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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1290</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-155142676516659871</id><published>2012-02-02T17:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T17:08:00.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angan2 jadi waris billionaire akan tercapai insyaAllah~~</title><content type='html'>Assalamu alaikkum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intention of contacting you is to solicit your assistance for a project, which will  be mutually beneficial. I am Hajia Fauziah Binti Muhamed, from Malaysia. I am married to Late Mustapha Muhamed of Dakar Senegal and am currently living in a hospital in Senegal, My late hushand of the blessed memory was an oil explorer in Libya and Kuwait for twelve years before he died in the year 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were married for twelve years without a child. He died after a brief illness that lasted for only four days. Since his death I too have been battling with both Cancer and fibroid problems. When my late Husband was alive he made a huge deposit of money in a bank in spain in oversea. (I will tell you the amount as we proceed).Recently, my doctor told me that I have only six months to live due to cancer problem. Though what disturbs me most is my stroke sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having known my condition I decided to donate this fund to a Muslim organization or devoted individual that will utilize this money the way I am going to instruct herein. I want this organization or individual to use this money in all sincerity to fund orphanages, widows,less priviledged and also propagating their religion and to ensure that the society upholds the views and belief of their religion. As a Muslim, i laid emphasis so much on the ALLAH'S benevolence and this has encourage me to take the bold step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this decision because I don't have any child that will inherit this money and my husband relatives are into some radical Organizations which I don't want a situation where this money will be used in an Unholy manner. So that was the reason why i decided to use it for the work of Allah, and help my fellow muslims, and poor, i know that Allah will reward me for that, because wealth and riches without Allah is vanity. Hence the reasons for this bold decision. I know that after death I will be with ALLAH the most benefficient and the most merciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With ALLAH all things are possible (secondSura,( verse 257) which says: "There must be no coercion in matters of faith").As soon as I receive your reply. I shall give you the contact information of the Deposit bank in spain in Europe where the money was deposited. I will also issue a letter of authority to the Deposit bank in spain authorizing them that the said fund Have being willed to you and a copy of such authorization will be forwarded to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Almighty ALLAH continue to guide and protect you.  I want you and the community where you reside to always pray for me. My happiness is that I lived a true devoted Muslim life worthy of emulation. Whoever that wants to serve ALLAH must serve him in truth and in fairness. Please always be prayerful all through your life. Allah Hafiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajia Fauziah Binti Muhamed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-155142676516659871?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/155142676516659871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=155142676516659871&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/155142676516659871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/155142676516659871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/02/angan2-jadi-waris-billionaire-akan.html' title='Angan2 jadi waris billionaire akan tercapai insyaAllah~~'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-2566311632931606663</id><published>2012-02-02T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T15:03:48.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind walking</title><content type='html'>I'm working from the Gardens today. After being delayed for almost an hour for searching my gate pass all over the house, I found it placed nicely inside one of my windbreaker side pocket. (=.=). Whenever I had a really hard time to find my belongings, it would surely placed at or in a very decent place. I can easily find my stuffs if they are put the way I want, but most of the time my way is considered menyepah by my wife or my Mom. Ahahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was riding towards the office, like usual my mind would always running wildly thinking, visualizing, dreaming of any random things. Today, my mind flashed back to the years passed when I was still a single guy living in a small rented house in a small room with the other housemates. I purposely chose the small room downstairs and not the one bigger upstairs because I've already anticipated that there might be days where my family would need to stay in my room when they were here in KL. Coz at that time, we didn't really have decent place to crash in. My sister was not married yet, I didn't have my own house yet. So to minimize the uneasiness of my housemates when my family was around, I chose the downstairs room so that they can comfortably lived the day out upstairs doing their own things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my sister has her own house with her husband and son. I'm still menumpang at my in-law's house. It was the house they lived in during the time my FIL was continuing his master or PHD. But now they resides at their hometown and my SIL and us are living in the house. My mom is currently living with us as Cembam has started to teach again after her 3-month maternity leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom offered to look after Xiyad while we are waiting for the process of owning our own house would finally come to its completion. We would find a nursery around the house. Well, that's the plan for now. I just hope it would be at most another 1 month for us to get the key of the house. Amiinnn~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-2566311632931606663?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/2566311632931606663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=2566311632931606663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/2566311632931606663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/2566311632931606663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/02/mind-walking.html' title='Mind walking'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-7477623496128999608</id><published>2012-01-31T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T01:11:37.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petua memancing ikan pari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuti raya cina yang lalu, aku balik ke terengganu. Cuti panjang lebih 3 hari biasanya akan diluangkan di kampung isteri. Perjalanan melalui LPT2 yang 1/3 siap tu sedikit sebanyak menghilangkan rasa sebhel (baca : meluat) untuk memandu berbanding jalan lama yang siap lalu Kampung Durian Kassim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Petang2 biasanya memang sudah jadi aktiviti wajib untuk melawat ke rumah Tok. Bahasa orang umah aku 'turun'. Kalau ajak turun maknanya ke umah Tok kat tepi pantai Seberang Takir ni lah. Kebetulan balik tempoh hari, ayah ke laut tahan pukat. Merasa la aku ikan fresh2..ikan parang, gelama..niceeee. Memang kalau balik ke Terengganu aku puasa ayam. Ahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GDddPIzOqSw/TyZVOIcg53I/AAAAAAAABlc/RqbJ_hnw_W8/s1600/IMG_0183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GDddPIzOqSw/TyZVOIcg53I/AAAAAAAABlc/RqbJ_hnw_W8/s640/IMG_0183.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cun gak hasil shot 4S ni...Ni pun gambar upload blogger dah jatuh kualiti 50% haa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4-HnR8cu-0/TyZV5MGh8VI/AAAAAAAABlk/G_HYZHahiVo/s1600/IMG_0192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4-HnR8cu-0/TyZV5MGh8VI/AAAAAAAABlk/G_HYZHahiVo/s640/IMG_0192.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila akak ipar aku abeh round benteng naik moto smpi ujung, turn aku, Cembam n ekal plak nek moto ke ujung benteng. Nampak macam2 gelagat orang...layan ipad tepi pantai, layan laptop, jogging, merendek. Kat ujung ramai yang mancing. Aku benti and spot sorang abang ni tengah dok gigih nak daratkan ikan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Memang dok tarik, lepas tarik lepas. Ujung batang pancing kemas letak bawah kote kepit. Rupanya kote memang kuat kalau dikemutkan secara teguh. Ahahahahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2SseoXO1m2o/TyZWgEBLPTI/AAAAAAAABls/E943P0ZkwxE/s1600/IMG_0196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2SseoXO1m2o/TyZWgEBLPTI/AAAAAAAABls/E943P0ZkwxE/s640/IMG_0196.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila dh betul2 smpi tepi batu2 tu..TAPP!!! Putus plak tali!! Damn...gile kecewa. Tapi ntah macamana nampak ekor ikan, yakni ikan pari tu masih ada kat batu2 tu. Terus sorang tangkap ekor dia. Tapi&amp;nbsp; cuak nak angkat naik takut kena sengat. Pakat la lagi 2 orang tolong. Sorang tu berani kan diri..turun bawah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uS6lqTNngM/TyZXAZ8q-tI/AAAAAAAABl0/efhtGcNTx7s/s1600/IMG_0197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uS6lqTNngM/TyZXAZ8q-tI/AAAAAAAABl0/efhtGcNTx7s/s640/IMG_0197.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Upanya cara selamat nk pegang pari ni kau cangkuk je jari kat ruang biji mata dia camni...Huhuhu..gitu upanya. Memang kalau dh rezeki, putus pun dapat jugak. Kalau dh ajal, tak ke mana ye dak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then cara bila dh kat darat tu, ekor pari yg panjang tu akan dimasukkan thru macam batang idung pari tu and ikat simpul situ. SO leh la bawak macam angkat beg gitu..Memang syok tgok brader tu tarik pancing tu. Lama dah tak memancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-7477623496128999608?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/7477623496128999608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=7477623496128999608&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/7477623496128999608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/7477623496128999608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/01/petua-memancing-ikan-pari.html' title='Petua memancing ikan pari'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GDddPIzOqSw/TyZVOIcg53I/AAAAAAAABlc/RqbJ_hnw_W8/s72-c/IMG_0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-1853199245204097178</id><published>2012-01-29T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T15:23:35.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riazaizi Aiman Zulkarnain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright..baru dapat chance to update this dear blog. The pictures have been uploaded days back, but I didn't manage to allocate some time to properly draft an entry. =]. Anywhere here it is. Last week, when I was at Ganu, I managed to pay a visit to Aima and her first son Riazaizai Aiman Zulkarnain. After we shopped at Sabasun, I texted Aima that we were coming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once we were at her doorstep, I texted her after salam and she replied to wait as she was changing Ria's diaper. After a moment, her brother opened the door and we went in. There he was..Ria!!! Just awake from his sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6766852259/" title="IMG_0137 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0137" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7173/6766852259_3102b0a2fe_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Xiyad and Ria paying attention to Aima's story&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6766806423/" title="xiyadria by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="xiyadria" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7175/6766806423_d051ff91f7_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The first moment when they started to talk with each other..ahahahaaahaha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6766857615/" title="aIMG_0142 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="aIMG_0142" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7023/6766857615_1dbc47d407_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here it is. The cute small boy who likes to be on his chest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6766881171/" title="IMG_0149 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0149" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7001/6766881171_3cc6bd9d57_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The sofa, err sofa ke? was really nice. Xiyad can lie down and did his thing, sucking his fingers. We were served with a nice chocolate cake, cupcakes, buah duku..!! But memang aku blasah duku tu je la..ahahahahaha. We chatted and mostly we listened to Aima's story on how she supposed to deliver at Putrajaya but ended up at Terengganu Hospital. How her waiting time was...it was surely way difficult than Cembam's was and I am so grateful for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6766897001/" title="IMG_0153 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0153" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7166/6766897001_5c7b9812fb_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ria with me..Kang kalau aku ckp Ria bisik "hensem wooo". Korang tak caya plak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6766914615/" title="IMG_0155 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0155" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7021/6766914615_0401d76b74_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My rounded-eyes Xiyad Asytar and his finger licking~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6766932011/" title="IMG_0158 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0158" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7150/6766932011_6b5495e23e_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The new Moms and the handsome boys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6766946511/" title="IMG_0159 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0159" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7007/6766946511_56b3fd8b9d_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, welcome to parenthood Aima!! Hope you gonna enjoy every single second of it. Jack was not around when we were there. Congrats Jack, Aima!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-1853199245204097178?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/1853199245204097178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=1853199245204097178&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1853199245204097178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1853199245204097178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/01/riazaizi-aiman-zulkarnain.html' title='Riazaizi Aiman Zulkarnain'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-4571815306872043425</id><published>2012-01-26T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:00:55.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kesedaran</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bayangkan kalau yang sembahyangkan jenazah mak atau ayah dia tu anak dia sendiri. Kamu rasa dia akan doa lebih kurang je? Paling kurang anak tu menangis2 berdoa mohon mak ayah dia ditempatkan di kalangan orang yang beriman. Anda rasa doa dalam keadaan yang begitu sedih dan begitu meminta pada Allah, adakah Allah akan tolak doa anak itu? Mustahil..mustahil Allah yang maha pemurah lagi maha penyayang akan menolak doa anak yang begitu sedih atas pemergian ibu bapanya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriyes aku nangis sebak dengar..(takde la siap air mata..bergenang je) and terus rasa nak pandai uruskan jenazah...Tengah blajar online skang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-4571815306872043425?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/4571815306872043425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=4571815306872043425&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4571815306872043425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4571815306872043425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/01/kesedaran.html' title='Kesedaran'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-1036620003625532744</id><published>2012-01-25T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:05:48.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6701211375/" title="Xiyad&amp;amp;Grandma by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Xiyad&amp;amp;Grandma" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7023/6701211375_9592941e27_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6700344183/" title="The CH snowcap by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="The CH snowcap" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7151/6700344183_136bb1097f_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-1036620003625532744?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/1036620003625532744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=1036620003625532744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1036620003625532744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1036620003625532744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/01/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-3086955665271430215</id><published>2012-01-23T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T22:42:38.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xiyad and his gaming observation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We gonna get back to KL tomorrow. I really wanna kick off right after subuh prayer or latest after breakfast, but the keropok lekor BTB that we've booked will only be ready around 10a.m. Hmm..I really really hope it's still not late that will cause us stuck once again in a long line of cars heading towards KL like last year..(==)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Xiyad now would prefer a very short series of naps through out the day. Less than 1 hour, and then he would enjoy himself in his own-created world, making sounds every now and then and if he felt so bored, he would just cry to get his Mom's milk =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He can now be left with others, just let him be by himself while we have our lunch. The secret lies behind his fingers!! He really love to suck his own fingers. &lt;i&gt;CUUUTTT PCCUUTTT&lt;/i&gt;..the sound that he makes whenever he was sucking that fingers of his so gleefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/674847039/" title="xiyadEkal by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="xiyadEkal" height="480" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7141/6748470391_2f0e647a30_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even his Pok Su Ekal can be trusted to look after him. They can play PES (pre evolution soccer) at Cembam's Iphone together..err..well metaphorically speaking. hehehe. Xiyad gets very excited looking at anyone holding an iphone. Usually Cembam or I would let him look while we play any game. Ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I managed to pay a visit to Aima's house..but will update that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-3086955665271430215?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/3086955665271430215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=3086955665271430215&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3086955665271430215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3086955665271430215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/01/xiyad-and-his-gaming-observation.html' title='Xiyad and his gaming observation'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-1486466960450414893</id><published>2012-01-22T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T00:36:18.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya cina di ganu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tahun lepas balik ganu raya cina, otw balik KL tersangkut jem Karak smpi ke Gombak..memang rasa tobat nak balik ganu dah. Smpi terpaksa kencing tepi keta sebab terlalu sesak. Cuti umum smpi 4 hari mmg jadi pilihan la kampung jauh2 utara, selatan, pantai timur nak balik kan. Yang melayu pn tak lepas peluang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi tahun ni pn sama, balik ganu. Kami tolak pagi sabtu kul 5. Disebabkan jumaat ada meeting, takleh nk balik pas semayang jumaat macam kebiasaan. Tp ok gak sebab leh layan tenis dulu jumaat malam tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adik ipar aku start drive dari kl smpi ke Kuantan. Best..ada tukang ganti. Then dari Kuantan ke Ganu lalu Jabor aku bawak macam biasa. Singgah Shell Cheneh macam biasa. Gerai jambu tu naikkan rega lagi. Air jambu tu 2 hengget secawan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-S74SnSb3gnw/TxqEF41RW5I/AAAAAAAABlU/_0xeGjUPEiA/s640/blogger-image-1727219541.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-S74SnSb3gnw/TxqEF41RW5I/AAAAAAAABlU/_0xeGjUPEiA/s640/blogger-image-1727219541.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ke kuantan sebab singgah tempat keje my other SIL si ateh ni haa..dia nak bagi barang Mary Kay..ate kalau korang pakai Mary Kay, adik ipar aku ni agen gak..dia leh bagi lagi murah seposen dari pasaran..amacam? Kekekekeke. Then dapat udang and limau 2 kotak..niceeee~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alhamdulillah segar mata pas sarapan kat Kuantan tu. Perut  pn selesa walaupn pagi tu macam lapar gile..padahal sama je hari2 lain  bukan makan pagi. Jalan jabor memang teruk..nak potong satu hal..time  potong tu plak satu hal takut time potong tu kena tang jalan cam  jahanam..Jadi kena xtra careful. Mujur tak ujan je yang buat smooth skit  perjalanan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yHhklij5pZo/TxqEExdTJVI/AAAAAAAABlM/v5Kd5COU4n8/s640/blogger-image--1816057272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yHhklij5pZo/TxqEExdTJVI/AAAAAAAABlM/v5Kd5COU4n8/s640/blogger-image--1816057272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Xiyad..smpi2 umah kasi bukak baju..bahang..hehehe..hero tengah isap jari. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila sampai umah in-law around 1.40 ptg gitu..baring kejap, semayang..lunch ikan fresh ayah gi mukat...besttt..aku kalau dok ganu ni tak pandang dah ayam. Mak mertua plak akan suruh perabih ikan yang digoreng tu. Memang mabuk protein aku kat sini..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sok nak melawat aima plak...hehehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-1486466960450414893?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/1486466960450414893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=1486466960450414893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1486466960450414893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1486466960450414893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/01/raya-cina-di-ganu.html' title='Raya cina di ganu'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-S74SnSb3gnw/TxqEF41RW5I/AAAAAAAABlU/_0xeGjUPEiA/s72-c/blogger-image-1727219541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-3648271201049430924</id><published>2012-01-19T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:47:17.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little bit about Cameron</title><content type='html'>The New Year Eve was being celebrated by us at Cameron Highland. My sis and I were thinking about having a holiday together with our family during the school holiday. Even Cembam asked to have jalan-jalan time during the last weekend of the school holiday. So I browsed Agoda, booked the Parkland Apartment for RM450 a night and we headed there around 4P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some said that the route from Simpang Pulai is wider and much smoother. But if you come from KL, Simpang Pulai is the next exit after the Tapah route. So you would even drive farther away from Tapah route/exit and Simpang Pulai route is waaayyyyy longer than Tapah route. Seriously. We kinda regretted the decision sooo fartin hard. We also got stucked in the jam for couple of KMs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the apartment around 9P.M and after we refreshed ourselves, feeling rejuvenated, we went out to the night market which was almost closing. Mom stayed at the apartment looking over the sleeping Xiyad. We bought a sweater and leggings for Xiyad which only wore for an hour. It wasn't that cold up there~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6702080021/" title="Parkland Apartment by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Parkland Apartment" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7148/6702080021_fbcc9fdbf8_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6702108189/" title="Parkland Apartment by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Parkland Apartment" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7144/6702108189_c3d4e871df_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6702021329/" title="Parkland Apartment by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Parkland Apartment" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7028/6702021329_7ff905bb68_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to have our own picture, Xiyad and Cembam as Xiyad has already been placed comfortably on the rear seat. This apartment is situated exactly opposite the Titiwangsa Hotel that we spent our night during our honeymoon 2 years ago. But Parkland doesn't offer free steamboat ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6720941915/" title="Small step by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Small step" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7166/6720941915_b0872cb0ff_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nahdan taking his small steps&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6702175695/" title="Me with my red sweater by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Me with my red sweater" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7009/6702175695_4cfefa36ce_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Xiyad with his sweater. He was really not in his best condition at this time as the cradle cap and the rashes were really flaring up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6702150663/" title="Mom &amp;amp; Dad by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mom &amp;amp; Dad" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7012/6702150663_f45cf3cf4b_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom and Dad posing before heading to KEA Farm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6720316663/" title="kena kepit by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="kena kepit" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7146/6720316663_17c6f972f8_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me sempat posed with Nahdan and Biba je&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to KEA Farm. We were queuing to go there and once we reached the place, we discovered the reason. The traffic police was in action. They were fining all the cars that were parked alongside of the road which has been a normal thing there. For me, they can fine a car that double park which obstructing the traffic flow. But if the car was parked nicely by the road, should be OK. There were lots of them being fined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why the fine was because KEA farm has already allocate parking space for the visitors. But the parking spot was going downhill. Really downhill and you need to walk/climb uphill after you parked using the same route where the car would use. No specially designated route. I heard lots of complaints for the RM3 parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my family was walking all over the place but Cembam and I whom have been there once just stick to our agenda to buy some veggies, dried strawberries and some other things. The tip is to stick to 1 shop and you can bargain as low as you can. You can even ask them to overweight the dried strawberries. Hehehehe. And you would be even luckier if you can speak javanese to the Indonesian salesgirl there. Ahahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour, we left the place and went to Agrofarm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-3648271201049430924?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/3648271201049430924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=3648271201049430924&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3648271201049430924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3648271201049430924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-bit-about-cameron.html' title='Little bit about Cameron'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-3978827948365165146</id><published>2012-01-18T13:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:16:05.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptopless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Being a parent with something that u have to do of ur own really needs to master a mutltitasking skill so that u can still do whatever u want and at the same time sharing the attention to ur loved one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Vme7StcVamw/TxZVkravBDI/AAAAAAAABlE/ygt_ckJgq0U/s640/blogger-image--961930904.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-3978827948365165146?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/3978827948365165146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=3978827948365165146&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3978827948365165146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3978827948365165146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/01/laptopless-wednesday.html' title='Laptopless Wednesday'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8Y0uL_8Y-Uo/TxZVblO9LOI/AAAAAAAABk0/rmr2GAQU8pI/s72-c/blogger-image--239804098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-3193886003945478446</id><published>2012-01-16T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:44:30.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cradle Cap - kerak kepala</title><content type='html'>Aku xleh akses laptop sdri. Login dh disable. Mujur dh ada smartphone. Leh la wat macam2 bila jd kes camni. Alang2 mari update blog via phone ye. Heheh!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Waktu last blik ganu ari tu, mmg niat nk mintak ayah mertua aku cukur kn rambut xiyad. Amek berkat dr tok ki dia. So mlm nya tu siap bli pencukur. Pagi tu mintak ayah cukurkn. Bila tgok gmbr ni bru la teringat camne rupa xiyad ada rambut. Susah gak cukur rambut bayi ni. Rambut haluusss. Nk tekan kuat sgt pn tkut. Kulit nipis je kan. Jadi hampir sejam gak la. Ayaj tk abihkn cukur, aku smbug. Lenguh gak ayah mencukur. Tp part atas tu xdpt nk cukur clean sbb tersangkut2 dek kerak kepala xiyad. Tp masa ni xteruk mana pn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6701933403/" title="Shavin Time with Tok Ki by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Shavin Time with Tok Ki" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6701933403_1b0862be1b_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Orang tua suh sapukn bedak sejuk aku pn beli n sapu kt pipi n kepala. Dh mcm raja kapur dh haa. Kami bg nipis gak sbb tknk dia gugur msuk mata or mulut kn. Tp mmg prasan makin teruk lepas cukur n tepek bedak sejuk tu. Maybe x sume petua kena dgn sume org.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ibHaYFTfoSc/TxPqT3wYJ_I/AAAAAAAABkU/VgIVNlZ0mCw/s640/blogger-image-1914036599.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ibHaYFTfoSc/TxPqT3wYJ_I/AAAAAAAABkU/VgIVNlZ0mCw/s640/blogger-image-1914036599.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mcm aku citer sblum ni, blik dr ganu nmpk dh sbiji ruam bernanah kn. sblum gi cameron, doktor kanak2 xde..cuti. So gi klinik kt s.alam dpt la krim. Tp time ky cameron tu mmg makin teruk. Ati rasa nk blik je xbest tgok anak gitu berjalan kan. Kerak kepala dia makin byk. Kalau sblum ni sapu minyak tanggal then esok br ada blik. Tp pas cukur, pagi tanggalkn 2 jam pastu dh ada kerak bru. Kalu ada benda tutup kpla xiyad, melekat kerak nanah tu haa.. Mmg sadis. Muka dh berbijik2 nanah gak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WyttMeztyaM/TxPqV3f75HI/AAAAAAAABkk/jKxSUqDqcu0/s640/blogger-image--1730789170.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WyttMeztyaM/TxPqV3f75HI/AAAAAAAABkk/jKxSUqDqcu0/s640/blogger-image--1730789170.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tu pipi Xiyad masa bawak gi klinik..teruk dh ha...tu dia punya dah ilang sebab sapu krim Ezerra&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yg pelik ganu n cameron tu tmpt sjuk. Biasanya ruam teruk n flare up time panas. Balik dr cameron gi az-zahrah, doc cuti. Sok nye pegi lg, doc tutup awal...argh!!! Anak dh mcm tu kn. terus tukar an-nur. Alhamdulillah doc dua org jd cepat je giliran. Doc cek n dia advise kena pantau apa yg wat ruam ni flare up. Kepala tu dia kata dh teru dh. Masa ni le pestime dgar istilah cradle cap. At the end dpt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Sebotol Aqua Dermis untuk mandian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. KMNO4 - cecair warna ungu utk dap2 tempat yang merah2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. A tube of Hydrocortison Ointment utk kepala dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Fobancort Ointment untuk tempat yang merah2 dan berair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Cradle Cap shampoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apply kali pertama, esoknya dh nmpk kesan yg kat pipi. Yg nanah2 tu sume mcm pecah n kering. Tp time nk pakai kn syampu khas cradle cap tu mmg pglmn btul la. kita xtau camne it works.  Tgok botol pn tulis mm leh pakai regularly. Aku pn syampu pelan2. Smpi siap letak xiyad dlm tuala, dia nangis. Dh besa dia nangis pas mandi. Tp kali ni len.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rupanya kepala dia berkopak2 berdarah!!!! Kira mcm syampu tu tgglkn kerak tu smpi last root kot. Ibarat keruping luka ko bila ko kopek kn tggl daging bru y kdg berdarah. Gitu le pale xiyad. And byk plak tu sana sini luka. Dia nangis aku assume pedih. Kita xtau cmne nk comfortkn dia. Aku dap pelan2 luka tu n terus apply krim dia. Bg susu n smbug apply krim time cembam susukn dia. Tp perit tu berbaloi coz esoknya dh kurang 9% kerak tu. ari kedua nk syampu cm sian gak. Aku siap tny xiyad "&lt;i&gt;awak trauma ke nk syampu&lt;/i&gt;". Mula2 xnk syampu, t nk baik pny pasal aku syampu. Dia nangis skit, dh cuakkkk..kita xtau tahal pedih dia kn. tp bila ckp kt xiyad, "&lt;i&gt;tahan skit ek..anak ayah kuat kn. nnt baik la&lt;/i&gt;". Dia terus senyap. Ilang risau aku n buleh la teruskan syampu pelan2. Ada la luka baru tp yg smlm nya dh kurang berdarah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VCyCUPZfWiI/TxPqXRgZ1pI/AAAAAAAABks/7PqRp4Q5Bk0/s640/blogger-image-512144727.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VCyCUPZfWiI/TxPqXRgZ1pI/AAAAAAAABks/7PqRp4Q5Bk0/s640/blogger-image-512144727.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ni keadaan kepala dia lepas sapu minyak n buang skit2 kerak mana yang boleh tanggal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alhamdulillah 3 ari mmg takde kerak dh. Bawak gi jump doc yg sama masa xle berak tu, doc cancel folo up apointment sbb dh puas ati cantek kulit. Alhamdulillah....aku citer detail ari ni sbb ada komen mintk share. N mana la tau ada yg alami benda sama pasni. Leh jd rujukan, xdela cuak tgok kpla anak tu berdarah. Masa berkerak2 teruk, org dok tgok anak kita dgn macam2 reaksi muka, ko rasa bengkek gak to one extent. Rasa cm nk ckp "&lt;i&gt;buruk ke anak aku haaa??!!&lt;/i&gt;" tp tu saitan sume tu. Depa just concern. Alhamdulillah another trial that we've overcome :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ibHaYFTfoSc/TxPqT3wYJ_I/AAAAAAAABkU/VgIVNlZ0mCw/s640/blogger-image-1914036599.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UD3RCoOddag/TxPqU29Me4I/AAAAAAAABkc/jp2onpxU4Fs/s640/blogger-image--1874069882.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WyttMeztyaM/TxPqV3f75HI/AAAAAAAABkk/jKxSUqDqcu0/s640/blogger-image--1730789170.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VCyCUPZfWiI/TxPqXRgZ1pI/AAAAAAAABks/7PqRp4Q5Bk0/s640/blogger-image-512144727.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-3193886003945478446?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/3193886003945478446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=3193886003945478446&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3193886003945478446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3193886003945478446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/01/cradle-cap-kerak-kepala.html' title='Cradle Cap - kerak kepala'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ibHaYFTfoSc/TxPqT3wYJ_I/AAAAAAAABkU/VgIVNlZ0mCw/s72-c/blogger-image-1914036599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-937483779601282826</id><published>2012-01-15T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T23:31:38.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruce Willis to invite heroine Wafa in his next movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6657289499/" title="Xiyad with Wafa by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Xiyad with Wafa" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7002/6657289499_db558d07d5_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ekekekeke. Wafa with Bruce Willis...There are gonna be the shining duo in the movie &lt;b&gt;Chocolate Toll.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hehehe..the picture taken from the past encounter with Wafa at Lachang toll going back to KL from Ganu. Wafa texted me couple days before to buy her some keropok lekor BTB, so we set the place and time to meet. It was the first MemuahAh Xiyad ever met!!! Xiyad looked so comfy in Wafa's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time you could see Xiyad's cheek was still clean and clear. But he had his first yellowish spot on his cheek at this time. I spotted it during our last day at Ganu. At that time I sighed inside my heart "Damn..this gonna gets ugly". And yup..as I've predicted, the rash flared up horribly during our cameron trip the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/385893_10150478927137800_608272799_8961922_1195691521_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a nice box box of chocolate from wafa. They were round with blue..err..sugar ka? on top of them. There were so delicious!!! Serious. Like buying it from the chocolate shop. There were also nuts inside. I don't really know if they were walnuts, peanut or whatever the god beings there were. We ate some on our way back. I even took them to the tennis court later after that and had them to store my energy. (Ate balik dari ganu terus men tenis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I mistakenly put them in the car boot!!! Kelam kabut packing all the things into the car and that poor little chocolates were placed inside the scorching boot. When we stopped at the RnR was the only time I realized that. But takpe Wafa...I still ate and finished them till the very last smear of the chocolates!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-937483779601282826?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/937483779601282826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=937483779601282826&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/937483779601282826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/937483779601282826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/01/bruce-willis-to-invite-heroine-wafa-in.html' title='Bruce Willis to invite heroine Wafa in his next movie'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-3864444901283981185</id><published>2012-01-12T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:41:33.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traumatic experience</title><content type='html'>Your babies' fingers grow much more rapid then yours. The fact that their finger nails are really soft is truly a nightmare for parents like me because there would be no "TEK", "TUCK" sounds when you cut them off. And you're so scared that at the end of the process, there would be blood coming out from the tip of your babies' fingers!!! Traumatic experience for both the baby and the parents =='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.tradeage.com/bayi-bayi-pemotong-aman-efektif-manicure-set-nail-clippers-bayi-s-10-2614168.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the baby nail clippers couple of weeks back to make our life easier =p. It really gives a small help with the design to minimize the risk of cutting the flesh, but still up to now I've mistakenly cut my son's flesh 2 times. And this morning was the worst incident ever. The blood was slowly coming out from the cut and he was crying in a high pitch voice. Thanks to the Mummy's breasts, he managed to calm himself by breastfeeding. I applied gamat oil to the cut using a piece of tissue to stop the bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pity ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaa..Now I really am feeling trauma to cut his nails~~~ At the same time I need to make sure that he won't be scratching himself with that long nails. He already got some small cut and scratches on his face that he did to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Xiyad Asytar. Ayah will try to be more and much more careful next time =(. Love you~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqnx_zY2Tw/Tw6AY8VtNiI/AAAAAAAABkI/yDT3-RFEBdU/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqnx_zY2Tw/Tw6AY8VtNiI/AAAAAAAABkI/yDT3-RFEBdU/s640/photo.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-3864444901283981185?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/3864444901283981185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=3864444901283981185&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3864444901283981185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3864444901283981185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/01/your-babies-fingers-grow-much-more.html' title='Traumatic experience'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqnx_zY2Tw/Tw6AY8VtNiI/AAAAAAAABkI/yDT3-RFEBdU/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-567590101427171186</id><published>2012-01-11T17:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:55:00.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentationnnn~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've finished watching Ra.One last night. Apparently the subtitle that I managed to download yesterday in the office (1MB je, tak effect the office's network performance pun) works!! My rating? It's like watching our own superhero movie Cicakman but with one thing plus - sexy abs ladies..ahahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a presentation that needs to be made tomorrow to the client. It's a mean of selling our service and hoping to seal the deal and brings money to the company. Well I know this is part of being a consultant but it's my first time ever doing this since the day I was called a consultant. It brings chill through my spine but at the same time, I glad that I've been given this opportunity to bring myself up another level of my life experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So just now, my colleagues and I were summoned into the manager's room and with us was also the sales manager as a listener to our pre-run presentation. After 2 of us have presented our slots, the sales manager shared his points of improvements to us. He even simulated back how it can be presented for each of our slots. OH MY GASH!!! It was like the sky and the ground - the difference of how effective one's words could be!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The way he presented, the choices of his words, the simplicity of his are truly awing. I jotted down some hints and tips that I could remember and will try to incorporate it into my presenting style tomorrow. He really think that we are not that confidence and it's really important to show our confidence to the client tomorrow. And that is what I'm gonna do tomorrow!! Cross fingers, pray for me yah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-567590101427171186?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/567590101427171186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=567590101427171186&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/567590101427171186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/567590101427171186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-are-they.html' title='Presentationnnn~~~'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-4456146919716431937</id><published>2012-01-10T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:47:53.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ra One english subs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wired.com/images_blogs/underwire/2011/11/ra.one_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie has been downloaded from youtube couple of days back. But now, I'm looking for Ra One english subtitle for it's SRT format. The subs is already embedded in the youtube video but I don't really know how to make it appears after it has been downloaded. Hmmm..Damn it!! Anyone knows how to enable the subtitle from the youtube video that you've downloaded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Poster!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-4456146919716431937?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/4456146919716431937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=4456146919716431937&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4456146919716431937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4456146919716431937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/01/ra-one-english-subs.html' title='Ra One english subs'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-3109583473750256567</id><published>2012-01-10T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T00:42:36.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wife punya pasal hilang sejuta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.astro.com.my/images/7937.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tadi bangun tido kul 10.15. Tidor lepas maghrib dengan niat dodoikan anak..bapak2 dia skali lelap. Bangun2 sambil makan malam layan Money Drop tu haa..ni kali ketiga aku tgok. Yang menarik pasangan couple muda ni haaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tetobe sampai kat satu soklan ni. &lt;b&gt;"filem apa yang diarahkan bersama Ahmad Idham dan David Teoh"&lt;/b&gt;. So pilihan jawapan dia;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm not single&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Damping Malam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. tak ingat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. tak ingat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau korang masih ingat kat blog ni aku citer, ada 2 events yg klakar bila diingat balik pasal si Cembam ni. Pasal kepercayaan. Bukan dalam relationship, tapi benda lain. Ingat lagi citer dok caya kat Cembam mana letak parking sudahnya floor lain rupanya. Ingat tak citer dia kata ada stesen minyak siap merajuk aku tak percaya upanya memang takde. Haaa...Ekekeke. Ni bukan niat kutuk saja seloka laki bini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cembam pn citer "&lt;i&gt;dah tgok dah ni ulangan yang ni...jawapan dia I'm not single&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ye eh?" aku pun percaya la..sapa lagi nk percaya kalau bukan laki sendiri...=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then aku tgok pompuan tu pn mmg pilih I'm not single...balak dia tu siap tanya 14 kali "&lt;i&gt;uiii..banyak nye letak duit situ..yakin ke?&lt;/i&gt;". Pompuan ni siap dh nak abes masa cilok lagi 60K dari jawapan yang balak dia pilih..Punya la kompiden sekompiden Cembam ni haa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekali...brapppp!!!! Jatuh lebih setengah juta pasal jawapan I'm not single tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ehhhh!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;", jerit bini aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beb...siyes beb...masa tu wa paham gileeeee perasaan itu balak. Aku pn menyelami perasaan mamat tu sambil tolak2 tangan Cembam yg dok tepi aku. Rupanya jawapan dia Damping Malam. Aku tolak2 Cembam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;ko ni..aku percaya kan ko tau tak&lt;/i&gt;" tolak lagi. "&lt;i&gt;Kata kompem&lt;/i&gt;", tolak lagi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"ehh..aku ada tgok la ulangan rasanya..kan Ahmad Idham ngn David Teoh berlakon citer tu"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;OOOOO...pasal berlakon??!!! Tadi kata kompem&lt;/i&gt;", tolak lagi Cembam. "&lt;i&gt;Karang kalau aku tak percaya kata aku tak pernah percaya...lebih setengah juta tau tak!!! setengah juta lebey!!!!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BWAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! MENYELAMI WATAK SUNGGUH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lepas tu kuar plak soalan pasal had laju di kawasan sekolah. Cembam kata masa belajar lese 30km/j. Tapi jawapan ada 45, 35 and 110. So kompem antara dua.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"yeee..orang blaja 30km/j. Dah tukar kot..amek paling dekat la 35km/j"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi contestant couple tu split duit tu 20K kat 35 and 20K lagi kat 45. Last2 tggl la 20K je diorang utk soalan terakhir. Then AC melawak, "&lt;i&gt;sepatutnya awak tau jawapan..awak kan cikgu!!&lt;/i&gt;" AC usik minah tu. Masa tu yang jawabnya aku..bwahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Saya bukan taknak percaya abang AC..memang la dia cikgu..saya nak percaya dia..tapi tulah..susah nak cakap..kang bergaduh plak..dah saya plak kena buat kerja2 rumah ni"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bwahahahahahahaha!!!! Seloka laki bini..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-3109583473750256567?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/3109583473750256567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=3109583473750256567&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3109583473750256567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3109583473750256567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/01/wife-punya-pasal-hilang-sejuta.html' title='Wife punya pasal hilang sejuta...'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-2899413730759837858</id><published>2012-01-09T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:50:48.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Car-seat training - A brilliant session!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This weekend feels like the end of the best days ever spent!! Yaa..I supposed to have a 3-week leave or even longer. But there's a new project already waiting for me and I would be one of the main resource. So long story shortened, the client wanted me to present about the system to them =='. So cuakkkss~~~ and so malas to start working again~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I left my camera and Xiyad's bag full of his clothes during our a-week balik kampung session at my sis' place. So whether we like it or not, we had to go out this weekend to fetch it back plus my sister's medical card was also mistakenly kept by me. So this time it was a very nice saiillll!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've been trying to train Xiyad to get accustomed to his car-seat coz it will be an enormous advantage if we could do so. Cembam can drive with Xiyad next to her in the car-seat without needing someone to hold him. It had been the third attempt after both of the previous attempt were only manage to retain him 15 minutes long at best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6659278705/" title="Nahdan peeking on Xiyad by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nahdan peeking on Xiyad" height="480" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7007/6659278705_4a37a1d8e1_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This time I put him in front at first and right after I shifted the gear to kick-off he already cried!!! 3 seconds!!! But I tried to make him stop crying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Xiyad tu awan putih kepul-kepul..cuba tengok luar..haaa...langit biru..takde tali pun pegang Allah buat..Allah tu maha kuasa...Ada burung..ada pokok"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And on and on and it worked!!! Right after we left the apartment's area, he stay still and just making various kind of sounds along the way. A 40-minute journey. I had to keep peeking every now and then coz I put on the car-seat's hood to avoid the scorching flare. Alhamdulillah. Even when we were having our lunch, we prepared his milk and he drank it till he felt asleep. And he remained cool and behave so good during our household shopping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it continued till I placed him at the backseat this time so Cembam can boo-chak him or have a chat with him to keep him accompany and remained behaved~~~ And Alhamdulillah. Even there were a shrieking at start till Cembam almost brought him out for breastfeeding but at the end he remained comfy and stay shut waving his tiny hands till we reach home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alhamdulillah...thank you Allah..thank you Xiyad!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-2899413730759837858?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/2899413730759837858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=2899413730759837858&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/2899413730759837858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/2899413730759837858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/01/car-seat-training-brilliant-session.html' title='The Car-seat training - A brilliant session!!!'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-360842601540484887</id><published>2012-01-05T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:27:27.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>satu ayat tak memberi makna yang tepat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam semua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru balik dari dapatkan imunisasi kedua Xiyad Asytar ni. Alhamdulillah dia nangis kejap masa orang dok pegang kaki dia. Nurse cakap kuat kaki dia. Ate dok berayun sokmo..darah keturunan raja libas le katakan..tu blum tangan tu..darah taekwondo tu. Tiap pagi dok training karate sisi bath tub tu dang dang...ahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ari ni nak citer pasal reference...rujukan...yeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai orang islam kita perlu sentiasa berbalik pada al-quran dan hadis sebagai reference bila kita nak pastikan sesuatu. Then rujuk ulama', rujuk ustaz, berguru...maknanya kalau google kat tenet tu pastikan google dua tiga sumber sebab kita takleh nak&amp;nbsp; main petik dari satu sumber je. Ate kat tenet tu kalau yg pandai main keyword CSO ke apa jadah. Yang takde ilmu pn leh dpt top carian google utk entri dia berkaitan apa yang kita cari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ternampak satu blog yg lemparkan fitnah pada Ustaz Azhar Idrus yang kian popular malah remaja dan golongan muda pn mula pergi ke majlis ilmu dia. Sampai lebih 70 ribu yang datang latest ceramah dia kat dataran shah alam tempoh hari. And biasalah orang2 macam ni memang akan kena fitnah. Ate Rasulullah yg semulia2 umat pn kena kaw2 kan...lagi la Ustaz AI ni haaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog tu letak gambar orang yahudi main gitar dlm majlis ilmu depa..ada yg keliling dengar kan. Then dia kata Ustaz AI sebar dakyah sebab kata main gitar tak haram. Setahu aku mmg takde nas atau dalil sah pasal gitar haram. Then blogger tu kata "&lt;i&gt;takkan la nk copy paste hadis kat sini&lt;/i&gt;". Apa ke bebal. Kalau nk tunjuk or prove something kena la ada bukti...haishhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ustaz Azhar Idrus punya hujah, kat syurga ada nyanyian dan muzik utk penghuninya. Jadi muzik dan nyanyian tu tak salah. Yang salah yang dengar dan buat muzik tu sendiri. Ko pergi google nmpk ada yahudi main gitar kat majlis ilmu depa ke ntah ye ntah idak majlis ilmu. Ntah2 jambori pengakap yahudi. Pastu kata Ustaz tu sebar dakyah. Apa ke bangang!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abih kalau ada gambar yahudi sembelih ayam..aku paste kat sini...sembelih tu cara yahudi. BOLEH??? Haish pala banar bernanah betul orang2 camni. Mana boleh ngok. Benda ni sama ngan cara amek petikan ayat qur'an utk buktikan sesuatu. Mana boleh main aci amek satu potong ayat yg ada maksud mirip atau sama dengan apa yang kita nk buktikan dan kata "&lt;b&gt;haa..ni ayat qur'an ada tulis camni&lt;/b&gt;" Mana boleh ngok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak semua ayat qur'an maksudnya jelas hanya dengan sepotong ayat je. Setiap ayat turun untuk peristiwa2 tertentu. Ada yang 4-5 baris utk jelaskan hanya 1 benda je. Sebagai contoh macam ada satu hadis ni kata Saidatina Aisyah meratap-ratap waktu baginda Rasulullah SAW wafat. Lepas tu terus jadi sumber utk menyokong umat islam boleh meratap2 atas kematian walaupun kita semua tau islam tak benarkan kita meratapi kematian (tak benar kan or tak galakkan tolong betulkan ye kalau salah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hampir percaya. Tapi bila kawan aku tanyakan ustaz, dia dpt jawapan. Korang bayangkan la RASULULLAH SAW...segala jenis PE* ni wafat tinggalkan umatnya. Pembimbing, Penyebar, Petunjuk dan lain2...bayangkan impak sedihnya pada sahabat2 dan keluarga baginda pada masa tu. Memang betul saidatina Aishah meratap2 sambil menampar2 muka beliau waktu menerima berita kematian tu. Saidina Umar (kalau tak silap aku) plak smpikan nak disembelih semua yg ada depan mata dia punya tak boleh terima berita tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi lepas ditenangkan, Saidatina Aishah akhirnya sedar dan berhenti meratap. Saidina Umar pn bertenang dan duduk menangis. Nampak tak. Kalau tak pakai kesuluruhan hadis/peristiwa..ko petik yang awal je..kuar la pandangan "&lt;b&gt;kita boleh bunuh orang...lagi baik orang kafir bila ulama yang kita hormati dan kasihi meninggal dunia sebab sahabat rasulullah pn buat macam tu&lt;/b&gt;". Atau &lt;b&gt;"kita boleh meratap2 tampar pipi, hantuk kepala kat dinding bila kehilangan orang yang tersayang sebab Saidatina Aishah sendiri pn berbuat begitu&lt;/b&gt;"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der...Jangan blaja sekerat orang kata....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku nk share yang ni jelah hari ni..aku pn bukan byk ilmu di dada. Mana yg aku dengar dan boleh share aku share. Tak boleh beb nak main petik sepotong ayat quran utk membenarkan tindakan kita. Memang betul ada dalam qur'an ayat "&lt;i&gt;darah dibalas darah&lt;/i&gt;"..maybe ni sebab pengebom berani mati rasa apa yg mereka buat tu betul..wallahua'lam..aku takde ilmu nak ulas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir kata, elok nk baca dan fahamkan tafsir alquran tu. tapi jangan main paham sendiri je ayat2 dia. Ada byk yg tersurat ayat2 al qur'an ni. Rasa was2 tanya la ustaz. Dan jangan terjemah n fahami hanya dari segi linguistik aje plak ye...bahaya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-360842601540484887?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/360842601540484887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=360842601540484887&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/360842601540484887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/360842601540484887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/01/satu-ayat-tak-memberi-makna-yang-tepat.html' title='satu ayat tak memberi makna yang tepat'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-3410320847129015065</id><published>2012-01-02T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T11:57:17.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live blogging'/><title type='text'>Eczema?? (==)</title><content type='html'>Ingat x ruam2 yg xiyad kena kat pipi aki citer the other day? aku post status fb tny kwan2 krim yg bole disyorkan n mmg kwn2 masing2 share krim yg depa penah pakai n berkesan utk anak diorg. Tp kalu lain punca dia, lain puka ubatnya. So aku try bedak ruam dulu. Pakai pas mandi n waktu mlm nk tydo. Alhamdulillah dia kurang skit. Xdela terus ilang tp kurang byk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cumanya cuti ni bila last day kt ganu aku prasan ada naik ruam baru. Hmm.. Padahal sejuk kt ganu tu. Jadi probably ruam alergi n bukan pasal panas la kan? And the worst thing masa nk blik kl aku spot ada ruam baru yg mcm nanah sebijik dh hinggap pipi xiyad. Mmg stat risau la dh aku. Terus bgtu cembam smpi2 kl nk singgah az-zahrah utk dptkn nasihat krim plg seswai utk ruam xiyad ni. Tp sbb dh penat, tertangguh. Nk pegi pg sbtu sblum ke cameron pn xjd sbb ramai sgt. Kami ke klinik salam kt s.alam je. Dptla krim. Tp doktor advised jumpa pakar gak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time mkin byk naik kat muka. Kerak kepala xiyad pn makin teruk. Alahaiii nk jalan2 pn rasa x sonok tok anak camtu. Plan nk stay another night kat area perak tu pn xjd sbb xle nk tgok xiyad cmtu. Cuma yg sedapkn ati aku tu, xiyad x demam n msih senyum2 ternganga nk gelak bila kita agah dia. So sedap skit ati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni pas lunch nk ke az-zahrah trus. Aku dh call n pakar kanak2 mmg ada bertugas ari ni. Salam nye klinik x bertugas plak pakar kanak2 dia ari ni cuti. Aku dlu pn kecik2 kulit kepala cmni gak, then ada kurap la, kudis la, mmg sensitip kulit. Aku still igt ujung jari aku penah luka tercucuk berus sabut. Nk jadikn citer ada duit seposen. Mengada2 la beli handiplast gi bandage ujung jari. Sekali lagi teruk sbb basah n xkering. Dh melarat 2 bulan nk baik siap tercabut kuku. Mmg tobat lpas pada tu smpi skng luka besar mana pn aku x plaster dh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni xiyad plak kena sbb darah sma jenis ngn aku. Sabar ek xiyad. Ayah try kasi sembuh usahakan ekkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4qxm-9VIERM/TwEowp5Gr2I/AAAAAAAABj4/oJl65NSpIZY/s640/blogger-image--1862916152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4qxm-9VIERM/TwEowp5Gr2I/AAAAAAAABj4/oJl65NSpIZY/s640/blogger-image--1862916152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-3410320847129015065?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/3410320847129015065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=3410320847129015065&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3410320847129015065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3410320847129015065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2012/01/eczema.html' title='Eczema?? (==)'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4qxm-9VIERM/TwEowp5Gr2I/AAAAAAAABj4/oJl65NSpIZY/s72-c/blogger-image--1862916152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-8405775019954295656</id><published>2011-12-30T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T22:01:57.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balik KL dah</title><content type='html'>Kami benti mkn &amp; solat kat hentian kuantan. Hujan renyai2 sejak dr seberang takir smpi la ke sini. Pasni cembam plak bwk keta. Hehe..buleh la elakkan speedtrap ;p. Aku kena gilir2 solat &amp; tandas ngn cembam. Time aku smyh dgar dh si Xiyad ni menangis. Cembam bg susu dulu skit sblum dia plak smyg. Aku dh siap2 anmum tp sbb dh mengamuk2 ngantuk xsmpat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni has si professor X tgh tido smbil tggu next departure. Sedap haaa tisu pas ujan ngn selimut dia. Ayah gak yg sejuk ni haaa.... Nk jmp wafa kat lanchang, dia kirim kopok leko BTB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harapnya esok x ujan le gi cameron...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----tambah update---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku smpi 7.30 td. Terus men tenis kt cyberjaya~~~ ekekeke. Beh beb!!!!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8eLRfrzHvVA/Tv3ET4VhWYI/AAAAAAAABjo/GJIkFCmSTg8/s640/blogger-image-69231581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8eLRfrzHvVA/Tv3ET4VhWYI/AAAAAAAABjo/GJIkFCmSTg8/s640/blogger-image-69231581.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LnDw80mzxzM/Tv3EVLs_xYI/AAAAAAAABjw/FHSjvXLJYWw/s640/blogger-image-1257545098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LnDw80mzxzM/Tv3EVLs_xYI/AAAAAAAABjw/FHSjvXLJYWw/s640/blogger-image-1257545098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-8405775019954295656?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/8405775019954295656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=8405775019954295656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/8405775019954295656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/8405775019954295656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/12/balik-kl-dah.html' title='Balik KL dah'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8eLRfrzHvVA/Tv3ET4VhWYI/AAAAAAAABjo/GJIkFCmSTg8/s72-c/blogger-image-69231581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-908020377545450593</id><published>2011-12-29T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:26:50.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live blogging'/><title type='text'>Professor X tepung koma</title><content type='html'>Huhu..lagi live blogging. Pagi ni cukur rambut xiyad. Aku gunting dulu mana yg buleh then kasi ayah cukur. Payaj gak nak cukur sbb rambut lembut n nipis sgt. Lama juge la proses dia. And x berapa licin sbb xiyad dh stat nk ngamuk. Wat time dia tido kat pelukan cembam nyusu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas mandi pa sume aku bg minyak kepala dia n urut slow2 kasi tanggal kerak2 kepala dia. Mak aku meseg suh letak bedak sejuk kepala dia nk kasi tak pedih bekas cukur tu. so ni tafi baru bg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dh mcm bruce willis dh haaa...ekekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aGuFlb_M1fg/TvvtBRAAWFI/AAAAAAAABjI/3O2_cI5WgIA/s640/blogger-image--541153549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aGuFlb_M1fg/TvvtBRAAWFI/AAAAAAAABjI/3O2_cI5WgIA/s640/blogger-image--541153549.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-908020377545450593?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/908020377545450593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=908020377545450593&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/908020377545450593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/908020377545450593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/12/xiyad-dh-jd-bruce-willis-tepung-koma.html' title='Professor X tepung koma'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aGuFlb_M1fg/TvvtBRAAWFI/AAAAAAAABjI/3O2_cI5WgIA/s72-c/blogger-image--541153549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-692145096811536816</id><published>2011-12-28T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T21:35:50.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live blogging'/><title type='text'>Beskar plg hangat kt seberang takir dan teluk ketapang</title><content type='html'>Huhu...aku mintak Tok tolong buat tapai pulut. Dia suh cari ragi n daun dia. Yeaaa..tok nk buat. So pg td ayah gi cari ragi tggl aku la kena cri daun jambu laut utk wrapping dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cari2 bg kat tok kul 3 ptg td dia kata xckup, skit sangat. Aku dh agak dh sbb ayah aku kata pulut dia bg tunleh wat dlm 200 bungkus tapai :) nyum nyum. So pas asar aku gi cri lg seplastik. Hehe. Baru je pass kt atok plastik daun kedua. Tok kata tapai ni wat time raya je. Pestime dia wat saja2 atas permintaan cucuntu dia (cucu menantu ye bukan cucu hantu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then jln2 ngn moto wave ayah aku ni sblum singgah pasar mlm, aku spou basikal dlm gambar ni mmg hot betil area kampung sini. Memang mana2 leh  nmpk. Dr yg bujang, budak skola, awek2, fuhh... Mmg the big thing la skang kt sini. Aku lalu jalan nk ke imah tok tu leh kata tiap umah ada. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni aku curi2 tgkp dlm pasar mlm. Mana leh letak bwh pokok, mangga ke solex ke..takut ilang kot. Mcm2 warns weh. Striking belaka. Ekal kabo nama beskal ni FIXIE. Ate kalu dia tipu aku tipu gak la. haaaahahaha. Kalu dulu warna cmni kena kutul beskal keling, skang tidak lagi~~~. Its the latest trend!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-97TCibS9v1c/Tvrv3A7jkwI/AAAAAAAABjA/urEc6Nc-l3Y/s640/blogger-image--374908227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-97TCibS9v1c/Tvrv3A7jkwI/AAAAAAAABjA/urEc6Nc-l3Y/s640/blogger-image--374908227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-692145096811536816?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/692145096811536816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=692145096811536816&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/692145096811536816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/692145096811536816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/12/beskar-plg-hangat-kt-seberang-takir-dan.html' title='Beskar plg hangat kt seberang takir dan teluk ketapang'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-97TCibS9v1c/Tvrv3A7jkwI/AAAAAAAABjA/urEc6Nc-l3Y/s72-c/blogger-image--374908227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-486891889546900752</id><published>2011-12-28T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:16:50.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live blogging'/><title type='text'>Xiyad dan susunya (==')</title><content type='html'>Smlm susu snow yg az-zahrah bg free masa deliver (free la sgt. Kompem dh kira siap2 dlm bil.haha) dh abeh haa.. Mmg buat pn jarang2 sgt. Tu bertahan 2 bulan tu. Kadang buat2 x minum pn. Tp start mggu lpas xiyad boleh minum smpi 4 OZ time pagi. Baru dia x rengek2. Mak masa tgok ari tu kata mmg xiyad x puas minum. Tu kejsp2 nangis kena susukn smpi xle nk wat keje. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, dengar nasihat.. Bg susu formula mmg nmpk la dia lg kenyang n tido n kalu xtdo pn xdela dia merengek2. Jadi susu pn abeh. Mlm td tgok kat rak tu mcm2 jenis. Saing2 dutch lady, dugro n lactogen ni yg plg murah. Adik aku last dulu mak aku bg lactogen elok je 9A haa PMR baru2 ni. 2x ganda gak rega dia nk banding ngn anmum, frisolex, snow dll. Harga susu plak baru je naik kan. Mikior le juge teman. Budak kuat minum. Ate amek susu mahal ni kang parak juge. Nk bli yg murah kang kata kedek, xpk tumbesaran anak lah, gula berlebihan la, x ckup formula kepandaian nk amek sudu bawah meja dgn magnet plak kang (penangan dakyah media massa ;p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate aku call la cembam dulu. Cembam mcm xkisah gak bli murah. Tp ayat dia "ikut la..untuk anak". Dem saikologi gak tu. Sudahnya sepakat amek anmum utk smpi umur setahun. Or bila xiyad dh stat makan bnda solid, downgrade yg murah. "alaa dia x memilih", kata cembam. Dem yakin sungguh. Tp mmg idea asal nk amek anmum coz adik ipar aku leh dptkn rega murah dr pasaran. So orait laj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi ni try bg minum xiyad ok je wpun dh tukar susu. N aku prasan sukatan susu utk anmum kurang skit dr snow. Orait la gitu kn. hehe citer anak je lately hok? Sori le sapa yg dh bosan. Ate aku liveblogging skang. Tenet 1 port je leh. Adik ipar pkai kalu, guna la Siri aku ni blogging dgn gmbr aku snap time2 tu gak. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuti seminggu ni. Tp aku harap aku apply 3 minggu diluluskn lah.nleh aku amek mykid anak aku mggu dpan. Projek bru katanya stat 2 Jan tapi...(==). K la.. Slamat bekerja sume orang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oDvBIP0H_-s/TvpydR-EyLI/AAAAAAAABi4/u5VkJ1Y1j2w/s640/blogger-image--1715441198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oDvBIP0H_-s/TvpydR-EyLI/AAAAAAAABi4/u5VkJ1Y1j2w/s640/blogger-image--1715441198.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-486891889546900752?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/486891889546900752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=486891889546900752&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/486891889546900752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/486891889546900752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/12/xiyad-dan-susunya.html' title='Xiyad dan susunya (==&apos;)'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oDvBIP0H_-s/TvpydR-EyLI/AAAAAAAABi4/u5VkJ1Y1j2w/s72-c/blogger-image--1715441198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-6888780136980140607</id><published>2011-12-26T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T15:46:38.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live blogging'/><title type='text'>From Sabak to Ganu</title><content type='html'>Kalau sblum mmg penah blik ganu dr sabak berdua. Tp kali ni bertiga dh ngn xiyad. Benti Sekinchan td bli jambu madu ngn jagung si cembam kata nk bwk ganu. Jambu madu sekilo rm7 bila cembam msuk blik keta (aku jaga xiyad dlm keta). Tau sekilo rm7 aku kuar lh bli lg rm10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jambu dr mana kak?"&lt;br /&gt;"sini punya. Kebun blkg ni yg dengan FAMA Mardi tu"&lt;br /&gt;"oo..mintak rm10 kak. Sekilo stgh ek"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mintak tawar 50sen, sekali kakak tu bg 2 kilo rm10. Aku ckp kat cembam ni sume rezeki org muka jujur innocent dn baik pekerti :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then amek LATAR kuar Sg buloh nk pendekkn skit masa pjlnn. Bila benti isi minyak, cembam suggest mcD. Aku on je cembam belanje sbb aku x gaji lg haa.. Tp sempat abehkn laju2 sblum xiyad meragam. Masuk keta tukar lampin gerak blik.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skang tgh benti kencin n smyg kt hentian Maran sbb RnR temerloh padat orang. Si xiyad ni xle tdo plak. Dia dh pndai senyum2 n cam gelak2 skit. Jadi bila xtdo dia nk org men ngn dia. Ate xdapek le kalu dh mak dia terlelap kn. Aku dok toleh2 blkg tgok xiyad dok ayun tangan kaki sorg2. Selagi x nangis ok je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K nk smyg. Cembam dh blik dr surau. Turn aku plak nk lepaskn hajat2 persendirian. Keke. 4 jam lagi ni baru smpi. 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Hari sabtu majlis simple marhaban si xiyad ni. Just jemput kumpulan marhaban je sbgi tetamu. Yg len pakcik makcik yg dekat2 je. Aku smpi sabak 11 mlm. Niat nk tolak awal petang dlm kul 4 tk dapat sebab status tamat projek aku xsure. Last2 aku tggu smpi kul 5 n blik pas emel opis aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ujan lebat plak bila dh smpi umah. So nk bertolak terus mmg xdapek ar. Kompem jem org blik keje tmbh plak ujan. Kena la tunggu pas maghrib. Tu pn renyai2 lg. Time kuar tu jiran dpn tgh nk msuk umah dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"balik kmpug ke?"&lt;br /&gt;"Haah"&lt;br /&gt;"oh baru nak jemput kenduri cukur jambul esok anak sy"&lt;br /&gt;"oh..saya pn blik ni nk wat marhaban gak ni"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lama dh dok situ tp xknal pn jiran. Kenal la muka tp xtau pape. Sekadar senyum or tahankan lif gitu je la. Bila kami kuar dgn brg2 yg mcm2 nk amek lif, jiran aku ni td dgn lg sorg kawan dia bawakkan gak brg aku. Mmg jd mudah xyah aku punggah satu2 msuk lif. Time masukkan dlm keta pn Abg Nizam (lepas dh salam n tanya nama) tolong punggah msukkan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih la jiran2 floor aku tu ek. Alhamdulillah as far yg aku tau jiran floor aku ada dak2 uniten, psgn arab, dak2 pompuan bujang, n yg len sume berkuarga. Tp mmg x penah la nm ketuk pintu kenalkn diri ke pa sume tu. Budak2 bujang pn xde la main muzik kuat2 ke apa mcm yg aku ada dgar komplen penghuni floor len. Kalau eat kduri kecik kompem sy jemput..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**entri kedua from my Siri**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-1224477992316629110?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/1224477992316629110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=1224477992316629110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1224477992316629110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1224477992316629110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/12/jiran-ku.html' title='Jiran ku'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-2409566239738564451</id><published>2011-12-23T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T12:47:43.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice support for your phone</title><content type='html'>I bought a new 3gs 2 weeks ago. It was not advisable by my friend but due to the dire situation caused by my wrong judgement the week before, we really have this strong urge to buy our iphone asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cut the story short, we bought a 3gs there and it is original, but it's an AP set or refurbish set. It works really fine but then we couldn't get the phone signal anymore. Bu its not bcoz of the phone. It was cause by the small sim stuck inside. So we brought it back to the store while fetching my 4S. They replaced it with a new set. This time they didnt jailbreak it 4 us like the first one. So no game installed at all inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing was that the phonr was actually already jailbroke. I noticed the cydia (jailbreak software) inside. But its already corrupted. So i tried to rejailbreak 4 2 nights (i didnt know anything to begin with). I successfully did it!! But the phone was locked..:(. Cemba managed to install lots of games app but cant use it for normal phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried again for nights to unlock but i read through lots of articles n guide first coz i dont want it to end up as a bricked phone ( term for unoperable phone). And the only thing to do it, well with the resource available free in the net is by using an approach that is a bit risky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end i decided to just go to the shop as i still have a-year warranty. Its just that it will cost me a bit la to ask them rejailbreak it 4 me. I recited something to let everything went smooth, no quarrel or something like that. But really, the guy welcomed me nicely, checked the phone n it was unlocked within minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask him about the unlock n he said somethg promising to be expect from a normal salesman.. But he put a chair for me while on the phone, bought me an ice tea from oldtown for waiting and continue with the phone check. I asked him to jailbreak n install games la as alang-alang it will cost me still :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coz i am still being charged. What do u expect?? But by having me coming 3 times n still maintain professional gregarious attitude is a nice plus to the customers right? Thr feeling "oh he cares" is a feeling u would look 4 when u go for complaining though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5YdOOo2pT3M/TvQGjhcr2pI/AAAAAAAABig/Qtqhj8SVzzk/s640/blogger-image-95953987.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5YdOOo2pT3M/TvQGjhcr2pI/AAAAAAAABig/Qtqhj8SVzzk/s640/blogger-image-95953987.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence i'd recommend this shop. It's located at the Mines, 4th floor. I dont what the shop name is. But if u come from the escalator in front of the cinema entrance, the shop will be the first one u will spot on ur right with the signboard "iPhone [S] sales &amp; repairs". Bear in mind they are normal salesman trying to sell their products. They might hide something from U so that's up to U to ask the truth for the rest for better selection of a product. I just share the plus side of this shop :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-2409566239738564451?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/2409566239738564451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=2409566239738564451&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/2409566239738564451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/2409566239738564451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/12/nice-support-for-your-phone.html' title='Nice support for your phone'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5YdOOo2pT3M/TvQGjhcr2pI/AAAAAAAABig/Qtqhj8SVzzk/s72-c/blogger-image-95953987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-5909220470100864141</id><published>2011-12-23T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:21:40.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wa rasa diri wa hot skang</title><content type='html'>Aku hari ni patutnya offboarding. Maksudnya habis projek ni le. Tapi ntah macam mana objektif projek ni tak kesampaian disebabkan ada jurang pemahaman expectation di antara aku, business, manager dan committee. Ate last2 nye tak dapat le sign-off dari diorang (sign of = approval ) Depa bagi masa sebulan, nak suh bagi definitive solution..DEFINITIVE ye..maksudnya takde risiko, mmg kompem itulah solution dia takde problem dh pasni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku plak just consultant yang gather information dr sume pihak and kena plak trust sumber tu. Kalu depa tipu, maka tipu la information tu. And aku kena hadam sume, kena proses and analyze satu2 dan cuba come up with solution. So skang kalu org atas tu tanya kompem ke ni best solution or approach? Ate aku nk jawab cane? Solution tu pun orang lain baru pakai bulan lepas. Apa benefits dan risiko pn depa tak tau. Tu projek depa. Tapi aku kena jawab plak? Demm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibarat Chef Riz punya menu baru...then dia bg je resepi kat aku skit cane nk buat tak detail..Ate aku yg kena masak and orang tanya..sedap ke? Haa..gitu lah..ahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudahnya sume cuti krismas, tak sempat dapat approval kena la extend aku dlam projek ni..Aku tak kisah pn. Tapi bila nk memikirkan expectation depa tu tahun depan..DAMNNN~~~ Cuma yg jadi penyedap citer plak, HQ aku ada plan utk aku dh tahun depan. Dah depa kata jgn respon pasal extension ni kat client. Depa kasi setel. Perghhh..rasa diri ini HOT gile bebeh...ingin dimiliki 2 pihak..lalalalalala~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi tak tau lah nasib aku ni..camne smpi petang ni. Tapi yang kompem aku leh cuti at least smpi 1 JAN. Yeahuuuu!!!!! Alaaa...seminggu je pun~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-5909220470100864141?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/5909220470100864141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=5909220470100864141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/5909220470100864141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/5909220470100864141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/12/wa-rasa-diri-wa-hot-skang.html' title='Wa rasa diri wa hot skang'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-6468271758916704849</id><published>2011-12-21T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:55:42.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6538785247/" title="IMG_9723 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9723" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7172/6538785247_84a77689c6_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6538794813/" title="IMG_9735 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9735" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7017/6538794813_aa30f63275_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-6468271758916704849?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/6468271758916704849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=6468271758916704849&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6468271758916704849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6468271758916704849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/12/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-4375006949237330698</id><published>2011-12-19T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T01:26:24.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despite of the bitter experience...</title><content type='html'>Wow...been days without new entries. I dont know man. When I was on my company PC, there's a feeling where your mood to blog has just been ripped out of your soul abruptly. Maybe I dont want to have any excuse that can be used if...just IF something bad happen to this project of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some feedback of the report that I emailed to the business analyst and they are lots of comments that I need to pay attention to them and I felt nervous and terrified to one extend. But when I tried to do and catch things up 1 by 1, I managed to shove those puny feeling away and thought to myself "&lt;i&gt;I still got this&lt;/i&gt;". This weekdays are gonna be challenging as I'm approaching my dateline this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past 2 weeks, I've been trying to get my hand on 1 of the smartphone. I've used my previous Sony W810i for 6 years and I do think it's time to upgrade as it's battery life is already so messed up, and most of the time I would just carrying a dead phone for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being me, since I was a child, whenever I wanted to have something significant in my life, it had never been easy. I wanted to get into my standard one when I was 7, I was late to register and Mom had to make a huge fuss to get me into the school. When I was trying to transfer school, I lost all the document in the bag that has been stolen. Every single things. But after 2 days, somebody found the bag. But I've already got a hugeee penampar from my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at my matriculation college, I was about to finish my study..I was caught up with 'curik line' problem. I only used it once to call my teacher but I was being summoned with the rest of the people who have been using the line for hundreds of hours =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in my final year presenting for my final year project, I forgot to prepare the slide show presentation and the system that were to be presented was not running as it should. Got scolded for wasting the prof's time and had to reschedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tests were sometimes felt too great but there was always a shade of light at the end of the tunnel for each and every single occasions. For example, due to not preparing the slide point of my final project presentation, I had to reschedule the time but the best part was that my prof couldn't attend it and only the tutor was attending my session. He knew nothing at all, no question and I just got A- for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the same goes to my journey of having my own smartphone, I did some stupid decision, reckless choice and ended up losing money for something so fucked up!!! But at the end of the process, I got what I want even at a higher cost. I just hope it worth the trial~~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that this phone would last at least another 5 years...Is it even possible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-4375006949237330698?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/4375006949237330698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=4375006949237330698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4375006949237330698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4375006949237330698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/12/despite-of-bitter-experience.html' title='Despite of the bitter experience...'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-4942924202700239383</id><published>2011-12-14T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T12:39:02.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordy Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I was writing about the unfortunate event that struck me to the ground last weekend. Err only that it struck me to the bed je la coz I was so depressed I tido je to let it slide =(. But I just gonna put in in the draft for the time being. Well, we've already laughed it out from our chest and move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend at my hometown, we were buying things for Xiyad potong jambul and marhaban ceremony. We bought some goodie bags and barang dapur yg diperlukan. On Sunday noon, we went to Grandma's house to meet my auntie that I've last met 2 years ago. We had a blast when the Latah Duo, Grandma and Mom were being teased so much. Ahahahaha!!! And I got to enjoy Nira nipah, 4 bottles of them..hick!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6506345529/" title="IMG_9990 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9990" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7028/6506345529_1215761da2_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6506313051/" title="IMG_9988 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9988" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7023/6506313051_1ea0aa756b_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6506328511/" title="IMG_9989 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9989" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7030/6506328511_c43c0da5e0_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6506361059/" title="IMG_9997 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9997" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7147/6506361059_3d675eeacd_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe..Xiyad always looking forward for his bathing time. He now used to it and it was such a long time since his last cry during the bath. He really enjoyed the hot water. Even during me applying the soap pn he's not shrieking anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning after subuh he will be crying mildly and moving his hand and legs while both of us catching up with the lack of sleep at night. Around 8.30A.M baru we all bangun and panaskan air. Xiyad will not cry during the wait. But after dh pakai baju sume..damn~~~~~~ Bingit telinga gueeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows how to smile more and more now...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-4942924202700239383?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/4942924202700239383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=4942924202700239383&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4942924202700239383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4942924202700239383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/12/wordy-wednesday.html' title='Wordy Wednesday'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-7313851280942828338</id><published>2011-12-09T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T01:58:17.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday random update</title><content type='html'>Huhu...yesterday's working hours was truly torturing..so coolldddd~~~ I had to put myself on mute during meetings whenever I was not necessarily needed to speak so the other participants would not hear the chattering of my teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s320x320/381569_10150418537537800_608272799_8713204_488241896_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the oversize t-shirt that I borrowed from my friend, I didn't die of shivering yesterday. Thank you bro~~ And yes my phone cover is pink..lalalaala~~~ I look sexy with that pink phone ain't I? And yes I've just recently cut my hair like that...ahahahaha!!!~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6442290479/" title="Xiyad Asytar and I by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Xiyad Asytar and I" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7028/6442290479_444d4d9142_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not mistaken today Cembam is officially ending her 44days pantang. A good timing as a Monday-holiday is waiting so I would have extra 1 day to spend at my hometown and we are planning to visit my grandma. She hasn't see Xiyad yet and if all goes well, we might also meet up with my auntie that lives in Kelantan. The last time I saw her was during my engagement day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6442323963/" title="Us!! by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Us!!" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7143/6442323963_155fabd0a4_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;**Ok sambung. Baru lepas tukar lampin itu budak dan bedung**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiyad's cukur jambul will be held on Dec 24th. Aqiqah has already been done for him. We donated the mutton to the villagers by having a small tahlil at the surau. So the Cukur jambul event would just be a simple one with marhaban like the one done for Nureen last few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6442329131/" title="Us!! by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Us!!" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7172/6442329131_fe63578222_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Asia promo is currently a hot topic and many people would surely stay up in the middle of the night to grab the seats with the best deal. Well, Bali would be on 6-9th September if I'm not mistaken. I really wanna buy tickets to Ausie to pay a visit to my sister. She already told us before hand that next year raya she wouldn't be able to come as Abang Osman is currently studying to get a certificate or something like that to get a better career opportunity in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the financial flow is hugely impacted. But the best thing about Ausie is that the government will give you money if you are not working, menganggur and Kak Wa get some bonus money for having a baby. Alhamdulillah. Everyone will be blessed with their own sustenance right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-7313851280942828338?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/7313851280942828338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=7313851280942828338&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/7313851280942828338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/7313851280942828338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-random-update.html' title='Friday random update'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-5292221850548623670</id><published>2011-12-08T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T13:49:18.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Thursday</title><content type='html'>I was trying to post Xiyad's bathing time this morning via the phone, but apparently something needs to be installed first. Bathing Xiyad is my every morning routine. He doesn't cry during the bath now. Attaboy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mildly drizzling when I was about to leave my house. I pull the throttle and managed to escape away from the drizzling zone. But only to realized that another 50m from the destination, it was a heavy downpour waiting. My god!! I couldn't suddenly stop to put on my raincoat coz I've already soaked wet just after 3 seconds. So I redah je lah till I reached the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bumpshack.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/mariah-carey-soaking-wet-angels-cry-photos.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaa..a new shoe that I wear it for the first time today is like a mini pond to my ankle. My pants and my t-shirt are soaked wet. I switched ON my lappy and asked around if somebody has the company free t-shirt that they don't even wear it and was just left in the office. I successfully got one from my friend. I changed to my friend's t-shirt and now I look like an R&amp;amp;B rapper with the oversize t-shirt. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh unfortunately I can't do much about my pant. I could only try to dry it a bit with the tissue by tapping them hard onto the wet area. Huu..Brrr...the bird is freezing...Ahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh last night when I reached home and I saw Xiyad was moving with all kinds of gestures with his hands and legs and suddenly opened his eyes wide, I tried to communicate with him and 'agah' him. Oh gosh!!! It was his first smile!!~~ I think he's entering the phase where he can spot faces and try to remember them. He's getting his eyesight upgraded!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-5292221850548623670?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/5292221850548623670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=5292221850548623670&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/5292221850548623670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/5292221850548623670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/12/cold-thursday.html' title='Cold Thursday'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-3334304171028845782</id><published>2011-12-07T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T11:30:53.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallahhhh~~~~~ ilang lagi jah~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night tennis session was a blast!!! Puas sangat main. Siap extend dari kul 10 ke 11 malam. Alhamdulillah ok je coz Cembam memang understanding orangnya (puji bermakna dalam). And it was a session with the most laughs memang terduduk2 guling2 literally rolling on the floor!!!! Mana idaknya, my friend with all his force trying to make a winner but ended up getting a home run!! Bwahahaha..kalau beginner takpe lagi..ahahaha. Aku pn wat home run double backhand...Ahahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6453595107/" title="Doing my Job by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Doing my Job" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7146/6453595107_0138a7c7cd_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Haihh..aku ilang spek lagi. Bwahahaha!!! Well, kalau memang takde announcemet or email tanya sapa ada ilang spek, maka aku officially dah takde spek rabun le. Dah le makin teruk rabun jauh ku ini. Tapi masih tak suka nak pakai selalu #modetakbolehterimahakikat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku dok wat keje pedih2 mata..aku pun gosok2 le mata aku. Then baru perasan. "&lt;i&gt;eh, mana spek aku?&lt;/i&gt;". Bwahahahaha!!! Jenuh la aku backtrack kat mana je aku pegi beberapa jam sebelum tu. Bilik air, pantri, meeting room dan surau tapi to no avail. Adeh..tahun lepas pn bulan 12 ni la aku ilang spek. Tahun lepas letak atas keta siap niat "&lt;i&gt;ok kena ingat ada spek atas ni&lt;/i&gt;". Then tukar baju, tutup bonet, tutup pintu terus blah je...Demmm!!!! patah balik pn tak jumpa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke aku kena beli spek besar skit macam Tipsarevic ni pakai??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.ibnlive.in.com/ibnlive/pix/sitepix/11_2011/tipsarevic_ap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mahai rasenya Oakley ni..haishh..tapi aku men malam tadi macam masih nampak bola. Tapi ada la byk kali aku lambat nampak bola tu so action pn jadi lambat. Huwaaa...spek lain lagi..Aku baru plan nak upgrade cermin dia jadi transition..dah tak jadi dah wehhh~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-3334304171028845782?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/3334304171028845782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=3334304171028845782&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3334304171028845782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3334304171028845782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/12/hallahhhh-ilang-lagi-jah.html' title='Hallahhhh~~~~~ ilang lagi jah~~~'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-4574104157405010002</id><published>2011-12-06T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T14:36:31.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6447757087/" title="The face behind the name by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="The face behind the name" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7153/6447757087_5b68858f18_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Xiyad&lt;/b&gt; means Kelebihan-kelebihan. It's a jamak word for Zaid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asytar&lt;/b&gt; means Charming, memikat, menawan and all other words that define it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So when I chose to name my son Xiyad Asytar, I was hoping it would mean that he would grow up to be a person with lots of talents, gifts, abilities that will attract others. Captivate them. I pray that he would become someone with captivating talents that could be of use for many things, helps many people and do many great things!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That is my &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Xiyad Asytar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;D.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Captivating Talents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's true that the original intention was to named him Hasuna Asytar or Asytar Hasuna which means charmingly goodlooking. But lots of people see and feel that the name Hasuna is somewhat girly. So I kept the Asytar and finding up a couple more options to match it with. I like a single, just Asytar maybe. But if it happens that he doesn't really assimilate (rasi) with the name like some occasions that we've heard kan, at least he has another name to be called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And while looking I was really stick to the idea of having an X as the first initial and after browsing through the Z names, I picked Xiyad =). Asytar Xiyad doesnt sound that nice plus the X is not highlighted though. So this is the history of my son's name. It was not randomly picked up or just creatively wanna make him being called by a fancy way. It was well thought =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we made appointment with the child specialist last weekend, after a while waiting a nurse emerged out of the room and was calling a name. Not many of patients left at that time and the others scattered all over the provided seats were those who already done with their business and just waiting for something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So this nurse called "&lt;i&gt;Adik Asitarrrr~~~~~~&lt;/i&gt;". What I heard was "&lt;i&gt;Adik Asitariiiiii&lt;/i&gt;". Then there was just a silence. I was looking at Cembam and we started giggling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Nama anak kita ke? Aku dengar macam nama makcik je haa..Asitari"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Ekekeke..ntah&lt;/i&gt;", Cembam was giggling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then the nurse walked towards the counter 3-feet away from her and asked the other nurse slowly but still could be heard by us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eh..X.I.Y.A.D tu ziyad la kan? ke Siyad?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We both were giggling. Cembam giggle could be heard by the nurse even..Ahahahaha!!!! Then when the nurse was right in front of us I showed him my son as a signal "dia ke?". And then she was gesturing "nama sapa?" by pointing her finger slowly at my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Xiyad Asytar"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Haaa..yelah..yelah&lt;/i&gt;", and we were asked to come into the room. Even the doctor was asking who gave the name and proposed something jokingly;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;nape tak letak Asytar Xiyad. Baru la dok depan. Ni X kena dok belakang ni"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dok belakang senang tiru time periksa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;", aku jawab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahahahahahahaha!!!! Adeh Xiyad. Is it that hard to say your name. It's just a simple common name je. I just creatively replace Z with X. That's all. I think the nurse was assuming "Asitari" is because of the 'Y'. Well I did have a thought about it. If I use 'H' instead..kang orang ejek dia abu jalan tar..Ash=abu kan? Ahahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;dok tahang nak ssuke&lt;/i&gt;" kata bini aku lepas abeh check up tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-4574104157405010002?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/4574104157405010002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=4574104157405010002&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4574104157405010002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4574104157405010002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/12/name.html' title='The Name'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-1014268145556725326</id><published>2011-12-05T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T16:10:52.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Nahdan Fitri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is Dec 5th and it was the first birthday of my nephew Muhammad Nahdan Fitri bin Muhammad Fikri. Happy Birthday Nahdan!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are our Mom's first grandson and your grandma loves you sooo much!!! Even when you were just a small infant once, you have grown up so 'antep', tough and chubby and Wak really love to gomol you everytime we meet!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/5259181437/" title="Muhamad Nahdan Fitri by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Muhamad Nahdan Fitri" height="427" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5005/5259181437_93edd0f7aa_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See, you were so small~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6162838041/" title="Fik, Nurul and Nahdan by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fik, Nurul and Nahdan" height="640" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6153/6162838041_0ea3026d40_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But now you are so tegap and you can smile easily!!! Your mom and dad are really proud of you!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/5825216732/" title="with Nahdan by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="with Nahdan" height="640" src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3093/5825216732_41cf0b5ffb_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, everyone love you!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wak nak ucapkan semoga sihat wal'afiat sampai besar, jadi budak yang pandai, patuh cakap mak ayah, senangkan mak kasi sejuk perut mak dan perut abah gak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wak mintak maap ye ari tu jatuhkan Nahdan dari sofa. Wak tak tau Nahdan tak pandai turun lagi dari sofa. Nanti Xiyad dah besar main sama2 ek...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selamat Ulang Tahun Kelahiran yang pertama ye!!!! Wak dah belikan something. Tapi semalam tak tau camne plan makan2 awak, takde sapa yang reply meseg wak jadi wak lost camtu je tak tau apa update. Tapi nanti kat kampung wak bagi ek hadiah tu!! Wak Wawa pun kirim salam gomol peluk cium kat Nahdan!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-1014268145556725326?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/1014268145556725326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=1014268145556725326&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1014268145556725326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1014268145556725326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-1st-birthday-nahdan-fitri.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Nahdan Fitri'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-6224959841064490805</id><published>2011-12-04T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T22:59:08.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCZQnc_aaL4/TtrRacQTXrI/AAAAAAAABiY/R5utEVj_Z58/s1600/IMG_9713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCZQnc_aaL4/TtrRacQTXrI/AAAAAAAABiY/R5utEVj_Z58/s640/IMG_9713.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;New LHDN building Bandar Baru Bangi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe..the picture has nothing to do with today's entry..ekekeke. The new bulding is just a walking distance from my in-law's house. The rent around here probably around RM700 and above. So those LHDN employee that are going to be relocated here, better start scouting your new house..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday we went out casually with my SIL that came all away from Kuantan. She was 1hour plus late because she ate lots of langsat...berbakul2 (orang sesat sll kan kata makan langsat). I managed to take a looong nap waiting and at the end we went out after Zuhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mines' escalator has the sticker of "no stroller" allowed all over them. But the lifts are a bit slow. I just use the escalator with Xiyad in the stroller apart of the warning. I assume it's just to ensure any accident by the customers are not gonna be blamed towards the management. Yes..yes..that must be the case. But I was really careful everytime we use the escalator and I can understand why it's a bit dangerous. You really need to carefully estimates the movement of the escalator step where you put the stroller tyres. And you need to shove them timely when it reached down or up. If not you gonna get stuck and people behind you will start stumbling and eventually crashed on your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mines sight-seeing managed to earn Xiyad 2 pairs of clothes. Thanks to Mokcik Teh for buying them for him!! Hehehehe..And then we went to Shah Alam coz my family and my auntie's were coming. We had a blast, we had the aqiqah mutton that was prepared by the gejubus chronies at my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in a way to celebrate Mom's and Nahdan's birthday. However as there wasn't any activity planned after maghrib, and Xiyad looks to be in no state to have any bowling night, we asked permission to leave and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Alamanda. Round round looking for new handbag..Hmm..Cembam bought a new handbag and was enjoying her window shopping like someone who had her first time coming to such place. Eekekekeke. "&lt;i&gt;lama tak kuar&lt;/i&gt;" katanya. Xiyad couldn't sleep soundly this time. Many times he cried and when we thought he would finally settled down after the 3rd breastfeed and Cembam was continuing her handbag hunt, Xiyad was crying again in my care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed to the Childcare room next to the toilet and changed his diaper. Hmmm...I'm impressed with Alamanda's childcare room. There are 2 rooms with sofa to make the breastfeeding more comfortable and the area outside is quite convenient as well. Xiyad was still crying after I changed his diaper and Cembam came right on time to breastfeed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the surau for Zuhur prayer and we headed home around 4P.M. It's kinda hard for Xiyad to sleep during the day, and that's why we bought the cradle at the first place. We solved the problem in a way. But outdoor, it's hard for him to get a sound sleep when he is getting used with the cradle. There are pros and cons...hmmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-6224959841064490805?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/6224959841064490805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=6224959841064490805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6224959841064490805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6224959841064490805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/12/weekend-outing.html' title='Weekend Outing'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCZQnc_aaL4/TtrRacQTXrI/AAAAAAAABiY/R5utEVj_Z58/s72-c/IMG_9713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-4960672770083654098</id><published>2011-12-02T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T01:57:51.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rezeki anak &amp; Aqiqah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was Xiyad's first shot this morning as scheduled. Well, we supposed to bring him on Wednesday at Az-Zahrah, but we wanted to save some money and decided to take it at the regular government clinic near Cembam's school. Like every other morning, Cembam would took care of some house chores while me handled Xiyad and bath him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were around 4 parents when we reached the clinic. First was Xiyad's weight-in. He put up 1.3KG after a month and now his weight is 4.3KG. Not bad. Hehehe. And while waiting for our turn and a bit checkup, I was having casual conversion with one of the dad and when the sofa was empty, I just took a nap and doze off for couple of minutes. So sleepy man~~~Ahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then Cembam woke me up coz it's time for Xiyad's shot. He cried till his forehead turned slightly bluish and his voice reached its highest peak where you got this silence at the end of the shrieking. I managed to picked some rambutan after I asked to have some from the nurse. Then the nurse advised us to consult a doctor for body check-up. The clinic doesn't have its own doctor and if we wanna meet one, we have to go to the other clinic and it needs to be on Wednesday. Hmm..I've already sacrificed half day working so we decided to do the follow up doctor appointment at the private hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We arrived home at 1.30P.M. Not sure why I should ask the doc to check my boy when what he did was just tapping on his belly which I always do and got charged RM36. Haishhh..But can't help huh? Later if something happen to the kid you gonna regret it for the rest of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This month's salary comes with a little more figure than the usual month. There was a townhall meeting held by my company and usually we just decided not to go due to the time is usually during the office hour, the works you have in the office needs to be attended and the really reason why I don't really want to go is the place and it cost me my tennis session most of the time. Ekekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But this time I went there carpooling with my friend. Cut short, we were two from those who came late and we didn't get any coupon for lucky draw. Then one of the first agenda was 5year-award. And I spontaneously said to my friend "&lt;i&gt;Damn...5 year service award. Just another 1 month for mine babe!!! Damn&lt;/i&gt;". But then my friend said "&lt;i&gt;isn't that your name?&lt;/i&gt;" while pointing at the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahahahahaha!!! My name was there. Memang rezeki anak lah orang kata. I really wanna buy new handphone but the lawyer fee needs to come first..Huwaaaa~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tXdfXkFWG1Y/TtexxcggjVI/AAAAAAAABiI/u7j6X16k6qg/s1600/IMG_9569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tXdfXkFWG1Y/TtexxcggjVI/AAAAAAAABiI/u7j6X16k6qg/s640/IMG_9569.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hahahaa..Yep that was me!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So at that moment I really believe the wisdom saying that a new addition to your family, a child would bring more sustenance to your life =) (anak ni bawa rezeki). I was really trying to find my way out of the other 8K that needs to be paid for the lawyer fee when I could probably just get 5K. So this is the 3K for it. A 5-year service award worth 3K. Thanks Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, simpan lah till the time the lawyer asked for the payment. But I took a portion out of it for Xiyad's aqiqah. Thanks to Acik, my SIL that donates a portion of the qurban cow during the Raya Haji for Xiyad. So I just need another portion or a goat for Xiyad. Mom already confirmed that last night, the goat has already been slaughtered and donated to the villagers. They held a small kenduri, err aku pun tak tau what kind of kenduri, was it mine ke apa coz I said to Mom just donate to whoever holds a kenduri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm..so Xiyad dah wat Aqiqah dah. Alhamdulillah~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-4960672770083654098?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/4960672770083654098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=4960672770083654098&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4960672770083654098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4960672770083654098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/12/rezeki-anak-aqiqah.html' title='Rezeki anak &amp; Aqiqah'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tXdfXkFWG1Y/TtexxcggjVI/AAAAAAAABiI/u7j6X16k6qg/s72-c/IMG_9569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-8699140815678576476</id><published>2011-11-30T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T02:35:31.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was circumcised at the age 10, Mom was the one who look after me dearly. I was so a crybaby back then and would easily cry whenever someone or something touched my over-wrapped dick and inflicted that cold pricking pain to it. Mom would hurriedly came after me caressing my hair to comfort me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At night I slept in my Mom's kelambu (mosquito net) next to her. When I awake in the middle of the night and looking at my mom's back, it really touched my heart and I cried as much as I could but as silent as I managed to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I prayed to Allah at that moment to give my mom happiness and let me take care of her as how he did to me when the time comes coz I really love her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of the hardship that you've endured..&lt;br /&gt;The low education that you ever get...&lt;br /&gt;The effort that you've poured to us your children...&lt;br /&gt;The tears and the laughters...&lt;br /&gt;The bitter experience along your marriage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just hope along the years of your life, we've managed to put up as much smile as we could on that radiance face of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless you, bestow you the best life here after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLfFbsAo95I/TtUltTRf4II/AAAAAAAABiA/HJubr5UV620/s1600/AMN_3817.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLfFbsAo95I/TtUltTRf4II/AAAAAAAABiA/HJubr5UV620/s640/AMN_3817.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-8699140815678576476?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/8699140815678576476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=8699140815678576476&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/8699140815678576476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/8699140815678576476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!!!'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLfFbsAo95I/TtUltTRf4II/AAAAAAAABiA/HJubr5UV620/s72-c/AMN_3817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-8105099721340230850</id><published>2011-11-29T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T16:31:00.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cradle, stroller and car-seat = 2 pieces of Federer racquet =='</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having a siesta or you might familiar to call it a nap, a doze-off a simple plain 'sleep' is one hard task for my Asytar at this stage. His medium sized not big not sepet would open wide everytime his siesta is disturbed by any clinking sounds of the fry pan or a loud thud coming from outside whenever the neighbours is shutting down their doors. He's sensitive to sound around him and got awake pretty easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow we ended up buying him a cradle. The old school version but with its own frame coz we dont have any place to put up a hook for the spring at our place. And we bought him a stroller that comes with its own baby car-seat too. How was it happened? I don't know. It happened too fast, we were looking for a diapers, then we walked upstairs browsing through the variety of strollers and next thing I know, I'm signing down the card credit receipt (==').&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But it's worth to see him soundly sleeping in that cradle where we have to put a huge pillow as the base coz we don't want him bending his spine unnaturally. He really clever though. Ngada2 pun ye. He would make a noise like "&lt;i&gt;arkkk&lt;/i&gt;", "&lt;i&gt;ehekkkk&lt;/i&gt;" after a while to attract us and begging to be bounced ("enjut"). Damn~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I advised Cembam not to enjut him that often coz we don't wanna another problem not being able to do house chores due to the need of enjut time every now and then. Plus it would be hard when we are outside or at someone else' house if he can't sleep without a cradle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday's try having him inside the stroller while we dining in Rasamas is a success. He could sleep even with occasional disturbance (terkejut2 nak bangun tu in english apa da?) from the little girl who likes to shriek and shout sitting next to us and from the guy who always anxious asking for the waiter every 1 minute and ordered air suam 15 times with his loud voice. Eekekekekeke. But when we were strolling inside Giant, Asytar could not remain in sleep and started to cry. Cembam had to head to the car to breastfeed him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, a new stage of raising my son =].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-8105099721340230850?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/8105099721340230850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=8105099721340230850&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/8105099721340230850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/8105099721340230850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/11/cradle-stroller-and-car-seat-2-pieces.html' title='Cradle, stroller and car-seat = 2 pieces of Federer racquet ==&apos;'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-4225229402824913790</id><published>2011-11-28T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T01:07:39.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al-Aqsa dan secebis sejarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tadi aku lepak2 kat blog fotografi aku yang dah lama tak apdet...almaklumlah lama dah tak buat job wedding. Tak dapek le nak apdet nye. Gambar lain sure masuk blog utama ni dulu kan..ekekekeke. Jadi aku belek satu komen baru ni dia tulis;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ni bukan masjid al-aqsa beb..ni masjid Fatimah Az-Zahra"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh..aku terus cek entri aku tu;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://efendism.blogspot.com/2011/02/taman-tamadun-islam-kuala-terengganu.html" title="Dome of The Rock, Jerusalem by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dome of The Rock, Jerusalem" height="427" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5097/5425721494_02e092d925_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ini lah gambar yang aku amek tu. Aku letak caption Masjid Al-Aqsa. Well gambar ni aku amek kat Taman Tamadun Islam Kuala Terengganu. Aku amek gambar masjid2 dia je tak pulak tefikir nak ambil gambar signboard dia sebab memang tak kenal setiap satu. Jadi aku google dapat kebanyakan imej yang mengatakan ni Masjid Al-Aqsa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lepas tanya2 dan google imej, baru la aku tau yang ni sah-sah bukan Masjid Al-Aqsa. Ada sumber kata ini Masjid Fatimah Az-Zahra, ada sumber kata Masjid Al-Sakhrah. Tapi yang paling popular depa tulis Dome of Rock je. Sempena batu besar dalam masjid ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata adik ipar aku pulak ramai yang salah faham selama ni. Al-Aqsa tu sebenarnya seluruh kawasan bertembok 4-segi tu. Dalam nye memang ada 2 masjid. Satu Dome of Rock ni dan lagi satu masjid ni;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="304" src="http://www.moonsighting.com/images/aqsa/aqsa0.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ini lagi sebuah masjid di dalam Al-Aqsa ni (mengikut keterangan adik ipar aku la ni). Tapi ramai yang berpendapat ini lah Masjid Al-Aqsa. Tapi bila google-google lagi image. Kat bawah ni la kawasan bertembok 4 segi yg aku sebutkan tadi;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.atlastours.net/holyland/al_aqsa_mosque.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haaa..kalau ikut pendapat adik ipar aku, seluruh kawasan ala-ala 4 segi ni la Al-Aqsa. Kubah kuning tu Dome of Rock. And yang kelabu tu lagi satu masjid. Ada pendapat yang kata ni sume dakyah Yahudi la saja nk kasi orang ramai kompius and berpegang pada Dome of Rock tu la Masjid Al-Aqsa, padahal yang satu lagi tu. Ni la kawasan yang Yahudi jahanam tu takluk dan rampas dari Palestine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku terbaca satu sirah nabi ni, masa Rasulullah smpi kat Masjid Al-Aqsa ni, para malaikat dah menunggu baginda. Mereka bersolat jemaah dalam ni yang mana Jibril tolak Rasulullah ke depan seraya meminta baginda mengimamkan solat mereka. Masa aku baca sirah tu siyes rasa cam sebak. Yelah, sebab Al-Aqsa bukan kat tangan orang Islam skang ni kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ada ucapan yg aku dengar datang dari seorang yang berpengaruh dan sangat faham pasal World War&amp;nbsp; dan terlibat secara langsung dalam kebanyakan perbincangan antara negara masa tu. Haa..masa ni German memang dh kompem2 menang. Sekali set2 ketua Yahudi berpengaruh ni jumpa dengan leftenan ke PM France gitulah bagitau yang Yahudi boleh tolong hasut or mintak Amerika bagi bantuan kat France utk menang perang ni.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;France setuju..tapi syarat Yahudi, depa nak Palestin. Jadi lepas setuju je, media Amerika yang masa tu dok citer pasal German yang baik2 terus bertukar berita jadi anti-german. Media Amerika Yahudi gak yang pegang masa tu. And pendek citer kalah German. Lepas perang tamat kat satu persidangan, German dapat tau Yahudi yang takde kena mengena dengan War tu dapat Palestine. So German tau la Yahudi ni cilake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tu yang Hitler start buru dan bunuh orang2 Yahudi. And nak tau pasal apa Yahudi nak Palestine. Sebab diorang punya cendekiawan yang memang arif pasal Qur'an tau bahawasanya negara yang akan mahsyur dan unggul adalah negara yang menguasai Al-Aqsa. And memang terbukti skang kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sama2 la kita doa kegemilangan islam yang dijanjikan dalam Al-Qur'an sebagai antara tanda2 kiamat besar tu dapat kita kecapi. Aminnn!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;some pics credit to google image&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-4225229402824913790?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/4225229402824913790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=4225229402824913790&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4225229402824913790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4225229402824913790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/11/al-aqsa-dan-secebis-sejarah.html' title='Al-Aqsa dan secebis sejarah'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-8643985468004011911</id><published>2011-11-25T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T12:23:48.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk time</title><content type='html'>Wow~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I don't really have time to blog this week. This new project is a feasibility study that requires me to analyze the given issues from every perspective so that our report would cover almost every inches of the scenarios and a vast choices of possible solution. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for this week's office life~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiyad? Yeah..Xiyad is a-month today!!! Yeay!! He's been getting longer, growing but his body doesn't change much. Slim like his dad. His cheeks are fluffier and he needs milk more and more. Last night I really really had to try giving him formula milk. My Mom has been advising me to give him bottle milk but I really want Xiyad to breastfeed as long as he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I pity Cembam coz everytime after 40minutes breastfeeding session and he was dozing off, but when Cembam put him on the bed, less than 30 minutes he would open his eyes, moving here and there and starts crying again. And we rub our fingers under his lips, he gave us the sign that he needs milk. He's thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Cembam has been breastfeeding him so frequent. Cembam is OK with it but it just limiting her movement. We agreed to keep breastfeeding him but if Cembam exhausted by doing so, then we would add a formula milk into his meal plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when Cembam was taking bath, Xiyad was crying non-stop, I decided to prepare the formula milk. I know that formula milk is richer in taste unlike Mom's body milk. So I put just little milk powder, less than the prescribed one to imitate the taste hoping Xiyad wont say no to his Mom's milk after tasting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half bottle..he dozed a while but then continued with Cembam breast milk. Hmm..memang kuat minum. So now the plan is to use the formula milk if necessary but we gonna prepare it with less milk powder. I hope it works to ease up the time of breastfeeding but keeping him breastfed as long as it takes=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-8643985468004011911?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/8643985468004011911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=8643985468004011911&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/8643985468004011911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/8643985468004011911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/11/milk-time.html' title='Milk time'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-6037836882840424230</id><published>2011-11-22T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T15:33:37.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first stressful day ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMA..I'm so sleepy. Last night routine was a bit messed simply because I watched football final between Indonesia and Malaysia till the last penalty kick like most of you did and the next thing you know, it's already 12A.M!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I put Xiyad into bed and he was already wearing his diaper for 4 hours. (We keep track on hours of using coz we dont want Xiyad wearing the same diaper for too long). In the middle of the night he shrieked and cried for milk. Usually I would change the diapers first but I was sooo sleepy last night. When Cembam patted me to change his diapers, I just said "&lt;i&gt;ngantuk&lt;/i&gt;" and luckily after breastfed, Xiyad back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But U know when your mind was set "alaa..anak tak tukar lagi lampin", your sleep was a bit messed. Your subconscious keep telling you to wake up everytime I heard Xiyad's voice and after a couple of pejam-celik, at 5A.M Xiyad was crying. But a soft one. I felt totally awake, ON the light and started to change his diaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha!! It's supposed to be a quick one but Xiyad likes to poo and pee when he feels so comfortable with dried butt. So when I was about to finish changing "&lt;b&gt;ZUSSSSSS!!!&lt;/b&gt;" A sprinkle came out of nowhere!! I had to block it with my palm. Then "&lt;b&gt;PREEETTTT&lt;/b&gt;" a bubbly yellow poo was coming out and you need to hurriedly wipe it with the toilet tissue. Ahahaha!! Mana tak cerah mata aku!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I thought Xiyad had really finish his business, then I changed his diaper and gave him to Cembam to be breastfed. Only then I could sleep solidly. Hehehe. Ragam being a Dad~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually last weekend, Xiyad and Cembam were already going out of the house to join my family attending my uncle's wedding ceremony. Well I mean kenduri anak dia la. It was in Malacca and the original plan was to let Cembam and Xiyad by themselves was quickly changed when Mom said "tak bawak ke?" - green light. Then I asked Cembam if she wanted to follow and she said OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We just have to put the mattress, preferably a thick one on your backseat. It's quite big so Cembam can also sit on it (Cembam pn kena jaga juga) and Xiyad is lied down all the way. Abah co-driver. The best part is that Xiyad really enjoys sleeping in the car. Maybe that rocky feeling macam didodoi kan. Perhaps it's time for cradle. Who knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So when we arrived at our uncle's, we were under the limelight. Everyone was asking "&lt;i&gt;eh..dah ada anak kecik diam2 ko. Berapa bulan&lt;/i&gt;?". And when I answered "&lt;i&gt;26 hari&lt;/i&gt;", everyone was expressing all kinds of responds. "&lt;i&gt;Memang rock..mak bapak moden. Kalau orang2 tua dh kena marah ko&lt;/i&gt;". Hahahaha!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had to answer the same to couple more people before entering the house and put Xiyad in the livingroom under the fan. And alhamdulillah he didn't cry and just moving his legs and hands like always. Cembam took the turn to eat first. When the bride and groom has arrived, took some pictures, then we asked for ourselves (minta diri) coz we wanted to go to my friend's wedding at Muar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abah knows this friend of mine and he volunteered to tag along. So we headed to Muar even with all those crooked one-lane road before emerging into the highway. The map from the FB card was on my hand and just 15 minutes of using it I've already knew that the map is so screwed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I drove by instinct, entered the Muar city, emerged out and still lost. I improvised my navigation skill and managed to sort out the puzzle of the map. Only that now, the traffic lights are not as mentioned in the map. I tried to call my friend (i've already advised him to switch on his HP, always carry it or just let somebody holds it and he said OK), but I couldn't reach any of his numbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've been wandering for almost 2 hours. I tried to call my friend's brother (stated in the card), no one picked up. I called the house number, someone picked up and said I was in the correct road, just need to take a U-turn and find Jalan Bakri. To no avail, no sign of Bakri I asked the petrol pump and she said I'm still on the correct direction and advised me to drive straight ahead and the signboard would be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I managed to find the Bakri signboard, followed back the map but still no luck. After almost 2 hours, we are so tired, bayang la bawak wife dalam pantang plak lagi, bawak my dad just to attend semangat ni kan..so kena la try my best to find. Dah sampai Muar pun. But finally I really gave up after I couldn't reach anyone anymore and left Muar towards Malacca. I texted my friend and looking for Mamak Restaurant. I wanna change Xiyad's diaper and had a nice hot roti canai and teh tarik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I couldn't find any, even malay restaurant on our way. Reaching Bandaraya Malacca, we spotted some restaurants but they were all closed. Mamak tutup??What the hell!!! Then, it was one of my veryyyyy rare stressful day, I took a turn into Jusco Malacca coz we didn't really know where to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cembam and dad waiting at one of the table with Xiyad on it and I went to buy the drinks and some bread. Fart!!! The drink service/counter was sooo slow!!! And air tak sedap!! Fart you!!! Hot drinks are sold in a different counters!!! Had to queue again!!! And the one making the drinks had to wash the mugs first while us waiting. Fart you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Memang I think the first time kot I feel how a STRESS was!!! After sembahyang while Cembam changed Xiyad's diaper in the car (tak jumpa tempat tukar lampin. the proper one tu), we left Malacca heading back to KL. Really stress weh. Sleepy drive and rasa macam tak sampai2!!!! I was cursing all the way but slow enough so Xiyad wont hear them. =p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haish..my first stressful day indeed!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-6037836882840424230?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/6037836882840424230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=6037836882840424230&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6037836882840424230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6037836882840424230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-first-stressful-day-ever.html' title='My first stressful day ever'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-3294779809459400865</id><published>2011-11-19T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T19:11:50.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's always 'bad wind' blowing whether you do the bad thing or the good thing</title><content type='html'>Satruday is passing by the way that I didn't actually plan it would. But you can never stop the time huh? My Mom came last night to see her 2nd grandson for the 2nd time. Heee..it's always a magical moment everytime Mom handles her grandchild. Xiyad or Nahdan would surely just quiet and make some gestures without a bit of a cry at all. Even thigs that usually made them cry, but when they are handled by my Mom, they are like so happy to be handled by their grandma =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sleepy today right after Mom and my sis leaved our house I took a nap till 12 noon and hurriedly went to Amer Restaurant to buy us lunch. Hehehe. But I just bought a fairly adequate portion of lunch coz I really wanna cook those 'barang basah' that I bought last Wednesday. Plus, I can save a bit money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been sharing lots of my own green-experience as a new father here in my blog. But I just want to make 1 thing straight ok!! I'm not sharing it here to show you how great of a father I am (well if that's what you feel by reading my entries) or how saint of a husband I am. I shared merely because I love putting up a digital journal which in most occasions proven useful in the future. I just simply share it here because that is what a blogger like me would do and maybe a tiny little speck of aspiration would spark inside of you, my readers from them. Maybe when you read them you might think, "&lt;i&gt;oh boleh je tunggu wife dlm labour room&lt;/i&gt;" or "&lt;i&gt;ooo..Uri tu tkyah la nak cucuk pensel or wat macam orang2 tua kata&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my point? Things I've shared might be useful to others but if to some others it sounds like bragging or whatever it seems to be, then there's no obligation for you to read and finish them at the first place aren't there? Why bother reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a month being a father, I learned and I heard types of fathers out there. I personally grew up looking on how my mother would raise my brothers and sisters with a very little 'touch' from my father. He has his own way in pouring his love towards us. And surely he was not the one who changed diapers for my sisters and brothers. Maybe that is the very reason why I have more experience in handling babies because to compensate what Abah lack, somehow Mom managed to nurture the way of loving a baby and how to handle them to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that my FIL was also the same as my Abah. And throughout chatting with my friends, it's pretty common for a father not really waking up in the middle of the night to assist their wives on the crying babies. It's common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, its really simple. I love kids especially little babies. I can stare at them sleeping while lying on my chest coz I love to see the faces that they make during their sleep. That muncung, terkebil2, that yawning and etc. I just love them. But then some would say that you can't be separated by your child. And it's being assumed as the main reason why I fetched back my wife and my son without too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other hand, when I said that I wanna play tennis and gonna be home late, then some other people would say "&lt;i&gt;anak kecik pn nak main gak..takleh tinggal&lt;/i&gt;" and the way they said that macam I don't give a damn at all, lepas tangan about my kid. You see, when you really care about your kid, they might say "&lt;i&gt;takleh berenggang langsung&lt;/i&gt;". And when you just wanna play tennis till 10P.M and got home a bit late they will say you dont really care or help your wife. And when you care a lot and share it in a blog they say you just wanna brag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~sigh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't really satisfy everyone can you? But it's really common. Even when I said I still wanna play tennis last night to Cembam when my Mom planned to come, she even said &lt;i&gt;"takleh tinggal tennis dia"&lt;/i&gt;. It pissed me a bit and I replied "&lt;i&gt;macam la balik umah tu aku terus tido tak tgok langsung anak tu. Balik nanti aku gak yang urus kan? Aku gak la yg pat dia tgh2 malam tiapkali dia wekkk..aku gak tukar lampin&lt;/i&gt;". Biasala bertekak laki bini in marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my point is, I know that during night my son will sleep really easy. It's not like during the day. So it doesn't do any harm to play during the night and got home later. My Mom pn kata "&lt;i&gt;dok main gak ada anak kecik&lt;/i&gt;". The thing is, even anak tu 2-3 years it's gonna be the same. Trust me. The word "&lt;i&gt;tinggal anak&lt;/i&gt;" will always appear no matter what the reason is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fortunately so far Cembam is being so understanding and it's the greatest bond of our marriage. Cembam texted me last night "&lt;i&gt;ok..balik kul 9 tau&lt;/i&gt;" not because of Xiyad but because it's a bit awkward my mom came but I was not at home. But I decided to come in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, whatever la people said the most important thing is that your partner understand you. So when people said things about you, your partner would be the one backing you up because he/she knows you better. And you out there should always look to your partner's contribution everytime you spot their lacks. Your husband might be a kaki bola keluar tgok bola kat Mamak, but maybe bila balik he's the one doing the chores to compensate that bola time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know your partner better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-3294779809459400865?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/3294779809459400865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=3294779809459400865&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3294779809459400865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3294779809459400865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/11/theres-always-bad-wind-blowing-whether.html' title='There&apos;s always &apos;bad wind&apos; blowing whether you do the bad thing or the good thing'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-5642624770728966480</id><published>2011-11-18T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T15:12:24.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than never know your talent</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, soccer or football was surely an old-time game that I enjoyed so much. I mean, there's not so much options left to play as a kid with your peers though and in a bigger group. Soccer was always the uniting medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't play 'baling selipar', zero-point, hide and seek, badminton (coz I never had a racquet till I bought it with my own saved money when I was 14) or 'Jadi jadi'. I mean yah you can play them to kill your every evening with your sisters, brothers and the neighboring kids. But if we talk about a GAME, a proper sport, then soccer it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 9, during the PE session my teacher asked us to kick the ball and he was the goalkeeper. Most of my friends kicked the ball trying to score as hard as they could. At that time we were like "&lt;i&gt;pergh..terrer nya Cikgu Mokhtar jadi Keeper&lt;/i&gt;". Then Cikgu rolled the ball to me and asked me to try. I was getting ready, but then I smirked and said "&lt;i&gt;eh taknak la&lt;/i&gt;" and asked my other friend to kick instead. I was malu. And I was not selected as a school player for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I competed in a 200M running, I didn't really know the spirit of 'competition' and I just ran as I like and even laughing when I looked at my friend on the last lane jumping here and there ouch ouch because the lane had a 'semalu'. Hahaha. And of course, I didn't win the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got to grasp the real meaning of competition when I entered my 15th year. And slowly I tried to become better in everything I do. I tried to play badminton as best as I could, I learn how to 'lipat gulung' so I could be the school representative and I made it. Years later when I played one evening with an old friend that hadn't see me for 3 years, he was saying "&lt;i&gt;aku dengar ko terrer takraw skang&lt;/i&gt;" and he was shocked on how I could 'lipat' the ball. Well I guess he should be shocked because the old me was so aloof tak bertempat and it limited my talent to be polished as it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..I suddenly wanna talk about this because last night while looking at Xiyad moving his hands and legs tak reti nak diam, zass here and there, I chatted with him on what he gonna play when he grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Nak main bola sepak ke? Senang ngat bergaduh bola sepak ni, tu ayah tak baper minat tu"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I talked to him about how I got my very first soccer shoe which costs RM8.50 made by kain, so when you played in the field, even embun pn can make your shoes so wet. And as far as I recalled, my parents didn't buy that for me. I think a friend of mine sedekah to me because he had a new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. Sport is a really great medium to be discipline to know how to be passionate, to be ambitious and you got lots and lots of friends in the process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-5642624770728966480?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/5642624770728966480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=5642624770728966480&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/5642624770728966480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/5642624770728966480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/11/better-late-than-never-know-your-talent.html' title='Better late than never know your talent'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-1404509190377263183</id><published>2011-11-17T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T13:31:25.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many lies would hurt when you r actually telling the truth</title><content type='html'>I'm still thinking whether to go to the office after lunch or just spend the whole day working from home. Hmmm..But today I could see how things are at home during my working day with Asytar. He really is giving a hard time to Cembam. Ye lah, after he's full, he would or he might doze off. But sekejap sangat. If Cembam is in the middle of something, berak ke, mandi ke...she wont manage to finish..dh meraung that little Xiyad Asytar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now when he was crying like that I tried tukar lampin cam OK plak diam. But then nangis lagi. Even sometimes after breastfed taknak tido. Tak tido senyap takpe...Ni keep on crying la plak. Huhuhuhu~~~ Cek kembung pn sudah, macam OK. Haishh...Satu hal plak la Ayah and Mak nk try to understand what you really need =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6328740919/" title="Xiyad Asytar by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Xiyad Asytar" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6105/6328740919_1ab48a9fbf_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;paaa la ayah ngan mak ni..takkan sy nak cakap "&lt;b&gt;eiii..tak kuasa ada taik kat bontot..lap please..&lt;/b&gt;" sbb sy takleh ckp lagi...sy nangis je laa...hahahahahaha!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ni ni aku confuse and concern skit. Yelah, dalam berita just now ada citer pasal Balai Polis ilang duit? Wow?? Dah macam hollywood film ni. I'm imagining a conspiracy like one of the film say&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"the richest place after bank is the compound lot"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And in the news they denied that the loss is USD30K as being rumored but just RM11,700. Ok, actually I'm not really wanna talk about this but more on "&lt;i&gt;the quality of the news&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, we all know the news here in Malaysia are always twisted especially those related to politic. And everything reported in the news usually are those that have been politicized and surely enough that they are always one-sided. So ugly but that's the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So my concern is, IF for example there's a true story of Anwar or Mat Sabu or any opposition leads that are so corrupted or so evil and being reported in the news, do you think the people would believe them? Especially those who are siding with the opposition??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean really...please...can the news be more dignified and more truthful? Whenever any news aired in TV3 about corruption, riot or whatever which usually focusing on the states hold by the oppositions, I really really want to believe any of it. I really wanna believe that "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, PKR ni pn wat keje tak betol sangat..hmm..nak kena cek n nilai ni&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;". But usually when we go to the relevant websites, there are always explanations from their side and I will always get the image "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;alaa..berita twist citer lagi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I really afraid!!! Really really afraid if kalau mmg ada very evil or twisted or corrupted people in the oppositions that keep being reported for their evildoing (and most of it lebih pada fitnah or one-sided story), but out there the people will keep saying "tipu punya berita".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If kalau betul Anwar lepas ni kantoi gay and sodom someone. Or take a bizarre example, you!! Yes you!!! One day balik keje terserempak with Anwar ke kan, lepak2 balik umah kena sontot!! Then you reported to the police and masuk berita pung pang sana sini!!! Do you think people will believe you???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kompem orang kata ko kambing itam BN lah apa lah!! Why? Sebab dh terlalu kerap fitnah and berita yang tipu and one-sided that we have been fed until to the extend we don't believe almost anything!! Tu if related to opposition. Kalau yg memang Gomen related. You kena pukul ke dengan Pak Menteri, kompem kena cover cerita.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Im not siding to any sides, I just hope you readers can understand my concern. Too many lies would hurt when you are actually telling the truth!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-1404509190377263183?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/1404509190377263183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=1404509190377263183&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1404509190377263183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1404509190377263183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/11/too-many-lies-would-hurt-when-you-r.html' title='Too many lies would hurt when you r actually telling the truth'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6105/6328740919_1ab48a9fbf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-50766365403924992</id><published>2011-11-16T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T17:56:18.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless..eh speechless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XAf9Rqp5Zwg/Trn3wtZOmPI/AAAAAAAACSs/hoZayzbUotk/s1600/5.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zarina Ann Julie or Anjoulie Lavocah latest update on her FHM page spreads. Ramai yang maki2 dia tapi dia jawab "&lt;i&gt;haram le kunun..tp time tgok dok gosok2 bebird gak kan? Tak senonoh&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngahahaha!!! Ada betulnya..(eh tp aku tak gosok bebird yeee) kome dok kutuk2 tapi cari n google gak nk tgok..Bagi aku no komen je. Cumanya kontra la dengan citer sebelum ni;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i965.photobucket.com/albums/ae131/rotikaya/anjoulie-lavocah-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk aku? Dedah la macam mana pun..aku enjoy je the view..ahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pics credit to google image search &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-50766365403924992?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/50766365403924992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=50766365403924992&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/50766365403924992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/50766365403924992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/11/wordlesseh-speechless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless..eh speechless Wednesday'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XAf9Rqp5Zwg/Trn3wtZOmPI/AAAAAAAACSs/hoZayzbUotk/s72-c/5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-1902756331224893006</id><published>2011-11-15T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T14:10:33.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantang kat sini je sudahnya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yep!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cembam &amp;amp; Xiyad dah ada sini dah. Merasa la pantang almost 2 minggu kat Ganu..hehehe. After careful consideration, but you could say a very impulsive one decision, we agreed utk habiskan pantang kat sini je. Salah satu main sebab is aku kena menumpang lagi rumah adik aku kat S.Alam tu sebab takkan nak dok berdua ngan adik ipar aku. Jarak nak gi keja jadi makin jauh plak..so bila Cembam rasa macam a bit struggling masa kat Ganu nak nak plak time tu Xiyad baru stat meragam asal celik nangis asal nangis nyusu, lama plak tu, asal nyusu berak, asal berak nangis, asal nangis celik mata, asal celik lapar..haaa..gitu le kitarannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So bila Cembam rasa bila ngan aku at least tgh malam tu aku yg selalu tukar lampin and masa tunggu dia leh tido2 dulu and just celik nak susukan anak je kan. Jadi dia ada lebih masa skit la utk tido. Kira bila ada aku cut in half le task dia..ke lebih half? hehehe. Memang kalau ikut aku dari awal aku prefer pantang sini je. Cuma masalahnya bila aku keje, sapa nak masak kan tgok kan apa sume kan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So balik raya haji alang2 stay la kejap. Tp lepas plan mengejut nak balik sini, elok2 plan nk gi kenduri sabak terus lencong masuk Karak balik Ganu. On the way to memang mintak Cembam explain kat mak ayah dia kenapa nak balik. Aku taknak la ada kecik ati bwak balik sini macam tak caya depa jaga kan.Sebab itu bukan isu dia pn. Mak mertua aku byk gak tolong2 tgok kan Xiyad. Prepare tilam2 sume haa..Jadi it's very important la yang our decision nk balik KL semula ni tak menyinggung perasaan mertua aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And cara mertua aku dan famili aku berkomunikasi amat berbeza. Famili aku utk hal2 mcam ni kami akan susun butir bicara elok2, tanya betul2 depan2 sapa terasa, OK ke tak and terus dapat jawapan. Tp famili mertua aku in a way tak kisah sangat..tp sebab tak kisah sangat ni susah plak nk truly tau apa respon and perasaan depa..hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi aku trust apa Cembam ckp n she said mak mertua aku faham and percaya kat aku jaga. Ayah mertua aku pn tak kisah, so dh dpt kepastian ni aku pn menghala balik ganu. Bila smpi alhamdulillah tak rasa awkward atau ada aura "&lt;i&gt;oii..tak caya kat mak ke nk bawak KL ni&lt;/i&gt;". So aku syukur sangat and dipendekkan citer anak and wife aku ada sini dah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kena benti lebih dari biasa. Dekat Bukit Besi nye RnR aku berenti and tanya satu gerai ni yang kami ada bwk bekal. Boleh dak makan bekal tu kat meja sini tp order air. Adik tu kata OK, so bwak la kuar tilam, baring kan Xiyad atas meja and kami pn lunch. Lepas tu tukar lampin plak. Xiyad ni time tukar lampin suka beno nangis macam kena pijak gayanye..haishhh..bikin malu tol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then berenti kat Gambang sebab mak dia plak lapa. Ada bilik tukar lampin so kami pn tukar lampin situ. Dah nak siap tu Cembam kata dia nk gi cari roti so aku setelkan la si Xiyad ni sume and tunggu kat area2 situ. Ada sorang pakcik ni lalu tanya baper bulan? Aku jawab 18 hari...dia berlalu, tp datang balik bagi Rm1 kat anak aku. Mekasih pakcik utk niat ikhlas sumbangan tu yee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila Cembam smpi (lama gak, tunggu roti katanya) aku melawak "&lt;i&gt;punya lama..sempat mengemis tau..Haa..dapat singgit ni haaa&lt;/i&gt;". Bwahahahahah!!!! Then letak depa dalam keta aku gi smyg sat. Lebat sangat hujan masa ni. Nk smpi tol gombak sangkut sebab ada minyak tumpah kot kat lane konon aku lalu diorg mcm tabur serbuk kayu. So situ je la sangkut nya. Lalu MRR2 aku kagum tak jem kat Pandan Indah. Upanya dah berfungsi dah flyover yang memang terus masuk Pandan Indah tu. Niceeee~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi skang ni nak gi keje pagi tu aku mandikan dulu Xiyad, jaga dia sementara wife aku mandi, then masakkan simple2 utk lunch or maybe merangkap dinner skali. Tapi sayurnya je la. Ikan ngn nasi Cembam sendiri goreng lah. Alhamdulillah lepas urut and dh dekat 20hari ni dah bertenaga skit dah dia. Leh sapu2 pagi2 tu kan...So gitu le rutin dia yg wat kami selesa abihkan pantang kat sini. Time Cembam buat house chores, aku settle kan baby dan sebaliknya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-1902756331224893006?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/1902756331224893006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=1902756331224893006&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1902756331224893006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1902756331224893006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/11/pantang-kat-sini-je-sudahnya.html' title='Pantang kat sini je sudahnya'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-8298329142061440878</id><published>2011-11-14T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:54:40.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaring Mandi Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6332564740/" title="x3 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="x3" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6117/6332564740_fdb7ab5ee8_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak tau apa depa panggil jaring ni punya official name kalau korang nak cari kat kedai baby..tp kalau sebut kat org kedai tu "&lt;i&gt;jaring utk mandi&lt;/i&gt;" kompem depa paham kot. Jaring ni makcik Su aku yang bagi. Aku memang takde problem nak mandikan anak aku n yakin je nak pusing sana pusing sini masa mandi, tp dengan adanya jaring ni...memang lah lagi mudah keje aku. Kalau dulu aku letak air dalam bath tub dia ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skang takde dah..skang aku letak air dlm baldi, bath tub kosong. Jadi bila letak Xiyad atas ni, aku boleh curah air terus atas dia. So air mandian dia lagi terjamin bersih dari cedok tangan air dr bath tub n alir kat dia kan. And kalau Xiyad shi shi time mandi ni, aku tak kisah pn kencing dia jatuh dlm tub ni sebab air mandian dia dari baldi bukan dari tub tu dh. Haa..kalau takde jaring ni payah skit la nk wat camtu dengan baby yg ko kena handle really careful kan, tengkuk tak kuat lagi. Boleh tapi susah skit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And jaring ni lagi laaa sangat membantu kat parents yang agak takut2 and tak berani nak mandikan budak kecik2 umur tk smpi sebulan haaa..So it's a nice baby stuff yang korang leh sediakan la utk your upcoming babies yeeee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-8298329142061440878?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/8298329142061440878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=8298329142061440878&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/8298329142061440878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/8298329142061440878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/11/jaring-mandi-baby.html' title='Jaring Mandi Baby'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6117/6332564740_fdb7ab5ee8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-7227978057421179014</id><published>2011-11-11T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:04:56.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bai'atul Ridhwan and Hudaibiyah Agreement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6331803385/" title="My beloved son by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="My beloved son" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6117/6331803385_2fa8d11023_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Awwww~~~~ A nice moment captured by Cembam from one of the shots taken during my last evening with Xiyad before taking my flight. He was like communicating with me while I was trying to put him into sleep with Selawat Shifa' as a lullaby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kecoh la since last night about today's gorgeous date of 11.11.11. Well, it really is a nice date and the fact that it falls on Friday surely gonna make a huge numbers of Tok Kadi out there being called to perform the sacred akad nikah for those loving couples all over the continent. Selamat Menikah to all yah~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm working from home today because after Friday prayer, my company is holding a townhall session where the attendance is a compulsory. My manager approved for me to attend it, well honestly I prefer if he didn't approve it though. Ahahahahaha!!! This time it's gonna be held at MAS academy ke apa at Kelana Jaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last 2 weeks' khutbah was a nice one. Me being one of those who could hardly open my eyes throughout the sermon was easily attracted by the topic that was being preached. It was about Perjanjian Hudaibiyah, the history, the short yet entertaining story of what happened during that day when a group of Muslimin was being obstructed by the Musyrikin from entering Mekkah to perform Hajj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The khutbah was strengthened by the big slideshow that pointing up the main points of the story and it really was one of the nicest khutbah I've ever listened to. How Osman b. Affan R.A (if I could recall correctly) was sent as a messenger of peace. But due to his lateness of coming back, a rumor said that he was killed by the Musyrikin. During this point, the Musyrikin were so spirited to annihilate the small group of Muslimin who were physically not ready for any fatal contact or war because they were coming as a hajj group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After hearing the rumor of Osman, Rasulullah under a tree (there's a name of this tree) announced a bai'ah which is called Baiatul Ridwan where they swore under the name of Allah that they will fight to their ends, with their lives on the line to the death of Osman R.A. The scout from Musyrikin heard about this and reported the news to the leader. Just because of this Bai'ah which lifted the spirit of Jihad among those small group of Muslimin, the Musyrikin's cocky confidence at first was ripped apart. They were now starting to fear those small numbers of Muslimin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So they set a meeting to create a contract which is known as perjanjian hudaibiyah. They informed Rasulullah that Osman was safe and they started to negotiate the terms and conditions of Hudaibiyah Agreement.&amp;nbsp; To cut short, the terms and rules were a huge disadvantage to the Muslimin until one of the Sahabat was being shaken by it till the point that he started to doubt Rasulullah. But Abu Bakar as-siddiq managed to calm him with his wise word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the end, the muslimin had to go home without performing the Hajj coz in the agreement they can only start to perform Hajj every year starting next year. But an enormous impact of the one-sided Hudaibiyah Agreement slowly taking its token. One of the rule was that any Mekkah people that went to Madinah even by their own desire needed to be sent back by Rasulullah to Mekkah. They complied to the rule but those who were back from Madinah were the one spreading the sacred teaching of Islam throughout Mekkah until it prospered greatly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And every once a year, the group of Muslim that came with all white Ihrams marching into Mekkah while chanting "Labbaikallahumma labaik, labaika la syarika laka labaik" brought chill in the Musyrikin's spine and slowly their hearts were shook by the greatness of Islam resulting more and more of Mekkah citizen embracing Islam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Allah knows the best even from our eyes, it looks like a rubbish situation yah? The Imam was even asking us the listeners if we were among them during the agreement, would we be the one raising voice to Rasulullah saying how how stupid he was to comply with the one-sided terms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MasyaAllah~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-7227978057421179014?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/7227978057421179014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=7227978057421179014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/7227978057421179014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/7227978057421179014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/11/baiatul-ridhwan-and-hudaibiyah.html' title='Bai&apos;atul Ridhwan and Hudaibiyah Agreement'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6117/6331803385_2fa8d11023_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-812464806484196220</id><published>2011-11-10T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T12:17:49.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The chores of the handsome Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arriving home after work yesterday is like being a vampire which needs to enter his coffin for years of slumber. Not even a sound of a fly could be heard. The fading smell of the flowers bouquet that I received last week is becoming weaker every passing minutes. But I just gonna wait till they all dried up before throwing them away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the living room, 2 pieces of (pieces ke?) mattresses that we laid in front of the television to ease Cembam to do her daily activities last week are still there. Xiyad's rubber mattress folded in two (ke into two?) with a colourful polka-dot cover was like projecting a live-view replay of Xiyad lying on moving his hands and legs doing rotations and all kind of shapes. *mode feeling rindu2an*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6328843535/" title="Doing the chores by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Doing the chores" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6046/6328843535_f32d8999c8_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehehe..this was one of the chores that I handled last week. Folding the dried clothes while Xiyad was on my lap. We tried not to put him on our laps too often coz it might spoil him and it's gonna be troublesome if he keeps on wanting to be treated like that. Well, there's a limit of pampering don't you think =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6329540730/" title="IMG_9533 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9533" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6213/6329540730_e3e4a304f0_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a bit flustering when the aunties came visiting and they keep praising me saying that I'm such a nice husband and dad for really fond on handling my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooo..berahi dok cara anok dia...baguh ar senang mok dia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mujur ayah dia pandai jaga, tu baby dok pandang muka ayah dia je"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sayang ngat ayah awak ke awak..tak tinggal langsung dok tepi je"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"kalau camni beranak lagi banyak2 pn takpe. Tengok sampai berapa orang leh dia cara"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cara in ganu slang means look after, layan and i think lots more meaning. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I guess it's nice and flattering to hear all those praises towards me but to one extend it makes me a bit hesitate to tend my baby in front of them. There's a feeling "&lt;i&gt;macam saja2 nak tunjuk baik&lt;/i&gt;" when I just simply wanna sit next to my Xiyad and caressing his head to put him back into his sound nap. Ahahahaha. But I think tu sume perasaan je la kan, heeee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6329546224/" title="IMG_9537a by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9537a" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6048/6329546224_c588c1ee64_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be honest yes I have attended my sisters and brothers when they were little. But I didn't actually do the bathing and bedung as far as I remembered. Maybe I did but in a rarely occasion. But I really love attending to them. My sister and I would quarrel among us just to dukung our sister back then. Maybe just because of this fond feeling towards baby makes me just fine dealing with them. But later if suddenly I ran out of this passion confirm I would be teased by some "&lt;i&gt;dulu sayang sangat...ni tak layan plak dah&lt;/i&gt;". Ahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the best part was when the aunties were watching me changing the diapers, carefully wiped in between the thighs making sure there's not even a fraction of yellowish stain remained before putting on the new one and the uncles came into the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh..baru sorang..abah awak 5 orang doh..dok boleh lawan lagi"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the aunt voiced out "&lt;b&gt;hmmphh..5 orang tapi dok cara langsung buat gape&lt;/b&gt;". Ahahahaha!!!! My FIL is cleverer. He admitted before hand that he didn't do much about the babies back then so he's out of the bullet range. Ekekeeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6329610942/" title="IMG_9540 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9540" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6033/6329610942_c4c71396d4_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yep, having a small baby will make you sleepless. In the middle of the night they will suddenly cried because of their diapers, or for milk. So far Alhamdulillah everytime Xiyad awoke, I would be the one attending him. There was one night when Xiyad was crying and Cembam was trying so hard to get up and breastfeed him, I just give Xiyad the water in his bottle which we put dates inside. He sucked it so long and hard and got back to sleep. Ekeekkeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Xiyad would woke up at 3A.M and 6A.M. Well that was the last time I checked. Now, Cembam said he would easily woke up crying for milk more often. Their stomach is still so small so they easily get hungry. The breast milk is more 'cair' to compare with the formula milk so it can't hold up as long as the formula milk. So they will keep crying for more every now and then and 'berak' every now and then. Xiyad so rimas with his stained diapers but whenever we changed it to a clean new one, he would feel so comfort and berak lagi..ahahahaha!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, hope you guys don't mind reading about my parenthood life again. I just don't have anything much else to share anyway. Have not been going out for a while now since the last weeks of Cembam's pregnancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-812464806484196220?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/812464806484196220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=812464806484196220&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/812464806484196220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/812464806484196220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/11/chores-of-handsome-daddy.html' title='The chores of the handsome Daddy'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6046/6328843535_f32d8999c8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-5325182134887611843</id><published>2011-11-09T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T14:12:29.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Improve the service rather than your FA outfit please Air Asia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;When I was riding my bike this morning towards cyberjaya, even in that mamai mode, the flashes of Xiyad crying, shrieking and disturbed by my mustache kept on appearing like a passive slideshow =(.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess I need to remind myself that my happy time on leave for almost 2 weeks has just ended and I'm back in this cozy chilling working space trying to catch up things and draft my plan for this 1+ month and deliver things that have been entrusted to me in this new project. Bhasya!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Air Asia - Now everyone can fly!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yep, we need to admit after AA was being introduced to the world, most of us are now have had the experience of flying yah? Cembam sometimes took AA flight going back to Ganu or coming back from there. And most of the time the flight always delayed. So when I was waiting along with the other passengers for our flight to arrive, the clock has already passed the appointed time but the door or the gate remained closed and there was nothing in the LCD screen showing anything about our flight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And suddenly I got a text message from AA saying my flight was delayed till 11.55P.M. From 9.20P.M to 11.55P.M!!! What the Fart!!! As my in-law's house is just 5 minutes drive from the airport, I asked someone to pick me up again coz I wanted to spend that 2+ hours by Xiyad's side rather than waiting in that cold heartless waiting room.&amp;nbsp; My FIL fetched me up and I managed to laid by Xiyad singing him selawat shifa' as lullaby while me, myself getting a short nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Around 11.10P.M ayah drove me back to the airport. I lose track of time when the plane actually arrived and departed but I arrived at LCCT around 1A.M. I walked to the taxi counter and asked for the rate to BB Bangi. She said RM96.30!!! OMA!! Late night, what do you expect huh? I tried to ask if they can altered the receipt to a morning receipt so I could try claim it as part of my travel expenses to my client. Well, I really am taking that late night delayed flight for the sake of getting to work ain't I? I can ask a ride from my aunty that was leaving back to KL this morning but I had to stick to the flight because I want to be at the office in the morning. But unfortunately, after machine and proper system is being implemented..such alteration is a taboo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I burnt my RM88 (after asking at the next counter it was RM88) and took the taxi home. Come on la Air Asia!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First - the flight from ganu or to ganu always delayed. My SIL whom taking the flight every now and then can confess to that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second - The delay was ruining your passengers' travel plan sucker!!! If it was during the daylight we could survive. But late midnight, 1A.M in the morning?? Does your shuttle bus system still working? (the one to Salak Selatan). Well even if we took that shuttle bus, the ERL service is already closed!!! So our options are either stayed for the night in LCCT and continue our travel plan as usual in the mornig..or taking the farting expensive taxi!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why won't AirAsia at least be more responsible?? At least a free cup of drink in the flight?? Or you can negotiate with the taxi service in your terminal to give discount rate for the delayed flight. Or stick to daylight rate for those poor delayed passengers. Or this is too much of a request coz it will make you earned less RM30 per head of profit??? Haishhh!!! Fart You!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Info :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rate for Taxi from LCCT to BB Bangi or around the same KM is around RM64 and around RM88-100 during the night/midnight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-5325182134887611843?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/5325182134887611843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=5325182134887611843&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/5325182134887611843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/5325182134887611843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/11/improve-service-rather-than-your-fa.html' title='Improve the service rather than your FA outfit please Air Asia!!'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-3404370519649303031</id><published>2011-11-08T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T15:04:53.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nak tinggal Xiyad dahhh</title><content type='html'>Most of you should have already started your work as usual after last Monday's carry forward Raya Haji holiday right? As for me, my flight leaving Xiyad Asytar in the care of his Mom for a month-pantang would be tonight at 9P.M. Hmmm..a few hours more left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss Xiyad for the days ahead. My plan is simple. I would go out and play as much as I want..heee..So I could spend more time doing some things rather than alone at home and thinking of how my son is doing =(. Takpela, Cembam seems to be getting better on handling him. Just now I taught how to put on the bedung for Xiyad. Ok la..just that she's gonna be by herself in the midnight at 3A.M when Xiyad would wake up looking for milk. Usually we would change his diapers as well and I would be the one doing it. Now, it's all up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some has already teased me that I would be coming in weekly basis to visit Xiyad. But the thing is that there are wedding kenduri every week which are of my close friends and surely I would try to attend them especially because they had attend mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely Xiyad's gonna look so different after a month and we'll see how it goes after this. Will my reactivated sport life would manage to restrain myself from speeding towards ganu in the weekend? hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-3404370519649303031?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/3404370519649303031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=3404370519649303031&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3404370519649303031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3404370519649303031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/11/nak-tinggal-xiyad-dahhh.html' title='Nak tinggal Xiyad dahhh'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-7850528466687177476</id><published>2011-11-04T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T13:42:46.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantang Ganu</title><content type='html'>The strong wind is blowing into our 6th floor apartment while the astro is airing Indonesian soap opera, an afternoon routine of Cembam. Xiyad Asytar is sleeping back after his breastfeed session with both of his hands pointing upwards next to his ears looking like a body builder showing off his excessively built biceps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Cembam's last session of her massage and for 3 days session, we paid RM240. It appears that this masseurs has her own 3-storeys rented building to accommodate her nursery and massage business. So the service charge is quite standard - RM80 per day. But we don't really know any other nenek or makcik who knows about 'urut peranakan', hence the most important thing is to have Cembam massaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight to ganu was 8P.M. Some of the luggage like the baby's stuffs, the laptops and some of the camera gear have already been packed and brought to Terengganu by car one day earlier. Thanks to my SIL for driving them home. So we only have a handbag, my camera bag but filled with bottles of toiletries, napkins and etc. I only have my camera with me coz I thought I wanna take picture of Cembam ans Xiyad at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 6P.M, Cik Ngah whom agreed to lend her help to drive us to LCCT arrived and it was drizzling journey towards there. 50 minutes, we arrived and we walked straight to the counter to register Xiyad. The counter staff asked us to proceed to luggage counter and to cut short, after 30 minutes of system issue bla bla bla we had all the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6301861244/" title="Xiyad Asytar by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Xiyad Asytar" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6034/6301861244_85e5f32349_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for our flight, Xiyad berak and started to cry of hunger. Damn~~~ It's another 10 minutes and that was not a sufficient time for Xiyad to breastfeed plus the to change the diapers. I went to the gate counter and asked if the flight is delayed and yep it was. From 8 to 8.30P.M. So I hurriedly changed Xiyad's diapers in the surau and after finished I gave him to Cembam asking her to breastfeed her in the surau while me waiting outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the announcement was made that our flight was ready, I asked a cute awek to tell Cembam that we need to move now. Thanks to the sweet awek ya..(my phone was with Cembam). At the gate the staff asked us how old Xiyad was. I answered 10 when Xiyad was barely 9 not knowing the staff was actually so committed to check the age based on the birth certificate. She kept on counting with her fingers "&lt;i&gt;26,27,28...&lt;/i&gt;" and Cembam just cut her count by asking back our ICs. Ekekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cembam said her fellow teacher brought her 2-day old son in flight but I checked in the website that infant must be at least 9-day old. Hahaha. But anyway everything went smoothly. A couple of married couple offered to change seats with us..how nice.thanks. Waiting for the take-off was like forever!! From sleeping like a rock, Xiyad has already opened his eyes. We decided to breastfeed him again along the journey. Alhamdulillah Xiyad didn't cry along the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My in-law parents have already been waiting for more than 30 minutes. Praise to Allah, we safely arrived and Xiyad has just had a bath with his Tok (Grandma) and sleeping now after being breastfed while struggling to let loose of his bedung every now and then. Ekekekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaaa..pejam celik nanti, it will be time for me to get back to KL. Sedey laa separated for a month plak with Xiyad. Huwaaa..But I've already told Cembam that if I miss him so much and my mom volunteered her time to look after Xiyad and Cembam during the remaining days of the pantang, I'm gonna bring them back!!! Ahahahahaah!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna post pictures but the transfer cable tinggal!! And the worst..my camera is out of battery and the charger pun tinggal!!! Ahahahahaah!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-7850528466687177476?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/7850528466687177476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=7850528466687177476&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/7850528466687177476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/7850528466687177476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/11/pantang-ganu.html' title='Pantang Ganu'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6034/6301861244_85e5f32349_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-740192513575293511</id><published>2011-11-02T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T00:40:08.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fountain of  Youth</title><content type='html'>Hee..Now finally I have time for myself when both the mother and the boy are sleeping =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm on leave for this week until after Raya Haji next week. So, I can't share something happened at the Garden office coz I'm not working now or I can't share about the current sale promotion at Mid Valley because I didn't have lunch there can I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I guess I wanna write about me being at home taking care of these 2 precious gems of mine lo. Ekekeke. Ok enough with the introduction just to make sure you guys understand that I just have to share something aobut Xiyad Asytar coz I don't have any other options!! Ahahahahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6301612148/" title="Xiyad Asytar by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Xiyad Asytar" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6051/6301612148_f2479dcf8a_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think they call this outfit rompers. This is the only outfit that fits Xiyad nicely. There's a set of 5 pieces, a gift from my best friend Nora. Xiyad looks so small in this outfit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6301582746/" title="Xiyad Asytar by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Xiyad Asytar" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6058/6301582746_8abc66cdf0_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hehehe..the glove and the socks will always be oversize for him. I think after pantang he's gonna be lot bigger and when any of you gonna visit him, he's gonna be totally different. He breastfed even more often now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, after day 6 Xiyad doesn't seem to show any sign of heavy yellow fever. Well the white of his eyes were a bit yellowish but just now the nurse from Az Zahrah whom happened to do part time running her own small massage service came and approved that too. She's giving Cembam after-deliver massage. You know, putting back the 'peranakan', loosen up urat2 and those things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And up till now, the only reason I changed Xiyad's diapers is because it was full of his poo poo. I won't change it if there's no poo because I couldn't trace any of his urine. I never saw him pee as well. But this morning when the warm water was ready for his bath, and I've took off his clothes leaving his naked body on his opened diaper ready to be thrown away, I purposely say "shi shi" to encourage him taking a leak or poo one last time before entering the bath tub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6301074571/" title="Xiyad Asytar by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Xiyad Asytar" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6224/6301074571_98d3f32da2_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He can sleep on his side now. I think it was encouraged by this very pillow. He would be sliding more and more and the next thing you know.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6301100105/" title="Xiyad Asytar by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Xiyad Asytar" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6055/6301100105_1a2d3c3f27_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;..he's already ran out of pillow space under his head..ekekekeke. It's like Dato' CT's cindai lyric "berbantal lengan tidur ku". Ekekekeke&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there he goes!!! Suddenly a high fountain appeared out of nowhere!! Cembam was like..ahh..ahhh..Most of it went onto my hand but some was sprinkled here and there. I sniffed it and there was no smell at all. As we couldn't really trace every single drop of it, I asked Cembam to sprayed febreeze all over the place. Ahahahahaha!!! That's what we call - Fountain of Youth!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Xiyad only woke up once in the middle of the night..but after subuh, he was crying and shrieking. I took him on my lap, singing lullaby to send him into his slumber but he would awoke every now and then. I was so sleepy that I had my siesta until around 11.30A.M. Prepared the hot water for both Cembam and Xiyad. Bathed Xiyad, and then went out to buy lunch for both of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A little bit busier now but we are going back to Ganu this Thursday and Cembam will stay there until the end of her pantang. But I've already said to Cembam that if I really miss Xiyad, that pantang period gonna be cut short and I'm gonna bring them home. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6301822594/" title="Xiyad Asytar by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Xiyad Asytar" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6226/6301822594_cd06e3dbc2_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's already in his 'salin kulit' phase. Old skin was peeling off everywhere of his body. We bought Johnson Baby's oil to take them off properly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, I wanna share something to all of you who're gonna behaving your baby here in Selangor. When I registered Xiyad at Kajang JPN branch, right after I received his birth certificate I was told to register at a table setup outside of the premise for a scheme which is called "Tabung Warisan Anak Selangor". Well apparently since 2008 (I think when the opposition started to get hold of Selangor right?) this allocation has been setup for Selangorian Babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They will give you Rm1500 in a form of long term investment and the money can only be withdrawn when your child is at the age of 14. This is if I hear it correctly. When I asked my sister just now, her son was not registered to such program. So, try to ask the officer there about this program. I really think it's a nice money-for-citizen where you would have something for your kid at least right? But don't ask me what gonna happen if UMNO won Selangor back lo..ahahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;When I was filling up the form in JPN branch, I kept on wanting to write down "Md Yusof" on 'father's name' column coz I was so used to it. It's kinda funny feeling writing your own name in that field though...ekekekeke&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-740192513575293511?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/740192513575293511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=740192513575293511&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/740192513575293511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/740192513575293511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/11/fountain-of-youth.html' title='Fountain of  Youth'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6051/6301612148_f2479dcf8a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-5206301438771380769</id><published>2011-10-31T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T02:48:28.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bin Hasnul Efendi? Gile~~~</title><content type='html'>I got 2 days parental leave on Thursday and Friday and I took this whole week using my AL until Raya Haji so I could spend my time with Xiyad and Cembam before leaving them for about a month at Terengganu and continue with working in a new project. Fortunately I save enough ALs for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have actually planned our financial for Xiyad but there's a major hazard in it when we bought a house out of sudden. So, our scenario is like we have the money but somehow we don't have it..ahahaha!! But Alhamdulillah having a kid will open a new door of sustenance and I believe on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wrote more entries about my new life of parenthood in my other blog "&lt;i&gt;blog kami&lt;/i&gt;" up there in the menu bar because I don't wanna flood my blog with nothing other than the stories about our little khaleefah coz you would be die in boredome after couple more entries about him. So, I decided to share more about my parenthood in that blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can't help to share still some stories here though. But not that detail. I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a new dad, you have to actually not just taking care of your baby, but also the mother. When Cembam used to say "&lt;i&gt;masak la, kemas la...&lt;/i&gt;" or "&lt;i&gt;baru masak skali..masak la selalu&lt;/i&gt;" whenever I cooked, I would always answer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6291008982/" title="Xiyad Asytar by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Xiyad Asytar" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6110/6291008982_0626c8a05c_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I can't do the house chores, I would prefer it to be done by you so you could serve for your husband and gains pahala for each one of them. After all, the easiest way to get accepted into the heaven is by serving your husband nicely"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ekekekeke. So during her pantang and me doing all the chores proved that. It's considered as a boost of morale, a motivation or an encouragement to pregnant again after this. Let her feel "&lt;i&gt;wow...so nice being pampered, being served by my hubby, even put on my socks for me every night. Nak ngandung lagi la pasni&lt;/i&gt;". Hehehe..that's the plan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6290494883/" title="Xiyad Asytar by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Xiyad Asytar" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6115/6290494883_a7b1eea1e1_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During night so far the most was 3 times we had to woke up in the middle of the night. Crying for milk and full-poo napkin. For now alhamdulillah every cries and shrieks of Xiyad were attended by me. I would like zassss, woke up when I heard her low-pitch cry out of my control..impulsively. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so far changing diapers were mostly done by me. It's not that Cembam couldn't do it but I prefer doing it while Cembam is still weak and hard to freely move. But I've started to ask Cembam to do it so that I could entrust Xiyad in her care during pantang at Ganu. She's coping nicely with the help of her mother instinct and she's looking more and more like a mother now!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6292027156/" title="Xiyad Asytar by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Xiyad Asytar" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6111/6292027156_38e6c99b06_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh the bouquet of flowers surely freshen up my room till now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My routine now;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Boil the water for Cembam every time she needs to answer the nature call and taking a bath&lt;br /&gt;2. Attend to Xiyad's shrieking&lt;br /&gt;3. Changing Diapers&lt;br /&gt;4. Put on Xiyad's clothes (so fun), sapu minyak on his belly and tapak kaki&lt;br /&gt;5. Sapu minyak on Cembam's leg, put on her stokings and bengkung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Bedung Xiyad so he could be good in sports. Ekekeke&lt;br /&gt;7. Buat air, bawak makanan to Cembam, simply serving the master..ekekeke&lt;br /&gt;8. Basuh2 the dishes, the clothes&lt;br /&gt;9. Cook when needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lots more!!! It's fun in a way but surely after pantang I would pass the flag to Cembam. Ahahahaaha!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing game online is a bit hard now coz you cant just leave the game (coz u are playing with others) and attend to Xiyad. So I need to cilok time smartly too. After all those routines of mine dah settle, Xiyad is sleeping, only then I could surf, and have my own time like now. Ahhahahahaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys!!! I would be here until Wednesday if in case you wanna pay a visit. After that Xiyad will only be back here on early December or end of November.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-5206301438771380769?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/5206301438771380769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=5206301438771380769&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/5206301438771380769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/5206301438771380769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/bin-hasnul-efendi-gile.html' title='bin Hasnul Efendi? Gile~~~'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6110/6291008982_0626c8a05c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-6582262815470860453</id><published>2011-10-28T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:54:38.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trilogi menyambut kelahiran Xiyad Asytar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6286022275/" title="1 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="1" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6099/6286022275_c6df39b539_z.jpg" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh..sambungan journal kelahiran anak sulung kami =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila epidural tu dah abes and katanya tak tambah..mmg cuak la si Cembam. Aku pn dok imagine dari 5,6 cm tak rasa pape skali dh nk bersalin ni baru rasa..mak haiii..menggelejat la Cembam weh. Tapi bila ada sorang lagi misi masuk dia kata "&lt;i&gt;kena tambah&lt;/i&gt;"..lega kami. Tp berpandangan le juga. Ate masa tny epidural tu around 600-700, kalau dh 2..situ je around 1400 dah..lalalala~~~ Tp mmg aku agree je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bila dh tmbh n bukaan dh 9.5cm, misi cakap kepala masih kat atas lagi. Tak turun. So Cembam guling2 lagi. Bila ada rasa nak berak je Cembam diarah utk teran je macam nak berak. So itu le kami buat sepanjang menunggu. Masa tu dh nk pukul 7 petang dah. Misi dok suruh teran je..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Kita taknak la kena ceasar. Kena operate mahal sini..6-7 ribu&lt;/i&gt;", kata misi tu memberi perangsang dengan cara mencuakkan isi perut aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila doktor sampai, dah 3-4 kali la Cembam cuba teran. And itu lah masa penentu dan sebenar2 cubaan. Cembam rasa bila nak terberak tu and bhgian bawah tu mula dah rasa sakit. Tapi kepala tu macam tak sepenuhnya turun lagi. Bila Cembam teran plak punggung otomatik terangkat. Peha plak mengeras. Doktor mmg dh a bit annoyed gak la aku tgok muka dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saya tak sedar terangkat..macam otomatik doktor", Cembam explained bila doktor macam marah punggung asik terangkat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian aku tgok Cembam. First time kan..Memang la doktor kata tu sume bukan luar kawalan, kita yang control..tp aku paham la situasi Cembam. Memang problem skang bila teran dia tak kuat kat perut, tenaga teran tu pada pengerasan peha..jadi tak kuar2 le baby tu. Banyak kali doktor advise cara sebenar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tarik pemegang besi tu....dagu tuck in, angkat kepala pandang perut..melengkung macam udang tu..peha relaks..jangan keras kan peha...punggung jangan angkat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6286027263/" title="2 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="2" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6226/6286027263_1130bbfdf9_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ni le kata2 keramat dok ulang2 sepanjang pertarungan tu. Dari 4 orang, jadi 6 orang dalam tu jadi cheerleader. Yang sorang jerit "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;kuat lagi puan!!! Kuat lagi!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;". Yang sorang jerit "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teran panjang!!! Lagi Puan..teran panjang!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;". Yang sorang dok tepi Cembam "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boleh Puan...kuat lagi!!! Boleh puan!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;". Setiap sorang misi lain2 cheer!!! Tapi natijah nye ada kuar skit rambut, nampak skit kepala tapi situ je lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;saya plak stress ramai2 jerit&lt;/i&gt;", doktor tu mengeluh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku dok doa biar la sume orang bersabar utk terus tolong kami. Kat Cembam aku dok usap2 dahi..cium dahi mintak dia cuba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tolong ek..kita dah epidural sume..tinggal push je. Biar push sepenuh hati tapi kuar daripada takut sakit tak jadi pape. Kita taknak C-sect kan. Tolong ek sayang"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ungkapan ni beb..kalau ko salah cara cakap ate menangis le masing2. So kena cakap gaya cool, tenang dan senyum skit2. Doktor dh suruh call bilik atas bersedia C-sect. Teran dah teran, misi dari seorang yang dok push perut Cembam, dah jadi dua orang. Sorang kanan sorang kiri. Diorang yang bagi alert "&lt;i&gt;Ok...ni dh sakit ni puan (based on perut keras menandakan contraction)..push..tarik nafas, tarik pemegang..pushhh&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sambil Cembam push sekuat yg dia boleh, dua misi ni tekan2 perut Cembam, Doktor plak tangan kanan dia dok buat pa aku takut nk bayang..rasa nye dok masukkan n adjust kepala baby seraya try tarik...yang lain seperti biasa penyorak tegar sekeliling aku. And at the end masih termasuk balik kepala. Tapi misi2 tu sume pandang aku "&lt;i&gt;boleh ni&lt;/i&gt;". sebab memang dh nampak kepala. Punggung Cembam pn dh tak terangkat2..peha dia dh mula relax naturally. Aku dok usap2 peha suh relax kena tegut..aku takleh letak tangan kat bahagian yang depa dah tutup dengan plastik biru..yakni dari dada smpi peha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ok ye Pn Najwa. Kita buat last ni ye...kalau tak boleh jugak, kena ceasar ek. Saya nk tolong tapi peha asek keras je. Kalau saya vacuum pun nanti tiba2 awak keraskan peha kemut, tertarik kepala anak masuk, terkopak kepala anak awak"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Huwaaaa..masa ni hati dah tak tau nak cakap macam mana. Ni kira now or never lah. Jadi bila misi tu kata teran. Aku dah suh Cembam tarik nafas..fokus..serius, fikir nak kuarkan anak...jangan main teran je, aku cium dahi dia..usap2 kepala and kata "&lt;i&gt;please ekk..kita try. Tarik pemegang tu n fokus kat perut..teran kat perut, bontot jangan angkat, peha rileks&lt;/i&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nampak pnjg kan advice aku..tp di kala tu aku dapat rasa Cembam dapat tangkap semua yang aku ungkapkan. Dia tarik nafas can tarik pemegang...kepala tunduk pandang perut dan terus teran. Misi2 dok kata &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;teran...teran!!! Lagi..boleh...boleh!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Masa ni perkara terakhir aku boleh buat..aku ikut teran skali..dalam hati aku doa "&lt;i&gt;ya Allah...berilah kekuatan teran aku ni pada wife aku supaya boleh bantu dia push dengan lebih baik&lt;/i&gt;". Memang aku teran gile2 la perut. Tapi bukan la teran macam nak berak..aku teran kat perut je. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6286034559/" title="3 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="3" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6238/6286034559_7261b241bd_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila aku dengar "&lt;i&gt;skit lagi puan...skit lagi..teran kuat lagi Najwa!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;" hati aku berbunga skit sambil jeling2 kat doktor. Memang aku fokus kat Cembam je. Bukan la aku takut nk tgok bawah. Tapi aku takde masa...Bila aku tgok tangan doktor seakan2 tarik..aku jeling...yess!!!! Aku nampak la baby aku kuar dengan tali pusat dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALHAMDULILLAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Memang kejang perut aku ikut teran..tapi akhirnya keluar juga Xiyad cara normal. Dia menangis dan terus berak. Tapi tangisan dia macam org lapar..tak macam bayi2 yang aku dengar tengahari tu pnjg dan lantang..Xiyad macam rileks je. Masa ni aku cium Cembam and say thanks. Cembam nampak lega sangat. Aku kata thanks kat sume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Masa ni je la aku boleh capai kamera dan amek gambar misi bersihkan anak aku. Masukkan tiub kecik dalam mulut...zas zas dia jolok. Then dia sedut lendir2 dari dalam mulut anak aku. Dalam 15 minit baru dia bagi kat aku utk azan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Masa ni mmg nak nangis..tapi ntah le..Aku tak nangis. Maybe aku terkejut. Sebab bila aku baru nk start azan, ada satu azan yg lebih kuat kedengaran. Azan Isyak dari masjid. SubhanAllah. Xiyad diperdengarkan azan bukan dari aku je..tapi dari bilal masjid bandar baru bangi tu. Lepas aku azankan dan misi bagi bantuan pernafasan..itu kali terakhir aku dengar dia menangis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6285989173/" title="IMG_9421 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9421" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6108/6285989173_7152bbde44_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Xiyad dibawa naik nursery kat tingkat atas, depa bagi Cembam tag lengan and pada Xiyad gak dengan kadbod warna biru tulis "&lt;i&gt;I'm a boy&lt;/i&gt;". Aku call and mesej mana yang aku ingat. Mak smpi tak lama lepas tu. Cembam dibawa masuk bilik ikut pakej yang aku pilih tu, 4 katil 1 bilik. Then aku ajak sume kuarga aku naik atas tgok Xiyad dari balik cermin. Dia tak kasi tgok lagi. Takut infection. Ada 4 babies dalam tu, Xiyad sorang je laki. Gilir2 bayi2 ni diletak bawah lampu utk kasi sama skit suhu macam dalam rahim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Family aku balik lepas dok borak2 ngan Cembam dalam setengah jam. Then aku dok le ngn Cembam. Misi bagitau kalau nak try breastfeed dia bwak turun baby. Sblum tu memang ada cek. Macam tak kuar lagi susu Cembam. So misi bagi dulu susu formula depa. Bila baby dibawa turun ada cuba, tapi tak dapek. Tak reti lagi haa..So bawa naik atas balik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam kul 11 baru la aku gi makan.&amp;nbsp; Malam tu aku le jadi mama pada Cembam. Katil sebelah kosong, so aku tidur la situ. Aku jaga 5-6 kali gak malam sebab Cembam nak air. Aku papah bwak gi bilik air, pakaikan stokin, tukar kan pad..time first nak buang air pn aku teman utk tolong tukar pad and ikatkan. Time ni aku melawak ngan Cembam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ooo..time masih slim nk masuk sekali mandi tak kasi..time ni baru nak suh masuk sekali time ko mandi"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahahahahahahaha!!!! Yang lain nye memang dok tunggu Doktor check n kasi kami balik la. Buatkan air, belikan roti, bawak bilik air...ada makcik yang lawat kami. Kawan baik aku si Nora dengan anak2 dia yang demam pn datang. Mekasih sangat ek sebab sudi temankan kami. Time 8pagi Xiyad dibawa turun. Katanya baru pas menyusu. Dlam kul 10 kalau nangis nak susu. Tapi kami tunggu smpi 3.30 petang!!! Dia cool je tido. Katil2 sebelah menangis uwekkk uweekkk bukan main lantang, tapi Xiyad eeekkk eeekk skit then tido balik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6286013269/" title="IMG_9454 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9454" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6107/6286013269_dd7af582b4_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sudahnya aku pangggil Nurse kul 4 ptg bila masih tak dapat nk susukan badan. Masa tu Xiyad dok hisap glove dia. Tapi sblum balik doktor kata dia minum skiitt sangat. Lepas settle kan bil, dapat satu beg barang2 baby dari Hospital tu..kami pn balik. Ada la try bagi minum susu misi tu bagi tadi..tapi Xiyad taknak. Aku smpi2 umah tu plak ada bunga dari company aku!! Besar dan fresh!!! Bunga paling besar aku penah dapat!! Thanks NorthgateArinso!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6286519382/" title="IMG_9448 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9448" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6103/6286519382_c93d0fbbcb_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kot ada yang tertanya2 kan, bil aku kena RM2600. Mujur tak setinggi yang aku sangka..Aku tak tau la Epidural tu caj camne cuma kat bil RM350 atas nama doktor yang buat tu. Jadi dari pengalaman aku, mana2 suami yang rasa kesian kat isteri and dok tanya "pa la aku mampu buat time isteri bersabung nyawa"..jawapan yang aku boleh bagi, try la kuar modal bagi epidural utk wife. Seriously it helps a lot!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well itu le pengalaman aku sambut anak pertama aku..cuak..tp sebenarnya bila ingat balik, leh kata rilek n steady juge la pengalaman tu. Pagi tadi baru tanam uri kat depan umah makcik. And Xiyad malam tak nangis pn. Aku yang bangunkan kul 3 kacau2 dia suh minum susu. Risau tak cukup susu ibu kang kena kuning plak. Aku ikhtiar sume yg boleh la. Belah lelangit ngan kurma pn aku buat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mekasih lagi sekali utk doa sume orang yeee=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-6582262815470860453?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/6582262815470860453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=6582262815470860453&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6582262815470860453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6582262815470860453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/trilogi-menyambut-kelahiran-xiyad.html' title='Trilogi menyambut kelahiran Xiyad Asytar'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6099/6286022275_c6df39b539_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-4455538128076049480</id><published>2011-10-28T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T00:33:59.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Labor Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;First of all, aku nak ucapkan terima kasih pada semua rakan2 with all your warm wishes pada kami bertiga, yang selama ni mendokan kesejahteraan kami. Kami sekeluarga sangat-sangat menghargainya.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sehingga ke Hari Rabu lepas, Cembam takde mengadu rasa sakit perut nk beranak. Malah contraction tu rasa camne pn kami tak berapa pasti. Tapi kami ikut kata orang kalau perut tegang tu le contraction. Dan disebabkan Cembam rileks je, pagi Sabtu tu aku dok rengek2 nak main tenis kejap ngan kawan2. Bukan apa, selalunya kalau cuti pas subuh tidur smpi kul 9-10 gitu. Jadi takde beza sangat kalau aku gunakan masa tu bermain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cembam kata OK tapi kalau takde rasa sakit. Pagi tu Cembam kata ada kuar darah. Owhh..terus tak jadi main and pas tanya sana sini kami decided utk pergi hospital for check. Tapi pergi sarapan dulu apa sume. Bila daftar, misi wat CTG check and lepas 10 minit camtu kami diminta pergi tingkat bawah, labor room utk cek. Katanya sebab ikut degup jantung tu, ada contraction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So kami pn ke labor room. Doktor panel kami bercuti, jadi kami tak diattend oleh beliau. Doktor yang bertugas hari tu Dr. Fazlina. Beliau masuk utk cek bukaan. Kena masuk dua jari lah kira. Aku tau Cembam jenis tak tahan sakit. And memang bila doktor nk masukkan jari tu, menggelejat la Cembam ni dok kata sakit. Doktor bagi encouragement;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Saya masukkan satu jari ni je..dua jari...kepala baby besar ni (sambil tunjuk saiz purata kepala bayi). Cuba bayangkan. Tahan sikit. Sume orang boleh buat. Takde cara lain nak cek bukaan tu"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi memang tak boleh tahan. Dr Fazlina akhirnya keluar dari labor room. Yelah, dia kena attend ramai pesakit, kerenah2 macam ni kompem la dia malas nak layan. Tinggal la bidan atau Misi senior amik alih. Namun masih susah. Cembam tak tahan sakit. Siap tolak2 tangan misi tu. Nak pegang macam susah sebab benda tu ko kemut je cukup. Kompem takleh wat pape.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rasa2nya nak cek kali pertama bukaan tu pun smpi 8 kali. Akhirnya bidan tu dapat gak masukkan jari and cek. Sebenarnya Cembam boleh je. Aku tengok dia tahan dan tarik nafas. Tapi mungkin dah set sakit. kan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"dah 4 cm ni...kena cek selalu nak tau perkembangan. Kalau macam ni punya tak tahan sakit, amek Epidural la Pn Najwa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kami berpandangan. Dalam hati aku...&lt;i&gt;"takpelah..nak buat camne"&lt;/i&gt;. Seriyes aku tgok 8 percubaan tu aku dah cuak. Mak aih..baru 2 jari dh camni..nak kuar baby camne. Jadi bila mereka suggest Epidural aku terus setuju. So Pakar bius pun dipanggil, saluran dia kat bhgn tulang blkg tu and lepas 15 minit macam tu Epidural tu pn mengalir masuk 8ml setiap sejam. Sambil doktor tu pasang aku tanya2 gak kesan sampingan. Orang kata Epidural efek sakit2 pinggang kan. Tp doktor tu kata research yg dibuat, tak epidural pn sama. Sakit pinggang tu bergantung pada kedudukan time meneran, otot yang tak sepatutnya dikeraskan dan lebih byk kebaikan dari keburukan. Hmmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Dia akan supply sampai waktu bersalin la ni ye. Dia akan rasa, tapi sakit tu tak sangat lah"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Memang berkesan la senang citer. Kaki kebas je Cembam rasa. Misi pun senang nak wat keje cek bukaan setiap setengah jam. So lepas la satu cubaan. Skang cubaan kedua dia...lepas 3 jam, start masuk 12.30 tengahari, sampai 3.30 ptg bukaan masih 4cm lepas 4 kali cek. Cecair yang merangsang contraction ditambah unit dari 3, ke 6, ke 12 utk rangsang bukaan dan contraction. Cembam disuruh baring mengiring kiri dan kanan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lepas pukul 4 tu doktor pecahkan air ketuban. Aku baru balik dari beli pisang goreng, karipap sume. Masuk2 tengah pecah ketuban terus ilang lapar, tak lalu nk makan. Padahal tak tengok sangat pun. Hahahaha!!! Bila dah pecah tu baru la dia buka sampai 7cm. Tp alhamdulillah disebabkan epidural tu, Cembam cool je. Leh balas meseg apa sume.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Masa ni mak ayah, dan adik aku smpi. Time kami berdua je dlm labor room tu, aku dok baca surah yasin, mariam tu smpi 3 kali gak nk habiskan masa. Senggok sana senggok sini and kami sembang cam besa je. Tapi itulah orang kata, impak ibu tu kan. Mak aku masuk je peluk dan cium Cembam, aku tgok dah berlinang dah air mata. Kesat2 air mata Cembam terharu. Heeeee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mak temankan sekejap sebelum ke LCCT anta adik ipar aku. Masa ni bukaan dalam 8cm je. Memanglah lambat. Bidan dah bertukar sebab syif dah bertukar. Misi pn dah bertukar..yang masuk cek contraction dok kata 3 kali dlm 10 minit. Kira kerap dah. Ayat "&lt;i&gt;nak bersalin dah&lt;/i&gt;" tu aku dengar byk kali. Sampai satu masa ni bidan cek dia kata skit lagi..9.5cm camtu. Tapi kepala masih tinggi. Tak turun lagi. Ate mengiring le sana sini Cembam nk kasi buka habis dan turun pale anak tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Masa ni dh tense skit sebab epidural dah nak abes. Tggl skit je. Bidan plak tiap sorang, tiap misi lain2 pandangan. Ada yang kata pasal air selusuh. Patutnya bila 9cm camtu baru minum. Aku plak pi buat and minum start week 36 lagi. Sebab depa kata selusuh ni buat kita rasa sakit atau nk cepat bersalin, tapi masalahnya bawah tak bukak. Cumanya Cembam memang tak pernah sakit pn sebelum ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adik aku plak kata dia dulu start 6cm tu rasa sakit meraung2 sampai rasa nk kerobek muka laki dia. Jadi sebab Epidural ni mmg cool je la Cembam. Alhamdulillah. Aku amek keputusan tepat la utk pakai. Dalam pukul 5.30, epidural habes!!!!!! Muka Cembam dah cuak. Misi yang masuk kata bila call, doktor tu kata takyah bagi sebab effect kat baby plak kalau overdose. Jadi?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tunggu entri next la..aku ngantuk la nak tido..nak jaga Xiyad plak malam ni kan..Aku tak rasa dia akan nangis raung2..tapi kalau terjaga walau tak nangis aku nak suh Cembam susukan juga la. So far Xiyad mmg cool je. Bayi lain raung2, dia nangis skit2 then senyap..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tggu next entri ek..panjang sangat pn kang tak terbaca kome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-4455538128076049480?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/4455538128076049480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=4455538128076049480&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4455538128076049480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4455538128076049480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/kisah-labor-room.html' title='Kisah Labor Room'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-4490047480922765878</id><published>2011-10-26T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T01:15:17.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first ever Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VKUgZJS1bcU/Tqbt-FzEaaI/AAAAAAAABho/7OJBTizyPQk/s1600/IMG_3996.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VKUgZJS1bcU/Tqbt-FzEaaI/AAAAAAAABho/7OJBTizyPQk/s640/IMG_3996.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/305137_10150345507802800_608272799_8413252_231252318_n.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-4490047480922765878?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/4490047480922765878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=4490047480922765878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4490047480922765878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4490047480922765878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-first-ever-wordless-wednesday.html' title='My first ever Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VKUgZJS1bcU/Tqbt-FzEaaI/AAAAAAAABho/7OJBTizyPQk/s72-c/IMG_3996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-6354054319982053014</id><published>2011-10-25T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T02:20:18.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happiest Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Up until now me being a guy with a goatee, mustache every now and then married to a very understanding lady and waiting for our first baby within this very week, surely I've been through a lot of tears and laughter, joys and bitterness of life. There are tonnes of happy moments that lifted up my spirit wanting to live my life couple more years everytime they occurred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But let me share with you one of them. Before we get into the happiest part, let me tell you that I own a DSLR camera. Well after years of craving to have one, envying every person who has one wrapped around their necks and everytime fantasizing an evil scheme to walked pass by one of them, hit him on his head and take their gears!!!, I managed to own my own =].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When my honeymoon plan seems to be smoothly put into a complete puzzle, I received a call from my housemate one evening that our house was being broken into. They took all of our gadgets and one of them was my camera bag with all of my gears inside. Huwaaa!!! I was so sad~~~ Everytime I looked at my photos that I took way before would make me cry heroically (like Korea hero one).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The honeymoon was approaching so after a nice discussion with my wife, we decided to buy a new one. This time, using installment. And after a half day, swiped my card, looking at the bill and silently shrieked "what the Fart!!!" I got my new 7D!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And we went to Redang Island for our honeymoon with my new 7D that to date not yet to be named. Ekekeke. We enjoyed the blue ocean, the blue sky, the hot chicks in the bikinis, the nice grill night provided by the resort, the snorkeling and lots more!!! We really enjoyed ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My wife was so afraid to do the snorkeling we had to practice the morning before our actual snorkeling session that afternoon. At first she was frantically afraid of the idea floating your body on your chest and it was ruining the mood. But slowly and with patience, I managed to let the fear resides deep within her heart and we managed to enjoy our snorkeling time sooo much!! The coral were awesome and indescribably gorgeous!!!! I swam and swam till I felt so heavy during the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've posted the detail stories of mine here in my entries;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2010/06/redang-island-rugi-tak-pergibaek-pergi.html"&gt;Redang Part 1 - The Chalet and the Sceneries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2010/06/snorkeling-kat-redang-memang-bestttt.html"&gt;Redang Part 2 -&amp;nbsp; The Snorkeling Session in Awe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2010/06/redang-island-final-series.html"&gt;Redang Last Part - The Sightseeing before leaving&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Help yourselves. I guarantee every entries would be a nice click with pictures of me being there and the surrounding. Beware coz it might make you hurriedly book for a chalet right after you read them =p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But my favorite pictures that can portray clearly how happy we were at that magical moment is this one;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/4721327368/" title="kami by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="kami" height="427" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1173/4721327368_2a8c6b739b_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A nice n happy jumping from both of us!!!! With the blue sky and the blue ocean as the background!!! Damn I missing this moment!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I really hope with this picture I could nail the Olympus Happy Photography Contest&amp;nbsp; and win myself the &lt;b&gt;Olympus PEN Lite E-PL3&lt;/b&gt; or the &lt;b&gt;Olympus PEN mini E-PM1!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ChU4RNtfqb8/TqWryzYp2xI/AAAAAAAABhg/BIV8AUPY9p4/s1600/Blue-01+Eng.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ChU4RNtfqb8/TqWryzYp2xI/AAAAAAAABhg/BIV8AUPY9p4/s320/Blue-01+Eng.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;brought to you by Olympus!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows I might stand the chance to win it!!! A sustenance from our first baby maybe!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-6354054319982053014?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/6354054319982053014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=6354054319982053014&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6354054319982053014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6354054319982053014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-happiest-moment.html' title='My Happiest Moment'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1173/4721327368_2a8c6b739b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-1022107270199654498</id><published>2011-10-23T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T23:53:03.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sunday. Hehehe..weekends for picisan blog like mine is like a halo where you really want someone else to read what you wrote down (well at first I didn't really give a damn if no one ever read my entries but after years of having you guys reading and commenting them, I honestly feel lonely though when I thought no one read my new entry=[ ), but you know that most probably they won't or they will read it on Monday provided that your weekend entry remains the latest post till that Monday morning =p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Weekend life without any sports is basically sitting in front of my 14-inches LCD surfing, reading online manga and mostly playing DOTA. Actually on Friday night I got green light from Cembam to play tennis at LHDN Bangi giving reasons that it's nearer, I will put my handphone in my pocket, the battery was just fully recharged while merengek2...bwahahahaha!! But it was raining heavily since afternoon. Huwaaaaa~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But after Asar this evening, I said to Cembam that I wanted to hit the ball against the wall at UKM tennis court. I noticed that they have the tennis wall by the road. Somehow Cembam was OK on the idea so I finally got to test my newly bought racket today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tennis-racquets-wholesale.com/images/Wilson%20tennis%20rackets2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apart of the hitting wall was floored with the 'jalan tar' and the bouncing was rather awkward and irritating to one point, but I just felt so nice to finally got my time to test the racket and sweating a bit. When I was hitting against the wall, a pair of father and son invited me to join them. Hehehhee..So I joined them till the azan was heard. Playing with wall is wayyyy different than with a person for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehehe..Thank you Cembam for being understanding. Hey, I even texted her asking of her condition when I was taking a rest though ready to speed off home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-1022107270199654498?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/1022107270199654498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=1022107270199654498&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1022107270199654498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1022107270199654498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend-dilemma.html' title='Weekend Dilemma'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-4267229267107169662</id><published>2011-10-21T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T01:33:17.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week to go</title><content type='html'>Another 1 week (if we follow the Doc's calculation), I would step into a totally new world, new environment of being a Dad!! Oh My Allah!!! I mean, I did imagine that when I was lots more younger though. But I kept on over-exaggerated the imagination. Like my kids have a blonde hair naturally and blue eyes due to some abnormalities (in a good way) in my chromosomes or something like that..ekekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I talked about the breathing technique with Cembam. Well, I never watched any video about it yet. But I just explained to her how crucial 'curi nafas' is during the deliver. You don't want to waste the 'push' that you've did by inhaling the air and pulling back the kid in. That's the basic concept. I tried to imagine how could she train that so I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Imagine like I'm hardening my abs now to make the paxs came out, I have to hold my breath. But now I'm going to make sure these paxs remain hardened but in the same time I take a breath inhaling as much as I can"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahaha. But Cembam seems to understand it..errr I think so. Heee. My sister who is now residing in Australia with her beloved husband and adorable little daughter told us that her sister in law really good in her breathing technique. While my sis was in her pantang mode and her SIL just delivered her baby, the next her SIL has already wearing her jeans!!! 2 days after giving birth, she's already wearing a jeans!!! Hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom suggests to me to take care of Cembam by my own. Meaning, I shouldn't send her back to KT. But I explained that I'd be working, she would be alone (but my mom volunteered to look after her though) plus we are going back to KT this Raya Haji. That's why alang2, Cembam stayed there until her pantang ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly Mom asked that one night she called Cembam;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Senyap je..laki ko mana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Main tenis"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"main lagi?" (that time just 35 weeks je ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Dah dia nak main&lt;/i&gt;" amvoi, bukan nak backup..damn&lt;br /&gt;"haish laki ko ni"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ekekeke. You know what I replied to my mom??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ooo..mak la ni tukang hasut suh tak bagi main!! Damn!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahahahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-4267229267107169662?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/4267229267107169662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=4267229267107169662&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4267229267107169662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4267229267107169662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/1-week-to-go.html' title='1 week to go'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-4245023104271357557</id><published>2011-10-20T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T12:26:19.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convocation Day UPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was my sister's convocation day after 3plus years of college life. She studied under the IJM scholarship hence she always has something to do during her semester break and after she finished her study, she immediately started her work with IJM PJ and there's only one word for that if you ask me, "Blessed". We are happy for her of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tuesday night, my family arrived at our humble house. Well, due to UPM being just 5 minutes drive from our house, so the staying the night before at ours would be the best inarguable  decision. Luckily they've already had dinner before they came, so I didn't have to prepare any meal for them. A jug of tea was sufficed. Ekekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6261092614/" title="aIMG_9354 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="aIMG_9354" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6039/6261092614_791fd6528e_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, my parents and my sisters have already gone out towards UPM. But Cembam went out earlier. Me? I said to my sis that I would be coming a little bit later around 10A.M. I prefer having a little more nap than having to wait outside for hours waiting for the scroll-giving ceremony to end. So I reached UPM around 11A.M and the timing was so perfect because from the big screen they announced that the YDP or whoever he is will be closing the ceremony. Yea!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest sister was waiting outside for hours. I burst out laughing when I looked at the pictures he took with my camera. (Oh, I let my youngest sister hold the camera). She took random pictures but not just that!! She took pictures of other students taking group photos like she was their friends!!! Even a picture of the guard officer smiling!! She said she just said to them "&lt;i&gt;Kak, Bang, let me take your pictures&lt;/i&gt;". Bwaahahaha..So like reporter la. But really was a nice thing to do to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we regrouped, we just took some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6260575369/" title="1 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="1" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6236/6260575369_2fd0eee8b6_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This landmark was never there during my time. =[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6260709079/" title="IMG_9356 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9356" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6164/6260709079_cb2a1570af_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6260730111/" title="IMG_9359 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9359" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6113/6260730111_0163fb926a_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I arrived, Faris was just arrived couple minutes before me. Thanks to him coz he brought couple boxes of KFC so when abah emerged out of the crowd, he was so hungry and we didn't need to be worry about that. We took couple more photos and then we headed to the foodcourt to get proper seats and rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6261268434/" title="IMG_9362 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9362" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6224/6261268434_2f3054f178_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During my time, this logo wasn't exist yet. So nice man having this huge logo for your convocation picture. Damn!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6261284632/" title="IMG_9381 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9381" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6058/6261284632_9df1d3e1e9_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6260775429/" title="IMG_9389 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9389" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6154/6260775429_26671c9645_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without tripod, I managed to take our photos together at this well, decent place. hehehehe. You got to use anything around you to achieve want you want yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We dined till 2P.M and went to my house. It was raining very heavy. One of the hardest downpour I've ever experienced during my stay there. Maybe because of the rage of Abah that suddenly exploded when we reached my place. But, hmm..Don't think wanna share about that coz its totally has ruined the happiness of that day. Just in a matter of seconds, SNAP!! just like that and the mood was entirely changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..but anyway, happy convocation day Biba!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, during my convocation, less pictures, not even a single pictures with my friends because we were busy looking for our parents and the best part, I was just broke up with my GF..so no one special came except my dearest family and Kak Linda whom I've lost contact...But I didn't give a shit about it=]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-4245023104271357557?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/4245023104271357557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=4245023104271357557&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4245023104271357557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4245023104271357557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/convocation-day-upm.html' title='Convocation Day UPM'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6039/6261092614_791fd6528e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-9140713875490857149</id><published>2011-10-18T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:41:22.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans are becoming more and more evil</title><content type='html'>2 hot news that took you into a speechless state, dumbfounded due to the level of inhuman act were haunting us since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The toddler who were ran over by a van, still fighting for his very live when everyone passing by just ignore that poor little angel and was again ran over by a bigger van on his legs and you could see the weak waving of his hand reaching for help in that unexplainable excruciating pain. But no one ever reached that small hand in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could see how the rear tyre of the first van just squished the body of that innocent toddler that wandered off his parents' guidance. He could removed the body away before leaving the place though, but he didn't do that. What a beyond human cruelness we could see from that video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often heard and read how chinese trying to flare us up by saying how pity for Muslim coz we can't eat pork, babi. Babi is delicious. "&lt;i&gt;We can eat babi..U can't&lt;/i&gt;". Well, its way much better for us not eating babi, fetus like you coz that makes us still being humans that has a high compassionate feeling towards others, towards lives. We don't wanna end up being the same 'human' as the likes of you. You eat humans so you can imagine how corrupted your brains are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The 4 hours new-born baby found with 3 cuts. At the neck, back and his chest. The mother is just 16 or 14 year-old. She did that because her boyfriend doesn't want to take responsibility, doesn't want the baby. What a beyond stupid generation who only knows how to fuck without even thinking. Were you thinking with your cunt and dick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great their determination to deliver the baby alone in the bathroom, when some other mothers enrolled in a private hospital so that they could get the best service and treatment from the nurses and the doctors. They are so afraid of the pain which considered the 2nd most painful experience after death!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of their boyfriends, their secrets, they can bear the pain alone. No scream at all!!! How great!!! The one committed the crime, the evildoers, the one who hit the innocent kid is without a doubt a sick maniac. But those who saw the kids and doing nothing? They are even sicker. It's not that you were looking at a arm robbery or samun in progress that you scared to help coz you might get killed in the end. But you are looking at a poor kid with bones crushed all over his body!!! You can help him!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are becoming more and more uncivilized apart of the latest technology like a talking and thinking phone. Humans are becoming more and more evil. It's a sad fact..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-9140713875490857149?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/9140713875490857149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=9140713875490857149&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/9140713875490857149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/9140713875490857149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/humans-are-becoming-more-and-more-evil.html' title='Humans are becoming more and more evil'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-8118214471299040528</id><published>2011-10-17T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T16:43:30.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy..I'm coming out soon!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always go to bed after 12.30A.M. And usually I would manage to see Cembam waking up in the middle of the night to take a leak. They said once your baby engaged or have their heads at the bottom, their hair would make their mother wanted to pee more than usual. But so far as for Cembam, I think only 2 times more than usual. Some said if you feel wanna pee so much, that means the baby has lotsa hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, the best part of me going to bed late is that I can make sure during that half-asleep mode of Cembam walking to the toilet, I will always be there in case she slipped or stumbled into something. Everytime she went out from the room with her bunk face and hair like Blanka, one of the characters from Street Fighter and walked passed me, she would hear me reminding her every single night "&lt;i&gt;hati-hati jalan tu. Jangan mamai2 gi langgar pape. Pegang dinding jalan&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I went to bed but somehow these stubborn eyelids wont shut close for certain reason and the brain neurons remain active going here and there endlessly, my new favorite thing I like to do while waiting to doze off is to place my hand on Cembam's big belly. And I would feel my boy turning here and there. His elbow or maybe his foot would make a lump here and there and I could easily feel them. He's so active when Cembam is trying to sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes when there was a lump because errr I dont know, maybe he was stretching his hand so his small little fist was like trying to find its way out of that womb, I would pat it and said "&lt;i&gt;hep hep..amboi amboi..lasaknya..tak sabar nak kuar ke?&lt;/i&gt;". Ekekekeke. We both can't wait to see how our first baby looks like. Oh Allah, please bless him with as perfect as appearance as you could..amiiinnnn~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-8118214471299040528?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/8118214471299040528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=8118214471299040528&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/8118214471299040528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/8118214471299040528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/daddyim-coming-out-soon.html' title='Daddy..I&apos;m coming out soon!!'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-1895295110635811317</id><published>2011-10-14T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T15:52:08.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Bahang Ravina dan 'bahang' nya pada aku</title><content type='html'>My after-subuh routine would usually exactly the same. Folded the sejadah, switched off the room's table fan, walked out, pulled the curtain to let the first ray of the morning sunshine piercing its way into our house, switched on the small box fan, lie on my chest and continue my nap couple more hours before I woke up later and get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning, somehow I switched on the Astro, pressed 105 and there was a drama entitled Bahang Ravina. Starred by Nabila Amy Search, Lisdawati's husband and another actress which I forgot the name. It's about how a poor family had to move to KL from KT to start their new life. Ravina acted by Nabila was a nice young girl who are getting prepared for her SPM. She's so brilliant till her friends whom came from rich families decided to have group study with her. And due to Ravina's help, her friends were getting better in their academic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ravina being always around the rich girls, making her wanting wealthy life more and more. She started to hate her family's inadequate condition, thrown away her study to become a singer so she could become rich the fast way. Her mom was so nice to her and always spoke softly to advise her. Ravina father was a strict father that was in my eyes, trying his best to not let his daughter spoiled. Even when Ravina asked for a handphone, he only bought her a very cheap 2nd handed one. Well, just for calls and texting right? So again the right decision. But somehow Ravina's father had a scandal with a rich wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravina's behaviors becoming worse and worse she even kicked and hit her mother to get money out of her. She got out of the house to stay with her boyfriend a.k.a producer and when her mom tried to talked her back home, she hit her mother again and didn't acknowledge the poor old woman as her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, her mom cut all ties with Ravina and prayed to Allah to punish her daughter for her wrong doing. Well, you can imagine how the end right. But I didn't watch this Bahang Ravina drama because I wanted to actually watch it. It's just that it struck me 'OMA!! How hard for me to keep my children safe, being a nice person till the end of their lives!!!". I was honestly terrified in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this drama, Ravina's parents have done their best to raise her as a nice daughter. Well, except for her dad's scandal. And Ravina was a nice girl and an intelligent one to begin with. But the surrounding corrupted. At first I thought the rich friends would be the reason, but it turned out to be Ravina herself who somehow swallowed by her own needs and her own ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child would spend way more time with his/her friends rather than their parents. This is a fact. How should I make sure that my kid would always be a good person outside of my surveillance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...this is the feeling of a Dad. Now I'm starting to know it myself&amp;nbsp; =='&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-1895295110635811317?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/1895295110635811317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=1895295110635811317&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1895295110635811317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1895295110635811317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/drama-bahang-ravina-dan-bahang-nya-pada.html' title='Drama Bahang Ravina dan &apos;bahang&apos; nya pada aku'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-6506917494209591736</id><published>2011-10-14T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T01:31:57.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangi Kopitiam. My own review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eventhough I've been passing this restaurant, eating place or kopitiam to be precise, I've never been dining in this one big corner lot kopitiam with huge board displaying the name of Bangi Kopitiam. From outside, the kopitiam portrays a same standard as Old Town Kopitiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So this one morning after I fetched my sis in law and her husband, I decided to treat them a breakfast here. But it was a late breakfast due to the flight and the distance. We were feeling really hungry but because along the way we couldn't find any warung to crash, so we ended up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t5CSTB6DGSY/TpcbdjEJaRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4ixusPQYvdo/s1600/DSC01802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t5CSTB6DGSY/TpcbdjEJaRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4ixusPQYvdo/s400/DSC01802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663025250884479250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we opened up the menu book. Darn!!! The prices really are expensive and on par with Old Town. But like most of us would feel, "oh, classy kopitiam, lets just dine here and have a nice taste worth the price", so we stick to the idea of dining there apart of the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My SIL and her husband ordered just one hot milo costs RM3.80 if I'm not mistaken, Cembam ordered Nasi Lemak costs Rm7-RM9 I forgot the exact price and I ordered a set of toasted bread. I tasted Old Town's toast previously so I ordered the same thing coz well, it's a bit cheaper. My SIL and her hubby ordered a meal each but I forgot what did they order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had to wait so long, around 20 minutes and there's no 'more than 15 minutes - free coffee' rule like Old Town =[.  And when the hot milo arrived. It was in a small cup like above. Classy u know ==.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GoZjFmvPNRQ/TpcbNm_owJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dEM8Ev38njk/s1600/DSC01803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GoZjFmvPNRQ/TpcbNm_owJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dEM8Ev38njk/s400/DSC01803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663024977061396626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My toast arrived the last. I kept on waiting while the rest were having their meal. And when I finally got my toasted bread like the one above, it's cold. The butter was not melting nicely like the one I had in Old Town. It's so like my 10-year old sister's self made toast. Seriously!! And I am not over exaggerating here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fP5m5bgtIgU/TpcauHTSpOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/iZcLgygtJmo/s1600/DSC01801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fP5m5bgtIgU/TpcauHTSpOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/iZcLgygtJmo/s400/DSC01801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663024435977954530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cembam's over-priced Nasi Lemak looks like that. An ordinary one and not the one with chicken or what so ever. The taste? Emm..the same as the one we could buy at RM2 just 150 meters near the corner. And again, I'm not over exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair for me to rate down the kopitiam but this is my own experience. It's always full of people and maybe I was just out of luck y'know. But surely I won't be dining there again. Old Town is way better if I were to judge by just this one time experience but I try not to dine in Old Town too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting more and more used to expensive dining places and from my point of view, this will lead to inflation when more and more people say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh, Nasi lemak RM11? Ok la..standard as long as it's nice&lt;/span&gt;". Would you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-6506917494209591736?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/6506917494209591736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=6506917494209591736&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6506917494209591736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6506917494209591736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/bangi-kopitiam-my-own-review.html' title='Bangi Kopitiam. My own review'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841745544374034610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t5CSTB6DGSY/TpcbdjEJaRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4ixusPQYvdo/s72-c/DSC01802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-2746975423406983967</id><published>2011-10-13T12:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:51:16.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The expected news and the Big Bad Wolf Book Fair</title><content type='html'>As I've shared in my FB status last night, praise to Allah that my baby has now turned his head down and in ready position waiting to engage into the pelvic area for his last stay in the womb before emerging into this world and finally managed to look on his parents' face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were really worried to be honest. I know that the most important thing is the healthiness and safeness of the baby and the Mom but having a C-sect would surely gave quite an after effect to the Mom. So we really prayed that our baby would be delivered normally and we do hope Allah would attend to our pray =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long 2++ hours (More on the waiting time) in that cold area, but gladly the sofa is so soft so it can compensate the coldness plus I've well prepared with my windbreaker and slept the whole waiting time with my folded legs making sure my feet were sealed under my thighs to keep them warm. But it's worth the wait after we heard the good news that we were expecting so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_kaGXPlcW_cpYd6uKBgJZQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fwcebQ-_e28/TpZilRZlF9I/AAAAAAAABhM/7VFSpLaB3a0/s640/DSC00001.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our early lunch after that around 11.30AM and then I said to Cembam that there's a book fair going on at UPM and she said she wanted to tag along. So impulsively we went there and there are lots of books!! Even after a week has passed! The BIG BAD WOLF book fair this time is held at MAEPS UPM, in the blue-roof building. Nice air-conditioning, and because I went there during weekdays, many people but not crazily packed with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookery books are so many to be found out there. Even Jamie Oliver's cook book costs only RM5!!! Go get them. Me? I didn't buy it. The last time I bought cook book for my wife, to this date, she had only try one of the recipe. Ahahhaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After browsing here and there, I stick to my favourite genre - FICTION!! I love novel with story like Narnia, mages, witches, magical world, dragons and etc. And you need to look at "Young Adult" section for those. Well, I know that I'm young sure..=p. I managed to find 2 books before Cembam said she really tired of walking and standing. I asked her to go out and sit under the provided tents outside of the book area where you could also buy some drinks or snacks. So she walked out and waited me outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to buy around 4-5 books. Around 30-40 ringgit. I had 2 books with me at that time and was looking for another 2. Went to the general fiction and stumbled into this book ELDEST. The sequel of the ERAGON story. Nice!!! I could only see that 1 unit. So no choice, I just took it. And my last book, I went to the best selling section and spotted Cecilia Ahern. Oh, one of my favourite author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. So I bought 4 books that would last me 2 years maybe. Ahahahahaha!! There are lots of books, atlas, encyclopedia, photography and lots more and there are so fuckin cheap!!! Go man!! Novels cost you RM8 only!! You just need to take the Hospital Serdang signboard and you should definitely reach the place!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-2746975423406983967?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/2746975423406983967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=2746975423406983967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/2746975423406983967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/2746975423406983967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/expected-news-and-big-bad-wolf-book.html' title='The expected news and the Big Bad Wolf Book Fair'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fwcebQ-_e28/TpZilRZlF9I/AAAAAAAABhM/7VFSpLaB3a0/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-1563546844841889178</id><published>2011-10-11T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T17:01:08.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mati ketika nak bersenggama cara bondage berikat-ikat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wargh!! Pukul 4.43 petang.. rasanya aku taip entri baru je lah nk bunuh masa aku tu. Dah tak tau dah nak bunuh masa aku camne lagi. Ku cincang sudah, ku sontot sudah, ku rejam sudah..so taip entri baru plak lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meh aku share apa aku mimpi malam tadi. Sebenarnya lepas pada mimpi tu nak gi tulis siap2 takut lupa. Tapi susah benor nk bukak mata. Dah la malam tadi mimpi macam2. Tapi aku tulis mana yang aku ingat satu mimpi ni ye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scene dia dalam sebuah kelas terang benderang ramai orang. Ada satu awek minah saleh ni ha..rambut itam, idung mancung wawieee meletops. Tiba2 kelas tu kosong. Kami berpandangan. Then gadis tadi mendekati ku seraya berkata "&lt;i&gt;Do you know that I really like U&lt;/i&gt;", sambil pandang aku bagi signal "&lt;b&gt;green light&lt;/b&gt;". Aku tak lepas peluang lah kan. Alaa..dalam mimpi, aku tau tu mimpi..so aku buat la..bwahahahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mula2 kami nk start bercumbu..Bibir merah mugil, tapi gigi cam haram. Dalam mimpi tu aku cakap "&lt;i&gt;what the hell gigi camni...tukar2&lt;/i&gt;". Ate aku kan gifted leh control mimpi aku skit2. So aku cam pejam mata skit, maka cantik dah gigi awek tadi. Aku pn cumbu skali..MMuuuahhh~~~. Bila dia nk lagi skali aku taknak. Tau kenape?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku byk kali mimpi bercium ni sebenarnya. And skang aku leh beza realiti ngn mimpi. Why? Dalam mimpi bila aku cium tu..ada rasa payau n lahanat satu macam. Takleh nk explen rasa dia. Aku bajet saitan dok berak kat mulut aku kot time adegan bercumbu tu. Jadi disebabkan 4-5 kali terpalit rasa camtu dalam mimpi masa bercium..aku takmo dah. Aku rasa sekali cam jahanam mmg tak cium dh sebab aku syak syaitan pedajai aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sekian tips bercium dalam mimpi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok back to my mimpi. Then awek ni horny semacam beb. Dia nak aku ikat tangan ke belakang.. wawieee..Kinky kau~~~ Oh ye sebelum tu aku tgok boobs awek ni flat abeh. Aku pejam n tukar lagi design kasi best dulu. Ekekeke. Orait skang bila dh ikat, baru aku nk move on awek ni bertukar rupa awek melayu plak dahhh..Then jerit kat aku "&lt;i&gt;bukak la tali ni..ruam la weh..ruam!!!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pulak dah!! Tetiba ada satu tangan tunjuk kat area body awek tu diikat "&lt;i&gt;dia alergi geseran tali ni..ruam haa..bukak bukak&lt;/i&gt;". Bwahahaha...potong stim la. Aku siap maki smbil buka bondage tu "&lt;i&gt;dah tau ruam nak mintak ikat2..sial la!!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekali bila dh bukak, nk move on.&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;.BAAAMMMM!!!!&lt;/b&gt; Pencegah maksiat masuk beb!! "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoii..buat apa!!??"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, herdik JAKIM tu. Aku pun apa lagi cuak. Tapi aku cool sebab aku tau mimpi kan. "Arghh..aku nak teleport lari", seraya letak jari telunjuk kat dahi (macam Son Goku punya gerakan sejenak) dan blink ke tempat lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLINK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tengok2 Jakim nye pegawai tu dok sengih ada tepi aku lagi. Dem, camne dia leh blink skali ni. Masa tu aku dh blink ke tingkat atas tau. Last2 aku lompat ke bawah bangunan tinggu tu sambil&amp;nbsp; jerit "&lt;i&gt;Bwahahahaha!!! Aku leh blink lagi la smbil lompat. Aku tak taku mati punyeeee!!!!&lt;/i&gt;". Tapi malang!! Aku tak sempat blink.. KEDEBABBBBBB...Aku mati betul ha jatuh bangunan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Masa takut aku cuak!! Sebenarnya on the way aku terjun tu aku tarik balik kata2 aku..aku sempat ingat tuhan. Aku cakap "&lt;i&gt;eh ya Allah..aku takut mati..jangan laaaa&lt;/i&gt;". Sekali mati beb. Siyes aku dapat rasa kematian tu. Tetiba sekeliling aku putih berasap2. Ada sekelompok manusia dok pandang mayat aku sayu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku minta hidup semula. Berkali2 aku jerit. Aku rasa ada sesuatu kuar dari mulut aku macam orang berbuih2 mulut tu. Mengalir kuar perlahan. (aku kompemkan bukan air liur basi..sebab aku cek lepas tu). Buat seketika aku terbaring kaku..Tetobe ada satu suara berkata "&lt;i&gt;Oh..dah hidup balik dah tu&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku happy and aku buka mata.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fwohhh!! Memang idup lagi. Ada atas katil, bini aku kat sebelah...fyuhhhh!!! Sedara sedari..nasihat saya, kalau nak kinky berbondage berikat2 pun, biar lah ngan bini anda..takpun port tu clear. Kalau tak, tak pasal2 mati camtu je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;P/s: sebenarnya aku cuak gak kot tahap mimpi aku ni jadi semakin real hingga tahap aku takleh nak differentiate mana yang real life and mana mimpi.. ah sudah~~~&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-1563546844841889178?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/1563546844841889178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=1563546844841889178&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1563546844841889178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1563546844841889178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/mati-ketika-nak-bersenggama-cara.html' title='Mati ketika nak bersenggama cara bondage berikat-ikat'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-3050833461392076189</id><published>2011-10-11T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T03:13:16.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im not proud Im a muslim because I was born in it. But Im grateful as one =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kenapa perlu menghina, memijak2 dan memaki-maki sesuatu dengan alasan mahu menunjukkan kebatilan sesuatu perkara itu? Bukan ke lagi elok kau jelaskan satu persatu kebatilan tu supaya orang lain faham ur so called perjuangan utk 'membuka' mata orang lain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ni kes Makcik SittAlWuzzara la ni...kononnya nampak keburukan islam dan dia sebagai wanita melayu Islam mahu tunjuk betapa batilnya agama ni. Tapi dengan cara memaki hamun Allah SWT..memanggil Rasullullah dengan panggilan Babi Muhammad. Mengenengahkan idea bahawasanya Allah ni kaki amarah, dok nak murka sesaje, dok nak seksa orang nak tunjuk power apa sume haishh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila orang komen katanya kebebasan bersuara nak tunjuk Islam tu batil.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adeh..apa ke bangang sangat. Kalau betul rasa batil, list kan sume kebatilan tu dan mintak la ulama' kami ni jawab sume benda. Tak perlu nak hebat cari kitab la..Kebenaran ni leh nampak dengan mata kasar je haa..Nak bagi contoh. Ok, ni dari aku yang tak berapa berilmu lah ye. Tak reti sangat menyentuh dari segi agama, kita tgok dari segi umum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Skang nampak kan dunia dok maki hamun Islam, cuba bagi imej terrorist lah, persendakan Rasullullah, Allah, buat brand yang ada maksud tersirat sume tu semata2 nak lekehkan islam. Ada nampak umat Islam wat benda tu sume kat agama lain? Takde kan? Tak ke nampak orang 'takut' dengan Islam. Dalam al-qur'an sendiri ada sebut surah Al-Imran bahawasanya Ahli Kitab ni tau kebenaran, tapi mereka campur adukkan kebenaran dengan batil padahal mereka tahu Islam tu benar semata2 nak menegakkan kebatilan mereka sendiri. Nah..ada tulis Islam buat benda yg sama kat kitab korang?? Kompem la takde dah Taurat ngn Injil tu datang dari Allah gak. Kecuali yang korang dah putar belit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See? Yahudi tau dah betapa benarnya Islam. Tapi memang sifat mereka dari dulu bodoh sombong. Kalau tak, takde la depa susah payah nak tawan baitulmaqdis tu. Ada nampak filem kami, tulisan orang Islam yang mempersendakan kristian? Yang mempersendakan Jew? Hindu? Buddha? Takde..kalau ada pn yg cetek akal. Ada nmpk yang tahap filem kuar ke serata dunia?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TAKDE...sebab kami umat Islam tak pernah memaksa orang memeluk islam. Kami tak pernah diajar utk mempersendakan agama lain. Nampak sangat la kau SittWuzzara or Adlin Abdul Jalil yg kau ni bukan 'islam'. Sebab perkara asas ni pn takde dalam diri kau.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Korang tgok punya banyak movie hollywood yang perlekeh kan agama kristian. Tu dari kaum yang sepatutnya kristian tu. Orang mereka sendiri dok kutuk Kristian. Apa citer? Dalam citer2 Socerer's Apprentice, King Arthur ada tunjuk macam mana diorang manusia biasa menganggap diri tu utusan tuhan dan boleh seksa or buat apa je depa suka. Nampak tak jahilnya manusia biasa dianggap tuhan? Manusia biasa yang mengampunkan dosa penganut mereka? ???&amp;nbsp; ????&amp;nbsp; ?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ate buat salah, bunuh orang je...gi gereja mintak mahap. "&lt;i&gt;Father, I've committed a huge sins. Will God forgive me?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You are forgiven"..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fikir logic try tgok. Masuk akal ke wat salah je senang2 nak dapat keampunan? Ada video youtube yang papar interbiu murtad islam masuk kristian sbb ceritanya time dia buat salah (tak ingat salah pa) dalam lokap, dia takut, dia insaf. Then tetiba ada cahaya, Jesus katanya yang ampunkan dia. Terus masuk kristian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quote beliau. "&lt;i&gt;In Islam we never know when our sins will be forgiven. Or will it ever be forgiven? We kept on asking and wondering. But Christianity offers you forgiveness where Islam could never give&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adeh..sian sungguh la. Kalau ini je sebab ko rasa Kristian tu betul. Tak ke nampak jahilnya. Yes you guys out there can give me anymore reason. I just take some only. Guna akal. Kalau wat jahat je forgiven, ate wat jahat je forgiven, senang le camtu. Ko minat awek sorang ni...rogol kaw2, pastu gi gereja, confess..fogiven. Pfffttt...nampak dah bangang dia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam Islam dosa tu terbahagi pada 2 yang nyata. 1, dosa pada Allah. Dan 2, dosa pada manusia. Ko wat dosa bukan pada manusia, tu antara ko dengan Allah? Ko dah insaf kaw2 tp tak tau Allah maafkan ke tak? Tu sebab nk suh ko insaf smpi meninggal. Kalau dia kata ko diampunkan depan2 kat dunia ni, ko senang hati..ko wat lagi le ye dak? Dan kalau ko wat aniaya pada manusia lain, ko kena mintak maaf kat manusia tu..bukan pada Allah. Tak ke adil tu? Takdela mangsa yang ko bunuh tu mengamuk, "&lt;i&gt;Jesus!!! You forgave him? He killed me!!! He raped me and cut my body into pieces, thrown them into the ditch. Yet you forgave him?!!! And you forgave him in this world?!!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam Islam ko taubat lah smpi akhir hayat kau. Moga2 Allah ampunkan walaupun dosa dengan manusia. Allah maha pengampun. Apa yg aku cuba smpikan, bukan main hambat "&lt;i&gt;you are forgiven&lt;/i&gt;" straight lepas ko confess. Pegangan pada kebenaran islam aku lebih kuat lepas baca novel Isabella. Kalau korang berani nk pertikai baca la novel tu dan tolong jawab soalan2 tentang agama korang dalam tu ye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moh le berdoa agar kita ni ditempatkan dikalangan yang mati dalam iman dan islam. Macam2 boleh jadi pada kita. Kita berharap kita akan terus kekal dalam islam =].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-3050833461392076189?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/3050833461392076189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=3050833461392076189&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3050833461392076189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3050833461392076189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-not-proud-im-muslim-because-i-was.html' title='Im not proud Im a muslim because I was born in it. But Im grateful as one =]'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-6114965214131483225</id><published>2011-10-10T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:09:25.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool wheeled-toy!!</title><content type='html'>Couple of weeks back, during the last week of Hari Raya, my in-law family were in town to attend my SIL's convocation day. As most of the family were assembled, my aunties and uncles in-law have thrown a small open house to feast them during the stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I have around 4 open houses held by my friends that weekend but family comes first. Still, I squeezed my time and went to 2 of them after I grilled some squids and fishes at Cik Su's house while waiting my in-law to arrive. I managed to attend my friends' open houses around Jusco Equine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we had a feast at Cik Ngah's house, 500M from our apartment. Satay!!! And the mango pickles are so damn nice!! I even got to bring home 3 small tupperwares filled with them courtesy of Cik Ngah. Hehehehe. She said next time surely she gonna make more..ekekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6227081236/" title="7 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="7" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6220/6227081236_0258b0ddca_z.jpg" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to another Cembam's cousin at Nilai. Another feast and while resting and chatting, I spot this errr..I dunno what it's called. I refer it as wheeled toy la..ahaha. Haa..this wheeled toy is so nice man. You dont have to push it to make it move. You just need to steer the steering left and right and it will move non-stop as long as you keep steering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my niece playing it but at the end I really felt wanna test it out myself. So there I go!! Tell me if you know what it's called. Based on Cembam's cousin, he bought it at Sabasun Kuala Terengganu, an infamous supermarket not far from KT house. So I think next time I will go there and buy one. It really nice man. Really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Xiyad...kalau kepala turun bawah Rabu ni doktor check Ayah beli se ke mu. Haa..kalu dok mu tgok je la ayah maing sorang2..Ahahahahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-6114965214131483225?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/6114965214131483225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=6114965214131483225&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6114965214131483225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6114965214131483225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/cool-wheeled-toy.html' title='cool wheeled-toy!!'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6220/6227081236_0258b0ddca_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-141520088651155950</id><published>2011-10-07T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T18:09:17.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever happens, we are family aren't we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6192858170/" title="Yusof n Masnah's Family by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Yusof n Masnah's Family" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6173/6192858170_40db624cc7_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;Our complete family!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year's Hari Raya, our family is blessed with 2 little toddlers Nahdan and Nureen. And the best part is that my sis that lives in OZ is able to join and celebrate Raya with us. Thanks a lot to Abang Osman for making this possible. =]. But we can't always get what we want..my army brother couldn't manage to join us due to the call of duty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But couple weeks after that he informed us that he would be in KL to take care of something and finally our complete family is reunited. And like always, the rally point would be my sis' house at Shah Alam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But everything in our life would come to an end. Last Wednesday, Abang Osman's holiday ended. He already extended his unpaid leave another 3 days due to the fight ticket. So I worked from home that Wednesday so I could dash to the airport after Cembam back from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6217894886/" title="Us with Nureen by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Us with Nureen" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6159/6217894886_e7e71a5758_z.jpg" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and my sisters were already waiting at the KLIA McD. And right after we arrived, I took a fair amount of time cuddling Nureen, kiss her here and there coz I'm gonna miss her so much after this. Those white fluffy checks!!! &lt;i&gt;"Uuu..Nureen, bagi sket puteh2 gebu2 ni kat anak uncleeee".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6217393465/" title="The toddlers by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="The toddlers" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6213/6217393465_4c377ff7e0_z.jpg" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Top : Nureen and her smile. She always smile whenever we 'agah' her.Ouu!! Look at her~~~ Really gonna miss U Nureen~~. She would generously throw u a smile everytime U interact with her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bottom : Nahdan and his torturing parents. Ekekekeke. He looks so cute with the turtle outfit!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6217403691/" title="Gonna miss U!!! by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Gonna miss U!!!" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6110/6217403691_75fecb9156_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here's uncle gorgeous deep long kiss for you..MMMMMWWWWWAAAAHHHHCKKKKKSSSS!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6217429803/" title="Sending Kak Wa by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sending Kak Wa" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6235/6217429803_b0831bdf98_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before entering the gate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm glad I could squeeze my time and manage to send them that Wednesday. A moment filled with emotions. Some expressed it out, and some just being deeply hold back for the sake not flooding the airport with our tears =p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6217550571/" title="Before leaving by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Before leaving" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6222/6217550571_8bcccf39db_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6217980046/" title="See ya next year!! by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="See ya next year!!" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6180/6217980046_55ea77500c_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Osman's last wave to us while walking towards the checkpoint. Well, there's a bit of sorrow while watching them from top leaving us bit by bit till the moment they vanished from our sight. But that's life. When we try to pursue the betterness of it, we would sacrifice something else. We just need to make sure that both are balance and worth the efforts!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you Nureen, Kak Wa, Abang Osman next year. InsyaAllah~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-141520088651155950?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/141520088651155950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=141520088651155950&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/141520088651155950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/141520088651155950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/whatever-happens-we-are-family-arent-we.html' title='Whatever happens, we are family aren&apos;t we?'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6173/6192858170_40db624cc7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-6521899507098915153</id><published>2011-10-06T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T14:22:55.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters in Islam? Yang terburu2 laksana hukum or yang terburu2 menentang hukum?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pertubuhan bukan kerajaan (NGO), Sisters in Islam (SIS) menentang  pelaksanaan hukum hudud di Malaysia atas alasan ia tidak akan membawa  keadilan kepada kaum wanita selain bertentangan dan melanggar jaminan  perlembagaan yang diperuntukkan. Pengarah Eksekutif SIS, Ratna Osman  berkata bahawa pihaknya kekal dengan pendirian yang telah diputuskan  semenjak tahun 1993, ketika Kelantan meluluskan enakmen bagi  menguatkuasakan hudud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;SIS percaya bahawa masyarakat perlu dikawal selia selari dengan  prinsip kesaksamaan, keadilan dan maruah, dan bukannya menerusi  penghakisannya dengan hukuman-hukuman kejam dan keras.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enakmen Kesalahan Jenayah Syariah Terengganu (Hudud dan Qisas) 2002  mengatakan bahawa di bawah Seksyen 9, seorang wanita yang membuat  laporan dia telah dirogol boleh dituduh qazaf dan dikenakan sebatan  sebanyak 80 kali jika dia gagal menyediakan bukti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meskipun pindaan telah dibuat untuk membenarkan bukti situasi, masih  wujud kekeliruan, sebagai contoh, pihak mana yang perlu menyediakan  bukti iaitu polis atau mangsa? Pindaan tidak mencukupi dan keseluruhan  undang-undang ini kekal sesuatu yang tidak adil,&lt;/i&gt;” kata Ratna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloggerrakyat.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Rogol.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tambah  beliau, di bawah enakmen Kelantan, seorang wanita yang mengandung atau  melahirkan anak disebabkan kejadian rogol, dianggap telah melakukan zina  meskipun dia merupakan mangsa dirogol. Ketidakupayaan menyediakan empat  saksi lelaki akan berakhir dengan (andaian) telah melakukan zina,  sedangkan perogol pula bebas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ia memperuntukkan hukuman yang dilihat kejam, tidak perikemanusiaan  dan mengaibkan. Ia melanggar prinsip-prinsip universal hak asasi manusia  dan diskriminasi ke atas kaum wanita,” katanya lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ni dok pung pang dah kaji ke belum ni? Ada tanya ustaz ke or Tuan Guru Nik Aziz tu sendiri tak camne? Gile betul kau Ratna nak kata tak adil pada hukum Allah. Pasni kat mahsyar boleh la beridiri megah tunjuk jari kat Allah kata "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;apa ni Allah, tak adil punya hukum!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camni la, amek contoh paling mudah la..sembahyang ye..Ni kalau ko sembahyang la yeee. Allah kata tak boleh tinggal!!! Sakit camne pn takleh tinggal. Betul? Tp kan ada ruhsoh dia, keringanan dia yg macam-macam. Tak larat bediri boleh duduk, takleh duduk boleh baring, takleh gerak pape bole guna kelopak mata isyarat je. Nampak tak camne indah dan mudahnya Islam. Jadi yg ko dok pung pang tak adil tu, dah cek belum betul2 camne? Takde ilmu main cakap, budak darjah 6 pun boleh buat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-6521899507098915153?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/6521899507098915153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=6521899507098915153&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6521899507098915153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6521899507098915153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/sisters-in-islam-bullshit-lah-buang-je.html' title='Sisters in Islam? Yang terburu2 laksana hukum or yang terburu2 menentang hukum?'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-1027855451420737103</id><published>2011-10-04T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T01:03:52.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kos proses membeli rumah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haish..nak beli rumah ni memang senang citer dia cam bangsat orang kata. Bukak forum macam2 rate la yang ada. Tak selaras. Lawyer yang selama ni aku dengar suka makan duit orang, aku masih tak percaya..tapi aku tengok la camne seminggu dua ni hal lawyer SNP aku tu. So far masih OK. And aku nak share skit la pasal beli rumah ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.&lt;i&gt; Kita selalu dok sebut "ishh..kalau tau naik rega umah tu, aku beli dah dulu&lt;/i&gt;. Takde makna beb. Kita mmg tau. Tapi kita tak mampu..betul tak? Skang ni tanya mesti tau area sini akan naik rega apa sume, tp tak beli2 gak kan? sebab tak mampu weh~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;Tunggu lagi skit lagi simpanan. 2 tahun lagi beli umah la&lt;/i&gt;. Pun takde makna derr..Lagi 2 tahun umah tu naik 120K rega. Jadinya smpi bila2 pn tak cukup duit beli rumah. Tu yang timbul kesedaran nak tak nak kena beli gak tahun ni. Memang sakit la sebab rega umah makin naik. Dari installment 20 tahun skang naik 25, 30, 35 and smpi 39 tahun haaa!!! Kejap lagi jadi 2 generasi macam Jepun smpikan bunuh diri sebab takde anak nk sambung installment. Haishhh!! BLR pn dah naik haa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;Beli umah memang duit kuar macam air&lt;/i&gt;. Ibarat paip bocor. Ko tau takde dah duit nk bayar bil, tp kuar gak air tu. Pening plak tu proses. Lawyer la, legal fee lah, kaviat lah, SNP la, tukar hak milik lah, surat sekatan la, ganti nama lah, wasiat lah, BLR lah...DAMN!!! Banyak gila beb!!! Ibarat kena ragging senior nak kena kenal sorang2 zaman korang blaja dulu!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Proses dan duit yang macam-macam. Kalau korang google pasal beli rumah, ada jumpa kiraan dia. Tapi memang jangan harap le kiraan dia macam tu. Ko nak recce bank plak satu hal. Lambat sangat lulus loan kang satu hal kena bayar late fee la apa lah. Damn!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Duit KWSP korang yang punya, tp nak kuarkan banyak hal!! Ko dh dapat surat dari bank kata lulus pinjaman utk loan umah, KWSP masih nk SNP, geran dan surat sekatan (if applicable). SNP nk kuar kena byar dulu 10% deposit tu. Ate kalau mmg harap KWSP je, mana nak cekau 10% tu? Nak tggu simpanan 5 tahun 28K tu?? Haaa??!!!! Lepas 5 tahun eh tak cukup la..skang dah 36K!! Apa jadahnya!! Surat bank dah kuar nak tipu apa nye lagi!! Ni nk kena setel dulu guna duit sendiri. Kalau ada!!! Baru leh kuar KWSP!!! Apa punya proses daaa!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yang call aku pasal loan pas aku submit borang Muamalat je ha..Alhamdulillah mmg 100% islamic. Takde riba' kompem. So lepas pikir2, recce2, diskas2 sana sini, tanya orang sana sini mcam orang ilang anak, aku decide amek je dengan Muamalat bank ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ni kiraan dia kat offer letter tu;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Home Financing : RM259,200&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TMP : RM 9,803&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wasiat : RM350&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valuation Fee : RM650&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Legal Fees : 5,481.55&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku pn tak tau apa TMP tu. Tapi dia cover insurans MRTT (islamic utk 35 tahun), kaviat, stamping apa jadah la sekali lump sump. Bila aku recce2 tanya2 lawyer lain depa kata OK dah tu. So aku pn rasa mmg ok sangat. Wasiat tu selalunya RM600 and valuation RM800, tapi aku dapat rega tu alhamdulillah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sume tu selain Home Financing akan masuk dalam loan kita. Erti kata lain duit tak kuar dah utk sume tu. Cover dalam loan. So far so good. Agen bank tu pn aku dah jumpa mmg bagus orang nya. Siap tukar macam2 bank dari RHB islamic tp last2 kat Muamalat sebab bila dia kaji2, RHB islamic pn tak sepenuhnya islamic. Dia siap ajar camne kiraan dia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Skang ni poblem bila nak amek SNP (sale n purchase punya borang yg mengesahkan ko beli umah tu). Pagi tadi ada lawyer call mintak balance 6.5% = 18K plus RM6814K lagi yuran guaman. Aku dah blur. Apasal kena bayar lawyer lg padahal aku tanya agen bank aku dari hari pertama smpi time sign aku tak patut kuar duit lagi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Upanya tu bukan lawyer dari Muamalat. Kami ada diskas mmg aku nak amek Muamalat punya lawyer. Aku taknak kena late fee apa jadah la. Aku dengar dari banyak pihak Lawyer2 ni akan cekik ko, squeeze duit ko dengan cara yang laywer bank kata lawyer SNP lambat, yang SNP kata bank lambat. Tau2 ko kena caj 2K sebab late fee dan macam2 lagi. Agen bank aku pn mmg jaga kepentingan aku n kata better lawyer bank dia yg incharge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tp tadi ptg dia call kali ke3 kata yang memang agen nk pakai lawyer depa gak. Nak amek duit gak la tu. Kononnya aku client yg firma diorang dapat. Ptuiii!!! Skang ni aku tnya lagi agen bank aku, dia kata takpela, nak wat camne tp dia kompemkan lagi skali yang aku tak patut kuar duit apa lagi dah. Cuma yang wat aku tak sedap hati ni bila lawyer bukan dari Bank, takde makna dah nak jaga kepentingan aku. Ada la tu nanti caj tersembunyi dia create. Yang mintak 6K tu pn siap tanya kaviat bagai padahal aku dh cover, ko sendiri nampak la camne dia nk cari duit. Yang tak reti pape bayar gitu2 je..tak ke naya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haishh..aku cuma berharap dimudahkan je la urusan aku ni. Aku nak kontek agen bank aku tu utk tanya in advance camne cara lawyer sll amek duit. Apa yang aku leh wat agar tak kena caj gitu2 je dari depa. Hmmm..kena bijak dan tegas skit. Padahal agen umah tu sendiri kata aku leh pakai lawyer yang aku suka..wadehel tetiba nk lawyer depa gak?? Sial tol!! Kompem nk squeeze kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku harap sangat aku tak kena macam2 hal. Tapi aku dh nekad kalau tiba2 aku kena byar benda ntah pape, time aku dapat je SNP tu, aku akan cakap&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"takpe la cik..saya tak halalkan duit saya tu. Bukan nye skit puluh-puluh. Ribu2 awak squeeze ye. Saya nak adakan 10% deposit tu pn dah tebal muka pinjam sana sini macam pengemis. Awak senang2 je nk squeeze. Sapa pn yg amek duit tu saya tak halalkan dunia akhirat. Makan dan cari la saya kat Mahsyar nanti"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm..puas hati. Tapi aku masih harap aku nye ok je. Aku rasa mmg kena sebab surat sekatan tu amek masa plak nak approve. Tu yang risau habissss!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-1027855451420737103?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/1027855451420737103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=1027855451420737103&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1027855451420737103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1027855451420737103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/kos-proses-membeli-rumah.html' title='kos proses membeli rumah'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-8843150239073748264</id><published>2011-10-03T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T00:04:11.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jajan legend yg cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you were kids, surely you had this craving towards those fancy colourful Jajan, snacks, ice creams and sweets yah? Well, I'm just the same kid as you. I would even go to the grocery store 200M from my house with just 5cent so I could buy myself a piece of mango pickle (jeruk pelam). Ya, it used to cost 5 cents each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some brands that you might still remember like Chikedes, DinDang, Rota and lots more. Tora costs Rm1 a box back then and it came with various kind of toys inside which you won't know unless you buy one. Those who got Tora from their parents were called those who were blessed that time..ekekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, memories sure are nice things to be hold, but we need to let it go when the time needs us to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last month when I was at my hometown accompanying my Mom to buy some ingredients, we stopped at an old-style grocery shop and I spotted some Jajan/snacks that I used to eat when I was a kid. I picked one and I saw another, picked that one, one more got spotted and at the end of the visit I bought various kind of Jajans worth RM15. Ahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I buy? Here let's have a look;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6203766876/" title="jajan1 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="jajan1" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6007/6203766876_52bd3ccd67_z.jpg" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gula tarik costs 10 cent each back then, kacang tumbuk also. Gula tarik is so niceeee....it's sticky, liat2 and those bijan tu add on the taste. A really traditional cuisine man~~ Then Kacang tumbuk is a bit tricky. You need to use your palm to ensure serbuk2 serdak dia are not going to spread all around and mess up the place..ekekeke!!! My late grandpa liked this so much!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6203264489/" title="jajan2 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="jajan2" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6024/6203264489_49f8bd25ce_z.jpg" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next is tausa or it was written on the package here as Tau Sar. I think it's a chinese word. I dont know. Some would write Kacang Hijau on their wrap. But I love this one. When I was studying my college days, I would buy this once in a while to motivate myself to keep on studying..ekekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then Kuih Potong. Ok. If I'm not mistaken both of them cost 20 cent each during my childhood days. But I do think there was once each cost 10cent a piece as well. I think the inside of&amp;nbsp; Kuih Potong are red beans. Love it too but Kuih Potong usually will get stuck celah gigi..ekekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6203275383/" title="jajan3 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="jajan3" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6159/6203275383_c3e0f80ba4_z.jpg" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next we have Biskut Kacang. From its name you can already tell that it made from nuts. I loveee this one. It costs 10cents a piece as well back then. If I have 10cents left from my pocket money of 40cents at the end of my school day, I would buy this if Ice cream was not the best option =].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Roti Putu - err, that it what written on the packaging that I have with me here. Its made from sago and tastes nice for sure. It's a bit different from the traditional sago where it packs like Choki Choki, paper wrapper where you tore the top and swallow them tonggengkan gitu. This one would also lekat celah gigi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6203308611/" title="IMG_8925 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8925" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6156/6203308611_67a0734b22_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And last but not least, Bipang!!! This one called Bola Bipang coz it's round. The one that Mom used to always buy for us was rectangular shape. We would broke piece by piece and shared among my siblings. There would always be unsatisfied tone like "&lt;i&gt;apsal ko nye besar bang?&lt;/i&gt;". Ekekekekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So amacam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys have the same memories? Same jajan that we ate during our childhood?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-8843150239073748264?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/8843150239073748264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=8843150239073748264&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/8843150239073748264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/8843150239073748264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/10/jajan-legend-yg-cool.html' title='Jajan legend yg cool'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6007/6203766876_52bd3ccd67_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-5982370309782850371</id><published>2011-09-30T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T15:17:27.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrassing moment when I caught red-handed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friday prayer is the time where we could see the strength of Muslim. How everyone would stop doing their everyday routine and walking towards the same place. Some with sejadah on his shoulder, some with turban, some with their crocs and some with a red punk hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's always a great feeling looking at the huge crowd and remembering yourself that you are part of them, their brothers and deep inside us we always pray that they have the same tauhid that would stand strong and offer their helping hands whenever you need them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was completing my matriculation phase 10 years ago (uishh..tua nya skang), the mosque where we performed our Friday prayer is around 2KM from our college. The distance was not actually the issue, but the terrain was. The mosque is located uphill where you really need to tilt your body upfront to balance yourselves and walking up the hill a little bit easier. During those days, most of us managed to develop a nice leg muscle by walking there every Friday ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of the time we would buy our lunch, either tapau or dined there after our last period of class and went back to our room to have s short siesta before going to the mosque. If we were late enough, we would be walking towards the mosque where we couldn't see anyone else passing by..And while we were walking up the hill, we would see some heads on the peak coming down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Damn, dah abeh dh semayang!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We would think of the best deceiving plan to cover our shameful lateness when that happened =p. Sometimes we would go into the shops around there or just walking down the hill back to our room like everybody else only that we were the one on the lead. Haishhh~~ &lt;b&gt;Don't try this at home!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was also caught once when I replied to my friend half-awake to go first the time he waked me up for the friday prayer. I was drifted back into my afternoon nap and when I woke up, it was already 2 PM. I walked to the bathroom and when I walked out from there, Ustaz has already waiting outside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tak semayang ye..turun bawah!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn~~~ kena denda berjemur in front of the surau and it was so embarrassing&amp;nbsp; much more when huge group of the male student walked passed us from the mosque. Perghh..malu siot!! It really was a lesson learnt the hard way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I remembered one of the student when he was asked by the lecturer, we found out that he never went to the mosque for Friday prayer until the day he was caught. I dont know. Maybe after that event he was still not going or a sense of responsibility might have kicked in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-5982370309782850371?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/5982370309782850371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=5982370309782850371&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/5982370309782850371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/5982370309782850371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/09/embarrassing-moment-when-i-caught-red.html' title='Embarrassing moment when I caught red-handed'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-8260301679936551506</id><published>2011-09-29T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T14:29:17.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-rex in the stomach</title><content type='html'>Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived late today at the office. Blame it to the after subuh over-napped!! I've escalated some issue with the data that being provided to me yesterday. My team mate a.k.a Mentor was waiting for the client's feedback and I am so ensured that I won't do any damage being this late. And fortunately I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am sitting at my desk continuing work and the day goes by like usual. Only that I skipped my lunch to compensate my lateness (hey, I'm a responsible person OK!!) and also because around 4.30PM I will be meeting my appointed bank personnel that has been in charge on my housing loan all this while from Muamalat bank. He's going to hand me the offer letter from the bank and I can use it to withdraw the EPF Tabung Dua money to pay for the remaining 6.5% down payment of the house. I just hope I could make it before the agent call me to sign the SNP form =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh!!! Just remembered I brought some nut cookies that I bought from my hometown last weekend (taking out from the bank now and start munching) ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house loan has been approved, Alhamdulillah and while praying that my baby would take his position at that pelvic area, we also have to plan our financial accordingly, taking so much thing into account so that we won't be shocked with mouth wide open after the 2 new responsibilities are right before us begging for attention =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some asked me whether I'm so waiting for the moment when I being a dad for the first second of my life, whether I'm so happy, nervous, tak sabar and all other feelings you could think of. Ya, I have all those feeling lingering inside my stomach and there are not just butterflies flying inside there, but they are few t-rex lurking as well =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read about how a teenage girl was caught making sex with her boyfriend after her parents went out for a while leaving her alone..my hair went up man. I really don't want my children ended up like that. Would I be a good father? Would I be able to educate my children? Would I be the best example so that my children wouldn't say &lt;i&gt;"stop the rubbish Papa..we are like this because of you".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Allah~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid man. I know that I'm least of a good man and far from being pious. But I always try to be one my Allah. Honestly I am trying and keep on doing it. Please protect my family from the evil attentions of anyone and guide me so I could do the same to my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously sooo..afraid!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, people said don't rush things. Don't think too much of what would happen in the future. So I guess I'm gonna follow that piece of advice. I will try my best to raise my kids, protect them and love them as best as I could. I will try to adopt the way of my Mom whom raised me all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a dad!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-8260301679936551506?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/8260301679936551506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=8260301679936551506&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/8260301679936551506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/8260301679936551506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/09/t-rex-in-stomach.html' title='T-rex in the stomach'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-7069236350665475163</id><published>2011-09-28T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:46:43.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring things by oridnary people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few days back, my colleague shared with me an awesome simple project yet it gives a very significant meaning for those poor fellas that lived under the roofs that literally protect them from the blazing sun ray and the cold downpour. But being poor like them also means no light inside their house even during the bright sunny day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So a group of people have this project of bringing light into their houses by just using a bottle, water and bleach liquid.&lt;a href="http://isanglitrongliwanag.org/" target="_blank" title="Isang Litrong Liwanag"&gt;Isang Litrong Liwanag&lt;/a&gt; can be translated in English as &lt;b&gt;‘Litre of Light’&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;This&amp;nbsp;is a project brought about by students from the &lt;a href="http://web.mit.edu/" target="_blank" title="MIT"&gt;Massachusetts Institute of Technology&lt;/a&gt; (MIT). The product a sustainable light bulb that uses no source of energy except the sun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The main purpose of this light project was to benefit the developing  communities who are affected by fires caused by&amp;nbsp;dodgy electricity and  many who&amp;nbsp;have no light at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are currently&amp;nbsp;three million households that are ‘powerless’ in  the Philippines; hopefully this project can help&amp;nbsp;brighten up their  homes. MyShelter Foundation, established by Illac Diaz, aims to brighten  up one million homes in the Philippines by 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But how does it work? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My crude description is:  you fill a clear plastic bottle with water and add a little bit of  bleach. You then cut a small hole in the roof to fit the bottle snuggly  half in and half out. The outside light streams through the bottle and  refracts around 55 watts of light into the otherwise dim house. The  bleach prevents algae building up, meaning the Solar Bottle Bulbs should  last about five years after only taking an hour to install.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can&lt;a href="http://www.virgin.com/people-and-planet/news/litre-of-light"&gt; check out the video&lt;/a&gt; of how they installed them and how that simple water+bottle combination can bring light into these houses!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the contact in my flickr has a very unexplainable sense of creativity and skill in photo manipulation. I stumbled upon his photostream during the early days of my flickr account and I added him as my flickr contact right away. His talent on 'looking a thing in a different perspective' is phenomenal. Here, check out some of his photos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mattijn/5150074548/" title="storytelling by Mattijn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="storytelling" height="525" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4003/5150074548_96bc768207_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mattijn/5333549487/" title="the muse by Mattijn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="the muse" height="640" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5050/5333549487_954fe2d78f_z.jpg" width="524" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mattijn/5456263031/" title="the refuge by Mattijn, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="the refuge" height="576" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5257/5456263031_806f059213_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How crazy are they!!!!?? Awesome editing skill is one thing but to have the creativity to pull out those kind of art is way out of my league!! Now I really am inspired to try manipulating photos like this!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-7069236350665475163?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/7069236350665475163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=7069236350665475163&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/7069236350665475163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/7069236350665475163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/09/inspiring-things-by-oridnary-people.html' title='Inspiring things by oridnary people'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4003/5150074548_96bc768207_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-6727054854386889209</id><published>2011-09-28T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T02:17:24.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempat makan best Bandar Baru Bangi. Steamboat Antarabangsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bandar Baru Bangi is the new Shah Alam if you ask me. This area has been growing rapidly for the past few years. It's hard to get an eye of any house for sale that would cost you less than 300K. The price estimation of the properties here has become much much higher recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For Malay, BB Bangi is a nice place to have your own house and raise your kids for those who lives around this area. I mean like Semenyih, Serdang, Balakong and the perimeter around it. Sungai Merab's housing price has also skyrocketed due to the 'near Putrajaya' claim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can find lots of restaurants, kopitiam and food outlets here in BB Bangi. Just name it. Ice Room, Ayam Percik, Abdullah Chan, Tutti Frutti and lots more. Even Radix Fried Chicken has also started its business here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I'm not really wanna write about BB Bangi. That's just the introduction. Well, during fasting, the last week before we celebrated Hari Raya, my guy friends and I have agreed to have Iftar together at Steamboat Antarabangsa. The choice was either Antarabangsa or Saba Middle East restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was my first time there. Najib has recced the restaurant on the menu and we were excited to go on Tuesday where deer meat was one of the main dish. It was a buffet steamboat eat all you want. But they have put a condition that any waste will be charged RM10 every gram if I'm not mistaken. Good idea. If not, the patrons will just take all they want without needing to care whether they can eat them or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The choice of the steamboat ingredients are by far the best for steamboat restaurant I've ever went. Variety type of fishballs, the squids, the meats, chickens and lots more. For Rm39.90 if I could still recall, having our Iftar there was surely a fiesta!!! Well, the catch was to leave our wives at home having Iftar without their hubbies!!! Ahahahahahaahha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6185379823/" title="aIMG_8367 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="aIMG_8367" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6152/6185379823_674cd2320b_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we arrived they were not so many people but around fast break time, the crowd started pouring in. We already took quite portion of deer meat. You could dip all the ingredients into the steaming pot and also butter-fried them around the pot. Camne nk ckp ntah in english..ahahaha. Look at the picture then you know lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We took turn to perform our maghrib prayer in a small pot at the corner of the restaurant. You could listen to all the chattering while praying. Huhu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Najib was so keen to enjoy this one kind of siput which I don't even know what you call it. By a glance you wont even think its the kind that can be used to satisfy your appetite. It looks like a decoration shell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6185942246/" title="IMG_8376 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8376" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6178/6185942246_c54155d728_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Najib took quite a handful of those siput and I could see that he struggled to get a nice piece of the flesh from inside the shell. He tried using the fork to cungkil it out and and one extend he was sucking it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;susah gila nak sedut&lt;/i&gt;", Najib said&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Ler Najib..tu bukan siput sedut..Ni siput tiup. Ko kena tiup siput tu kuar ikut corong dia&lt;/b&gt;", referring to the tip point of the shell. I was teasing him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there he goes. Najib followed my advice. He then blew the shell from that pointy tip trying to get the flesh out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Tak boleh pun"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was restraining myself not to laugh and wanted to ask him to try blowing it harder. But Ayman couldn't stopped himself from cracking out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahahahahaahahah!!!! We were laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ko ni man..cepat sangat la. Rilek la dulu..kasi Najib tiup 4-5 kali dulu"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tak boleh dowh..aku dah tak boleh blah..Jahat siot dajal!!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!! We laughed again. Years back. Ayman was the one got dajalled during fast break. There was a nice glass of drink and they put a fancy spoon that looks like a sweet, gula-gula.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said to Ayman, "&lt;i&gt;Man, rupanya gula-gula la sudu dia. Manis tu kalau hisap. Leh makan ni..bapak ah&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ayman responded "&lt;i&gt;ye ke?&lt;/i&gt;" And trying to bite the spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed with such nice friends!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-6727054854386889209?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/6727054854386889209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=6727054854386889209&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6727054854386889209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6727054854386889209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/09/tempat-makan-best-bandar-baru-bangi.html' title='Tempat makan best Bandar Baru Bangi. Steamboat Antarabangsa'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6152/6185379823_674cd2320b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-5160453112720800739</id><published>2011-09-26T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T13:56:05.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insulting bastard under the mask of HajjahSittAlWuzara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I stumbled upon a blog of MakcikHajjahSittAlWuzara from one of my facebook group couple of months earlier. I had the luxury of time to click the link given and I was shocked on how a muslimah could be so bold and biadab in her act of stepping on our prophet's head, squeezing it, insulting Rasulullah pbuh so openly and looks so proud of doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The blog is obviously mocking our beloved Rasulullah pbuh and she doesn't have any respect towards him by calling him Babi Muhammad. Astaghfirullahalazim!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never shared theh blog link to anyone in my FB or here in my blog coz I don't want you to visit and spread the links coz not all of the one visiting has a clear conscience of our holy Islam. I afraid some would be encouraged by the blog and start hating and insulting Islam more openly just like how this bastard does.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then in the FB group I saw lots of comments cursing this lady. But what was your action on it? Instead of just joining the comment saying how this lady should be thrown into the deepest level of hell and etc, I searched for the means of reporting it to the responsible department. Searched and searched, I managed to find the place in JAKIM site where you can lodge a report about any insulting and disturbing media on the net. What good would it do if you just share and spread, put comment "&lt;i&gt;biar mati la orang ni&lt;/i&gt;" etc but you didn't take any action at all right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got a reply from JAKIM saying that there has been a report about the same blog and they have escalated it to SKMM for this matter. Then SKMM replied my mail saying that they are working on the case and trying to make the blog inaccessible. Okay, at least they replied to me quite fast. Then couple of weeks later I got some update about this SittAlWuzara latest suspected owner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From there I got to know that there are group of hackers trying to find the real owner of this insulting blog. The latest lead was denied by SittAlWuzara and the hackers need to apologize openly for the wrongly suspected person. But this time, Sitt hasn't reply or respond to the new update yet. Have they found the correct owner this time? I hope so!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I forwarded the update to JAKIM and SKMM saying that eventhough it's not yet proven but maybe SKMM can try to use this lead and verify the source and the truth of the news. Now, I'm waiting for the good news. Really hope this bastard gonna be captured and punished!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-5160453112720800739?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/5160453112720800739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=5160453112720800739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/5160453112720800739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/5160453112720800739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/09/insulting-bastard-under-mask-of.html' title='Insulting bastard under the mask of HajjahSittAlWuzara'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-6377382602604880474</id><published>2011-09-25T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:58:26.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Najib dan Rosmah naik bas sepanjang lawatan ke Perak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img850.imageshack.us/img850/6643/019281608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not really use to political matters to be posted in my blog because I don't want to be aimed as a rebellious citizen, or siding to any party because I would like to stick in my neutral side better so I could see both sides in a much conscious self. But this morning my FIL showed me this news and picture so I guess for a weekend entry update, this kind of story would suffice =p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well the picture above was taken in the bus that Najib and Rosmah use for their trip 'mendekati rakyat'. I took this from one of the political forum that my FIL read. Well first, I know that even if our PM really do take a bus for his trip, it won't be as nasty as the commoners' buses for sure. I was imagining a nice express bus with single seat for each.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But from the picture above, it was way out of my imagination. They put sofa set inside with coffee table??Pfffttt...I'm not sure if the picture above is even the real picture of the real mentioned bus, but if it really is, it's so funny man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know most of you would say bullshit or whatever curse you could think of when you see this photo. The common mentality would disagree with how nice the bus condition is to compare with the real daily one that are being used. I did the same but I look at it from a different perspective as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You see, being a leader or something more special than an ordinary citizen deserves that treatment don't you agree. I mean it's normal to throw something special or at least a little bit extra from ordinary for these kind of important people right? We make special food for something special that were to dine at our house, throw red carpet for the one that will launch our ceremony, put some decoration for the bride..you know what I mean? Yahh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unless, the sole reason for the trip is to &lt;b&gt;SHARE THE OATH AND TO SEE HOW THE MERE CITIZEN LIFE IS&lt;/b&gt;, then I think having a bit extra special comfy sofa in a bus during the trip is normal. But I don't know what is the theme or objective of our PM's trip this time. I don't really follow political news. Remember I stumble this because of my in-law ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pak Lah tried squeezing in the KTM train one time and managed to feel the difficulty and the challenge of the citizen's daily life. So I just assume that this bus trip is not really meant for the same cause but just trying to be more modest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I'm curious though. Do they really sit like that the whole trip? What if the bus suddenly brake or something? I don't see seat belts. Hmmm..oh ya, the bus being escorted by the police? Hmm..that makes sense. If its being escorted, the bus journey would be smooth and there's no reason for a harsh brake right? Ok..I see I see..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, a good attempt and a fresh idea of reaching to the people, but surely they would be lots of pro and cons. For me as a commoner, I just hope that when the ministers are using the road, please queue just like we do. The act of having the traffic police with that big bike asking all the cars to clear the most right lane is really dangerous. Seriously!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of the time I would see emergency break due to the cars coming into the left lane and the one behind had to brake and most of the time the cars would almost squeezed and scratched. If it's not a really really really important matter that puts our country in the line, please ask the driver to drive like us normal people would you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May the good things keep happening in our beloved country!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-6377382602604880474?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/6377382602604880474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=6377382602604880474&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6377382602604880474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6377382602604880474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/09/najib-dan-rosmah-naik-bas-sepanjang.html' title='Najib dan Rosmah naik bas sepanjang lawatan ke Perak?'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-6946603357739727955</id><published>2011-09-23T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T15:12:12.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagi-lagi pasal rumah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.senihias.com/photos/banyan4.png" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kredit gambar to www.senihias.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've received the first phone call from the bank yesterday regarding our house loan. So far after my house agent mentioned that she's already passed my relevant document to the banks, it was the first call that I got. Or maybe that would be the only one? I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We talked about some of the processes, the SNP form, the legal fees, kaviat, wasiat all the way to the cost that's gonna be charged to me. He said it would approximately cost around 10% from my 90% approved loan which is around 25K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woawwwwhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My eyes were like rolling up and trying to find their ways to get back into position. 25K man!! After he forwarded me the applicant form to be filled up and emailed back to him, I started discussing it with my wife, contacted some of my friends to get some suggestion and opinions. I reached any friends that I thought could help me on defining the rough estimation of a 'normal' cost of these kind of processes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cut short, I got the impression that 25K is way toooo expensive. So today I was asking any recommended lawyer number from my friend and suddenly a call came in and it was the Muamalat guy. He was asking when I can submit the form but I directly conveyed my concern on that 25K cost. He was calming me down and said that was the rough estimation. He calculated the real cost (still a rough one though) and told me it would be around 16K. Hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Asked my fellow colleague and she said it's quite normal. The best part of this bank is that I don't have to worry about the Riba', Akad and everything. It's 100% Islamic financing. Is this how Allah assists me after all that daily prayer? Probably. So now I am filling the form but still open my mind to any other options.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.senihias.com/v2/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/banyan2.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm..Ok. I think I stick with Muamalat lah. Looking for halal tu kan wajib. (sedapkan ati takut ada bank offer yg lebih nice). The guy had also explained that their service doesn't have any riba', hidden charge and even taught me on how the conventional bank would fine you if you ever pay the installment later than the monthly due date.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So..I've just called Cembam saying that I would opt Muamalat for our housing loan and she just leave the decision to me. Ok..gonna fax this form now and send it to the bank...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now googling on MLTA and MRTA insurance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-6946603357739727955?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/6946603357739727955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=6946603357739727955&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6946603357739727955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/6946603357739727955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/09/lagi-lagi-pasal-rumah.html' title='Lagi-lagi pasal rumah'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-7269300724476735722</id><published>2011-09-22T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T20:28:26.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on my hero!! Take that ready position now~~~</title><content type='html'>This morning I worked from home. I've already notified my project manager the day before. Hmmm..Cembam wants me to accompany her to every doctor appointments and yes I know most lady out there would agree on this one. I'm in a new project and I don't really know what to be expected but I was so relieved when my PM said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a nap while waiting Cembam's turn and when we finally entered and Cembam was lying on her back while the doctor was scrolling that scanning machine all over her tummy, we heard an uneasy update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The baby's head is still on top. He didn't turn head down yet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.............................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time we went for the checkup, the doctor said it was normal for the baby to not turning head down yet and he will eventually do. But after 4 weeks, my baby's head is still just under Cembam's rib. And this time when we asked, "&lt;i&gt;lepas ni kot dia pusing doktor&lt;/i&gt;", the face of the doctor was a bit different. The face seems to be worry. After a couple of seconds mute then she said "&lt;i&gt;tengok la camne&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Allah..cuaks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor scheduled another appointment 2 weeks later to check. They will try to massage Cembam's Belly to encourage the baby to turn head down and take his ready position. But if it's not successful, the doctor asked us to pick the date to deliver the baby via operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaaaa....money money money~~ Yaa I know the safety of the baby and Cembam comes first but still we need to think about the money yah? Especially during this same time we are buying a house. We need every penny we could find and save =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at that photocopied Doa book that Cembam brought home months before and I spotted a Doa for Bayi Songsang. So the least I could do is ikhtiar and tawakal till the very last minute right? After maghrib prayer I recited the Selusuh Doa plus the Bayi Songsang Doa. Please also pray that everything would be just fine~~~ =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-7269300724476735722?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/7269300724476735722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=7269300724476735722&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/7269300724476735722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/7269300724476735722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/09/come-on-my-hero-take-that-ready.html' title='Come on my hero!! Take that ready position now~~~'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-2066998676098231930</id><published>2011-09-21T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T11:24:51.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moments'/><title type='text'>Nureen Tahani's Aqiqah Ceremony</title><content type='html'>My army brother had a 4-day leave due to some business to be attended here in KL. Since he was posted to Tawau, this was the third time we managed to gather around as a family. But his 2nd time was during last year's Raya but I couldn't meet him coz I was in Terengganu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Thursday night we gathered at Fikri's house (my sister's hubby) and the plan for that night was our usual family bowling time =]. I planned to have Tutti Frutti with Cembam before going there for her birthday night but because we haven't had our dinner and Tutti Frutti doesn't have any dinner meal (or they have? I've never dine there), so I planned to dine at Pak Li Ole Ole. Plus Cembam was not that hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to let my family bowl while us having our dinner but it didn't turn well. I got a call that our Myvi that we lend to my sister could not be started. My brother messed up the gear shifting and the car died suddenly. When he wanted to start back the engine, it failed. I've already asked them to check the battery water during Hari Raya because I knew that it needs to be refilled. But somehow they didn't do that and now the battery kong already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we were heading towards Shah Alam, they were working on the car. When I reached the place, my brother has just arrived with a new maintenance-free battery. Haish!!! Their reason for not managed to refill the battery water was that they couldn't open the battery caps!!! Ahahahaha!! Demmit la depa ni!! So after a new RM200 battery installed, we parked and had our dinner at Pak Li Ole Ole. (gambar kat laptop Cembam la plak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a nice time spent with all of us!! Complete family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plan for that Friday was to help out my sis moving. But unfortunately the owner of her newly bought house was traveling so she didn't receive the key yet. Fart!! All of the battalion were there, even Fikri's parents were coming to help but plan delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday night we headed to Sabak for Sunday's Aqiqah ceremony of Nureen!! We outsourced the meat service. Our neighbor helped us with finding the goat and cooked them for us. So we just had to take care the rest. We cooked chicken soup, acar timun and nenas and Ayam Kicap. I was asked to invite some other relatives. So I asked Cembam to come with me so we could raya visit them as well. Tak sempat kan itu hari. So alang-alang jemput kenduri, we all raya terus la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6166703704/" title="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6174/6166703704_df9559b7aa_z.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Aqiqah ceremony started at around 3P.M. Our rumah atas tu is so hot. Thanks to Fikri and Faris for their assistance last fasting month, we managed to install the blue plastic ceiling to ease down the heat. The ceremony was about marhaban, berzanji and Dendang Fatimah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6166711886/" title="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman" height="488" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6163/6166711886_1f2e3ee027_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cembam also had to be peresent because we also had Doa Selamat for Cembam's delivery. Panas katanya with that jubah. Hehehe. Nureen was sleeping until the time for the hair cutting or cukur jambul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6166721638/" title="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6172/6166721638_d5c89c7df1_z.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Dendang Fatimah lyric is so nice. Mom was the lead singer. The lyric is about how the child should be a good daughter or son. About how they should pray, be a nice kid by helping their parents, study properly and lots more. Hope my baby would grab the essence of the dendang as much as he could =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6166733722/" title="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6161/6166733722_1bfeb6b522_z.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then Nureen started to be circled around them and stopped at some of the pit stops to have her hair cut. Tak cukur pun. Sayang ke rambut. Hehehe.&lt;i&gt; The original purpose of cukur jambul is to have the hair cut or for some shaved and we would donate based on how much the weight of the shaved hair in the same amount of gold price for the gram&lt;/i&gt;s. But usually it won't reach a gram at all. So up to you to donate how much actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6166751568/" title="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6168/6166751568_c2f9f730df_z.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Top is Wak Bar (abah's sister) cutting the hair and then Abah also cutting them. Hehehe. Nureen was trying her best to deflect all the hands around her head. Ekekekeke!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6166225279/" title="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6162/6166225279_d8f78e8875_z.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Top - Osman, Nureen's daddy plak having a go on the hair cut. hehehehe. I bet Osman really had a nice time experiencing the ceremony and our custom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bottom - Mak Hasnah or Surip. That is Kak Wa's biological mother. Heee..dapat gunting rambut cucu dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6166248653/" title="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6180/6166248653_db4abd01f6_z.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Top - Nek Jemah. Kak Wa's biological grandmother. Just got back from her Haji trip.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bottom - we called her nenek seksi because of her kebaya wearing. Hehehehhe. Mom asked Kak Wa to stop by her as well coz she said previously she fussed about other cukur jambul ceremonies. She said why she didn't get to cut the hair when she's the most suitable person to do it. Ekekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6166259065/" title="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6161/6166259065_a492b280cd_z.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Top - cik faizah toke kerepek. Hehehe. sedap bah kerepek dia buat (ops teriklan plak).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bottom - Nureen was smiling after all those 'nightmare' ended. Ekekeke. Rimas haa Nureen kena pipis-pipis bagai kan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6166803206/" title="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6159/6166803206_b22285dd5c_z.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The selawat was being recited all the way till the end of the circling. Then Nureen had a rest inside the cradle again. Ekekekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6166776566/" title="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6179/6166776566_615674c100_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Makan time, kami hidang le mana patut. I brought all the talam upstairs and the next thing I know they were already being sent down. Majlis completed. We gave the doorgift to the guests with a plastic of the aqiqah meat to them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time nak basuh2 pinggan, Faris pakwe my sister arrived. Hahaha!! Apa lagi...sakat la. &lt;i&gt;"Ya Allah, tepat betul timing ko datang Faris. Dah tunggu dah kat belakang haa pinggan nak cuci"&lt;/i&gt;. ekekekke. Sekali memang dia gi basuh gak with Acik. Sonang kojo den. Ahahahaha!! Aku nye saringan utk adik ipar ni senang je. 4 kali kenduri, pass la ko. Ahahahahaha!!!! Faris ni dah kira 3 kali la aku campur dengan fasting time hari tu and during my sister's car accident tu. So another 1 more to go faris!! Ahahahahahaahaha!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6166277197/" title="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Aqiqah Nureen Tahani Osman" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6178/6166277197_e479b0885d_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We planned to head back to KL after maghrib. Cembam had a doctor appointment on Monday. If she didn't get enough sleep kang blood pressure naik and had to go for more check up. Cembam can't sleep well and that easy at stranger's place. Even balik kampung 2nd day tu baru la boleh tidur lena skit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But before we went back, I sempat trim Nureen's hair!!! Nampak rimas rambut dia pandang tepi. So her gorgeous uncle ni yang banyak talent ni sudah kasi trim her rambut. And that is her new look now!!! Kagum tak? Ekekekekekee!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haah~~ Ok. Skang nk wat ulangkaji utk my next project!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-2066998676098231930?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/2066998676098231930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=2066998676098231930&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/2066998676098231930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/2066998676098231930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/09/nureen-tahanis-aqiqah-ceremony.html' title='Nureen Tahani&apos;s Aqiqah Ceremony'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6174/6166703704_df9559b7aa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-8197607816710258361</id><published>2011-09-20T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T11:29:17.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceritera Raya 2011 Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is my 2nd day back in my HQ office. Feeling new-joiner gitu with a tag hanging around your neck, walking along the isle looking at so many unfamiliar faces. But luckily there are still some whom I know and we chat a lot to catch up things. Ahahaha~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not a warm welcome that I got yesterday for coming back coz I had to ride through the heavy downpour with my bare legs (coz I put my shoes in the bag and I dont have backup slippers!!). But so far things are just good, err maybe because my next assignment hasn't started yet. Still waiting for them to contact me. So, I guess I'd blog for now. Laptop pn just got it after lunch yesterday. Before lunch, I was doing scribbling and wrote rubbish jibbrish with my left hand -wink!!-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6162810083/" title="Nureen Tahani by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nureen Tahani" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6155/6162810083_b8f6369f61_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some pictures during the 2nd Raya. That morning Nureen had her bath session with her grandma. I wanna bath her but because I wanted to take the photos, Mom was in charge instead. Hehehe so fair skin la ini Nureen~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6162828571/" title="Nureen Tahani by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nureen Tahani" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6166/6162828571_e985f32f92_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So gleeful during the bath. It's a nice thing when your baby doesn't scream out loud crying when they are having their shower. Coz some babies don't like shower time. I hope my baby would be the one in the first category =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6162838041/" title="Fik, Nurul and Nahdan by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fik, Nurul and Nahdan" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6153/6162838041_0ea3026d40_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even nak kuar rumah for Raya took longer time because of these 2 toddlers. And we didn't even visit many houses like we used to. Just the close relatives, our aunties and aunts and then we headed home and prepared those 2 toddlers for their naps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6163389902/" title="Nureen Tahani with her grandma by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nureen Tahani with her grandma" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6168/6163389902_9f2023bc7b_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehehe..Mom with her OZ grandchild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6162869417/" title="Nureen Tahani by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nureen Tahani" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6175/6162869417_f2e242175b_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of Nureen outfits are pink in colour. ekekeke. My sis was so gila pink for Nureen. Heee. You know some friends were asking if I have a preferable gender expectation for my baby. Honestly we don't mind at all. If he's a boy, it's nice because he would be abang sulung that will look after his brothers and sisters. We just have to buy more toys and scream more when he is so active kicking and running all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she's a girl, we would have a cute baby with fancy outfits. Those laced-skirt, blouse, scarf and lots more accessory and definitely they won't cost cheap. Ahahahaha!!! But he's definitely a boy. So I'm just gonna give him the ferrari model cars that I bought years back. Boring satu, baru kuarkan lagi satu design. Ahahaha!! Save kan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Raya morning we kicked of from Sabak the same time as Fikri heading to Kedah. We texted Along and she was already on the road from Kedah. We tried the LATAR highway and found out that we would emerged out around Kanching waterfall area. Hmm..nice. But I do think the distances are quite the same if you use normal road from Ijok, Sg Buloh and Kepong via MRR2. But it's a nice optional route though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During driving, I would usually just checked any radio station that actually works especially around the Jabor route. And when I hit a ceramah session, I would listen to it till the end. I found out that listening to ceramah while driving is a very best way to listen to it. Seriously. Just try. I used to listen to them whenever I drove Cembam back to Kemaman during our separation-period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a ceramah about Adab Beraya. It's fun and accompanying me so well during our journey. We also used all the available route of the next LPT stretch. They have opened the route from Kuala Dungun to Ajil and from Bukit Payung to Kuala Terengganu. So this time around, our journey back to Ganu was brilliant!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6162885141/" title="my in-law family by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="my in-law family" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6172/6162885141_f1fea66e17_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak banyak amek gambar kat my in-law. Tapi nak beraya around there so jammed with cars and like always, traffic police was no where to be found when we need them the most. We visited my in-law's relatives and went to the open house held by ayah's neighbour just 30 metres in front of the house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wowww!!! Tuan rumah punya rumah is sooo nice. He used kayu-kayu yang orang tak boleh guna, yang tak berapa molek but after he varnished it...Damn!!! Even tiang that is seriously got eaten by anai2 jadi soo artistically nice in his house. A house that worth to be appearing in ASTANA series. Hehehheehe!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The night before we went back to KL, we found out my car battery was kong!! Ahahahahaha!! Setahun sekali betul la. Last year during fasting pn bateri kong because I didn't refill the battery water. So used to maintenance-free one kan. But this time maybe tak cukup charge. Satu hal la cari stesen minyak nak beli bateri baru but to no avail. At the end, Cembam's cousin datang bawak jumper and the car managed to be started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi so cuak when we stopped for nature call at Temerloh hentian just 3 minutes and the car could not be started!!! Biru muka!! But after the forth time, dia idup. Huu..sampai Bangi we tukar terus the battery for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, gitulah citer raya 2011 this year. Nothing much, looks less but greater time with family!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-8197607816710258361?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/8197607816710258361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=8197607816710258361&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/8197607816710258361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/8197607816710258361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/09/ceritera-raya-2011-finale.html' title='Ceritera Raya 2011 Finale'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6155/6162810083_b8f6369f61_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-1316975872298060303</id><published>2011-09-17T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T23:00:53.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hundred thousands decision!! - My friends are the best</title><content type='html'>Fyuhhh~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's an unexplainable feeling deep inside this tiny soul of mine trying to get through it and walk head high with the greatest confidence and joyous smile. But it's not as simple as that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've just made the biggest decision that I've ever commit in my whole life. It was way bigger than deciding whether to marry Cembam or not because that one, I received a dream which till now I gladly conclude myself, a sign from Allah and eveything was crystal clear after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This one involves bigger stake and even too big to be handled alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haishh...too dramatic. I guess you can already tell what it is about. Ya...I've just paid a fair amount of money as a booking fee for my future house!!! It was very tough decision, yet needed to be done as soon as possible coz the chance might slipped through your finger and the worse part about it - you know it was slipping yet you can't do nothing about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking for a house here around Bangi and BB Bangi is like yelling BINGO where you have to be the first to do so. A house around this area would easily sold within the next day once advertised in the net. It's as hot as the pisang goreng only that it costs thousands time more. I stumbled into one advertisement that really caught our eyes. The location is just couple of KMs from Cembam's school, never been occupied before and under 300K. Our first try on calling these agents previous days before has gave us a tiny experience on how you really have to be fast when you've already set an eye on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we call the agent and the agent told us that she has been contacted by nearly 20 people in a day and she just want someone serious to buy the house. We set up a meeting 2 days after that and she said if you really want it and like it, we should prepare the bank draft upon seeing the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We hesitated at first, lots of concern, lots of thinking, Cembam even asked not to withdraw the money to one extend before I managed to calm her down and let her understand the choice that we have and the plan that we could use. Cut the story short, we had the bankdraft with us and we've confirmed with the agent that Wednesday evening and while waiting for the event, I was keep on surfing the net, looking for every single information that could be a use to us. I called the Kementerian Perumahan to check the developer's record - Dasar Beringin, I asked around, my FB friends, my colleagues and lots more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/307334_10150299026032800_608272799_8147316_652078490_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But suddenly one of my friend buzzed me in FB and I was like "&lt;i&gt;oh..you are an architect right??Help me&lt;/i&gt;!!". I was searching high and low and get any of my friends whom I thought could share about buying house with me but I totally forgot about this one friend. Thanks Allah you guided him to help me. We talked about how my concern about the location of the house and etc and out of sudden he said "&lt;i&gt;OK je...aku temankan ko la petang ni balik keja aku gi sana. Ko pun nak kompemkan hari ni kan?&lt;/i&gt;" Oh my Allah~~~ I am blessed with lots of friends who would gladly be by my side the time I need them the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So that evening I waited for him, his wife and son and we headed there in that drizzling dark evening and reached there 30 minutes later than the promised time. When we arrived, there were already a 3 people by the house. A couple and the agent. I recognized the husband as he was in the same matriculation college as me. He was puzzled and when I said "&lt;i&gt;either UPM or KMNS&lt;/i&gt;" and he said "&lt;i&gt;oh ya..KMNS&lt;/i&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went into the house. It's getting dark earlier than it should because of the weather. On that given time we looked around and checked every corners of the house. We only found 2 defects. 1 is the leaking on the roof of one of the room. My friend said that it's considered a defect and usually the developer should be the one responsible to fix it. But in my case, the house already has an owner and the agent promised to tell the house owner about it. Another defect was the drain on the roof. It's leaking and the water was pouring down out of it when there shouldn't be any single drip out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After I took some pictures of the house, I said to Cembam that we should buy it. The couple was really waiting for our decision. I bet if we said &lt;i&gt;"tengok dulu camne&lt;/i&gt;", there's a possibility that the next day the agent would contact us and said that the house already has a buyer. My heart felt calm at that moment and I knew it's the right decision. Once I said confirm to the agent, the couple left the house and we sit at the nearest restaurant to sign the booking agreement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All those minutes passing by, I've imagined, thought and calculated so many things. The agent doesn't want KWSP withdrawal process. The owner doesn't wait to wait. He also doesn't want government loan process involved coz it took longer time. Lots of thinking but we stick to the decision. Form signed, bankdraft exchanged hands and now they are waiting for my bank slip, 3-month payslip and etc. I'm thinking of so many things in the meantime and looking out for the best option I could seek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/310562_10150299000877800_608272799_8147215_2073040040_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The agent said she will use her appointed lawyer and they will contact me sooner. But still, we know how lawyer works. My friend advised me to have the same lawyer both for the loan and the house coz usually they'd squeeze out money among themselves if they are different lawyers. I tried asking my friends and kinda have an option now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm..just wait till it reaches the next phase once I submitted the necessary documents and see how it goes. We really hope Allah will help us to make all of the processes involved as smooth as it could be and we could start living in our house with ease. Pray for us yah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks again Am, Diana and Adam for being there with us giving support!!! Thanks to Azel, Syu and Asri too. I contacted them, asked them questions and they helped me as best as they could. Thanks guys!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-1316975872298060303?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/1316975872298060303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=1316975872298060303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1316975872298060303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/1316975872298060303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/09/hundred-thousands-decision-my-friends.html' title='Hundred thousands decision!! - My friends are the best'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-5072557663175882043</id><published>2011-09-14T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T14:52:33.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Err..taktau nak letak tajuk apa</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one heaven of busy day. Not because of the work that needs to be done, but due to our active scouting for our first house =]. We bumped into this one house-selling advertisement and we decided to call the agent and set a meeting asap which is this evening. Then we started to check the background of the developer, the history of the land, the residence and lots more trying to cover and analyze as best as we could so we can have a very worthy house to be bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we heard that the residence area was used to be a mine and that bothers us a lot, I mean it would bother anyone who are planning to buy a house. So we googled more any found some convincing answer from the forum. I talked to many of my friends on banking process, loan, SNP, and lots more related to buying a house. I'm a total dummy in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I met up with Cembam at Tabung Haji to withdraw our saving. We need 3.5% of the actual house price for booking. As Tabung Haji doesn't have bankers cheque service, we need to physically withdraw the money. I went out from the office at 1.30 after I skipped my lunch (so consider i went out for lunch la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time my sister and BIL were on their way to our house. While waiting for our number and answering calls from my sister to guide her suddenly I got a call from my sister that Osman just hit a motorcycle!! Oh My Allah~~ Luckily that time our number was up. So we managed to withdraw our money and we hurriedly left the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put all the money into Cembam's handbag and said to Cembam to meet up at the house. But somehow Cembam thought I would give the handbag back by the car. But I was planning to bring it along with me to meetup with my sister at the accident location. Miss-communication!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It ended up that Cembam only took the carkeys. Handphone, house keys were still in the handbag that I carried to my sis!!! I thought my sis was just near the corner but it turned out that the accident happened way further!!! So on my way to my sis, I had a missed calls from unidentified 013 numbers. When I reached at my sis's and tried to call back the number, no one answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was actually Cembam calling from the public wanted to tell that she couldn't enter the house because the house-keys were inside the handbag!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now back to accident location. An indian on his bike was going to enter his right and maintained in the middle of the road like normal. Osman was emerging out to the road taking left also like normal (opposite way). But these 2 things happened at the same time. The bike already halfway entering when he realised Osman was coming towards him. Osman has also emerged halfway while only looking towards his right because naturally the cars would only come from his right. The bike already pushed the brake but unluckily Osman didn't spot the bike coz he kept on looking at his right. BAMM!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Osman had a travel insurance and wanted to claim for it and this needs Police report. And police report process is sooo bitchy here in Malaysia as we know. They surely want to take the photo of the bike and the bike cant even move normally. I had my experience, the police will want to see the bike even if we already have all the photos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I have to make the best decision so I slow talk with Osman. The damage of the bike looked so little and I advised Osman to just settle it without a police report. &lt;i&gt;"I think it would cost even less than a hundred"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a while, he managed to consider the situation, circumstances and the time consumption - he agreed to not lodge a police report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we headed to the workshop and started to ask the guy to fix and came up with rough estimation of the repairing cost. BAM!!! RM262!! 160 for the fork wielding itself!! Fuck!! The guy claimed that the mudguard is now scratching the engine. But thanks to CSI that I watched, I found a line of scratch on the part where the mudguard and the engine contact!! Even engine oil was in the list!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"ayoo..minyak itam pun kena tukar ke??!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tadi dia kata jatuh minyak tumpah banyak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"cha...i pun pernah eksiden..takdenya tumpah banyak"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"come on la..u tgok sudah ada scratch line. Kompem sudah lama dia gesel maaa!!! Takkan baru tadi smpi sini sudah ada scratch line. Ni mesti memang macam ni"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the talked to each other in Tamil (Indian workshop, the nearest from the accident place) and they said they will check if the handle can be turned normally after they installed a new mudguard. So the mechanic replaced the gear bar, the side mirror and the last part - the mudguard, we had to wait for a while coz they brought it from other shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While waiting, the unidentified number called again and when I answered it, a voice that so familiar was at the end of the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"lama lagi ke?kat mana..aku takleh masuk umah la kunci ko bawak sume"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aduhh!!! ye ke...aku kat area bla bla..nak ke sini ke? gi la lepak umah cik su dulu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then she hung up. And the mudguard arrived. Once installed, confirmed no problem to turn the handle. And it didn't even gesel anymore!!! I asked the mechanic to give us the bill and it was just RM46 after that!!! Osman paid him and I gave RM10 to the guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"daripada I tukar minyak itam moto company you, u tak dapat pape, baik i bagi u je RM10 ni"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes it's not his own bike, it's his company's. Kak Wa felt amazed after she heard the last bill. I really think that the mechanic didn't include one of the part so I asked Kak Wa to leave the place asap. Hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once arrived, there was Cembam dengan muka tarik habis, berkaca2 mata. Alaaa..sian wief aku sorang tu. She didn't even wanna talk to me. She only asked for the key coz she wanted to sleep. I talked to Kak Wa in advance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"jangan amek ati kalau cembam muka monyok. dia marah kat aku le tu takleh masuk umah. 2 jam gak tunggu ni"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was so rasa bersalah. Nak buat camne, I had to think fast and act fast and along the way something might be forgotten ya? Tapi malam tu ok dah..sayang cembam...muahhh muahhh!!! I even terlepas zuhur taking care of the unfortunate event. But it ended well and we had a nice dinner together..Luckily im in themidst of my last week at my client's company and missing in action from noon till the end of working hour was not that bad..=] Haishh...syok layan si Nureen ni..tersengeh2..hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6144330438/" title="IMG_8432a by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8432a" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6206/6144330438_849544aaa8_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-5072557663175882043?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/5072557663175882043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=5072557663175882043&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/5072557663175882043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/5072557663175882043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/09/errtaktau-nak-letak-tajuk-apa.html' title='Err..taktau nak letak tajuk apa'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6206/6144330438_849544aaa8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-5890424860608903991</id><published>2011-09-13T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T07:54:31.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceritera Raya 2011 - bahagian 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hu..baru ada masa nk nyambung entri..weekend dok beraya umah kawan2 penat. Seharian..takde la byk pn umah..tp jauh2. Bukit Jelutong, Puncak Perdana, Kampung Jawa..haaa...sampai pening kepala sebab tahan ngantuk drive balik tu perut kenyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wokeh la yg tu cerita kendian time boring kat opis. Malam camni kat umah kenalah entri bergambar. So aku sambung je lah ceritera raya2011 aku ni yeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Raya pertama tu lepas bersalaman kami ke rumah makcik, adik mak. Sebenarnya malam nye tu ada tahlil, tp mak suh gi gak pagi sebab takut nenek tknak stay lama2 and malam tu kot nenek dah takde. Ate kami follow je lah. Smpi umah makcik tu ada 4 org gak adik beradik mak dalam umah tu. Meriah..ramai sepupu2 kecik aku. Anak buah plak lagi. Memang meriah le..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun ni punya duit raya mmg leh kata perabih le bagi sebab diorg sume ada sini. Tahun lepas tak ramai sangat dapat jumpa, so duit raya pn banyak balance. Tapi kali ni sume sepupu and anak buah ada, dapat le bersedekah dengan lebih berjaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6130197627/" title="IMG_8491 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8491" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6073/6130197627_4901597cb3_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ni la nenek belah mak aku. Heee..masa kecik dulu aku siap blaja isap rokok daun dari nenek. Bwahaahaahhaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6116119731/" title="Raya 2011 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Raya 2011" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6089/6116119731_0891c9f305_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us with nenek. Nak wat camne tanga lain amek gambar..blur pn takpe la..asalkan ada kenangan tu..ehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6139912373/" title="raya2011 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="raya2011" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6196/6139912373_f2af4a7491_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top left - Yang menjadi perhatian tentulah anak kak wa si Nureen tu. Yelah, lama tak jumpa kakwa..anak omputih plak tu kan. Hehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top right - My youngest sister ngan abang Osman. Hehehe. Dari datang, dia dok kat situ behave then makan apa yg org hidang..bagus abang Osman ni..hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom left - kuarga adik aku..hehehe..Nahdan pn tak kurang hebat dapat perhatian..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom right - Tgok abang ipar aku duduk..sopan je bersandar kat dinding sambil jamah kacang..hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6130202181/" title="IMG_8499 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8499" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6080/6130202181_70bbf69378_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kak Wa and nenek. Ada la tu keletah si Nureen tu yang buat diorang tersengeh tu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6139949359/" title="IMG_8522 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8522" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6068/6139949359_64498eebec_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ni makcik paling bongsu. Dok kat Sabak Bernam gak. Umah tempat rally kali ni umah makcik ni le...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6140508570/" title="IMG_8523 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8523" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6183/6140508570_0fd2edd39c_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paman Baidi dari Penang pn tak melepaskan peluang bergambar ngn baby celebrity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lepas lepak2 lama gak kat sini kami pn teruskan plan beraya umah atok belah abah. Tapi dlm perjalanan adik aku call kata kena balik umah. Si Nahdan dh meragam. Nureen pn sama. Maka balik le kami. Tapi try cari buaian utk si Nureen tu dulu, tak jumpa. Upanya smpi je umah abah nye seketa tak smpi lagi. Sebab cari buaian gak. Lena Nureen tido dapat buaian. Siap nk beli bawak balik Ausie lepas ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Balik lepak baring2..then tido, then bangun kejap sebab ada orang datang beraya termasuk geng2 bujang kampung aku tu. Mak aku sediakan gelas kecik2 je raya kali ni. Kira macam yampui geng2 cina minum sekali teguk tu. Ekekeke. Tp mudah gak cawan camtu. Kalau org haus sangat je la leceh tuang banyak kali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam kul 6 baru la dapat gerak beraya plak disebabkan org datang dan menunggu dua anak buah aku ni ready..huu..camni le raya ada anak kecik kan. Kami singgah mana yang sempat sebab pas maghrib nak ke umah makcik plak tahlil. Skali terus pergi la. Aku ngn tak mandi je. Terpaksa la follow plan kan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6140521858/" title="IMG_8526 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8526" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6176/6140521858_9689bc78fb_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sambil menunggu anak2 buah tu siap dan ready utk beraya kami wat le pre-parents photography..ekekeke. Tp sebab perut cembam tak besar mana..tak feel sangat le gambar ni yeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6139980743/" title="IMG_8528 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8528" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6186/6139980743_988cd724e6_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6139988897/" title="IMG_8538 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8538" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6195/6139988897_d8a9792a4e_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nahdan with us. "&lt;b&gt;Lu pehal usha pakcik gua yang kacak ni? Lu langsi lu mati!!! Mari la berapa orang pn..wa libas dengan walker wa lu orang kubur pergi!!!&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6139999729/" title="raya2011a by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="raya2011a" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6089/6139999729_2aa73b7fb4_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So tahlil dan semayang jemaah diimamkan oleh wak Sarwani, abang mak paling sulung. Lepas abeh tu makan besar. Memang lucu le bila pakcik2 aku yang tak sekolah ni cuba cakap english. Bwahahahaahha!!! Abang Osman ni plak jenis tk pandai menolak. Baru je abih pinggan dia, pakcik aku sorang dok letak ayam plak "eat...eat!!" pastu gelak kuat-kuat ramai2!! Gelakkan pakcik aku tu le speaking..bwahahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tp abang Osman terasa hati skit. Dia ingat pakcik2 ni pedajai dia. "&lt;b&gt;they were making fun of me&lt;/b&gt;" katanya kat kakak aku. Tapi kami pn cepat2 explain pasal gelak tu. "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Osman, they were laughing at themselves. They sound ridiculous when they try to speak english. That's why they laugh so hard everytime they tried to talk to you!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;". Then abang Osman faham le.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi yang paling best skali bila pakcik2 aku ni dok tergagap2..dok tertanya sepupu aku pisau apa in english dan macam2 words lagi..tiba2 bapak aku mencelah "&lt;b&gt;Osman...smoke?&lt;/b&gt;" sambil wat isyarat smoke. Sume terdiam....then aku bersuara lantang.."&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;haaa..paman....tgok wa punya bapak terrer english maaa..ajak isap rokok maaa!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;". Bwhahahahahahaah!!!! memang lucu gileee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ekekeke..gitu le cerita raya pertama yang tak banyak mana berjalan. Tapi syok sebab ramai2 ada kan. Heee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-5890424860608903991?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/5890424860608903991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=5890424860608903991&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/5890424860608903991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/5890424860608903991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/09/ceritera-raya-part-3.html' title='Ceritera Raya 2011 - bahagian 3'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6073/6130197627_4901597cb3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-2256711514753448505</id><published>2011-09-08T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T16:30:20.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapai Pulut dari Tok</title><content type='html'>I was in front of my PC last night editing and cropping some pictures taken during Hari Raya but before I upload them to the net, I decided to take a break leaning towards the sofa in the living room, switching the Astro On and watched channel 816 for Tennis US Open. But it was raining in US so the live game was suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the last thing I know, I was already dozed off for more than 1 hour, I forgot who was playing at that time and I just walked into the bathroom, take my ablution and performed my late Isyak before I went to bed. Ekekekeke. So, no Raya pictures for today's entry too. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my fridge right now, I have tapai pulut that were made by Tok, my wife's grandma specially for me!! When we arrived at my Parents in-law house that third raya noon, there were already some Tapai Pulut in the fridge and I ate some of them and leave the rest for my Ipar Duai and my SIL who were still driving their way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening we visited Tok and she was taking her nap in her telekung. My aunties were saying that Tok has already kept some tapai inside the fridge for me. "Dok sebut Hasnul Hasnul rase..ade le tu simpan rase". Then one of my auntie took it out from the fridge and dined it for us. But I ate most of them. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly Tok awoke from her nap and first thing she said was "Hasnul". Oh..terharu OK..Eventhough she was my wife's grandma but I treat her like my own. We didn't really talk much but everytime I had the opportunity to talk something with her, I will just blurt it out with my half-terengganu slang which I've been working it on. Heeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day we went to find daun jambu air coz Tok wanna made more tapai for me so I could bring it back to KL.Bestnya!!! I plucked off lots of the leaves and sent it to Tok. I wanna help with the tapai but it was still very early phase where the Ragi was just being shredded by Tok. Nothing much to assist her with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after 2 nights, the morning we were going back to KL, I picked them up. 3 plastic bags of tapai. 2 plastics for my 2 aunties and one much bigger plastic for me. When I opened the plastic, I think almost 100 pieces of tapai inside it!!!! So nice Tok!!! Sayang Tok!!! Ekekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been having nice tapai pulut for my desert for days now. Around 10+ pieces of them every night!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang TOk!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-2256711514753448505?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/2256711514753448505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=2256711514753448505&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/2256711514753448505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/2256711514753448505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/09/tapai-pulut-dari-tok.html' title='Tapai Pulut dari Tok'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-3511950277803351072</id><published>2011-09-07T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T14:27:36.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Alarm~~~ But so glad it is a false one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night my tennis session started back after a-month rest due to fasting month. For someone newbie like me, it can be considered a reset mode where all your previous achievement, progress in the game has just been reset and I was like a totally new guy and back to basic. Ekekeke..and it's so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The string of the racket felt so stiff after not being used for a month and after just 3 games last night, my whole body was aching. Standing while waiting for the ball felt so hard when the back of your knees felt so sengal. My arms and hands are still a bit aching this morning. But out of all that, I feel so happy to get back in action..=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hence, I didn't manage to upload other pictures of Hari Raya. Tonight I'm gonna continue uploading for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night I booked couple of Air Asia tickets. An early booking for November's Raya Haji. Cembam should be in her pantang mode at that time so we decided take a flight to send Cembam to her parents' house and let her take her time completing her pantang period there accompanied by her Mom. She will be in 3-month holiday and a month would probably enough for her stay there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Monday Cembam texted me saying that the nurse at the Klinik Desa where she was doing her check-up has advised her to seek for Az-Zahrah panel because the concern of an abnormal high heart-beat of the baby. I was worried and told Cembam to just go to Az-Zahrah to have it checked. I called the hospital for an appointment and they instructed us to head directly to the 2nd floor to have the CTG check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cembam was asking "&lt;i&gt;taknak teman ke?&lt;/i&gt;". I was having my lunch and plus I have a meeting after that. And I do feel that Cembam can handle this by her own. Not being selfish but I trust her. So I replied "&lt;i&gt;Nyai kan strong..gi cek dulu ek..nanti kalau ada pape meseg eh&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She said OK and reached there after half an hour. And 15 minutes after that I got Cembam's message saying the result turned out to be normal. Alhamdulillah..Haish baby ni buat Papa and Mama risau. And the nurse said that now the baby's head is already at the bottom. Ok..dah ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cembam was saying last night that the baby moved a lot recently. And the movements are causing her pains. Well, being a first-timer I simply asked if that might be considered a contraction? But Cembam said NO. Hmm..another month to go before my life would be changed for sure!!! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-3511950277803351072?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/3511950277803351072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=3511950277803351072&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3511950277803351072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/3511950277803351072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/09/false-alarm-but-so-glad-it-is-false-one.html' title='False Alarm~~~ But so glad it is a false one'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-4123182087683108299</id><published>2011-09-06T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T00:55:43.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceritera Raya 2011 - bahagian 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wokeh...dah siap upload gambar2 untuk entri kedua Raya 2011. Heehehehe. Mujur Flickr pn comey je peel nak uplod..smooth ngatt...Baguih dok ada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So pagi raya tahun ni ada kelainan sebab diisi dengan bunyi2 gelak tawa dan tangisan anak2 buah aku. Heee..memang bila dengar rasa macam "&lt;i&gt;eh..lain dah suasana raya kali ni&lt;/i&gt;". Mandi siap pagi2 tu then terus sarung baju melayu grey yang Cembam belikan hari tu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ke surau macam biasa. Tapi abah dan ipar duai aku dua orang tu chow awal. Aku stay smpi habis tahlil..ate..blkg imam...ahahahaha~~~ Makan2 sume then start le upacara kemaafan besar2an macam tahun2 sudah. Kali ni Cembam dapat rasa plak suasana bermaafan belah family aku yang lebih drama. Tp heran skit sebab tahun ni takde yang menangis...ekekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6116279408/" title="Raya 2011 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Raya 2011" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6188/6116279408_05785b085e_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nahdan Fitri and his dad Fikri. Tu dia. Siap ada kerongsang bintang tu. Yang bestnya si Nahdan ni tak plak rimas nak bukak buang songkok tu..ekekekeke.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6115744239/" title="Raya 2011 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Raya 2011" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6188/6115744239_ddc870e1a9_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nureen!!!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6115751857/" title="Raya 2011 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Raya 2011" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6079/6115751857_36e8065a1e_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Osman my BIL and Nureen looking at me....Alolololo!!! comey je dua-dua&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6116303360/" title="Raya 2011 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Raya 2011" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6061/6116303360_8cf426e978_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku pn tak melepaskan peluang...tgok..gradient warna kulit kami tak byk beza...ekekekeke&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6116319264/" title="Raya 2011 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Raya 2011" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6067/6116319264_ce1df28844_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sweet moment!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6116559430/" title="Raya 2011 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Raya 2011" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6088/6116559430_58e6161b43_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Agenda bermaafan antara suami isteri&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6116566138/" title="Raya 2011 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Raya 2011" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6066/6116566138_1a3f8d6e92_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Halolololololoh...cute kan?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6116029503/" title="Raya 2011 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Raya 2011" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6195/6116029503_effb633f19_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Halololololoh....lagi cute..ni kalau Bella tengok ni kompem anta rombongan meminang terus....Bwahahahahahaaha!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6116036937/" title="Raya 2011 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Raya 2011" height="640" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6085/6116036937_7c48ab6c78_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mak dengan cucu sulungnya...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6116329414/" title="Raya 2011 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Raya 2011" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6201/6116329414_fe456d4441_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Barisan menantu-menantu soleh dan solehah...=]. Dari Utara, Timur dan seberang laut...macam-macam ada!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6116382970/" title="Raya 2011 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Raya 2011" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6086/6116382970_f6710e660f_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Kak Wa punya famiy. Alololo Nureen wat bunyi "Ouuuuu"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6116602048/" title="Raya 2011 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Raya 2011" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6187/6116602048_482706dc18_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cucu Oz. Kau hado????&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6116099243/" title="Raya 2011 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Raya 2011" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6076/6116099243_a78fd47211_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ni la walker si Nahdan ni haaa...weng sana weng sini keje nye....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hasnulefendi/6115805355/" title="Raya 2011 by Soulzeshifter, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Raya 2011" height="427" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6085/6115805355_f38c803772_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last but not least..our 2011 Raya family potrait....Ni je lah hasil terbaik sekali. Nak suh 2 to'et kecik tu pandang kamera serentak susah beno...ekekekeke. Tapi still nice momentsss...Dengan latar blkg gambar kami 3 pasang nye kawin..memang epic!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Duit raya cuma bagi kat adik bongsu aku je. And anak2 buah aku 2 orang tu. Mekasih Kak Wa belikan baju baby versi OZ utk kami, souvenir, fridge magnet sume tu ek..Haish..rasa nk cari bini OZ gak plak rasanya...EH..oppss...kelaut plak...Bwahahahahaah!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lepas pada sume ni selesai, jam dh pn pukul 11.30. Memang lewat start nak berjalan. Nak setelkan anak kecik. Tapi natijahnya memang rilek habis raya kali ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wokeh sambung entri lepas ni plak!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941836575659053995-4123182087683108299?l=hasnulefendi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/feeds/4123182087683108299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941836575659053995&amp;postID=4123182087683108299&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4123182087683108299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941836575659053995/posts/default/4123182087683108299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasnulefendi.blogspot.com/2011/09/ceritera-raya-2011-bahagian-2.html' title='Ceritera Raya 2011 - bahagian 2'/><author><name>HEMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02246621002784476079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dARGwCw7tI/S1kM-_2XnBI/AAAAAAAABAY/qYNJ4IYpsSQ/S220/2379822954_b1a7c11703_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6188/6116279408_05785b085e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941836575659053995.post-2178174057207705894</id><published>2011-09-05T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T15:32:11.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keywords into my blog</title><content type='html'>Haish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm waiting for the consultant whom supposed to be replacing me in another 2 weeks time. I have to provide him the transition on what I have done, what I've currently doing and what am I planning ahead so he could cope and continue my task smoothly when I am not around anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, while waiting..my fingers are itching and I just feel wanna write something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I logged into my nuffnang and it's already RM93. I think I'll keep on waiting another 90 years maybe so that I could use that money for my first house down-payment. Ekekeke!!! My blog is visited around 200-300 visitors only ma in a week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm just a picisan blogger anyway. Ekekeke. But when I looked into the keywords for this month..ekeke..Dunno how to say. You can just check it out below, the statistic of this month's keyword that come into my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxa4mOrjCe4/TmRnAHXMvMI/AAAAAAAABhA/2gN5eMgc_OM/s1600/keyword.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxa4mOrjCe4/TmRnAHXMvMI/AAAAAAAABhA/2gN5eMgc_OM/s400/keyword.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehehe...No wonder la my earning is slightly swifter than the previous one that needed 2++ years for Rm100. Ekekekeke. No problem guys..come in!!! Come in!!! You are welcomed!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;P/S : I never wrote any entry purposely using any keyword for traffic like what they call it?? 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