, yang taat to our parents,,&lt;br /&gt;
sebab aku tahu my parents takkan suruh kami anak2 mereka ni buat benda tak elok,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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biarpun keluarga aku bukanlah keluarga yang alim2,,&lt;br /&gt;
tapi aku tahu keluarga aku the best,,&lt;br /&gt;
my mom wont even want we, her children to talk bad to others,,,&lt;br /&gt;
my dad wont even want we, his children to do bad things,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
pendek kata my family tak suka nak susahkan orang lain,,&lt;br /&gt;
seingat aku, aku rasa ayah aku pernah cakap&lt;br /&gt;
kita hidup ni jangan nak susahkan orang, biar sesusah mana hidup kita,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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i love my family with all my heart,,&lt;br /&gt;
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bila tulis camni baru tahu berapa dalam perasaan aku kat keluarga aku,,&lt;br /&gt;
i got an awkward2 relationship with my family because i never take any opportunity to be open to them,,,&lt;br /&gt;
i guess i wont get that time back,,&lt;br /&gt;
let me try my best for now and the future,,,&lt;br /&gt;
let me try to be anak yang solehah to my parents from now and the future in my own way,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i know they love me and i love them too,,,&lt;br /&gt;
kat blog ni je lah boleh cakap camni,,, because i&#39;ll never have keberanian nak cakap camni depan mereka,,,&lt;br /&gt;
how i envy those of my friends yang boleh gayut ngan mak2 mereka lama2,,&lt;br /&gt;
because i never can do it, sebab aku tak reti,,,&lt;br /&gt;
yes, i can try and i had already tried but mulut ni senyap je,,, fail la,,&lt;br /&gt;
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tulis entry bertemankan tisu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
lama dah tak buat benda camni,,&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;till then,,, wassalam(^_^)V</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/159974528354218210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/159974528354218210?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/159974528354218210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/159974528354218210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2011/12/hilang-dalam-memori.html' title='hilang dalam memori~'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876740223727697664.post-383563128682498444</id><published>2011-12-11T01:58:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T02:29:39.191+09:00</updated><title type='text'>randomly 2#</title><content type='html'>as i scroll down my posts yang dulu2,,&lt;br /&gt;
and as i read the comments there,,,&lt;br /&gt;
sometimes i feel irritated? tak puas hati? dengan anon2 yg drop comment,, not so many but there were some,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i guess i know those anons and i guess they know me too,,&lt;br /&gt;
since the way they spelled some words make me thinking of some people around me,,,&lt;br /&gt;
yela,, kalau kita dah biasa taip seome words using our own special way, u know what i mean,,&lt;br /&gt;
i guess by any chance u forgot that u dont want others to recognize u and u just dah terbiasa taip macam tu kan,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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aku tak salahkan anon2 yang drop komen and aku takde hak nk marah anon2 tu tak kenalkan diri as tu adalah hak privasi mereka,,,&lt;br /&gt;
but dont be such a cynical one,,,&lt;br /&gt;
kalaupun kau rasa annoyed dengan tulisan aku, or kau rasa aku over sangat then dont read it,,&lt;br /&gt;
if those anons know me la,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
because i am a hypocrite and i know there&#39;s a lot of hypocriters out there, dalam bahasa lembutnya orang2 yang tak mahu orang lain tahu apa yang dia fikirkan tentang orang tu,,,&lt;br /&gt;
i try to be honest with myself,,,&lt;br /&gt;
and i know sometimes it&#39;s hard for me to tell some people how i really feel (especially the negative one)about them,, and lastly i always kept those feeling inside my head, and at a point my face will show it,,&lt;br /&gt;
at that point everything gonna ruin up,,,&lt;br /&gt;
and i guess i know some people who kept&amp;nbsp; things from me,,,&lt;br /&gt;
but, leave them alone.. as i need to improve myself, barulah aku boleh komplen orang lain,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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i guess it&#39;s better to not be honest to those people who dont know me very well, as i think they will misjudge me,,&lt;br /&gt;
there are some people whom i can be honest 100% with them, joke yang melampau pun okay je, the most important thing is that i can tegur them on the spot if aku tak berkenan dengan apa yang mereka buat,,&lt;br /&gt;
and i hope they will be the same to me,,&lt;br /&gt;
and aku rasa mereka pernah je sindir2 aku pasal something tak elok yang aku buat,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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aku rasa tu lah kawan sebenar,,&lt;br /&gt;
kawan bila gembira, kawan bila sedih,,&lt;br /&gt;
i have some, and i&#39;m glad i have them,,&lt;br /&gt;
for some reason, i treasure them more than those who spend more time with me,,,&lt;br /&gt;
for some reason, there is a bond that keep us together no matter how long, how far, how silence there are between us,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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i think there are some who think of me their kawan ketika susah and senang,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;deep down i do care about things that seem like i do not care&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but again i think too much and no action,,,&lt;br /&gt;
that&#39;s why i look like an ignorance,,,&lt;br /&gt;
and i know, i&#39;m not good enough to be the person who u can talk over everything,,&lt;br /&gt;
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just because i lack of expression doesnt mean that i lack of feeling,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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just there is only some people who i can open myself up fully, and to the rest just half-opened~&lt;br /&gt;
a reminder to myself--- dont shut yourself to anyone, because u dont know when will u need them~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/feeds/383563128682498444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7876740223727697664/383563128682498444?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/383563128682498444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7876740223727697664/posts/default/383563128682498444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memarrmealways.blogspot.com/2011/12/randomly-2.html' title='randomly 2#'/><author><name>marr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533394820015164408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaeBKTxHpJZvovYM56TBGYkNVNUAQYV5N4TN3iYEPd-nKyUrpmgopJFVhmyXcjN7e5AB5vR3ZfNxxlcCfwGGPffozmoNygF8049iHiuB4QBk4E9b08-b21ycFhLXgdQ/s220/_SC01118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>