<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027060079200610242</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:14:31.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>at wee hours..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154008843154468323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwMBEckMceM/SLI6SzzRweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TwGM4RT3tP4/S220/2.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027060079200610242.post-5111236373726557265</id><published>2009-06-19T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:47:59.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sejak dlm pantang, saya rajin tgk pelbagai movies, baik melayu mahupon omputih.. dan in a few that i watched recently, saya terdgr lina yg sama,` &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let the best woman wins'&lt;/span&gt;.. terus saya teringat satu kisah masa saya still di UKM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mende nih jadi to a friend of mine, let me named her `nadya omar'. nadya nih budak bio. dari segi appearance biasa ja, sama cam saya, tudung 3 segi, t shirt, dan jeans.. biasa.. yg luar biasa skit (luar biasa dlm iklim UKM je la) nadya nih couple dgn `naufal'-antara star kat fakulti pengajian islam.hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, nadya nih pi la pusanika nak keluarkan duit. tiba2 dia dgr..`nadya omar..?' Nadya pun cari sapa la yg panggil nama dia.. rupa2nya ada 3 sis yang bertudung labuh dan berjubah yg panggil. derang pon trus approach nadya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`awak nih yg berkawan dengan naufal ke..?' erk. terkedu jgak nadya nih apahal lak tanya2 psl relationship org nih.. tapi dia iyakan jela..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`hmmm.. akak2 nih nak minta tolong sgt dgn adik..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`tolong apa kak..?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`boleh tak kalo adik cari org lain..?' aittt!! mmg nadya terkejut giler. dahla tak kenal, nak soh dia cari org lain. bertambah2 la terkedu kawan saya tuu.. then akak tuh sambung lagi, `bukan apa, kalo org MACAM ADIK couple dgn org mcm naufal, jadi kami2 nih utk sapa??!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATTTT!! masa saya first dgr citer nih, terdiam jgak.. ish2, hena sgtkah kami2 yg memilih tak berjubah dan tak bertudung labuh nii.. citer nih tamat takat nih, sbb nadya pon terkejut tahap impak maksima, dia angguk je dan left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bila pikir, mcm kelakar kan.. tapi bila pikir dgn seinci lebih mendalam, sbenanya ini bahaya. bahaya sbb ini adalah penyakit riak dan merasakan diri lebih bagus dari yang lain. dan kalo ini perasaan sorg yg tinggi ilmu agamanya, mcmana nak mendekatkan diri kepada mereka2 yg dahagakan ilmu. fullstop. tanak elaborate on tis sbb tujuan asal bercerita nih adalah pasal line `let the best woman wins', hehe.. dalam kes nadya nih, rasanya patut last skali dia kata ayat tuh je kat kakak2 tuh,hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'LL I DO KALAU ADA ORANG CABAR SAYA MENGGUNAKAN LINE INI?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm.. kalau saya.. saya kata ja kat that person,`u win'. simply sbb i really not good at any sort of challenges. unless it had to do with a million bucks, then i might fight my way to victory,haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okla.. saja nak buang masa sementara baby mayya tido..&lt;br /&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/9027060079200610242-5111236373726557265?l=azalea317.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/feeds/5111236373726557265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9027060079200610242&amp;postID=5111236373726557265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/5111236373726557265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/5111236373726557265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/2009/06/sejak-dlm-pantang-saya-rajin-tgk.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154008843154468323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwMBEckMceM/SLI6SzzRweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TwGM4RT3tP4/S220/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027060079200610242.post-8350539626603296587</id><published>2009-02-10T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T03:14:24.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>doc martin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i luurrve Doc Martin.. i dunno why, but i really enjoy the show, and enjoy watching him getting himself in very awkward situation and all.. my mom kinda of disgusted with him, his attitude and everythg, but i really like him..haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;why..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to those who knows me well would agree if i say that i lurve doc martin bcoz i feel like i'm the female version of him. it's true, i guess.. i have good intention, but the things that got out of my mouth, sounded dreadful and mean... huhu.. my friends used to say that i am too honest.. brutally honest to be exact.. examples..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;`asiah, cantik tak kiter pkai tudung ni..?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;`takk, tak sesuai dengan kulit awak' -it sounds dreadful,kan? pdhal, my intention at that time was for her to dress up beautifully. and she turned up beautiful for her dinner, thanks for my mean comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;`takpe kot tak pi hospital'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;`ok je, paling2 pun nanti koma jer' - huhu, my reply to a friend who reluctant to have her serious infection checked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;itu antara bende2 yg takda apa sgt.. but like i said, i really have good intention, but i'm sooo bad at sweet talking. i'm not a people person.. i'm not good at mixing around with people.. and i am born with a witchy tongue.. just like my doc martin.. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9027060079200610242-8350539626603296587?l=azalea317.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/feeds/8350539626603296587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9027060079200610242&amp;postID=8350539626603296587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/8350539626603296587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/8350539626603296587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/2009/02/doc-martin.html' title='doc martin'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154008843154468323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwMBEckMceM/SLI6SzzRweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TwGM4RT3tP4/S220/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027060079200610242.post-6554246796587195416</id><published>2008-11-20T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:19:24.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>being relevant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my colleague and just were just discussing about `endometriosis'. it's a kind of ketumbuhan rahim if i'm not mistaken. but what i do know for sure is that one of the symptom is painful PMS. this reminds me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;years ago, i went to this one doctor bcoz of my very painful PMS. what he did was only asking me whether i was married or not. i wasn't, so he just told me that it's normal for unmarried women. i should only become concern if the pain doesn't go away after i'm married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;what he failed to explain exactly is that once you becomes &lt;u&gt;sexually active&lt;/u&gt; that the pain should subsides, not by just getting married. referring to the Q he asked me, i just answered what he asked, but what if i was sexually active back then..? wouldn't it be tragic that i happened to have the so-called endometriosis but it goes undetected for years simply because a doctor chose not to use the `S' word..? and i believe a patient, especially if she's moslem, wouldn't simply cry out,`i'm not married but been having sex for quite some times now..' duhh.. that's a suicide. unless.. unless the doctor asks. because i do know that i'm very particular with whatever my doc asks or even say. he asks,`byk keje ke skang?' and i'd immediately think whatever i'm having is stress related while the doc is actually making a conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;what i'm trying to say is that, for me, as a doctor, it's important to be precise. ask the right Q instead of a safe one. maybe yeah, patients might be offended, but they'll thank you later when they realised the offensive Q had actually save them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i do believe, today, the Q whether one's married or not before relating it to a disease or etc is no longer relevant. i don't have to elaborate on this. just watch and read the news. or much easier, just open your eyes, you'll understand what i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9027060079200610242-6554246796587195416?l=azalea317.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/feeds/6554246796587195416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9027060079200610242&amp;postID=6554246796587195416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/6554246796587195416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/6554246796587195416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-relevant.html' title='being relevant'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154008843154468323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwMBEckMceM/SLI6SzzRweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TwGM4RT3tP4/S220/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027060079200610242.post-2977519870514371837</id><published>2008-11-14T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T03:32:06.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>al-fatihah............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My friend's son just passed away this afternoon. He wasn't sick or anything like that, but his death was because of someone else's negligence. It's so sad thinking that this morning when my friend dropped him off at his nursery, he was like any other 4 months old babies - cranky in the morning, yet so adorable and lovable. And few hours later, he's gone. Loved by everyone, but Allah the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To whomever happened to read this entry, Al-Fatihah to the young Abraham Noah..&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/9027060079200610242-2977519870514371837?l=azalea317.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/feeds/2977519870514371837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9027060079200610242&amp;postID=2977519870514371837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/2977519870514371837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/2977519870514371837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/2008/11/al-fatihah.html' title='al-fatihah............'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154008843154468323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwMBEckMceM/SLI6SzzRweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TwGM4RT3tP4/S220/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027060079200610242.post-5166918605004485386</id><published>2008-11-11T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:33:37.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDS CUT DEEP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I encountered two beautiful lines from dramas. I just wanna share it her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;`Love isn't a firework.. Sometimes it'll just comes softly'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Love Comes Softly-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;`If we can be extraordinary together, then why be ordinary apart?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Greys Anatomy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These lines are quite simple and not that hard to understand at all, but the meaning just cut deep. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9027060079200610242-5166918605004485386?l=azalea317.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/feeds/5166918605004485386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9027060079200610242&amp;postID=5166918605004485386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/5166918605004485386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/5166918605004485386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/2008/11/words-cut-deep.html' title='WORDS CUT DEEP'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154008843154468323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwMBEckMceM/SLI6SzzRweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TwGM4RT3tP4/S220/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027060079200610242.post-4579575673264534607</id><published>2008-11-02T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:27:46.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE WHILE U CAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, i was with my hubby when we stop for gas. I was just waiting in the car and looking around when i saw this one guy who also stopped for gas. i dunno what made him so interesting for me to look at, but i just can't stop staring at him and thought of how vicious his look was. He looked so mean and stern, everything you look for in a bodyguard (except for that skinny, twiggy figure of his that wasn't exactly bodyguard-like). Then.. then the gas station staff came up to him and said something.. and that guy smile.. broadly.. all of sudden, the meanness just all washed away.. He looked so friendly and approachable.. It was really amazing what a smile can do.. I mean, i'm 28, so of course i know how important a smile is, but still that can't stop me from feeling amazed by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How much different can a smile make..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A lottt.&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/9027060079200610242-4579575673264534607?l=azalea317.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/feeds/4579575673264534607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9027060079200610242&amp;postID=4579575673264534607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/4579575673264534607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/4579575673264534607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/2008/11/smile-while-u-can.html' title='SMILE WHILE U CAN'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154008843154468323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwMBEckMceM/SLI6SzzRweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TwGM4RT3tP4/S220/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027060079200610242.post-7343401928640424228</id><published>2008-10-13T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:47:15.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb, dumber, dumbest..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Like a year ago, i swore not to trash my boss ever again. But seriously, this time i just can't help it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tataula nak kata apa, kesimpulannya &lt;em&gt;softcopy&lt;/em&gt;  pun dia tatau apa mendenyerrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! huwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9027060079200610242-7343401928640424228?l=azalea317.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/feeds/7343401928640424228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9027060079200610242&amp;postID=7343401928640424228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/7343401928640424228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/7343401928640424228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/2008/10/dumb-dumber-dumbest.html' title='dumb, dumber, dumbest..'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154008843154468323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwMBEckMceM/SLI6SzzRweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TwGM4RT3tP4/S220/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027060079200610242.post-9102620421861226686</id><published>2008-10-09T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T02:57:14.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gadis Melayukah Anda..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I read in today's Utusan regarding pencarian Gadis Melayu programme. Ok, memula baca i dah duk wonder what is Gadis Melayu, and will this programme give justice to the definition of Gadis Melayu. When reading thru the article, obviously not i believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The criteria , as mentioned in the news - &lt;em&gt;`..memasak, mengemas rumah, melipat kain, menyanyikan lagu-lagu irama asli, mengenal rempah ratus..'&lt;/em&gt; Masyaallah.. is that what being a Gadis Melayu all about??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That is soooo damn shallow!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even as a kid, i always thot being a Gadis Melayu meant soo much more than just being a perfect housewife. Back then i always read about Tun Fatimah and other Malay female idols, and to me, being a Gadis Melayu means being strong, berpendirian tegas, berani kerana benar, graceful when we need to yet not lembik, love taking risks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dunno, i maybe wrong, but i love to believe that those are the reason i'm in this world, not just to equip myself to just becoming perfect wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Omigod..kelakar.. If memasak, lipat kain and what not is the criteria of a gadis Melayu, then what am i..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah, i forgot, i'm a Bugis, not melayu anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9027060079200610242-9102620421861226686?l=azalea317.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/feeds/9102620421861226686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9027060079200610242&amp;postID=9102620421861226686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/9102620421861226686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/9102620421861226686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/2008/10/gadis-melayukah-anda.html' title='Gadis Melayukah Anda..?'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154008843154468323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwMBEckMceM/SLI6SzzRweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TwGM4RT3tP4/S220/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027060079200610242.post-3400168108293962360</id><published>2008-10-08T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T02:50:41.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been 2 months..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am 2 months pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 7 months to go. Pray to Allah that my baby is ok, and everything happens accordingly. Please Allah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9027060079200610242-3400168108293962360?l=azalea317.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/feeds/3400168108293962360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9027060079200610242&amp;postID=3400168108293962360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/3400168108293962360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/3400168108293962360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-2-months.html' title='It&apos;s been 2 months..'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154008843154468323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwMBEckMceM/SLI6SzzRweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TwGM4RT3tP4/S220/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027060079200610242.post-2797669116888431561</id><published>2008-08-27T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T02:50:06.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pick the elevator, or risk being thrown down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i never have the intention to write about politics, but i guess with the euphoria going on about the permatang pauh election, i just can't help myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the people has spoken. for the second time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;either for the better or worse, only god knows. but i do know, and the every other malaysian knows (except for the infamous person), that this is becoming a people centric country. those who leads shall bows to us. and listen intensely on our needs. we've listen enough. now it's your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.JUST STEP DOWN.&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/9027060079200610242-2797669116888431561?l=azalea317.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/feeds/2797669116888431561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9027060079200610242&amp;postID=2797669116888431561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/2797669116888431561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/2797669116888431561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/2008/08/pick-elevator-or-risk-being-thrown-down.html' title='pick the elevator, or risk being thrown down'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154008843154468323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwMBEckMceM/SLI6SzzRweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TwGM4RT3tP4/S220/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027060079200610242.post-3072461113526542072</id><published>2008-08-24T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T02:49:27.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello to the new phase of my life..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this isn't my first blog. and i doubt that this would be the last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've had so many blogs before, but abandon after a year or two. it's not that i forgot the passwords, but those blogs reflects the different phases in my life. after i move on, those blogs didn't seem to suit me anymore. maybe because i grew up, or my personal view about life has change.. or maybe somethings are better left buried in the past. Which for me, i choose burying it in my blogs. But i still have one close to me after all these years, but it is soo personal that it's just for my own dear lovely eyes (haha,what the..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i dunno where this blog gonna get me to, but i do know that whatever it is, it makes me, ME..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/9027060079200610242-3072461113526542072?l=azalea317.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/feeds/3072461113526542072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9027060079200610242&amp;postID=3072461113526542072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/3072461113526542072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9027060079200610242/posts/default/3072461113526542072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azalea317.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-to-new-phase-of-my-life.html' title='Hello to the new phase of my life..!'/><author><name>scarlett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154008843154468323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwMBEckMceM/SLI6SzzRweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TwGM4RT3tP4/S220/2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
