<?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-595992388264606594</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:02:57.656+08:00</updated><category term='Activity'/><category term='Life Advice'/><category term='Choclate'/><category term='movie'/><category term='Child Education'/><category term='Favourite Wrestler'/><category term='Joke'/><category term='Mother&apos;s day'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Love'/><category term='sexy photo'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='News'/><title type='text'>- My Story -</title><subtitle type='html'>...  Journey To The Past &amp;amp; Future  ... 

dura_slayer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-3422542790226034917</id><published>2011-12-29T07:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T08:06:48.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penutup tirai 2011...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak banyak yg boleh aku ungkapkan bagi tahun 2011... Tak da apa yg menarik sgt cuma dapat beli rumah idaman kalbu, dapat keja baru dekat Tune Hotel, Kulim &amp;amp; mengandung kali ke 3... aku cuma doakan agar semuanya berjalan dengan lancar... Baby yg ke 3 ni adalah rahmat utk aku dan suamiku... Sudah lama kami menanti akhirnya doa kami didengari oleh Allah SWT... Amin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku pasti tahun 2012 akan membawa seribu erti dan makna kepada kami sekeluarga... Kedatangan orang baru akan menceriakan lagi kehidupan lagi... Doktor cakap anak perempuan, so kena berjaga2.. kang kuar anak lelaki payah plak... Yelah kalu semua baju dah terbeli kaler 'PINK'... Naya jer hehehe Aku bersyukur sgt2 sebab dapat peknen buat kali ke 3... Aku dah cuba sedaya-upaya utk menjaga anak dalam kandungan ini... Baby tak banyak kerenah, dia memang anak yang baik... Duduk dalam perut pun diam2.... cam arwah kakak dia dulu memang aktif, kuat bergerak... Hehehehe Tiap kali pi scan perut, air mata aku akan meleleh secara automatik... Tanpa disuruh, entah kenapa??? Mungkin itu air mata kegembiraan agaknya... Bukan aku sahaja yang alami semau 2... Aku juga dapat melihat sinar kegembiraan di mata suamiku... Itu sudah mengcukupi bagiku... Inilah hadiah paling ternilai yang akan aku berikan padanya untuk tahun 2012.... X sabar aku rasanya, Aku due 1st May 2012... So kengkawan doa-doakan agar aku selamat melahirkan baby yang sihat dan sempurna....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;APAPUN AKU NAK UCAPKAN SELAMAT MENYAMBUT TAHUN BARU 2012 &amp;amp; SEMOGA AZAM MASING2 TERCAPAI.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cpmNygnTdoM/TvusaPX8KlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JWZ_agKKSuE/s320/318625_2298439069357_1500547590_2536472_4236214_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691332120916273746" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lvjtvhDUpvg/Tvur_dlcGcI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7GULCgGk-TE/s320/254693_2298438189335_1500547590_2536471_7606187_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691331660874521026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Gambar time training dekat Tune Hotel, Penang... Memang best sangat2....&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/595992388264606594-3422542790226034917?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3422542790226034917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=3422542790226034917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/3422542790226034917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/3422542790226034917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2011/12/penutup-tirai-2011.html' title='Penutup tirai 2011...'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cpmNygnTdoM/TvusaPX8KlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JWZ_agKKSuE/s72-c/318625_2298439069357_1500547590_2536472_4236214_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-1694221748623594918</id><published>2011-05-14T16:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:29:22.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choclate'/><title type='text'>Tergamam bila melihat.... Nak makan yang mana satu ni????</title><content type='html'>Bagi pengemar coklat, kalu tengok apa yang saya upload mesti ada yang dah menelan air liur mana taknya sedap je nampak... Camtu la reaksi saya bila mula-mula dapat email dari kawan saya... Dia siap suruh pilih lagi nak pilihan yang mana satu.... Coklat ni kalu makan memang tak leh nak berhenti, kalu boleh bersambung je sampai dah takda coklat untuk dikunyah... Tapi coklat kat bawah ni nak makan pun sayang, cantik sangat kan??? Indah dipandang katakan...Kalu korang ler diberi pilihan coklat yang mana satu korang nak makan????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pilihan 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606485071060281746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUk8UVXzY3Q/Tc48d7sUKZI/AAAAAAAAAXk/SUJwruuDY9o/s320/noname.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilihan 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PAuOKgFG2Pg/Tc433_ysxCI/AAAAAAAAAXU/hSyltgFsKk8/s1600/noname%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606480021279261730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PAuOKgFG2Pg/Tc433_ysxCI/AAAAAAAAAXU/hSyltgFsKk8/s320/noname%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilihan 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TdI9T_zFMJA/Tc43yeFF_mI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bvi_fyQVVnY/s1600/noname%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606479926330261090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TdI9T_zFMJA/Tc43yeFF_mI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bvi_fyQVVnY/s320/noname%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilihan 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0hOO-1sxDQ/Tc43saHQ82I/AAAAAAAAAXE/YTiORFZoWuc/s1600/noname%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606479822186410850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0hOO-1sxDQ/Tc43saHQ82I/AAAAAAAAAXE/YTiORFZoWuc/s320/noname%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilihan 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52cO6Khojfw/Tc43gZeEU-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/cILbgSdXqFc/s1600/noname%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606479615855186914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52cO6Khojfw/Tc43gZeEU-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/cILbgSdXqFc/s320/noname%2B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pilihan 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LdQ4dLa6WFI/Tc43Z493WfI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ZJvhjCAWs2M/s1600/noname%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606479504050969074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LdQ4dLa6WFI/Tc43Z493WfI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ZJvhjCAWs2M/s320/noname%2B6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pilihan 7 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFckzUTqi5M/Tc43U9UjucI/AAAAAAAAAWs/tvOfa29awvg/s1600/noname%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606479419320547778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFckzUTqi5M/Tc43U9UjucI/AAAAAAAAAWs/tvOfa29awvg/s320/noname%2B7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buat pilihan segera korang nak makan yang mana satu... Kalu saya semua saya makan sebab saya memang suka makan coklat.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-1694221748623594918?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1694221748623594918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=1694221748623594918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/1694221748623594918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/1694221748623594918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2011/05/tergamam-bila-melihat-nak-makan-yang.html' title='Tergamam bila melihat.... Nak makan yang mana satu ni????'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUk8UVXzY3Q/Tc48d7sUKZI/AAAAAAAAAXk/SUJwruuDY9o/s72-c/noname.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-8704110519361719681</id><published>2011-05-12T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:20:37.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun2...'/><title type='text'>Lama Tak Update Log.... Aku, Hubby, Geng Rapid dan Futsal.....</title><content type='html'>Buat kawan-kawan sori yer lama x update blog... Ampun maaf sepuluh jari kami hulurkan... Alhamdulillah aku dah bertambah sihat sejak kejadian tahun sudah... Untuk pengetahuan semua aku dengan hubby aku masih lagi dalam mood honeymoon... Xda lagi tanda2 akan menambah ahli keluarga yang baru.... hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So bila dah berdua ke hulu ke hilir cam belangkas la kami... Aku upload gambar wat tatapan kawan-kawan2... Time tu xtau macam mana nak gambarkan hubby aku bersemangat main futsal.. sedangkan aku tengok dia nak lari pun x larat, bawak perut je lebih... hehehehehe Kalu ada masa nanti akan aku upload video permainan tersebut... Apapun pasukan lawan perlawanan futsal tersebut 10-3.... Ni kira kena banyak latihan lagi ni.... Malu ler....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605745248828389394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0Gm8dF-wFo/TcubmnG_-BI/AAAAAAAAAWE/pZ32xxpCuiQ/s320/DSCN1199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Geng Rapid PG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605725113619069618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5klTZ-4TD0/TcuJSlnAOrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/aROBlDU-Alw/s320/DSCN1195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Posing Maut..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gaya cam pemain handalan je kan... masuk je dalam padang... hampehhhhh....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-8704110519361719681?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8704110519361719681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=8704110519361719681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8704110519361719681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8704110519361719681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2011/05/lama-tak-update-log-aku-hubby-geng.html' title='Lama Tak Update Log.... Aku, Hubby, Geng Rapid dan Futsal.....'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0Gm8dF-wFo/TcubmnG_-BI/AAAAAAAAAWE/pZ32xxpCuiQ/s72-c/DSCN1199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-4924712213178500826</id><published>2010-03-14T14:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T15:45:03.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al-Fatihah buat puteri sulungku... Nur Zahra Allisya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/S5yTireArZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DEUyYDUW70g/s1600-h/th_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448391873204891026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/S5yTireArZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DEUyYDUW70g/s320/th_9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sudah lama aku mendiamkan diri... Blog pun dah lama aku tak update... Ada gak rasa rindu dihati untuk meluahkan apa yang terpendam di hati dan apa perlu dikongsi bersama kawan-kawan... Kali ini aku kembali untuk mengemaskinikan tentang apa yang terjadi dalam hidup selama menghilangkan diri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tak pernah sekali terlintas dihati aku bahawa aku akan kehilangan puteri sulungku dengan sekelip mata... Bukan aku tak pernah keguguran sebelum ni... Tapi dengan sokongan dari suami tersayang aku kuatkan semangat untuk kehamilan yang kedua kali... Selepas kekecewaan dari kehamilan pertama...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hati ini menjerit dengan penuh kegembiraan dan kesyukuran kerana Allah SWT memberi aku peluang kedua untuk menimang anak... Kali ni aku sanggup berhenti kerja kerana pengalaman yang lalu mengajar aku untuk lebih berhati-hati... Bukan itu saja naluri hati aku kuat mengatakan anak aku akan membesar dengan sihat kali ni tanpa sebarang kecacatan... Tapi kita sebagai umatnya hanya boleh merancang tapi DIA yang menentukan segalanya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pada awal kehamilan aku mengalami "Morning Sickness" yang agak teruk hingga mengganggu prestasi kerja aku... Bulan bersilih ganti aku sudah semakin pulih.. Dari tak lalu makan hingga aku mula mengatur makanan... Yang itu nak makan yang ini nak makan.... hehehehe biasa la bila dah mengandung semua nak makan.... Terpapar wajah kegembiraan di muka suami ku sesungguhnya anak ini yang dinantikan selama ini....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Masuk saja bulan kehamilan yang keempat aku terkejut apabila pintu rahim aku dah terbuka sebanyak 4cm dan kandungan ku sudah terkeluar sebesar bola ping pong... Doktor kata aku terpaksa dimasukkan ke hospital dengan segera... Akhirnya pangkal rahim aku dapat dijahit dengan jaminan 50-50% sahaja... Sebab doktor kata makin berat baby aku makin susah untuk rahim aku menampung... Dengan penuh kesabaran aku memujuk baby aku supaya tak nakal-nakal dalam kandungan... Risau, susah hati serta sedih jangan kata.. semua dah bercampur aduk... Aku masih kuat semangat sebab doktor kata baby aku ok... pembesaran dia amat bagus... Dia membesar dengan cepat dan sihat... Walaupun perut aku tak membuncit tapi aku tau baby aku sihat didalam... Maklum la aku kan berbadan besar so bila mengandung memang susah nak tengok badan buncit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku ni sepanjang mengandung hanya baring je benda lain memang aku tak buat... Kerja-kerja berat memang aku tak buat... Tapi macam yang aku cakap Allah SWT lebih sayangkan baby aku... masuk 5 bulan lebih aku mula mengalami pendarahan dan sakit seperti nak beranak... Sekali lagi aku dimasukkan ke hospital... Dengan perasaan yang sedih aku memujuk hati dan kandungan aku agar bertahan... Mengharapkan sesuatu yang mustahil, air ketuban aku mulai pecah dan anak aku dah mula kuar.. Aku dimasukkan ke bilik bersalin dengan harapan aku boleh beranak normal tapi sebelum tu jahitan dahulu di pangkal rahim terpaksa dibuka kerana doktor memberitahu kaki anak aku sudah kelihatan.... Sedih bukan kepalang aku menangis sambil menanti suami aku datang kepadaku.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selepas mendapat kebenaran dari suamiku untuk melahirkan anak yang tak cukup bulan, para doktor dan jururawat memulakan kerja... Sakit bukan kepalang bukan kerana anak menekan keluar tapi kerana doktor merobek isi aku hidup-hidup tanpa dibius untuk membuka jahitan di pangkal rahim aku... Oleh kerana tak tahan doktor mencadangkan agar aku melahirkan anak dahulu selepas itu baru jahitan dibuka.... semalaman badan aku dimasukkan air agar aku senang melahirkan anak tapi semalaman jugak aku tak merasa sebarang kesakitan untuk beranak... Apabila sampai pagi aku masih belum bersalin, doktor terpaksa masukkan aku ke bilik bedah... Aku akan dibius dan jahitan akan dibuka agar anak aku senang lahir... Masuk saja ke dalam bilik bedah jantung berdegup bukan main kuat lagi dengan air mata yang berlinangan tanpa henti kerana sebagai ibu hari itu adalah hari aku terpaksa melepaskan anak aku dari kandungan ku... Sebagai isteri aku terpaksa memberitahu kepada suamiku bahawa zuriatku tak dapat diselamatkan....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sebaik sahaja doktor membuka jahitan, anak aku keluar dengan senang sekali.. Aku terkejut melihat anak aku yang boleh dikatakan besar dari usia kandungannya.. Mungkin ini hasil dari titik peluh aku menjaganya dengan elok semasa dia berada didalam kandunganku... Doktor memberitahu jantinanya... Memang selama ni sudah ku jangka jantinanya perempuan walaupun aku tak scan lagi... Mungkin juga sebab dari kehamilan lagi aku menjadi sangat-sangat manja dengan suamiku, sampai tak boleh berenggang langsung... kata orang kalu dah jadi macam tu mesti anak yang dikandung tu perempuan sebab anak perempuan selalunya rapat dengan si ayah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku menangis dengan sepenuh hati bila aku tengok anak aku sudah tak bermaya dan terbujur di situ kerana paru-parunya tidak boleh bernafas sendiri... Apabila doktor memotong tali pusat anak aku maka terputus la sudah pernafasannya dengan ku.... Aku lebih sebak apabila melihat suamiku menangis di kala jururawat menunjukkan anak ku kepadanya... Lagi membuatkan aku lemah, aku berasa sungguh kecil dan tak bermaya... Aku tak dapat memberi zuriat kepada suamiku buat kali kedua... Kenapa Allah duga aku sebegini... Bilakah dugaan ini akan berhenti????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku selamat melahirkan seorang bayi perempuan yang bernama Nur Zahra Allisya Binti Zainal Ariffin pada 6.3.2010 pada pukul 12.15pm.... Puteri sulungku amat cantik, sempurna dan cukup sifat berbeza dari usianya... Pada hari yang sama jugak pada pukul 4.12 petang anak aku telah selamat dikebumikan di tanah perkuburan Masjid Kulim... Aku redha atas segalanya... Allah itu maha segalanya... Pasti ada hikmah dan agenda yang lebih besar buatku di masa akan datang.... Alhamdulillah, walaupun anakku sudah tiada tapi kasih sayangku kepadanya tak pernah luntur... Aku dan suamiku amat menyayanginya dan kami sentiasa merinduinya... Aku berdoa agar Allah beri aku peluang kali ketiga untuk menimang cahaya mata... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Akan ku kirimkan AL-FATIHAH buat puteri sulungku NUR ZAHRA ALLISYA... Semoga anakku bahagia di sana dan semoga kita akan berjumpa lagi di akhirat nanti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zahra, Papa n Mama akan sentiasa doakan yang berbaik buatmu.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;p/s:- Aku juga tahu banyak lagi wanita di luar sana mengalami masalah serta dugaan seperti ku... Sabar la wahai para wanita.. sesungguhnya Allah itu maha segalanya... 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Nur Zahra Allisya...'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/S5yTireArZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DEUyYDUW70g/s72-c/th_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-2470582379177128667</id><published>2009-06-26T09:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:10:08.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Died at 50.. 'King of Pop'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SkQtJvHvPiI/AAAAAAAAAUw/SbnmOIKOHFU/s1600-h/2482_6320940517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351451902513987106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SkQtJvHvPiI/AAAAAAAAAUw/SbnmOIKOHFU/s400/2482_6320940517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He died of cardiac arrest at UCLA Medical Center aged 50 years old, 25.6.2009 (Thursday)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;YOU ARE NOT ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Another day has gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm still all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How could this be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're not here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You never said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Someone tell me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Did you have to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And leave my world so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everyday I sit and ask myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How did love slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Something whispers in my ear and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Though you're far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Though we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Lone, 'lone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why, 'lone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just the other night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I thought I heard you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Asking me to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can hear your prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Your burdens I will bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But first I need your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then forever can begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everyday I sit and ask myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How did love slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Something whispers in my ear and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Though you're far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Though we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whisper three words and I'll come runnin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And girl you know that I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You are not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Though you're far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Though we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Though you're far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Though we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For you are not alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psstt... He was my idols... Just love his songs so much.... I can remember my late mama used to like to listen to his famous song 'Billy Jean'..... May rest in peace!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-2470582379177128667?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2470582379177128667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=2470582379177128667' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/2470582379177128667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/2470582379177128667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/06/died-at-50-king-of-pop.html' title='Died at 50.. &apos;King of Pop&apos;'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SkQtJvHvPiI/AAAAAAAAAUw/SbnmOIKOHFU/s72-c/2482_6320940517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-2810367340359118904</id><published>2009-06-24T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:51:37.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>New Moon Movie Tie-In Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SkGwBLH76CI/AAAAAAAAAUg/uXP6-pkadyA/s1600-h/gordon2336_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350751366505293858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SkGwBLH76CI/AAAAAAAAAUg/uXP6-pkadyA/s400/gordon2336_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psst.... Cam nak beli plak tapi aku dah ada complete set (Original cover).... Hmmmm xpa kut beli boleh buat collection untuk movie tie-in cover plak... hehehehe macam banyak duit kan... Demi Twilight Saga collection, kena buat jugak... Hehehehe&lt;/em&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/595992388264606594-2810367340359118904?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2810367340359118904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=2810367340359118904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/2810367340359118904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/2810367340359118904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-moon-movie-tie-in-cover.html' title='New Moon Movie Tie-In Cover'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SkGwBLH76CI/AAAAAAAAAUg/uXP6-pkadyA/s72-c/gordon2336_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-2960430684621729776</id><published>2009-06-17T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:34:07.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak Sabar Menanti....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coming Soon on November 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sjh9s7z4OPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Uuc6hrNJGQs/s1600-h/new+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348162768425466098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sjh9s7z4OPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Uuc6hrNJGQs/s400/new+moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sjh9sp6DaHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/t7ioRIU6uE0/s1600-h/gordon2231_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348162763619526770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sjh9sp6DaHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/t7ioRIU6uE0/s400/gordon2231_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Official Poster For New Moon Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sjh9lWYcX-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/61GXzq-MpAo/s1600-h/new+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S:- Tak sabar aku menanti cerita ni.... rasanya selagi tak habis semua Twilight Saga ni... Selagi tu aku dalam keresahan.. hehehehe Aku tau hanis pun suka jugak macam aku....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Semua buku aku dah abis baca siap hafal lagi.... Hehehehe excited terlebih....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-2960430684621729776?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2960430684621729776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=2960430684621729776' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/2960430684621729776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/2960430684621729776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/06/tak-sabar-menanti.html' title='Tak Sabar Menanti....'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sjh9s7z4OPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Uuc6hrNJGQs/s72-c/new+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-7126514155234957100</id><published>2009-06-02T13:33:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:37:05.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes!! Bolot habis... TWILIGHT RULES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MTV MOVIE AWARD 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTMOvJ1YcI/AAAAAAAAAT4/c3LUMNgdqt8/s1600-h/rob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342619611516199362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTMOvJ1YcI/AAAAAAAAAT4/c3LUMNgdqt8/s200/rob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTMLpkEoJI/AAAAAAAAATw/BZHdVNaLpAU/s1600-h/new_moon_trailer_presentation_500x365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342619558476030098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTMLpkEoJI/AAAAAAAAATw/BZHdVNaLpAU/s200/new_moon_trailer_presentation_500x365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTMIBLqJ0I/AAAAAAAAATo/szLgzIVWSDI/s1600-h/heart+trob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342619496096606018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTMIBLqJ0I/AAAAAAAAATo/szLgzIVWSDI/s200/heart+trob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTME4LSbII/AAAAAAAAATg/YIkfbCSpvGo/s1600-h/best_movie_600x365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342619442139524226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTME4LSbII/AAAAAAAAATg/YIkfbCSpvGo/s200/best_movie_600x365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTMARWnPaI/AAAAAAAAATY/KKuKmm_yoWs/s1600-h/best_kiss_600x365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342619362998566306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTMARWnPaI/AAAAAAAAATY/KKuKmm_yoWs/s200/best_kiss_600x365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTL8VhunVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5Rrh9vXZ0q8/s1600-h/best_kiss_250x365_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342619295399451986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTL8VhunVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5Rrh9vXZ0q8/s200/best_kiss_250x365_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTL5WvuwjI/AAAAAAAAATI/QWntWfKF4Ok/s1600-h/best_kiss_250x365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342619244187009586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTL5WvuwjI/AAAAAAAAATI/QWntWfKF4Ok/s200/best_kiss_250x365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTL1vr8A7I/AAAAAAAAATA/OPSlbkAR_yU/s1600-h/best_fight_500x365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342619182162510770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTL1vr8A7I/AAAAAAAAATA/OPSlbkAR_yU/s200/best_fight_500x365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTLswHxW0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/2TWAwMKVtD0/s1600-h/best_breakthough_male_500x365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342619027660430146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTLswHxW0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/2TWAwMKVtD0/s200/best_breakthough_male_500x365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTJYUlBPOI/AAAAAAAAARo/Mc05d7HNDck/s1600-h/best_breakthough_male_250x365_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342616477646273762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTJYUlBPOI/AAAAAAAAARo/Mc05d7HNDck/s200/best_breakthough_male_250x365_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTJRgSc5eI/AAAAAAAAARg/te5V9N3Qjp0/s1600-h/best_breakthough_male_250x365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342616360530535906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTJRgSc5eI/AAAAAAAAARg/te5V9N3Qjp0/s200/best_breakthough_male_250x365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTJMkbeJvI/AAAAAAAAARY/5XFgBFAX9yU/s1600-h/365x365_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342616275742762738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTJMkbeJvI/AAAAAAAAARY/5XFgBFAX9yU/s200/365x365_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah!!! Aku rasa best sgt2.. Yelah diaorang bolot mostly award yang ader dalam MTV Award 2009 so best2... Hero aku - Rob Pattinson dapat &lt;em&gt;"Best breakthough male award"... &lt;/em&gt;Yang lain menang award &lt;em&gt;"Best Fight, Best Kiss and Best Movie"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*********************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freeze Frames New Moon Trailer Preview&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342601376514329602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiS7pUemTAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IvGgbpNwGZA/s400/04_newmoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTCETFU7UI/AAAAAAAAARQ/VjwEXNYPTWU/s1600-h/01_newmoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342608437066132802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTCETFU7UI/AAAAAAAAARQ/VjwEXNYPTWU/s400/01_newmoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiS9c7ywHdI/AAAAAAAAARI/quoI3TY0YnQ/s1600-h/02_newmoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342603362752798162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiS9c7ywHdI/AAAAAAAAARI/quoI3TY0YnQ/s400/02_newmoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiS7wwwkA_I/AAAAAAAAARA/kSLN4CI5QVU/s1600-h/03_newmoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342601504364954610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiS7wwwkA_I/AAAAAAAAARA/kSLN4CI5QVU/s400/03_newmoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiS7hE_IIHI/AAAAAAAAAQw/m2McUVCB2ks/s1600-h/05_newmoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342601234916843634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiS7hE_IIHI/AAAAAAAAAQw/m2McUVCB2ks/s400/05_newmoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiS7czIe9hI/AAAAAAAAAQo/msLfGYYFZxs/s1600-h/06_newmoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342601161404773906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiS7czIe9hI/AAAAAAAAAQo/msLfGYYFZxs/s400/06_newmoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psstttt.. Aku tak sabar nak tengok filem terbaru New Moon di pawagan November ni .... Mesti best kan dapat tengok sequal dari cerita Twilight ni kan... Hehehehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-7126514155234957100?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7126514155234957100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=7126514155234957100' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/7126514155234957100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/7126514155234957100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-bolot-habis-twilight-rules.html' title='Yes!! Bolot habis... TWILIGHT RULES...'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiTMOvJ1YcI/AAAAAAAAAT4/c3LUMNgdqt8/s72-c/rob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-8450972565692954409</id><published>2009-06-01T13:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:27:19.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activity'/><title type='text'>Penyanyi Karaoke Yang Berjaya... Hahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gambar2 ni aku tangkap sewaktu melakukan aktiviti senaman tekak dekat &lt;em&gt;REDBOX, Gurney Plaza... &lt;/em&gt;Penat tu memang la penat tapi puas aku boleh menyanyi walaupun suara aku tak sedap... hehehehe yang aku paling tak tahan bila aku dengar adik aku nyanyi la &lt;em&gt;"Isabella 98"&lt;/em&gt; dengan &lt;em&gt;"Menghitung Hari" &lt;/em&gt;dah la dia tu lelaki... suara memang kelakar... Banyak lagi gambar yang aku amik tapi, nak upload amik masa.. nanti kalu ader time aku upload lagi ok.... Peace!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiNxEnUE3FI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YQiZy8zhUEU/s1600-h/P1020742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342237907078143058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiNxEnUE3FI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YQiZy8zhUEU/s320/P1020742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Gaya penyanyi yang baru nak warming up... time pemilihan lagu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiNu95cQ9xI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LAdn4fg0yDs/s1600-h/P1020751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342235592661989138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiNu95cQ9xI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LAdn4fg0yDs/s320/P1020751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiNu9e_k7ZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SHLnF6W00qs/s1600-h/P1020750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342235585562340754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiNu9e_k7ZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SHLnF6W00qs/s320/P1020750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tengok makanan kat belakang 2.. banyak kan?? Yummy2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiNuZrdr53I/AAAAAAAAAP4/_jdq4HQrwbg/s1600-h/P1020744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342234970434561906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiNuZrdr53I/AAAAAAAAAP4/_jdq4HQrwbg/s320/P1020744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ader orang kata muka hubby aku iras2 Faizal AF4.. betoi ke??? Cam tak caya jer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiNuZUUco6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/4kcEKAtakMM/s1600-h/P1020746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342234964221797282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiNuZUUco6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/4kcEKAtakMM/s320/P1020746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiNtXC9PlqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xAE1qDd-yhQ/s1600-h/P1020755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342233825689704098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiNtXC9PlqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xAE1qDd-yhQ/s320/P1020755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dah la kena paksa menyanyi.. kena siap posing lagi... Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiNsH21fGlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kubehSJg-l0/s1600-h/P1020758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342232465226275410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiNsH21fGlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kubehSJg-l0/s320/P1020758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bantai nyanyi selagi anje kata jangan stop.. abang xleh stop nyanyi.. Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiNrLXlxvOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/yI6HLFyJPYg/s1600-h/P1020781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342231426046737634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiNrLXlxvOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/yI6HLFyJPYg/s320/P1020781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Gaya penyanyi yang dah puas menyanyi.. Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pssstttt... Lepas nyanyi family aku iaitu adik2 aku dan hubby aku memutuskan akan membuat aktiviti melawat Redbox setiap hujung bulan... Yepeee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-8450972565692954409?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8450972565692954409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=8450972565692954409' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8450972565692954409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8450972565692954409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/06/penyanyi-karaoke-yang-berjaya-hahahaha.html' title='Penyanyi Karaoke Yang Berjaya... Hahahaha'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SiNxEnUE3FI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YQiZy8zhUEU/s72-c/P1020742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-8068813353730708768</id><published>2009-05-27T15:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:39:53.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite Wrestler'/><title type='text'>Pujaan Hati Hubby ku.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku tak tau nak post entri apa kali ni... Tapi ader la satu cerita tentang gelagat hubby aku dengan idola pujaan hatinya... Dah berminggu-minggu aku keluar masuk kedai video speedy aku dok tolong hubby aku cari sambungan VCD "John Cena - This Is My Life" part II tentang kehidupan wrestler kegemaran dia dari kecik hingga dah besar panjang... Siapa lagi kalu bukan Si JOHN CENA, dah puas aku bagitau kat dia VCD part II tak jual dah... Yang ader DVD jer... Beli jelah.. Walaupun dia akan tengok balik apa yang dia dah tengok dalam VDC part I dalam DVD tu atleast collection dia dah complete dan aku tak yah pening2-kan kepala untuk mencari... Dah puas aku suruh kawan baik aku yang ader kat Texas, USA pi cari pasal John Cena.. Penat jugak aku... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340411952699010626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Shz0YFLf7kI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZWRPIU_-eOU/s320/John_Cena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ni yang membuatkan aku tertanya-tanya apa yang ader dengan John Cena ni??? Mula-mula aku dah ingat hubby aku ni "GAY" rupanya bukan.. Hehehehe Hubby aku ni admirer sangat dengan badan dia... Dulu dia minat sangat dengan Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, sekarang ni tambah lagi seorang pujaan hati... Naik jeles aku plak... Tiap-tiap hari pi gym sebab nak badan cam John Cena... Aku ni dok bantai gelak bila hubby aku dok posing depan cermin pastu dok tanya ader tak badan cam wrestler pujaan dia... Hahahaha Aku balas balik.. &lt;em&gt;"Comel bang.. Comel... Keep up the good work, badan abang akan jadi cam John Cena... Tak pun cam "The Rock" jer hehehehe.."&lt;/em&gt; Tak salah kan aku bohong sunat dengan hubby aku??? Ok apa badan cam "The Rock" steady jer... Aku suka... Tapi nampak gaya makin membesar muscle2 badan hubby aku, nak tunjuk kata dia boleh la 2.. Cam Malaysia boleh plak, nak jadi Sazali Samad plak ke??? Hehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340411672792029458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Shz0HyceWRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/mbxeC1TDtC4/s320/the+rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Nice Body... Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru-baru ni plak tak abis-abis dok cerita kat aku dia tengok John Cena dalam citer "Snoop Dog - Fatherhood" kat dalam E-Channel, Astro... Hubby aku citer dengan penuh perasaan, seronok tengok John Cena rapping dengan Snoop Dog la... Muscle dia besar la... Macam-macam lagi.. Letih aku nak melayan cam budak-budak plak dah... Hehehehe Terpaksalah dengar kalu tak dengar kata aku ni dah tak amik perhatian plak... Sabar jelah... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340408792870502146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ShzxgJ5rPwI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/be53B76BoWA/s400/john+cena.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sexy... Macho Guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pssstttt.... Sebenarnya aku pun jatuh hati dengan John Cena.. Kalu wrestling ader jer si mamat ni sure aku akan tengok walaupun aku x berapa minat tengok WWE.... I like John Cena... Hehehehe Tapi aku paling suka sebenarnya Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-8068813353730708768?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8068813353730708768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=8068813353730708768' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8068813353730708768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8068813353730708768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/pujaan-hati-hubby-ku.html' title='Pujaan Hati Hubby ku.....'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Shz0YFLf7kI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZWRPIU_-eOU/s72-c/John_Cena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-106004634581076072</id><published>2009-05-26T13:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:11:28.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Child Education'/><title type='text'>JADIKAN ANAK PANDAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHICIDA METHODS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANYAK&lt;/strong&gt; cara untuk mendidik personaliti anak-anak. Ada menggunakan pelbagai kaedah dan pendekatan semata-mata mahu memberikan yang terbaik buat anak-anak. Salah satu teknik yang mula di pratikkan di Malaysia ialah &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHICIDA METHODS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , iaitu kaedah mendidik anak-anak berfikir menggunakan otak kanan yang diajar oleh orang Jepun. Ini kerana otak sebelah kanan lebih efektif berbanding otak kiri tetapi ia perlu dipraktikkan dengan lebih kerap untuk mengaktifkan penggunaannya. Kelas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHICIDA METHODS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ada ditawarkan di sesetengah tempat disini,namun kosnya agak mahal berbanding kelas-kelas lain, malah tidak ramai ibu bapa khususnya orang Melayu mampu menghantar anak-anak mereka ke kelas sebegini. Disini disertakan serba sedikit kaedah &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHICIDA METHODS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; untuk dipraktikkan oleh ibu bapa dalam membesarkan anak-anak. Kaedah ini boleh Nampak kesannya dalam masa seminggu ia di pratikkan,namun bergantung kepada kebolehan dan keupayaan otak anak-anak anda menerimanya :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339997480563615042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sht7aoJ5pUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RM2ira-wMlM/s320/sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gambar Hiasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) Sewaktu anak hendak tidur atau tidur-tidur ayam,cakap padanya dengan sepenuh hati dan sejujurnya yang kita sayang kat dia, dia budak baik, dia anak soleh, dia budak kuat, dia budak pandai dan sebagainya sebab sewaktu tidur-tidur ayam itulah otak kanannya sedang bekerja manakala otak kiri sudah tidur. Tapi kena buat dengan seikhlas hati sebab kalau dalam keadaan marah,ia tidak menjadi. Kalau mereka sudah tidur, cuba ramas-ramas jari atau tangan dia atau picit-picitkan badannya supaya dia kembali dalam keadaan tidur-tidur ayam. Cuba pratikkan pada anak anda khususnya bagi mereka yang liat bangun pagi. Insya-Allah menjadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339999910126986562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sht9oC-8pUI/AAAAAAAAANY/DkbT7envYKQ/s320/reading+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gambar Hiasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) Mula guna kad untuk ajar anak anda. Ada peserta yang ajar ABC-Z guna kad dalam masa seminggu sahaja, lepas tu mereka sudah kenal semua huruf dan boleh eja perkataan yang pendek-pendek. Buat atau beli kad banyak-banyak dan tunjuk pada mereka cepat-cepat seperti a…..b….c….d. Insya-Allah mereka cepat tangkap sebab bila kita tunjuk laju-laju otak kanan dia akan bekerja keras untuk tangkap apa benda yang ditunjuk. Boleh juga buat atau beli kad 1,2,3 atau gambar-gambar tertentu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340001277545887090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sht-3pBBNXI/AAAAAAAAANg/8aloSrnI7qg/s200/painting.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gambar Hiasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) Gerak kerja tangan adalah hasil dari otak kanan, jadi cuba ajar anak anda main tanah liat, main cat air (water colour), melukis, gunting kertas, origami dan sebagainya. Memang agak leceh dan kena kemas semula, tapi untuk kebaikan anak-anak apa salahnya berkorban sikit. Satu lagi cuba lukis gambar, contohnya rama-rama, tapi hanya sebelah badannya sahaja dan suruh anak-anak sambung lukis ikut apa yang anda lukis dibahagian satu lagi. Ini pun dapat mengaktifkan penggunaan otak kanan. Tahukah anda kenapa orang Cina dan Jepun kebanyakkannya pandai-pandai? Ini kerana mereka makan menggunakan kayu penyepit. Kayu penyepit mengaktifkan kerja tangan sekaligus membantu menggerakkan otak kanan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340002819672843282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ShuARZ4vJBI/AAAAAAAAANo/SaV1Ag_ew0I/s320/scolding.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gambar Hiasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4) Jangan marah-marah atau tengking anak sebab mereka boleh simpan semuanya dalam otak kiri. Kalau tanpa sengaja marah atau menengking mereka, kembali semula ke cara pertama dan minta maaf pada mereka dengan ikhlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340003547236220946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ShuA7wRXQBI/AAAAAAAAANw/ojFKM4SK16w/s200/story.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gambar Hiasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5) Cuba bina daya imaginasi mereka dengan cara bercerita dan kemudian suruh mereka menyambung semula cerita tersebut. Walaupun cerita itu merapu pun tidak mengapa asalkan mereka punya inisiatif untuk berimaginasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340008892106822722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ShuFy3d0VEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WBg_WyCjAIw/s400/box.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gambar Hiasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6) Main teka-teki dengan mereka. Letakkan satu barang dalam kotak dan kemudian suruh mereka teka apakah barang tersebut. Untuk permulaan,berikan mereka pilihan untuk menggambarkan jenis barang dalam kotak terbabit seperti memberitahu warna, bunyi dan sebagainya. Lama-kelamaan mereka boleh bangunkan deria keenam (Sixth Sense) dengan menumpukan perhatian kepada benda yang berada dalam kotak terbabit. Ini semua adalah untuk mengaktifkan otak sebelah kanan. Tapi ingat semua permainan yang hendak dilakukan itu hanya boleh dilakukan selama setengah jam sehari. Tidak perlu lama-lama kerana ia boleh menimbulkan rasa bosan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sebelum lakukan semua kaedah ini, pastikan anda mempunyai masa yang benar-benar cukup. Pendekatan ini memerlukan keikhlasan dan kesunggguhan. Dalam Islam sendiri pun menggalakkan ibu bapa bercakap dengan anak-anak ketika mereka mahu tidur kerana pada ketika itulah di antara waktu-waktu doa dimakbulkan. Seorang Kaunselor juga memberitahu, jangan suka menyebut &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JANGAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pada anak-anak kerana apa yang kita sebut itulah yang mereka ikut. Cuba ganti perkataan &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANGAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dengan perkataan lain untuk menyampaikan maksud anda,misalnya – &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ Tolong senyap Along ”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; berbanding &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“ Along Jangan bising ”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pssstttt... Sama-samalah kita jadikan amalan ni sebagai rutin harian buat anak-anak...Walaupun aku xda anak lagi... Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-106004634581076072?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/106004634581076072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=106004634581076072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/106004634581076072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/106004634581076072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/jadikan-anak-pandai.html' title='JADIKAN ANAK PANDAI'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sht7aoJ5pUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RM2ira-wMlM/s72-c/sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-8006557096494791477</id><published>2009-05-22T14:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:15:38.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Apa makna Cinta pada korang semua?? Adakah cinta seseorang itu di kira amat bermakna melalui kata-kata atau perbuatan?? Ataupun perlukah seseorang itu menunjukkan cintanya kepada pasangan dengan meluahkannya secara terang-terangan, mungkin mengucapkan kata azimat cinta di hadapan orang lain?? Bagi aku cinta tak akan dapat di ungkap dengan hanya kata-kata... Cinta perlukan pengorbanan dan seseorang boleh melakukan apa sahaja untuk membuktikan kepada pasangan masing-masing perasaan cintanya... Adakalanya cara untuk meluahkan rasa cinta dilakukan secara unik tanpa disedari oleh pasangannya sendiri.. Terpulang kepada individu masing-masing untuk melakukannya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Kalu korang la.... Camner ha korang luahkan perasaan cinta korang kepada pasangan masing-masing?? Hehehehe Boleh berkongsi dengan aku cara-caranya???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*****************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ShZLcHfs2vI/AAAAAAAAANI/7rsIKoknyRk/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338537354714733298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ShZLcHfs2vI/AAAAAAAAANI/7rsIKoknyRk/s400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;~Love Story~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is Jin. I always thought of him as a friend until last year, when we went to a trip from a club. I found that I fell in love with him. Before that trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him. And soon, we became a pair of lovers, but we loved each other in different ways. I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there were so many other girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Jin, do you want to go watch a movie?" I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I can't"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Why? You need to study at home?" I felt disappointment grabbing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"No... I am going to meet a friend... "He was always like that. He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. To him, I was just a girlfriend. The word 'love' only came out from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say 'I love you' before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To us, there weren't any anniversaries at all. He didn't say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days... 200days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know why... Then one day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Um, Jin, I ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jin: What...don't drag, just say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jin: ......you....um, just take this doll and go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was how he ignored my 'three words' and handed me the doll. Then he disappeared, like he was running away. The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room,one by one. There were many... Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday. When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him,and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call. But... lunch passed, dinner passed... and soon the sky was dark... he still didn't call..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Jin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jin: Here...take this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again, he handed me a little doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: What's this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jin: I didn't give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. I'm going home now, bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jin: Today? Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I shouted... "Wait..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jin: You have something to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Tell me, tell me you love me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jin: What?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Tell meI put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But he just said simple cold words and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I don't want to say...that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was what he said. Then he ran off. My legs felt numb...and I collapsed to the ground. He didn't want to say it easily...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How could he....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I felt that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe he is not the right guy for me...After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He didn't call me, although I was waiting. He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house. That's how those dolls piled up in my room... every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a month, I got myself together and went to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But what made the pain resurface was that... I saw him on a street...with another girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me...as he touched the doll... I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why did he gave these to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls... In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around. Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that... it's going to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I couldn't help hating him, acting like nothing had happen and joking around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soon, he held out the doll as usual...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: I don't need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jin: What....why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: I don't need this doll, I don't need it anymore!! I don't want to see a person like you again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I spitted out all the words that were inside me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But unlike other days, his eyes very shaking. "I'm sorry" He apologized in a tiny voice. He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honk~ Honk~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Jin! Move! Move away!" I shouted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But he didn't hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Jin, move!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HONK~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Boom!" That sound, so terrifying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's how he went away from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that day, I had to go through every day with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And after spending two months like a crazy person...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took out the dolls. Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out. I remembered the days I spent with him and started tocount the days... when we were in love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"One...two... three..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was how... I started to count the dolls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Four hundred and eighty four... four hundred and eighty five..."It all ended with 485 dolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms. I hugged it tightly, then suddenly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I love you~, I love you~"I dropped the dolls,shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I....lo..ve...you??"I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I love you~ I love you~"It can't be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I pressed all the dolls' stomach as it piled on the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I love you~"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I love you~"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I love you~"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those words came out non-stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I...love you...Why didn't I realize that.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That his heart was always by my side, protecting me. Why didn't I realize that he love me this much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it's stomach, that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on it. The voice came out, the one that I was missing so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jo...Do you know what today is? We've been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn't say I love you.... Um... since I was too shy... If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you... everyday... till I die... Jo... I love you..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The tears came flowing out of me.. Why? Why? I asked god, why do I only know about all this now? He can't be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For that... and for that reason... to me... it became courage... to live a beautiful life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than lose someone that you love with your useless pride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psstttt... Aku memang suka baca kisah - kisah cinta.. Pastu menangis sorang... Waaaa'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-8006557096494791477?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8006557096494791477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=8006557096494791477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8006557096494791477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8006557096494791477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ShZLcHfs2vI/AAAAAAAAANI/7rsIKoknyRk/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-8061792688810203909</id><published>2009-05-19T10:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:44:37.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Advice'/><title type='text'>MARRIAGE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ShIbFV5cKaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/0LEMNgabeDg/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337358286978820514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ShIbFV5cKaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/0LEMNgabeDg/s400/tears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To those who are married, .. Not married .. and soon to be married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions... She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you do, you just might save a marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337359916004838306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ShIckKfgi6I/AAAAAAAAANA/w4ptSGtxBvI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pssttt.... I cried after finish reading this story.... Sorry Guys, but man will never change if the woman didn't make them open their eyes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-8061792688810203909?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8061792688810203909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=8061792688810203909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8061792688810203909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8061792688810203909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/marriage.html' title='MARRIAGE...'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ShIbFV5cKaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/0LEMNgabeDg/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-686442828507968804</id><published>2009-05-15T12:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:22:28.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Tiga sekawan....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amat, Abu dan Budin tersesat di dalam hutan sewaktu memburu. Mereka kemudiannya ditangkap oleh sekumpulan orang asli yang merupakan cannibal. Sewaktu dihadapkan ke ketua puak cannibal, ketua puak mengatakan mereka tidak akan dijadikan sup dan dimakan jika mereka lepas ujian yang akan diberikan. Mereka dikehendaki pergi kedalam hutan dan mencari 10 buah yang sama jenis. Lalu mereka pun pergi la ke dalam hutan bersama2 beberapa orang asli yang akan mempastikan mereka takkan lari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amat kembali dan membawa 10 biji buah epal. Ketua puak cannibal itu kemudiannya berkata "Kamu dikehendaki menyumbat kesemua buah2 tersebut kedalam lubang bontot kamu tanpa sebarang ekspressi diwajah kamu atau kamu akan dimakan!". Maka bermulalah sesi menyumbat buah epal ke dalam lubang bontot Amat, SATU!!! jerit semua orang-orang asli. Belum sempat epal kedua disumbat, Amat sudah menjerit kesakitan, lalu Amat diikat dan diletak dalam kawah besar untuk direbus jadi sup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335916608056985938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sgz74lZYCVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3VdPNod_zjU/s400/org+asli.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ni la tiga sekawan.. Si Amat, Abu dan Budin.. Transformasi selepas kena bakar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Abu pula kembali membawa 10 biji anggur. Ketua puak menerangkan perkara yang sama kepada Abu. Abu merasa takdelah susah mana. Dari jauh Ama tmendengar orang-orang asli menjerit &lt;em&gt;SATU!!! DUA!!!! TIGA!!! EMPAT!!! LIMA!!! ENAM!!! TUJUH!!! LAPAN!!!!&lt;/em&gt;, tiba-tiba Amat terdengar Abu ketawa terbahak-bahak. Beberapa minit kemudian Abu diletakkan bersebelahan Amat dalam kawah besar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Weiii yang ko gelak apehal???...ko dah nak lepas tadi dah!!" bentak Amat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Abu jawab "takleh tahanla beb...tengah aku relax2 sumbat anggur tiba2 Budin balik bawak durian 10 bijik".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pssttt.... Gila la 10 bijik durian tu.... camner nak tahan ha???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-686442828507968804?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/686442828507968804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=686442828507968804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/686442828507968804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/686442828507968804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiga-sekawan.html' title='Tiga sekawan....'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sgz74lZYCVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3VdPNod_zjU/s72-c/org+asli.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-4286005262828161686</id><published>2009-05-13T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:41:02.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku dah BOSAN.. Aku dah bosannnnn......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entri kali ni aku tak tau nak tulis apa... Kepala Otak aku blank giler.. Aku bosan kat tempat kerja... Bosan dengan life... Bosan... Bosan... Ader idea nak bagi hilang bosan tak? Hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sgpo_9FPcFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wEIUXDAYN1o/s1600-h/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335192156511367250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sgpo_9FPcFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wEIUXDAYN1o/s400/music.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sgpo56VcPqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/YjXfx-8yJXE/s1600-h/colour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335192052694793890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sgpo56VcPqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/YjXfx-8yJXE/s400/colour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psssttt... Entah kenapa aku suka tengok gambar2 ni time aku tengah bosan... Aku ni dah mental ke???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-4286005262828161686?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4286005262828161686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=4286005262828161686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/4286005262828161686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/4286005262828161686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-dah-bosan-aku-dah-bosannnnn.html' title='Aku dah BOSAN.. Aku dah bosannnnn......'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sgpo_9FPcFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wEIUXDAYN1o/s72-c/music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-639878746746903164</id><published>2009-05-12T14:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:21:44.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy photo'/><title type='text'>Soccer... Guys will love this one....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually dah lama aku dapat email ni dari kawan aku... So ari ni since big boss tak ader kat ofis aku pun apa lagi dok &lt;em&gt;'kelebek'&lt;/em&gt; segala email lama2 dalam personal folder aku....Bagi aku time la patut aku amik kesempatan secara terang-terangan.... Independent's day katakan... Yahooooo....... Tetiba entah camner aku terbuka balik email yang dihantar oleh kawan aku dan aku dapati quite interesting email ni sebab ader gambar pompuan separuh bogel tengah main bola sepak... Aku tau nanti ader yang akan suka tengok gambar2 ni... Hehehehe Jangan tak tahu aku pun suka tengok jugak... Hohohoho (Terkantoi plak....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ini membuatkan aku terfikir kalu la ader pasukan bola sepak wanita camni mesti semua yang mai tengok si lelaki2 muda, bapak2 budak, atuk2 yang masih kuat dan lain2... hehehehe tak dapat aku nak imagine camner... Apapun pandai jugak si amoi2 dalam gambar ni posing maut... kalu suruh main betoi2 entah boleh ke x??? Tup2 nak sepak bola pun tak straight.. Hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334833398453932626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgkitfK8klI/AAAAAAAAALw/V4M7CM5a2Ac/s400/ATT58423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334833201095631026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sgkih_9D4LI/AAAAAAAAALo/XGFKOhRyc0g/s400/ATT58424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sgkc19uRR6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/tI-D4L4y75Y/s1600-h/ATT58425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334826947024340898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sgkc19uRR6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/tI-D4L4y75Y/s400/ATT58425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sgkc1yAjQKI/AAAAAAAAALI/WRUt46EehBI/s1600-h/ATT58426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334826943879790754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sgkc1yAjQKI/AAAAAAAAALI/WRUt46EehBI/s400/ATT58426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgkclyxwwhI/AAAAAAAAALA/CDjzZhQ7MvA/s1600-h/ATT58427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334826669208289810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgkclyxwwhI/AAAAAAAAALA/CDjzZhQ7MvA/s400/ATT58427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sgkcly0SvGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HBY2gSl5i8Q/s1600-h/ATT58428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334826669218905186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sgkcly0SvGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HBY2gSl5i8Q/s400/ATT58428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sgkcl1dJV3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/TiEkfzrCMuY/s1600-h/ATT58429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334826669927126898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sgkcl1dJV3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/TiEkfzrCMuY/s400/ATT58429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sgkcll5qiZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xWyQ-ge5YQ0/s1600-h/ATT58430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334826665751775634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sgkcll5qiZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xWyQ-ge5YQ0/s400/ATT58430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgkclqfxZTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PEuihWFDpK0/s1600-h/ATT58431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334826666985350450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgkclqfxZTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PEuihWFDpK0/s400/ATT58431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgkcMC5vW2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/yBJ6ciOn8Bc/s1600-h/ATT58432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334826226860120930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgkcMC5vW2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/yBJ6ciOn8Bc/s400/ATT58432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgkcL8kct-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6LOyaOSKHhs/s1600-h/ATT58433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334826225160206306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgkcL8kct-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6LOyaOSKHhs/s400/ATT58433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgkcLsAw_FI/AAAAAAAAAKI/fBPAM0lwthw/s1600-h/ATT58434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334826220715572306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgkcLsAw_FI/AAAAAAAAAKI/fBPAM0lwthw/s400/ATT58434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgkcLikTaTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/v77OBFFcuDY/s1600-h/ATT58435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334826218180274482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgkcLikTaTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/v77OBFFcuDY/s400/ATT58435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgkcLR6YVxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GB-WmuA5LF4/s1600-h/ATT58436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334826213709469458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgkcLR6YVxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GB-WmuA5LF4/s400/ATT58436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pssstttt... Ader sapa nak main bola sepak dengan awek2 camni???? Mesti banyak yang beratur nak sign up masuk pasukan bola ni.... Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-639878746746903164?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/639878746746903164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=639878746746903164' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/639878746746903164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/639878746746903164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/soccer-guys-will-love-this-one.html' title='Soccer... Guys will love this one....'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgkitfK8klI/AAAAAAAAALw/V4M7CM5a2Ac/s72-c/ATT58423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-8348718269052050981</id><published>2009-05-11T12:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:18:40.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al-Kisah Boss..... Hehehehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entri kali ni sebab aku terbaca blog si &lt;a href="http://nurshazalinayuhanis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hanis&lt;/a&gt; dan &lt;a href="http://monkeydlulffy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kapten Luffy&lt;/a&gt;... Kes &lt;a href="http://monkeydlulffy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Luffy&lt;/a&gt; lupa nak bawak spare &lt;em&gt;"seluar kecik"&lt;/em&gt; waktu dia nak mandi air terjun... Hehehehehe.... So jangan jadi cam cerita bawah ni sudah la... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alkisah ada seorang lelaki yang berusia lewat 50an dan bekerja sebagai CEO disebuah syarikat yang besar di KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pada suatu hari tu... Boss ni memanggil la dia punya seketeri masuk ke ofisnya... seperti biasa seketerinya pun masuk la... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tolong buatkan saya surat untuk kita punya client... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si Boss ni pun mula la cakap dia punya mukadimahnya... biasa la Boss... malas nak tulis... cakap punya cakap... Boss ni pun pusing-pusing meja sambil tangan masuk dalam poket seluar... 10 minit kemudian acara mengarang ayat pun habis... si seketeri pun mula bersuara... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Seketeri :&lt;/span&gt; Boss... pagi tadi kan ... masa saya nak datang ke Ofis... saya nampak pintu garage boss terbuka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : (Dalam keadaan kelam kabut) ye ke... tak apa, nanti saya call rumah...terima kasih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si seketeri pun blah balik ke meja dia... dan si Boss pun call rumah dia tanya wife dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Yang... tolong tengokkan garage rumah kita... pintu dia terbuka la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bini : Tak la bang... baru tadi saya tengok... mana ada terbuka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Iye... terbuka... cuba pergi tengok semula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bini : Tidakkkkk, tertutup... saya tahu la bang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Pergi la tengok... kalau tak terbuka macam mana orang boleh nampak?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bini : Okay la... okay la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Setelah setengah jam kemudian... masa Boss ni tengah relek-relek... baru dia perasan yang zip seluar dia terbuka... (dah memang perangai dia tak suka pakai underware... ) maka nampaklah... mengelabahlah si Boss ni memikirkan mana macam nak cover malu kat seketeri dia tu...dan petang yang sama juga... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Errr... tadi pagi masa you nampak garage I terbuka... ada tak you nampak BMW kat dalam tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seketeri : Tak... yang I nampak cuma ada Mini Cooper, dengan dua tayar depannya pancit woakakaakakakaakakakkak.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334429926580628082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgezwVUNKnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/glAu09k90B4/s400/800px-Morris_Mini-Minor_1959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psssttt... Jangan berlagak... dan pastikan sentiasa berunderware..... Hehehehehe... Dok terbayang kereta mini hijau Mr. Bean.....&lt;/em&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/595992388264606594-8348718269052050981?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8348718269052050981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=8348718269052050981' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8348718269052050981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8348718269052050981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/al-kisah-boss-hehehehehe.html' title='Al-Kisah Boss..... Hehehehehe'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgezwVUNKnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/glAu09k90B4/s72-c/800px-Morris_Mini-Minor_1959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-3192199321130706585</id><published>2009-05-08T12:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:17:24.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>A Song For Mama... Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entri kedua kali ni aku taruh lagu favourite aku tajuk &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A Song For Mama"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dari kumpulan Boyz II Men semperna &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mother's Day 10hb Mei 2009&lt;/span&gt;.... Setiap kali Hari Ibu jer aku akan dengar lagu ni pastu melalak sepuas hati... Yelah mana taknya dulu waktu arwah mama aku hidup aku selalu hantar kad untuk dia walaupun aku stay jauh time tu... Now, Bila mama dah tak ada aku sunyi la... Nak bagi kad dekat mak tiri aku pun kena pikir dua tiga kali... Kekadang tak berbaloi sebab dia tak macam perangai seorang ibu pun (kecuali dengan anak dia jelah).... Walaupun aku ni anak yatim dan tak ada mak untuk aku ucapkan Happy Mother's Day.... Namun aku mengambil kesempatan ni untuk mengucapkan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt; untuk semua &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ibu, mama, mak, ummi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dan &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; kepada semua blogger dalam blogspot ni.... Tolong sampaikan ucapan aku kat mak korang semua ok... Aku nak menumpang kasih ni... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Buat Mama &lt;a href="http://galuhcendrakirana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Galuh&lt;/a&gt;, special ucapan untuknya.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Buat Puan Azizah aka Mama Galuh, Selamat Hari Ibu.... Semoga Mama Happy Selalu dan diberkati oleh Allah S.W.T sepanjang masa... Dari anak kawan mu... Walinong" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedih siot... Teringat aku kat arwah mama aku.... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Buat Arwah Puan Noor A'ini Ismail, Ku hadiahkan buatmu surah Al-Fatihah.. Semoga mama tenang di sana".....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama, You'll always be in my heart....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332197161228464450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sf_FESNecUI/AAAAAAAAAII/w1reWFtkp5A/s400/mothers-day-cards1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Song For Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You taught me everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everything youve given me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always keep it inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youre the driving force in my life, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There isnt anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or anyone I can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it just wouldnt feel right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I didnt have you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were there for me to love and care for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When skies were grey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever I was down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were always there to comfort me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And no one else can be what you have been to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youll always be you always will be the girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my life for all times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mama, mama you know I love you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh you know I love you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mama, mama youre the queen of my heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Your love is like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tears from the stars (yes it is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mama, I just want you to know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lovin you is like food to my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yes it is, yes it is (ooh), yes it is, yes it is, yes it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youre always down for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have always been around for me even when I was bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You showed me right from my wrong (Yes you did)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you took up for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When everyone was downin me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You always did understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You gave me strength to go on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was so many times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking back when I was so afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then you come to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And say to me I can face anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And no one else can do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you have done for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youll always be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will always be the girl in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mama, mama you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I love you you know i love you (2x) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ooh you know I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mama, mama you're the queen of my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Your love is like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tears from the stars (yes it is) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mama, I just want you to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mama i just want you to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lovin' you is like food to my soul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna go a day without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fills me up just thinking of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll never go a day without my mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mama you know I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ooh you know I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mama, mama you're the queen of my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Your love is like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tears from the stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mama, I just want you to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lovin' you is like food to my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lovin' you is like food to my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ooh, yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You are the food to my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yes you are, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psstttt... Credit to Boyz II Men for this great song.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-3192199321130706585?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3192199321130706585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=3192199321130706585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/3192199321130706585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/3192199321130706585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/song-for-mama-happy-mothers-day.html' title='A Song For Mama... Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sf_FESNecUI/AAAAAAAAAII/w1reWFtkp5A/s72-c/mothers-day-cards1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-3022933644249565969</id><published>2009-05-08T08:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:55:02.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag... Tag.. Dari Cik Uji</title><content type='html'>Aku pun dah terkena tag dari Cik Uji... Tengah best dok layan blog dia tetiba terlihat something dekat bottom entri tag dia... So aku positif kan segala2 yang aku ada dan menjawab tag tersebut... Hehehehehe Cik Uji, ni ha apa yang ader kat dekstop Walinong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333249549259317346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgOCNVIdIGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uM5cyBj7b0Y/s400/walldesktop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psstttt.... Aku memang suka dengan &lt;em&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/em&gt;.... Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hari ni aku akan post dua entri... Yang lagi satu lambat2 sikit la yer... Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-3022933644249565969?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3022933644249565969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=3022933644249565969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/3022933644249565969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/3022933644249565969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/tag-tag-dari-cik-uji.html' title='Tag... Tag.. Dari Cik Uji'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgOCNVIdIGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uM5cyBj7b0Y/s72-c/walldesktop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-3132129687354037327</id><published>2009-05-07T13:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:15:42.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day... 3 days to go...</title><content type='html'>Entri sepanjang minggu ni pasal Mother's Day jer... So harap maklum la yer.... Aku rindu sangat kat arwah mama aku....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Loves are &lt;em&gt;FREE FOR LIFE&lt;/em&gt;....Sayangi dan ingati la ibu kita sentiasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332958357694404610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgJ5XwBTWAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/H7_cLdYYrd0/s320/belly+mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Orang kata aku lahir dari perut mak.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;(bukan org kata...memang betul)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila dahaga, yang susukan aku.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila lapar, yang suapkan aku.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila keseorangan, yang sentiasa di sampingku.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kata mak, perkataan pertama yang aku sebut.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila bangun tidur, aku cari.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila nangis, orang pertama yang datang .... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila nak bermanja, aku dekati.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila nak bergesel, aku duduk sebelah.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila sedih, yang boleh memujukku hanya.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila nakal, yang memarahi aku.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila merajuk, yang memujukku cuma.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila melakukan kesalahan, yang paling cepat marah.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila takut, yang tenangkan aku.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila nak peluk, yang aku suka peluk.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku selalu teringatkan .... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila sedih, aku mesti talipon.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila seronok, orang pertama aku nak beritahu..... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila bengang.. aku suka luah pada.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila takut, aku selalu panggil... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"mmaaakkkk! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila sakit, orang paling risau adalah.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila nak exam, orang paling sibuk juga....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila buat hal, yang marah aku dulu.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila ada masalah, yang paling risau.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang masih peluk dan cium aku sampai hari ni... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang selalu masak makanan kegemaranku.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kalau balik ke kampung, yang selalu bekalkan ulam &amp;amp; lauk pauk.....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang selalu simpan dan kemaskan barang-barang aku.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang selalu berleter kat aku... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang selalu puji aku.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang selalu nasihat aku.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila nak kahwin.. Orang pertama aku tunjuk dan rujuk..... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku ada pasangan hidup sendiri....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila seronok, aku cari....pasanganku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila sedih, aku cari.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila berjaya, aku ceritakan pada....pasanganku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila gagal, aku ceritakan pada.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila bahagia, aku peluk erat....pasanganku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila berduka, aku peluk erat.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;emakku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila nak bercuti, aku bawa....pasanganku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila sibuk, aku hantar anak ke rumah.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila sambut valentine.. Aku bagi hadiah pada pasanganku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila sambut hari ibu...aku cuma dapat ucapkan &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Selamat Hari Ibu”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selalu.. aku ingat pasanganku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selalu.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; ingat kat aku &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila-bila... aku akan talipon pasanganku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entah bila... aku nak talipon &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selalu...aku belikan hadiah untuk pasanganku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entah bila... aku nak belikan hadiah untuk &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;emak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Renungkan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Kalau kau sudah habis belajar dan berkerja... bolehkah kau kirim wang untuk mak? mak bukan nak banyak... lima puluh ringgit sebulan pun cukuplah". Berderai air mata jika kita mendengarnya........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tapi kalau mak sudah tiada......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;MAKKKKK...RINDU MAK.... RINDU SANGAT....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Berapa ramai yang sanggup &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;menyuapkan ibunya....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;berapa ramai yang sanggup &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mencuci muntah ibunya.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;berapa ramai yang sanggup &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mengantikan lampin ibunya.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;berapa ramai yang sanggup &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;membersihkan najis ibunya.......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;berapa ramai yang sanggup &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;membuang ulat dan membersihkan luka kudis ibunya....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;berapa ramai yang sanggup &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;berhenti kerja untuk menjaga ibunya.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dan akhir sekali berapa ramai yang &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sembahyang JENAZAH ibunya......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332961346509324562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgJ8FuOTwRI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OmIFoKbK5Ng/s320/mom+kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seorang anak mendapatkan ibunya yang sedang sibuk menyediakan makan malam di dapur lalu menghulurkan sekeping kertas yang bertulis sesuatu. Si ibu segera mengesatkan tangan di apron menyambut kertas yang dihulurkan oleh si anak lalu membacanya. Kos upah membantu ibu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1) Tolong pergi kedai : RM4.00&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2) Tolong jaga adik : RM4..00&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3) Tolong buang sampah : RM1.00&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4) Tolong kemas bilik : RM2.00&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5) Tolong siram bunga : RM3.00&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Tolong sapu sampah : RM3.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jumlah : RM17.00&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selesai membaca, si ibu tersenyum memandang si anak sambil sesuatu berlegar-legar si mindanya. Si ibu mencapai sebatang pen dan menulis sesuatu di belakang kertas yang sama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Kos mengandungkanmu selama 9 bulan - PERCUMA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Kos berjaga malam kerana menjagamu - PERCUMA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3) Kos air mata yang menitis keranamu - PERCUMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4) Kos kerunsingan kerana bimbangkanmu - PERCUMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Kos menyediakan makan minum, pakaian, dan keperluanmu -PERCUMA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jumlah Keseluruhan Nilai Kasihku - PERCUMA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Air mata si anak berlinang setelah membaca apa yang dituliskan oleh si ibu. Si anak menatap wajah ibu,memeluknya dan berkata, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Saya Sayangkan Ibu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; . Kemudian si anak mengambil pen dan menulis &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Telah Dibayar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pada mukasurat yang sama ditulisnya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pssssttt... Ada sapa yang nak kata semua di atas tak benar?? Kalu ader boleh komen atau bagi pendapat, silakan.... &lt;/em&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/595992388264606594-3132129687354037327?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3132129687354037327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=3132129687354037327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/3132129687354037327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/3132129687354037327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day... 3 days to go...'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgJ5XwBTWAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/H7_cLdYYrd0/s72-c/belly+mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-1246306598140004153</id><published>2009-05-06T14:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:34:09.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasihat Kehidupan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgEtwALouzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0WJHof1n22I/s1600-h/gmbr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332593736489155378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgEtwALouzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0WJHof1n22I/s400/gmbr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgEsIIBY50I/AAAAAAAAAIY/4oqiNsOZF_g/s1600-h/gmbr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. KETIKA MENCARI CALON &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Janganlah mencari isteri, tapi carilah ibu bagi anak-anak kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Janganlah mencari suami, tapi carilah ayah bagi anak-anak kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. KETIKA MELAMAR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anda bukan sedang meminta kepada orang tua/wali si gadis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;tetapi meminta kepada Allah melalui orang tua/wali si gadis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. KETIKA AKAD NIKAH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anda berdua bukan menikah di hadapan penghulu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;tetapi menikah di hadapan Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. KETIKA RESEPSI PERNIKAHAN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Catat dan hitung semua tamu yang datang untuk mendoa'kan anda, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;kerana anda harus berfikir untuk mengundang mereka semua dan meminta maaf apabila anda berfikir untuk BERCERAI kerana menyia-nyiakan do'a mereka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. KETIKA MALAM PERTAMA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bersyukur dan bersabarlah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anda adalah sepasang anak manusia dan bukan sepasang malaikat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. SELAMA MENEMPUH HIDUP BERKELUARGA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sedarilah bahawa jalan yang akan dilalui tidak melalui jalan bertabur bunga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;tapi juga semak belukar yang penuh onak dan duri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. KETIKA BIDUK RUMAH TANGGA GOYANG &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Jangan saling berlepas tangan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;tapi sebaliknya justeru semakin erat berpegang tangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. KETIKA BELUM MEMILIKI ANAK &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cintailah isteri atau suami anda 100%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. KETIKA TELAH MEMILIKI ANAK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Jangan bagi cinta anda kepada (suami) isteri dan anak anda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;tetapi cintailah isteri atau suami anda 100% dan cintai anak-anak anda masing-masing 100%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10.KETIKA EKONOMI KELUARGA MERUDUM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yakinlah bahawa pintu rezeki akan terbuka lebar berbanding lurus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dengan tingkat ketaatan suami dan isteri. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11.KETIKA EKONOMI BERKEMBANG &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jangan lupa akan jasa pasangan hidup yang setia mendampingi kita semasa menderita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12.KETIKA ANDA ADALAH SUAMI &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boleh bermanja-manja kepada isteri tetapi jangan lupa untuk bangkit secara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;bertanggung jawab apabila isteri memerlukan pertolongan Anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13.KETIKA ANDA ADALAH ISTERI &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tetaplah berjalan dengan gemalai dan lemah lembut, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;tetapi selalu berhasil menyelesaikan semua pekerjaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14.KETIKA MENDIDIK ANAK &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Jangan pernah berpikir bahawa orang tua yang baik adalah orang tua yang tidak pernah marah kepada anak,kerana orang tua yang baik adalah orang tua yang jujur kepada anak ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15.KETIKA ANAK BERMASALAH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yakinilah bahawa tidak ada seorang anakpun yang tidak mahu bekerjasama dengan orang tua, yang ada adalah anak yang merasa tidak didengar oleh orang tuanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16.KETIKA ADA PIL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Jangan diminum, cukuplah suami, isteri sebagai ubat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17.KETIKA INGIN AMAN DAN HARMONIS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Gunakanlah formula &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; Ketaqwaan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; Kasih sayang &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; Kesetiaan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Komunikasi dialogis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; Keterbukaan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; Kejujuran &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;Kesabaran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psstttt... Panduan untuk semua ni bagi yang sudah berkahwin ataupun yang akan berkahwin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-1246306598140004153?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1246306598140004153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=1246306598140004153' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/1246306598140004153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/1246306598140004153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/nasihat-kehidupan.html' title='Nasihat Kehidupan'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SgEtwALouzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0WJHof1n22I/s72-c/gmbr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-6842646292988536999</id><published>2009-05-05T13:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:27:54.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita sedih semperna Mother's Day.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sf_bfwSQiZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uQDC035Adjc/s1600-h/mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332221822413867410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sf_bfwSQiZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uQDC035Adjc/s320/mother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah lama aku dapat email ni, tapi aku hanya simpan je dalam folder tanpa membacanya... Tetiba terdetik hati aku untuk membaca dan aku rasa cerita ni patut dikongsikan bersama kawan-kawan dalam blogspot... So aku taruh dalam blog aku, harap cerita panjang ni tak menjemukan pembaca-pembaca semua...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Semoga ianya dapat memberi teladan dan pengajaran...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kepada yang masih punya ibubapa/ ibubapa mertua.. Gunakanlah peluang kedua sebaik-baiknya. Semuga hidup kita diberkati. Amin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;''Ampunkan dosa saya kerana abaikan ibu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;KASIH ibu membawa ke syurga, kasih bapa sepanjang masa. Jika patah tidak akan tumbuh lagi, jika hilang tiada berganti, dia satu-satunya di bumi ini, tiada dua atau tiga. Demikian besarnya martabat seorang ibu. Amatlah berdosa jika kita sebagai anak mengabaikan mereka, seperti mana kemelut yang dilalui oleh Adi (bukan nama sebenar) yang berasal dari utara tanah air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kata Adi, dia terpanggil menulis untuk berkongsi pengalamannya setelah membaca kisah yang disiarkan dalam ruangan ini pada 17 Ogos lalu mengenai kehidupan seorang ibu yang terbiar.&lt;br /&gt;Kehadiran surat Adi berkongsi rasa dengan pembaca amat saya sanjung tinggi. Kisah Adi akan menjadi teladan buat diri saya serta pembaca agar menghargai ibu juga bapa kerana mereka satu-satunya harta paling berharga yang tiada tandingannya di dunia ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Begini kisah Adi: "Ibu saya berumur lingkungan 70-an dan saya pula 40-an. Saya anak sulung dalam adik-beradik seramai lima orang. Telah berkahwin selama 22 tahun dan mempunyai empat orang anak, dua lelaki dan dua perempuan. "Saya juga mempunyai kerjaya yang stabil dan telah dua kali mendapat anugerah khidmat cemerlang. Memang saya sangat komited terhadap tugas, malangnya saya kurang komited terhadap ibu saya sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Bapa saya telah meninggal dunia 17 tahun yang lepas dan sejak itu ibu tinggal seorang diri di rumah pusaka arwah bapa di kampung. "Pada masa itu saya bertugas jauh dari kampung. Atas rasa tanggungjawab ke atas ibu, saya telah berusaha untuk bertukar ke daerah yang hampir dengan rumah ibu untuk menjaganya. "Isteri saya juga bekerja. Tapi dia dilahir dan dibesarkan di bandar, manakala saya merupakan anak kampung sejati. "Seperti biasa bila orang bandar kahwin dengan orang kampung tentu mengambil masa untuk serasi terutama bab kehidupan di kampung. Isteri kekok dengan persekitaran kampung yang serba-serbi kekurangan. "Bagaimanapun, saya telah berjaya memujuk isteri untuk mengikut saya tinggal di kampung dengan janji saya akan membina rumah baru yang serba moden dan lengkap berdekatan rumah ibu saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Alhamdulillah, hajat kami bertukar ke kampung dimakbulkan Tuhan selepas dua tahun bapa saya kembali menghadap Ilahi. Seperti yang saya janji, sebuah rumah baru dibina di atas tanah peninggalan arwah bapa yang jaraknya hanya 200 meter sahaja dari rumah ibu. "Disebabkan kesibukan bekerja serta mengurus persekolahan anak-anak, saya tidak ada masa untuk menjenguk ibu. Hajat saya menjaganya seperti rancangan asal berpindah ke kampung tidak sempat saya laksanakan. Ibu tetap keseorangan. "Kalau pergi pun, seorang diri, isteri dan anak-anak kurang gemar ke sana alasannya, rumah nenek kotor dan berbau. Maklumlah rumah kampung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Bayangkan setelah 10 tahun menetap di kampung, isteri hanya menjenguk ibu saya sebanyak lima kali, itupun sekadar berdiri di muka pintu bertanya khabar. "Nak masuk rumah dan minum, maaf lah! Alasannya tangan ibu saya tidak bersih, cawan masih melekat sabun, pinggan berbau hanyir dan macam-macam lagi. Apa lagi nak harapkan isteri tolong mengemas rumah ibu, jauh panggang dari api. Sebenarnya saya pun sama, merasa jijik dengan ibu sendiri, memang&lt;br /&gt;jika saya ke rumah ibu saya akan mengelak daripada minum dengan alasan sudah minum. Saya terikut-ikut perangai isteri saya yang jijik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Namun Tuhan Maha Berkuasa, dua tahun lepas saya telah diserang sakit jantung akibat perangai anak-anak. Yang lelaki terlibat dengan pergaduhan di sekolah, yang perempuan pula sangat lembap dalam pelajaran. Anak-anak yang dua lagi biasa-biasa sahaja tapi tetap ada masalah. Pendek kata tidak ada yang boleh dibanggakan sedangkan saya telah banyak menghabiskan wang ringgit dan masa menghantar mereka tuisyen sejak mereka di tahun tiga lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Kebanyakan masa saya telah dihabiskan di atas jalan raya dengan menghantar anak-anak mengaji al-Quran, tuisyen, masuk kelab-kelab di sekolah sehingga saya tidak ada masa untuk ibu sendiri. "Sepanjang masa saya terlantar di hospital saya telah bermimpikan arwah bapa yang datang dengan muka yang sangat sedih tanpa sepatah kata. Arwah bapa seolah-olah ingin memberitahu sesuatu. Selama tujuh malam berturut-turut saya mengalami mimpi yang sama. Saya mula resah dan menjadi takut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Tertanya-tanya juga saya, apa yang ingin bapa sampaikan kepada saya? Serta merta saya teringat kepada ibu yang saya abaikan. Saya menangis semahu-mahunya. Mungkin ini petunjuk terhadap kealpaan saya menunaikan tanggungjawab sebagai anak."Berhari-hari saya termenung dan berfikir. Mungkin inilah petunjuk Allah kepada saya. Lalu teringat juga saya akan anak-anak yang memberi masalah kepada saya dan isteri. Adakah ini balasan Allah kepada saya kerana tidak menjaga ibu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Selepas keluar dari hospital saya nekad untuk berubah dan memohon ampun daripada ibu. Saya benar-benar insaf dan menyesal. Saya bertaubat. "Lalu saya bercakap dari hati ke hati dengan isteri dan anak-anak. Saya jelaskan satu persatu akan masalah yang menimpa kami. Saya meminta isteri dan anak-anak memberi kerjasama untuk membaiki keadaan hidup kami. Saya katakan kepada mereka ujian yang kami hadapi disebabkan sikap mereka yang mengabai dan menghina ibu saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Syukur mereka menerimanya dengan baik. Kami menangis bersama-sama pada malam itu dalam suasana yang cukup syahdu. Ketika berpelukan saya, isteri dan anak-anak berjanji akan berubah dan mengutamakan ibu saya dalam segala hal. "Bermula saat itu saya bertekad memasukkan agenda menjenguk ibu dalam rutin harian saya. Kami memujuk ibu tinggal bersama. Isteri turut menyokong tindakan saya. Cara ini memudahkan ibu dijaga dengan baik terutama kesihatannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Ibu akhirnya bersetuju. Tapi biasalah orang tua, bosan ditinggalkan seorang diri pada siang hari setelah kami semua keluar rumah."Mujur ada rumah ibu saudara yang boleh saya tumpangkan ibu. Kebetulan rumahnya dekat dengan surau yang aktif mengadakan ceramah agama serta kelas mengaji untuk orang-orang tua. Balik kerja sebelah petang, saya ambil ibu untuk dibawa pulang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Ketika ini barulah saya teringat, apa yang saya buat sama seperti saya menghantar anak ke nurseri pada siang hari dan mengambilnya selepas waktu kerja pada masa lalu.. "Lalu teringat saya, kalau saya boleh buat untuk anak, mengapa tidak boleh buat yang sama terhadap ibu. Mengingatkan ini hati saya menjadi sebak dan sayu apabila teringatkan apa yang telah saya buat kepada ibu sebelum ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Saya bersyukur kerana cepat sedar dan diberi peluang kedua untuk menebus kesilapan besar yang telah saya lakukan dalam hidup ini. "Saya benar-benar malu pada ibu dan diri sendiri. Saya harap ibu ampunkan dosa saya. Semoga Allah menerima taubat saya dan membuka pintu hati saya untuk terus berbakti kepada ibu selagi hayatnya dikandung badan. Kini saya bersyukur kerana diberi peluang kedua untuk memenuhi tanggungjawab sebagai anak terhadap ibu.. Alhamdulillah...'' begitu Adi menutup kisahnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kisah Adi besar iktibarnya kepada kita sebagai anak yang masih punya ibubapa. Hargailah mereka. Semoga anak-anak lain yang sedang atau telah mengabaikan ibu bapa mereka cepat insaf dan bertaubat. Ingatlah, syurga itu di telapak kaki ibu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pssstttt.... Sama-sama kita menjalankan tanggungjawab sebagai seorang anak yang soleh dan solehah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-6842646292988536999?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6842646292988536999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=6842646292988536999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/6842646292988536999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/6842646292988536999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/cerita-sedih-semperna-mothers-day.html' title='Cerita sedih semperna Mother&apos;s Day.....'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sf_bfwSQiZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uQDC035Adjc/s72-c/mother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-7834305561319829531</id><published>2009-05-04T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:55:21.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Diganggu ROH (seram neh) ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kisah berlaku hasil cerita seorang kawan yg pernah digangu roh abgnya selepas 3 hari mati. Dia kata abgnya mati sebab kena buatan org. Aku pun tertimbul idea cakap yg aku rasanya tahu mesti roh abg dia tak aman maka dia pun bercerita... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual kekadang org cina nih suka masuk kubur dgn harta diaorg. So, abg dia dgn handset, laptop, PS2 suma sekali ikut masuk. Dgn harapan abg dia dpt la mati aman sikit. So, lepas sehari... kemurungan dalam keluarga tuh masih ada. Jadi dgn cara sembahyang je diaorg lupakan kisah tuh. Sampai la ke hari kedua... mereka seolah dihantui roh si mati. Kawan aku cakap dia rasa setiap kali mcm ada sesuatu je yg panggil dia. Tapi dia buat dek pasal takut. Sampai la mlm kedua tuh...dia dgr ada org ketuk tingkap dia. Dia takut sangat, terus sambung tidur sambil menekup muka dgn bantal dan anggap semua tuh mimpi karut jer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sampai ke hari ketiga...satu keluarga mmg rasa seolah olah diperhatikanke mana sahaja mereka berjalan dlm rumah. Dlm hari tu la kedengaran bunyi org selongkar almari...tapak kaki naik turun tangga...suara memanggil dari tingkat atas. Tapi semua buat dek jer..doakan benda tu berlalu pergi.Sampai le tetiba handset si kawan aku berbunyi...dia angkat terus dan tetiba &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alo..adik yer?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dia terkejut... dia tgk nombor tuh... mmg sah nombor abg dia. Maka dia pun jawab balik &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Abg ke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dan serta merta air mata mengalir sebab dia rindu sangat dgn abg dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Abg dia pun reply balik &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Adik...abg tak boleh lama nih. Abg cuba panggil adik tiap malam..tapi adik tak dgr"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Kawan aku menangis je dgr keluhan abg dia&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."Adik, abg nak adik tanya dekat mak"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; kata abgnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Apa dia bang?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kata kawanku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tanya mak...mana dia simpan charger hp abg? letih carik tak jumpa plak....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pssttt... Sapa-sapa tolong pinjam kan charger kat si hantu ni... kecian kat dia.... Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-7834305561319829531?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7834305561319829531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=7834305561319829531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/7834305561319829531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/7834305561319829531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/kisah-diganggu-roh-seram-neh.html' title='Kisah Diganggu ROH (seram neh) ....'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-1313533702192423637</id><published>2009-04-30T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:52:40.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sharing of Marriage...funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sfktv1EyD_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/nLF0dR-Vsk8/s1600-h/old+couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330341933693931506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sfktv1EyD_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/nLF0dR-Vsk8/s400/old+couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The old man placed order for one hamburger, French fries and a drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He unwrapped the plain hamburger and carefully cut it in half, placing one half in front of his wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He then carefully counted out the French fries, dividing them into two piles and neatly placed one pile in front of his wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He took a sip of the drink, his wife took a sip and then set the cup down between them . As he began to eat his few bites of hamburger, the people around them were looking over and whispering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously they were thinking, 'That poor old couple - all they can afford is one meal for the two of them.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the man began to eat his fries a young man came to the table and politely offered to buy another meal for the old couple. The old man said, they were just fine - they were used to sharing everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People closer to the table noticed the little old lady hadn't eaten a bite. She sat there watching her husband eat and occasionally taking turns sipping the drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, the young man came over and begged them to let him buy another meal for them. This time the old woman said 'No, thank you, we are used to sharing everything.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, as the old man finished and was wiping his face neatly with the napkin, the young man again came over to the little old lady who had yet to eat a single bite of food and asked 'What is it you are waiting for?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She answered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'THE TEETH.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pssstttt..... Anybody want to lend this couple new teeth??? Hehehehehe what a loving old couple... Hopefully one day I'll be like this but still having my own teeth... Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-1313533702192423637?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1313533702192423637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=1313533702192423637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/1313533702192423637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/1313533702192423637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/sharing-of-marriagefunny.html' title='The Sharing of Marriage...funny'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sfktv1EyD_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/nLF0dR-Vsk8/s72-c/old+couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-1580166188963420738</id><published>2009-04-29T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:18:41.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAILS IN THE FENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SffxMDo165I/AAAAAAAAAHw/HdNLsx4p0I0/s1600-h/nail.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329993873453607826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SffxMDo165I/AAAAAAAAAHw/HdNLsx4p0I0/s400/nail.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, ' You Have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. But It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound will still be there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Remember that friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pssstttt..... Please forgive me if I have ever left a 'hole' in your fence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-1580166188963420738?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1580166188963420738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=1580166188963420738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/1580166188963420738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/1580166188963420738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/nails-in-fence.html' title='NAILS IN THE FENCE'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SffxMDo165I/AAAAAAAAAHw/HdNLsx4p0I0/s72-c/nail.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-8705324893859687305</id><published>2009-04-28T12:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:04:36.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta itu buta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SfaOF5J5tRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wzrGsEazJXg/s1600-h/blind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329603440932402450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SfaOF5J5tRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wzrGsEazJXg/s320/blind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seorang lelaki buta memasuki sebuah retoran. Amin, pemilik restoran berkenaan pergi ke arah lelaki buta itu dan menghulurkan menu. "Encik, saya kan orang buta, saya tak boleh membaca menu. Tolong bawakan sudu kotor yang telah digunakan oleh pengunjung restoran ini, dan saya akan menciumnya. Dari situ nanti saya akan tau masakan apa yang enak untuk dipesan," kata lelaki buta. Amin pun mengumpulkan beberapa puluh batang sudu yang belum dibasuh dan berikannya kepada lelaki tersebut. "saya nak ikan patin masak asam, daging goreng kicap dengan sayur keladi masak lemak cili padi," kata lelaki buta itu selepas mencium sudu-sudu berkenaan satu persatu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Terkejut Amin, memang ketiga-tiga masakan itu adalah menu kegemaran para pengunjung restorannya! Beberapa hari kemudian lelaki buta itu datang lagi dan meminta untuk mencium sudu-sudu yang sudah digunakan. Masalahnya ketika itu hanya tinggal sebatang sudu saja yang telah digunakan untuk makan menu lainnya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amin pun berikan sudu itu kepada lelaki buta tersebut. "Bau sudu yang ini sedap juga, seperti baru digunakan untuk makan kerabu sotong dengan sayur kailan dan ikan siakap tiga rasa..." kata lelaki buta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tepat sekali! Lelaki buta itu untuk ketiga kalinya datang semula ke restoran Amin beberapa hari kemudian. Bagaimanapun, dia datang pada waktu pagi sebelum ada seorang pun pengunjung yang datang. Ketika itu juga tidak ada sudu bekas diguna yang boleh diberikan untuk dihidu oleh lelaki buta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tiba-tiba Amin terfikir untuk mengenakan lelaki buta itu. Dia pun pergi ke dapur dan menghampiri isterinya yang menjadi tukang masak di restoran itu. Amin berikan sebatang sudu dan berkata, "Yati, garu sudu ni kat ketiak awak tu." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isterinya, Yati terkejut. "Apalah abang ni, mengarut aja!" kata Yati, tidak paham. "alah... ikut ajalahhhh, untuk kemajuan restoran kita ni," balas Amin, terus memaksa. Mahu tidak mahu, Yati menenyeh dan menggonyoh-gonyoh sudu tersebut di celah ketiaknya yang berpeluh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amin membawa sudu tersebut kepada lelaki buta yang sedang duduk menunggu. Lelaki buta itu pun mencium sudu berkenaan. Hidungnya kembang kempis. Mukanya berubah. Tiba-tiba lelaki buta itu menoleh ke arah Amin dan berkata...." Saya tak sangka makwe lama saya, Yati bekerja di sini. Boleh saya jumpa dia, encik?" Muahahahhahahah. ...!!! kan cinta itu buta... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pssttt... Jangan selalu membuli orang... terutama yang kurang upaya... Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-8705324893859687305?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8705324893859687305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=8705324893859687305' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8705324893859687305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8705324893859687305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/cinta-itu-buta.html' title='Cinta itu buta...'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SfaOF5J5tRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wzrGsEazJXg/s72-c/blind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-8928571881574151814</id><published>2009-04-27T12:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:04:11.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kena Ngetag lagi... MURTAUGH LIST...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Terima kasih banyak-banyak buat &lt;em&gt;BEST FRIEND&lt;/em&gt; aku si galuh sebab sudi mengetag aku berulang-ulang kali... Walaupun dah banyak kali aku mengelak dengan melakukan pelbagai strategi menangkis... Akhirnya aku tertewas dan aku mengalah... Galuh, Syabas betteyyyy.. Ko memang kaki ngetag... So ni result untuk murtaugh list aku...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku menetapkan Murtaugh list aku ini berkuat kuasa sewaktu umurku 35 tahun.... Hehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1. Aku dah terlalu tua untuk menjadi model sambilan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(Model gigi... Berangan terlebih...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329227522752633906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SfU4Mkzn3DI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8Ur5VM4eakE/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2. Aku dah terlalu tua untuk menonton cerita kartun &lt;em&gt;"Spongebob Square Pants".... (Tak nak mengaku dah tua la ni...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329229492946098802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SfU5_QWWWnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fNZf48p7vwg/s320/spongebob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3. Aku dah terlalu tua untuk membela segala jenis binatang... &lt;em&gt;(Asyik mati jer.. Tension tau..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329231209906041554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SfU7jMhf8tI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s3wDDBdS97o/s320/P160309_18.50_%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4. Aku dah terlalu tua untuk menyanyi dalam toilet.... &lt;em&gt;(Gambar tak leh nak tunjuk Censored...XXX...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;5. Aku dah terlalu tua untuk menunggang kuda mainan kat shopping complex atau kat mana2 jer... &lt;em&gt;(Ni gambar aku waktu kecik... Dah ader impian sejak kecik ni...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329232803127491266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SfU8_7vF-sI/AAAAAAAAAHY/f4LDgAEX3LM/s320/me+riding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Setakat ni jelah yang boleh aku taruh... Nak taruh banyak2 kang pening plak tengok... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pssstttt..... buat yang lain... yang mana ader bertandang ke blog ini.. tolong buat tag ni ok... &lt;/em&gt;&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/595992388264606594-8928571881574151814?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8928571881574151814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=8928571881574151814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8928571881574151814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8928571881574151814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/kena-ngetag-lagi-murtaugh-list.html' title='Kena Ngetag lagi... MURTAUGH LIST...'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SfU4Mkzn3DI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8Ur5VM4eakE/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-4653427939828090742</id><published>2009-04-24T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:14:30.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bringing Synergy Online" Story that Coach: My date with another Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SfFy3jj6rlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Xk0-v1UbCw8/s1600-h/mother+and+son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328166132920266322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SfFy3jj6rlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Xk0-v1UbCw8/s320/mother+and+son.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is another beautiful story that touched my heart, trust you will enjoy reading it and then practice it .. toooo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night callor a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you," I responded. "Just the two of us."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, "she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting". We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down,I had to read the menu. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation -nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A few days later, my mother died of a massive heartattack. It happened so suddenly that I did to not get to do anything for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, Ipaid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE YOU!" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Please do not take people you LOVE for Granted" .. it is said that people we love the most .. we hurt the most. Lets change this. NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Here's wishing your today is better than yesterday and tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psstttt... I was crying while reading this story.. Mama, I miss you so much and I love you too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-4653427939828090742?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4653427939828090742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=4653427939828090742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/4653427939828090742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/4653427939828090742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/bringing-synergy-online-story-that.html' title='&quot;Bringing Synergy Online&quot; Story that Coach: My date with another Women'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SfFy3jj6rlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Xk0-v1UbCw8/s72-c/mother+and+son.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-4295783188372292495</id><published>2009-04-23T13:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:16:07.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Ghost Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SfAHCp76UFI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tSwYvoyV4uM/s1600-h/key_art_casper_the_friendly_ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327766101377568850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SfAHCp76UFI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tSwYvoyV4uM/s320/key_art_casper_the_friendly_ghost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ghost Story 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was young, I lived in a deserted kampong deep in the jungle. Every night, my mother would ask me not to go home too late as there won't be any transportation after a certain time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One night, before going home, I ta pao a kueh teow soup for supper. I was late and I waited for the taxi/bus but there was none. I was getting worried as the night was getting darker and darker. So I tried to flag down private vehicles to take me home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was no one stopping for me, till one motorcyclist took compensation on me and stopped to give me a lift. He was a man with a kind face. I accepted his offer and got onto his motorbike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the way home, we would pass by a temple. At night, the temple would look eerily spooky with the dim lights from the candles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At first, the motorcyclist was warm and friendly. When the temple was approaching, the motorcyclist eyes grown bigger and bigger. His kind face turned to a face of anger. He was muttering something loud but was not audible to me. I was so scaredthat I closed my eyes in order not to see his angry face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, the motorcylist stopped in front of the temple and then yelled at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Your kueh teow soup is so hot!! It is burning my thigh! Can you please move it away???"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ghost Story 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was a kid, I have two friends who were very close to each other. They played with each other everyday. It was like, if you see A, you would see B next to him. They were always together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A loved fried eggs. Whenever he went out for lunch or dinner, without fail, he would ask for fried egg on top of his noodles, fried rice, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day, A involved in an accident and died. B was devastated. B went to the cemetery to pray everyday.He would go to the nearest restaurant and ta pao a box of fried rice with an egg on top to be offered to A when he went to pray to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next day, he opened the box and there was no egg inside!B was petrified. He thought, must be A who came and took the fried egg away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The same thing happened the next day and the day after that. B was confused. So, one day, he asked the chef to make the same fried rice with a fried egg again. Then, he went to the cemetery to offer it to A. Curious, he opened the box tocheck for the egg. He was angry to find that, there was no fried egg in the box after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Feeling that he had been cheated, he went back to the restaurant and demanded to see the Chef. "Where is the fried egg?? I told you there must be a fried egg inside!! You havecheated me for a few days now! Gimme back my money!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, the Chef got really angry and opened the box - the fried egg was inside the box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Chef said, "Stupid! You open the box upside down. No wonder you cannot see the egg!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ghost Story 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Few year back, I went to town to work with a group of friends during our summer holidays of two months. Being young and away from home for the first time, we drank andsmoke like nobody's business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One night, we were pissed drunk and flagged the last bus down to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being tired, we slept in the bus. It had been awhile that I fell asleep. I was awake by thechilly wind. I was shocked to find that there was no one in the bus, and I was the last passenger. I looked in front to check out for the driver. But the driver was no where in sight. Yet, the bus was moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I panicked shitless. I rubbed my eyes to make sure that I was not dreaming. The night was dark and cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hysterically jumped out from the bus and tried to run as hard as I could to get away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I heard someone yelled at me from behind the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Hey! Don't run away! Come over here and help to push the bus!" yelled the bus driver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw my other friends helping to push the bus, which broke down while I was asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psssttt... Seram tak???? Hehehehe Jangan marah ha.. Memang suspen kan???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-4295783188372292495?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4295783188372292495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=4295783188372292495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/4295783188372292495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/4295783188372292495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/ghost-story.html' title='Ghost Story'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SfAHCp76UFI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tSwYvoyV4uM/s72-c/key_art_casper_the_friendly_ghost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-8077176848044259505</id><published>2009-04-22T13:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:44:07.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Se6tfc2dAyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/POSStm8zMuc/s1600-h/800px-Katy_perry_live_berlin_postbahnhof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327386165058011938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Se6tfc2dAyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/POSStm8zMuc/s320/800px-Katy_perry_live_berlin_postbahnhof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comparisons are easily done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once you've had a taste of perfection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like an apple hanging from a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pick the ripest one I still got the seed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where do I go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess second best is all I will know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you, thinking of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you would do if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one who was spending the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I wish that I was looking into your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're like an Indian summer in the middle of winter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a hard candy with a surprise center&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do I get better once I've had the best?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said there's tons of fish in the waters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the waters I will test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He kissed my lips I taste your mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you, thinking of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you would do if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one who was spending the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I wish that I was looking into your...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best, and yes, I do regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I could let myself let you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now, now the lesson's learned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I touched and I was burned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I think you should know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you, thinking of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you would do if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one who was spending the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I wish that I was looking into your eyes, looking into your eyes, looking into your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't you walk through and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bust down the door and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Credit to one of my fav. singer... Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-8077176848044259505?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8077176848044259505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=8077176848044259505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8077176848044259505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8077176848044259505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of you....'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Se6tfc2dAyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/POSStm8zMuc/s72-c/800px-Katy_perry_live_berlin_postbahnhof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-6629691653052496065</id><published>2009-04-21T11:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:40:21.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I'll always love you... Jiwang Karat.. Huhuhuhu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Se1O-XF_JII/AAAAAAAAAFY/f99WaID84uQ/s1600-h/Cute+Couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327000767507145858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Se1O-XF_JII/AAAAAAAAAFY/f99WaID84uQ/s200/Cute+Couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Dalam entri aku kali ni agak jiwang karat sikit.. (Entah la tetiba nak jadi berkarat kejap).....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku tujukan khas buat Hubby yang tersayang &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Zainal Ariffin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiada apa dapat aku ungkapkan selain menyatakan bahawa terima kasih sayang kerana sudi menerima aku seadanya.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walaupun kekadang aku ni selalu 'Hot Temper' &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;tanya kat Galuh kalu nak tau aku garang camner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; , suka melawan dan degil tapi dia masih lagi setia bersama aku.... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(Maybe sebab aku ni memang betoi2 baik kut... Hehehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Semalam tengah dok kelebek handphone aku atas katil.. Aku terbaca sms lama2 dari hubby aku...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; (Dia hantar kalu dia keja shift malam jer.. bukan 24 jam sms ok.. hehehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Banyak sms hubby aku berbentuk nasihat yang mengajar aku untuk menjadi seorang kekasih yang setia, isteri misali dan ibu yang baik untuk bakal anak-anaknya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tergerak hati aku nak berkongsi perasaan aku ketika ini yang ala-ala rasa bersalah dan insaf sebab selalu bagi Hubby aku marah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So akan aku paparkan 2 sms dihantar oleh Hubby tersayang... Walaupun ianya &lt;em&gt;private&lt;/em&gt; tapi... ianya boleh dikongsi bersama-sama....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*****************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;19th Feb 2009 (11:15 pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dalam hidup ada 2 benda yang perlu kita buat... Kasih Sayang dan agama.. Yang pertama - kasih sayang.. Hidup dengan kasih sayang anje membawa kepada ketenangan jiwa abang... Yang kedua - agama... Sampai satu masa kita akan kembali kepada Allah S.W.T dengan cinta dan kasih sayang antara anje dan abang... kita akan bertemu lagi pada hari akhirat.. Insyaallah......"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*******************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;20th Feb 2009 (12:46 am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Cinta yang mendalam dan payah untuk ditafsir dan susah untuk dilihat oleh mata kasar hanya ungkapan yang abang mampu berikan.... I love you, Baby Girl..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tujuan aku tunjukkan sms dalam entri kali ni bukan untuk menunjuk-nunjuk tapi untuk tatapan aku sendiri.... Setiap kali aku baca sms ni aku akan menangis... Aku sedar aku ni degil sangat, suka tak nak dengar cakap orang.. hehehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Buat Hubby yang tersayang... Aku mencintai dan menyayangimu dengan sepenuh hati.... Aku berdoa agar jodoh kita akan berkekalan hingga ke akhirat... Sayang Abang....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326998764690361090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Se1NJyBQSwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wz7F6-H2JNc/s320/P250109_13.54_%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ni ler.. Upin dengan Ipin.... Hehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks jugak kat adik aku si Galuh sebab banyak bagi nasihat walaupun dia selalu kena marah dengan aku... Sayang Galuh....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pssttt.. Kalu ader kesempatan ler.. Entri yang lain (Akan datang), akan aku story camner aku tackle Hubby aku waktu sekolah dulu.... Saksi utama "SI &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://galuhcendrakirana.blogspot.com/"&gt;GALUH CENDRA KIRANA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" (Tukang passing surat).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-6629691653052496065?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6629691653052496065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=6629691653052496065' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/6629691653052496065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/6629691653052496065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-always-love-you-jiwang-karat.html' title='I&apos;ll always love you... Jiwang Karat.. Huhuhuhu'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Se1O-XF_JII/AAAAAAAAAFY/f99WaID84uQ/s72-c/Cute+Couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-9174515057171102244</id><published>2009-04-20T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:21:16.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salesman of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An Indian moves to Montreal and goes to a big department store looking for a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The manager asks, 'Do you have any sales experience?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian says, 'Yeah, I was a salesman back home'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the manager liked the young man, so he gave him the job. 'You start tomorrow. I'll come down after we close and see how you did, but let me give you a bit of advice. If a customer comes looking, say, for toothpaste, you might suggest for him a toothbrush, or shaving cream etc. You get the idea?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Of course,' the young man said. His first day on the job was rough but he got through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the store was locked up, the manager came down. 'How many sales did you make today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian says, 'One'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager groans, 'Just one? Our sales people average 20 or 30 sales/day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much was the sale for?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian says, '$101, 237.64.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager exclaims, 'What? $101,237.64? What did you sell him?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian replied, 'First I sold him a small fish hook. Then I sold him a medium fishhook. Then I sold him a larger fishhook. Then I sold him a new fishing rod. Then I asked him where he was going fishing, and he said down at the coast, so I told him he was going to need a boat, so we went down to the boat department, and I sold him that twin engine Chris Craft. Then he said he didn't think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to the automotive department and sold him that 4X4 Pajero.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager says 'You mean a guy came in here to buy a fish hook and you sold him a boat and truck?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian says, 'No, no, no, he came in here to buy a box of Kotex (sanitary pads) for his wife and I said, 'Well, since your weekend's already screwed up you might as well go fishing!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager fainted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pssstttt... Be like him... He's good... Hehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-9174515057171102244?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/9174515057171102244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=9174515057171102244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/9174515057171102244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/9174515057171102244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/salesman-of-year.html' title='Salesman of the year'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-2445802453965837995</id><published>2009-04-17T12:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:54:07.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KISAH BETUL BERLAKU DI AMPANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kisah betul ini berlaku kat Ampang... Kisah benar yang berlaku 2 tahun lepas (diceritakan oleh kawan baik kepada lelaki yang bernama Amir (nama samaran)... utk dijadikan teladan bagi kita yg masih hidup.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kawan aku ni seorang salesman kereta, bercinta dgn seorang anak jutawan di Area Bukit Antarabangsa. Malangnya, percintaan ini ditolak kerana kawan aku ini seorang salesman kereta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Satu malam, mereka bercadang utk melarikan diri. Selepas berjaya melarikan diri, bapak perempuan ini sedar akan kehilangan anak perempuan kesayangan dan telah membuat laporan&lt;br /&gt;polis dan juga telah membuat iklan di akhbar tempatan dgn mengatakan dia akan menerima teman lelakinya itu jika dia balik ke rumah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila mendengar berita ini, perempuan itu balik ke rumahnya di bukit antarabangsa dan keluarga pihak perempuan itu pun menerima lelaki ini dengan seadanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enam bulan kemudian, mereka bercadang utk berkahwin dan persiapan utk majis perkahwinan itu sedang disediakan. Nak dijadikkan cerita, Semasa Lelaki ini pergi membeli Kentaki kat Ampang Point, dia kena langgar kereta di hadapan perempuan tersebut dan keesokan harinya lelaki itu pun dikebumikan. Kejadian ini amatlah meyedihkan perempuan tersebut kerana tinggal beberapa hari sahaja lagi perempuan itu hendak berkahwin dgn lelaki kesayangannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pada satu malam, ibu perempuan ini mendapat mimpi, Seorang nenek tua meminta utk membersihkan percikan darah di baju pengantin perempuan itu, kalau tidak, sesuatu yang akan buruk akan berlaku. Tapi, ibu perempuan tersebut tidak mengendahkannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Malam berikutnya, Ayah perempuan tersebut pula menerima mimpi yang sama iaitu seorang nenek tua meminta utk membersihkan percikan darah di baju pengantin perempuan itu, kalau tidak, sesuatu yang akan buruk akan berlaku akan tetapi, ayah perempuan tersebut jugak tidak megendahkannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Malam ketiga, perempuan itu pula menerima mimpi yang sama seperti ayah dan ibunya dan diceritakan mimpi tersebut kepada kedua ibu dan ayahnya. Dalam ketakutan y ang amat sangat, diap un pergi membasuh baju itu dan macam mana kuat dia basuh pun, darah tetap ada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Malam keempat, dia mendapat mimpi yang serupa.. Seorang nenek tua menyuruh dia membasuh darah itu bersih-bersih dan jika tidak, malang akan menantinya.. Dia bangun, perempuan itu pun terus menyental baju tersebut sehingga kain tersebut menjadi haus, akan tetapi, darah itu tetap ada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Keesokan harinya, perempuan itu terkejut apabila pintu belakang rumahnya di ketuk bertalu-talu dan muncullah nenek tua tersebut dan perempuan itu pun pengsan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Setelah terbangun dari pengsan, lalu nenek tua itu pun menghulurkan benda yang berwarna biru...&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan itu bertanya kepada nenek tua itu "apa ini...?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ni lah Sabun Basuh Cap Dynamo, letakkan sedikit dan kotoran akan hilang... err..yg ni adalah pakej percubaan aja, kalau nak yang besar, beli kat kedai.... kat Giant pun ader!!!! ......ahaks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psssttt.... Seram tak??? Jangan Marah ha.... Yang mana lupa beli sabun basuh baju boleh la try pakej percubaan seperti yang disarankan oleh nenek tua tu... Hehehehe&lt;/em&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/595992388264606594-2445802453965837995?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2445802453965837995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=2445802453965837995' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/2445802453965837995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/2445802453965837995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/kisah-betul-berlaku-di-ampang.html' title='KISAH BETUL BERLAKU DI AMPANG'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-7811291146893393631</id><published>2009-04-16T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:42:32.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERANGKAP TIKUS</title><content type='html'>Sepasang suami dan isteri petani pulang kerumah setelah berbelanja. Ketika mereka membuka barang belanjaan, seekor tikus memperhatikan gelagat sambil menggumam "hmmm...makanan apa lagi yang dibawa mereka dari pasar??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata yang dibeli oleh petani hari adalah perangkap tikus. Sang tikus naik panic bukan kepalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia bergegas lari ke sarang dan bertempik, " Ada perangkap tikus di rumah.....di rumah sekarang ada perangkap tikus...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia pun mengadu kepada ayam dan berteriak, " Ada perangkat tikus !"&lt;br /&gt;Sang Ayam berkata, " Tuan Tikus! Aku turut bersedih tapi ia tak ada kena-mengena dengan aku."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang Tikus lalu pergi menemui seekor Kambing sambil berteriak seperti tadi.&lt;br /&gt;Sang Kambing pun jawab selamba, "Aku pun turut bersimpati....tapi tidak ada yang boleh aku buat. Lagi pun tak tak ada kena-mengena dengan aku. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tikus lalu menemui Sapi. Ia mendapat jawaban sama. "Maafkan aku. Tapi perangkap tikus tidak berbahaya buat aku sama sekali. Takkanlah sebesar aku ni boleh masuk perangkap tikus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan rasa kecewa ia pun berlari ke hutan menemui Ular. Sang ular berkata " Eleh engkau ni...Perangkap Tikus yang sekecil tak kan la nak membahayakan aku."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya Sang Tikus kembali kerumah dengan pasrah kerana mengetahui ia akan menghadapi bahaya seorang diri. Suatu malam, pemilik rumah terbangun mendengar suara berdetak perangkap tikusnya berbunyi menandakan umpan dah mengena. Ketika melihat perangkap tikusnya, ternyata seekor ular berbisa yang jadi mangsa. Buntut ular yang terperangkap membuat ular semakin ganas dan menyerang isteri pemilik rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun si Suami sempat membunuh ular berbisa tersebut, isterinya tidak sempat diselamatkan. Si suami pun membawa isterinya ke rumah sakit. Beberapa hari kemudian isterinya sudah boleh pulang namun tetap sahaja demam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isterinya lalu minta dibuatkan sup cakar ayam oleh suaminya kerana percaya sup cakar ayam boleh mengurangkan demam. Tanpa berfikir panjang si Suami pun dengan segera menyembelih ayamnya untuk dapat cakar buat sup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari kemudian sakitnya tidak kunjung reda. Seorang teman menyarankan untuk makan hati kambing. Ia lalu menyembelih kambingnya untuk mengambil hatinya.Masih juga isterinya tidak sembuh-sembuh dan akhirnya meninggal dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak sungguh orang datang melawat jenazahnya. Kerana rasa sayang suami pada isterinya, tak sampai hati pula dia melihat orang ramai tak dijamu apa-apa. Tanpa berfikir panjang dia pun menyembelih sapinya untuk memberi makan orang-orang yang berziarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari kejauhan... Sang Tikus menatap dengan penuh kesedihan. Beberapa hari kemudian ia melihat Perangkap Tikus tersebut sudah tidak digunakan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PENGAJARAN :- SUATU HARI....KETIKA ANDA MENDENGAR SESEORANG DALAM KESUSAHAN DAN MENGIRA ITU BUKAN URUSAN ANDA...PIKIRKANLAH SEKALI LAGI.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-7811291146893393631?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7811291146893393631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=7811291146893393631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/7811291146893393631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/7811291146893393631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/perangkap-tikus.html' title='PERANGKAP TIKUS'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-392323914527488577</id><published>2009-04-15T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:46:05.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huruf pertama nama anda?</title><content type='html'>Pemilihan huruf pertama pada nama juga adalah penting.&lt;br /&gt;Berikut sebagai Sedikit panduan. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Entah betul ke tak....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ramah Dan murah senyuman.Mereka juga pandai menyesuaikan diri dalam Pergaulan selain bijaksana Dan cerdas.Kelemahannya, sangat mudah Berasa hati, Dan mudah mengeluarkan kata-kata pedas ketika meluahkan Perasaan marah. Meskipun be! gitu marahnya mudah reda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selalu tenang dalam menghadapi masalah yang rumit Dan membahayakan Dirinya adalah ciri penampilannya. Mereka juga sangat setia Dan Penyabar, yang menjadikannya amat disenangi dalam pergaulan.Kelemahannya, sangat mudah tersinggung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ramah Dan pandai berbicara. Ini yang menjadikannya popular di kalangan Rakan-rakan. Mereka tidak bersungguh dalam bertindak Dan selalu Menganggap masalah yang dihadapi adalah remeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pendiam, bercakap hanya bila perlu. Sopan, berdisiplin Dan kuat Bekerja.Kelebihannya itulah yang menghasilkan kejayaan dalam mencapai Cita-cita.Kelemahannya adalah selalu bimbang Dan sukar mempercayai Orang lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pandai Dan penuh pertimbangan dalam menjalankan tanggung jawab. Sikapnya periang bila hatinya senang, tetapi suka berdiam diri apabila Hatinya gundah Dan boleh membuatkan hati orang lain terluka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Punya pendirian yang teguh, tidak mudah goyah Dan keras kepala. Mereka Juga sukar memaafkan. Tidak setia Dan amat berhati-hati bila Berbelanja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kerap murung Dan bersedih hati. Pendiriannya mudah dipengaruhi. Tekun Belajar ketika rakannya bermalas-malasan Dan sebaliknya suka Bermalas-malasan ketika rakannya sedang tekun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mudah simpati, bahasanya lemah-lembut. Tidak pernah melukai perasaan Orang lain. Selalu tergesa-gesa dalam melakukan pekerjaan, suka Berkhayal Dan bercita-cita terlalu tinggi.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suka memendam perasaan Dan permasalahan. Mereka juga mudah merasa Curiga Dan cemburu terhadap orang lain. Suka menangis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ramah Dan murah senyuman. Mereka juga pandai menyesuaikan diri dalam Pergaulan. Mudah merasa ragu dalam membuat keputusan Dan tidak tegas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pandai berjenaka. Hari-harinya sentiasa ceria walaupun perasaannya Gundah. Kelemahannya suka bercerita rahsia sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ramah Dan pandai bergaul Dan mempunyai ramai kawan.Tidak suka Bergosip Dan mencampuri urusan orang lain. Amat berhati-hati bila Berbelanja. Kelemahannya, tidak menepati masa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pandai Dan kreatif, suka kelembutan Dan jika dikongkong, mereka akan Berontak. Senang dijadikan sahabat, kerana mereka tidak berkira. Kelemahannya, boros Dan keras kepala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Baik hati Dan rapi dalam berpakaian. Mereka suka menghulurkan tangan Menolong orang lain tanpa memikirkan balasan. Kelemahannya, mudah Bersedih hati Dan kurang percaya diri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Serba boleh.S uka memendam perasaan Dan permasalahan serta sukar Mempercayai orang lain. Akibatnya ramai yang menggapnya sombong Dan Suka memilih teman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pandai berjenaka Dan selalu ceria. Punya banyak idea Dan sangat Kretif. Sering melakukan sesuatu! yang belum dilakukan orang lain. Agak pendendam Dan boros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Setia Dan mudah memaafkan orang lain. Suka meluangkan waktunya untuk Kawan-kawan. Keras kepala, sukar diatur Dan mudah emosi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pendiam Dan bercakap hanya bila perlu. Tekun dengan kerja yang disukai Dan bersungguh-sungguh dalam mengejar cita-cita. Suka mengkritik. Dan Sukar mengawal bicara ketika marah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pandai Dan tekun dalam mengejar cita-cita. Tidak suka pada orang yang Suka memungkiri janji. Kelemahannya mudah tersinggung selain sukar Menahan emosi. Jika sudah emosi marahnya meledak-ledak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sangat berdisiplin. Selalu mengerjakan sesuatu menurut aturan buku. Tidak suka mengelamun atau bermalas-malasan. Suka menonjolkan diri Selain senang gugup, terutama bila bersalah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suka berterus-terang Dan menyendiri. Naif baginya merugikan orang Lain. Tidak tahan dengan kritikan Dan kurang pandai menyusun kata-kata Jika berbicara didepan orang ramai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tutur katanya lembut Dan pemalu. Pandai meyesuiakan diri.Selain itu, Mereka juga pandai menguasai orang disekitarnya dengan cerita-cerita Yang memikat. Tidak suka berterus terang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ramah Dan mudah simpati. Sikapnya amat menawan.Punya toleransi yang Tinggi Dan ringan tangan. Keras kepala Dan sukar diatur, tetapi! Hatinya boleh dilembutkan dengan kesabaran Dan kelembutan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Budi pekertinya halus. Suka melakukan pekerjaan sosial. Mudah Tersinggung Dan tidak akan berbaik dengan mereka yang menyinggungnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pendiam Dan tidak suka menonjolkan diri. Ramai menganggapnya sombong Walaupun sebenarnya mereka adalah sahabat yang baik. Tidak berani Mengemukakan pendapat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pandai berjenaka Dan menyesuaikan diri dalam pergaulan. Suka disapa Terlebih dulu Dan gemar menonjolkan diri &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pssttt... Buat Cik Galuh, baca yang ada huruf 'H' yer.. hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-392323914527488577?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/392323914527488577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=392323914527488577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/392323914527488577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/392323914527488577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/huruf-pertama-nama-anda.html' title='Huruf pertama nama anda?'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-1429564935173640611</id><published>2009-04-14T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:58:45.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah sedihhhh sangatt....</title><content type='html'>Lapang benar dada Pak Uwei bila pegawai yang bertugas di kaunter pejabat Tabung Haji itu memberitahu nama dia dan isterinya turut tersenarai dalam senarai jemaah yang akan menunaikan fardhu haji pada tahun ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi pak cik kena bayar segera bahagian makcik yang masih tak cukup tiga ribu lagi tu. Selewat-lewatnya minggu depan bayaran mesti dibuat,"beritahu pegawai itu lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Insya Allah encik. Saya akan bayar seberapa segera," janji Pak Uwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berita gembira itu ingin segera dikongsi bersama isteri kesayangannya.  Sebaik keluar dari pejabat Tabung Haji dia terus balik kerumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pah... oo..Pah!" teriak Pak Uwei sebaik turun dari keretanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa bendanya terlolong-lolong ni bang?" tanya Mak Pah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ada berita baik ni Pah, nampaknya hajat kita nak ke Mekah tahun ini akan tertunai. InsyaAllah dua bulan lagi kita akan ke sana.Tak sabar betul saya, rasa macam Kaabah tu dah melambai-lambai, " cerita Pak Uweidengan wajah berseri-seri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Betul ke ni bang? Baru semalam si Johari beritahu dia dengan Minah tak dapat pergi. Namanya tidak ada dalam senarai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Betullah Pah oii... saya ni baru je balik dari pejabat Tabung Haji. Cuma duit bahagian awak tu, tiga ribu lagi kena bayar segera selewat-lewatnya minggu depan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mana kita nak cari duit banyak tu bang? Tiga ribu tu bukan sikit, itupun lepas duit tambang. Duit kocek mau juga sekurang-kurangnya dalam seribu." Mak Pah merenung gusar wajah suaminya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alah Pah, kita mintalah tolong dengan Muaz dan Balkis.Takkanlah mereka tak nak beri. Bukannya banyak, cuma dua ribu seorang saja."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wajah Pak Uwei semakin berseri-seri. Dia yakin anak- anaknya yang dua orang itu tidak akan menghampakan harapannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lusa hari minggu, saya nak suruh budak-budak tu balik boleh kita berunding," cadang Pak Uwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau tak cukup bahagian saya tu, awak ajelah yang pergi dulu. Tak elok kita menyusahkan anak-anak bang, lagipun apa pula kata menantu kita nanti nak ke Mekah minta duit anak-anak." Mak Pah tidak bersetuju dengan rancangan Pak Uwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pah... Muaz dan Balkis tu kan anak-anak kita. Kita dah besarkan mereka, hantar belajar tinggi-tinggi takkan nak hulur dua ribu pun tak boleh lagipun selama ni kita tak pernah minta duit mereka. Tak usahlah awakbimbang Pah, saya yakin anak-anak kita tu tak akan menghampakan kita kali ni." Yakin benar Pak Uwei, harapan yang menggunung digantungkan kepada anaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi bang?... " "Dahlah... pegi siapkan kerja awak tu, tak usah nak risau tak tentu hala. Saya nak telefon budak-budak tu," pintas Pak Uwei sebelum Mak Pah melahirkan kebimbangannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lega hati Pak Uwei bila Muaz menyatakan yang dia akan pulang kemudian Pak Uwei menelefon Balkis pula dipejabatnya. Dia hanya menyuruh mereka balik tanpa memberitahu hajatnya."Insya Allah Kis balik nanti abah. Emm... abah nak Kis suruh Intan balik sama?" tanya Balkis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ikut suka kaulah, bagi abah yang pentingnya kau dan Muaz. Intan tu ada ke tidak ke, sama aje. Balik ya?... ," balas Pak Uwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukannya dia membeza-bezakan anak-anak tapi hati tuanya cepat benar panas bila berhadapan dengan Intan. Sikap degil dan tak mahu mendengar kata anaknya itu menyebabkan dia tersangat geram. Sudahlah malas belajar tidak seperti Muaz dan Balkis yang berjaya memiliki ijazah. Kalau ditegur sepatah, sepuluh patah tidak menjawab tidak sah. Masih Pak Uwei ingat gara-gara sikap keras kepala Intan untuk bekerja kilang mereka bertengkar besar tiga tahun lalu. Kini hubungan mereka seperti orang asing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abah tak setuju kau nak kerja kilang kat KL tu. Abah mahu kau sambung belajar lagi." Pak Uwei tidak bersetuju dengan niat Intan yang hendak bekerja kilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intan dah tak minat nak belajar lagi abah, biarlah Intan kerja kilang. Kerja kilang pun bukannya haram." bantah Intan menaikkan darah Pak uwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku suruh kau belajar kau tak nak, kau nak kerja kilang. Kau tak tengok berapa ramai anak gadis yang rosak akhlak kerja kilang duk kat KL jauh dari mak bapak, bolehlah buat apa yang kau sukakan. Kau nak bebas macam tu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Itulah abah, selalu nampak yang buruk aje. Bukan semua yang kerja kilang duk kat KL tu jahat abah. Kerja apa dan kat mana pun sama aje, pokok pangkalnya, hati. Kalau nak buat jahat dalam rumah pun boleh, abah." Intan cuba membuat abahnya faham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapalah kau seorang ni lain benar dari abang dan kakak kau.Cuba kau tengok Balkis tu, tak pernah dia membantah cakap abah macam kau ni!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intan memang tak sama dengan Kak Balkis abah, Intan suka berterus terang, kalau tak kena Intan cakap depan-depan bukan membebel kat belakang," balas Intan selamba menyemarakkan lagi bara dalam dada abahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anak tak mendengar kata!!, ikut suka kaulah. Kalau kau nak pergi,pergi... aku dah tak larat nak larang. Nak terlentang ke?,telangkup ke?, gasak kaulah. Kau buat apa yang kau suka, aku tak nak ambil tahu lagi!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak kejadian itu, Pak Uwei memang tidak memperdulikan langsung apa yang Intan nak buat. Namun begitu Intan tetap pulang setiap kali cuti, dia bersikap selamba biarpun abahnya tidak memperdulikannya. Intan selalu menghulur duit tapi hanya kepada maknya sahaja. Riang hati Pak Uwei bukan kepalang bila anak-anaknya pulang, tambahan pula dia sudah rindu dengan cucu-cucunya. Malam itu selesai menikmati makan malam dan berjemaah sembahyang Isya`, mereka duduk berborak diruang tamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sebenarnya ayah suruh kau orang balik ni, ada hajat sikit,"Pak Uwei memulakan bicara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hajat apa pula abah?" tanya Muaz yang duduk di sebelahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abah dan mak kau nak ke Mekah, nama dah ada dalam senarai. Memandangkan bahagian mak kau masih belum cukup lagi abah nak minta Kau dan Balkis bantu sikit. Tak banyak, dua ribu seorang cukuplah," Pak Uwei mengutarakan hasratnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boleh tu boleh abah, tapi kena tunggu sebulan dua lagi. Az baru aje keluarkan wang simpanan buat duit muka beli rumah. Sebulan dua lagi bolehlah Az ikhtiarkan," ujar Muaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi... pegawai Tabung Haji tu minta bayaran dibuat segera selewat-lewatnya minggu depan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau dalam seminggu dua ni abah, memang rasanya tak dapat. Paling tidak pun cukup bulan ni. Nak cukupkan duit muka tu pun habis duit simpanan budak-budak ni Az keluarkan," jawab Muaz serba salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kau beli rumah lagi?., Rumah yang ada tu kau nak buat apa?"tanya PakUwei melindungi kekecewaannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rumah baru tu besar sikit, abah. Selesalah buat kami sebab budak-budak tu pun dah besar, masing-masing nak bilik sendiri. Lagipun beli rumah tak rugi abah, pelaburan masa depan juga," sampuk Mira isteri Muaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pak Uwei terdiam, harapannya kini cuma pada Balkis. "Kamu macam mana Kis, boleh tolong abah? Nanti abah bayarlah balik duit kamu tu bila ada rezeki durian berbuah kat dusun kita tu nanti," Pak Uwei berpaling pada Balkis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kis pun rasanya tak dapat nak tolong abah. Kis baru aje keluarkan duit simpanan buat menambah modal perniagaan abang Man. Tengah gawat ni faham ajelah... ni tak lama lagi nak bersalin nak pakai duit lagi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hancur berderai rasa hati Pak Uwei mendengar jawapan Balkis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man bukan tak nak tolong abah. Kalau nak pinjam duit kad kredit boleh. Tapi yelah, kata orang kalau nak ke Mekah ni tak elok pakai duit pinjaman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Betul kata Man tu abah. Kalau nak ke Mekah mesti dengan kemampuan sendiri baru elok," sokong Muaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata-kata Azman dan Muaz bagaikan sembilu yang menikam dada Pak Uwei. Bila dia bertemu pandang dengan Intan, Pak Uwei terasa bagai ditertawakan oleh Intan bila kedua anak yang diharap-harapkan menghampakannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak apalah kalau kau orang tak ada duit. Biarlah abah kau pergi seorang dulu, nanti kalau ada rezeki mak pula pergi," Mak Pah bersuara cuba meredakan keadaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau nak pergi sendiri, dah lama saya pergi Pah!. Tak payah saya tunggu lama-lama. Kalau awak tak pergi biarlah kita sama-sama tak pergi... dah tak ada rezeki kita nak buat macam mana?" Pak Uwei bangun masuk ke bilik meninggalkan anak-anaknya dengan rasa kesal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intan tahu abahnya benar-benar kecewa. Walaupun orang tua itu tidak menunjukkan rasa kecewanya tapi Intan faham kecewa abahnya teramat sangat kerana tidak menduga anak-anak yang selama ini disanjung akan mengecewakannya begitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anak awak tu tak balik ke?" tanya Pak Uwei pada Mak Pah bila Intan tidak turut serta balik bersama abang dan kakaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak, katanya cuti sampai hari Rabu nanti," balas Mak Pah sambil mencapai kain selendangnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nak ke mana pulak tu?" tanya Pak Uwei melihat MakPah bersiap-siap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nak ke kedai Long Semah tu nak belikan anak saya Intan, kuih lepat ubi kegemarannya. " Sengaja Mak Pah menekan suara bila menyebut anaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan sekali dua dia menegur sikap Pak Uwei yang gemar membeza-bezakan anak. Pagi Isnin tu selepas bersarapan Intan bersiap-siap hendak keluar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nak ke mana Intan pagi-pagi lagi dah bersiap ni?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intan ada hal sikit kat bandar mak. Intan pergi dulu ye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau nak ke bandar suruhlah abah kau tu hantarkan," suruh Mak Pah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak payahlah mak, Intan nak pergi banyak tempat ni. Nanti bising pula abah tu. Intan pergi dulu."sambil mencium tangan Mak Pah yangmenggeleng kepala memerhatikan Intan berlalu pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang kala sedih hatinya melihat sikap suaminya yang keras hati, membuat anaknya itu menyisihkan diri. Ketika Intan pulang dari bandar tengah hari itu mak dan abahnya sedang menikmati juadah tengah hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kau ni Tan buat benda apa lama benar kat bandar tu? Mari makan sama. Ni abah kau ada beli ikan baung salai, mak masak lemak cili api."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ingat lagi abah lauk kegemaran Intan rupanya," usik Intan tak bertangguh mencapai pinggan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mak bapak memang tak pernah lupakan anak-anak, cuma anak-anak aje yang lupakan mak bapak," jawab Pak Uwei sinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intan tersenyum pahit. Selesai mengemas pinggan mangkuk, Intan menunaikan solat Zohor kemudian dia mendapatkan mak dan abahnya yang sedang duduk di ruang tamu. Abahnya sedang membaca suratkhabar. Mak Pah pula melipat kain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mak, abah... Intan ada hal sikit nak cakap ni... ," ujar Intan menghampiri mereka. Pak Uwei menurunkan suratkhabaryang dipegangnya kemudian menanggalkan cermin mata yang digunakan untuk membaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa hal... kamu nak kahwin ke?" soal Pak Uwei merenung Intan. Tawa Intan meledak tiba-tiba mendengar soalan abahnya. Melihat Intan tergelak besar Pak Uwei turut tertawa. Mak Pah pun tergelak sama, riang rasa hatinya melihat kemesraan yang hilang dulu mula menyatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abah ni... ke situ pulak...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Habis tu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ini... Buku Tabung Haji mak. Tadi Intan ambil dalam laci tu. Yang ni, resit memasukkan duit ke akaun mak. Semuanya Intan dah uruskan. Dan ini dua ribu untuk buat duit kocek mak dan abah. Yang dua ratus lagi ni untuk buat kenduri doa selamat sebelum berangkat nanti. "Intan memasukkan duit itu dalam genggaman Pak Uwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa??" Pak Uwei terkejut matanya merenung Intan dan duit ditangannya bagai tidak percaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ini duit simpanan Intan sejak mula bekerja dulu. Duit hasil titik peluh Intan yang halal abah, terimalah. Selama ini Intan banyak kali kecewakan abah. Intan tak pernah dapat membahagiakan hati abah. Selama inipun Intan selalu sangat rasa kalah pada abang Az dan Kak Balkis. Intan tak cantik dan baik macam Kak Balkis, apatah lagi bijak seperti mereka. Intan tahu abah selalu kecewa dengan Intan. Hanya kali ini Intan dapat tunaikan hasrat abah. Dah banyak kali abah tangguhkan hasrat nak naik haji. Dulu kerana Kak Balkis nak kahwin, lepas tu mak pula tak sihat. Sekarang ni masa yang sesuai. Intan harap, abah sudi terima pemberian yang tak seberapa ini dari Intan," tutur Intan perlahan memerhatikan airmata menuruni pipi abahnya yang sudah berkedut dimamah usia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Terima kasih Intan. Malu rasanya abah nak ambil duit kamu... dulu abah selalu bangga dengan Balkis dan Muaz yang memegang jawatan tinggi tapi akhirnya anak abah yang kerja kilang yang membantu abah," luah Pak Uwei sambil mengesat airmata terharu atas keluhuran hati anak yang selama ini dimusuhinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sudahlah abah. Yang lepas itu tak usahlah kita ungkit-ungkit lagi. Intan gembira abah sudi terima pemberian Intan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pemberian kau ni terlalu bernilai bagi abah dan mak kau, Intan..."ujar Pak Uwei.&lt;br /&gt;Intan peluk abahnya erat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah... tulah, jangan suka memperkecil- kecilkan anak saya ni," Mak Pah mengusik Pak Uwei sambil mengesat airmata penuh kesyukuran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mak ni... ," gelak Intan memandang abahnya yang tersengih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa yang ditunggu-tunggu tiba dalam keriuhan sanak saudara yang datang menziarahi Pak Uwei dan Mak Pah. Intan memerhati dengan perasaan gembira bercampur hiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Semua dah siap ke mak?" tanya Intan menjenguk ke bilik emaknya memerhatikan Mak Pah mengisi barang keperluan semasa di Mekah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dah rasanya... ada apa-apa yang Intan nak pesan mak belikan di sana nanti?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak ada mak. Mak janganlah fikir soal apa yang nak dibeli mak. Yang penting mak dapat menunaikan ibadah dengan sempurna."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah, awak dengar tu... kita ni nak pergi menunaikan ibadah, bukan nak membeli-belah, " tambah Pak Uwei yang turut mendengar perbualan dua-beranak itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intan tak nak mak dan abah belikan satu apa pun dari sana. Hanya satu yang Intan mahu, doakan Intan bahagia di dunia dan akhirat,"pesan Intan sambil memeluk emaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak Pah dan Pak Uwei berpandangan.Tiba-tiba sebak dengan permintaan Intan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya dua jam lagi kapal terbang akan mendarat di tanah air. Pak Uwei mengerling Mak Pah yang lena di sebelahnya. Dalam keriangan telah menunaikan ibadah haji tanpa sebarang kesulitan, terselit rasa tidak sedap di hati. Perasaan rindu pada anak-anak terutama Intan bagai menyentap tangkai hatinya. Pak Uwei terkenangkan mimpinya bertemu Intan ditanah suci. Intan tidak berkata sepatah pun tapi bagai memberitahu yang dia akan pergi jauh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa resah aje ni, bang?" Mak Pah terjaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Entahlah Pah, saya teringat sangat dengan Intan dan anak-anak kita."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sabarlah, dah nak sampai dah ni," pujuk Mak Pah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari jauh lagi Pak Uwei sudah melihat Muaz dan Azman menanti mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mak... abah... ," Muaz meraih emaknya dalam pelukan dan kemudian abahnya tanpa dapat menahan airmata menitis laju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mana yang lain ni, kamu berdua aje?" Pak Uwei tertinjau-tinjau mencari wajah Intan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mereka menanti di rumah, abah," beritahu Azman suami Balkis sambil mencium tangan Pak Uwei. "Intan pun tak datang juga ke?" Tanya Pak Uwei terasa hampa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awak ni... kan Man dah kata mereka menunggu di rumah." MakPah menggeleng, dua tiga hari ini nama Intan tak terlepas dari mulut suaminya. Perjalanan tiga jam dari KLIA untuk sampai ke rumah terasa begitu lama oleh Pak Uwei. Mak Pah yang melihat kegelisahan suaminya turut berasa bagai ada yang tak kena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dua tiga malam sebelum balik, abah kau mengigau terjerit-jerit dia panggil nama Intan. Kalau Intan dengar cerita ni tentu dia gelihati." cerita Mak Pah pada Muaz dan Azman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muaz diam sambil mengerling Azman yang sedang memandu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tentulah abah ingatkan Intan, sebab Intan yang bagi dia duit," balas Muaz cuba bergurau walaupun terasa sayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi, abah rasa macam ada yang tak kena aje Az, dalam mimpi abah tu, abah nampak Intan macam nak beritahu dia nak pergi jauh. Tapi dia tak bercakap pun hanya renung abah. Intan tak ada cakap apa-apa dengan kau Az?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err... tak ada abah. Kita berhenti minum dulu abah, tentu mak haus,"ajak Azman menukar tajuk perbualan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak payah, dah dekat ni. Abah tak sabar nak balik," tolak Pak Uwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azman dan Muaz hanya berpandangan. Sebaik turun dari kereta, Balkis meluru memeluk mereka dengan tangisan. Suara Pak Long Basri yang bertakbir menambah sayu. Semua yang ada menitiskan air mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mak dengan abah sihat ke?" tanya Mira setelah bersalaman dengan ibubapa mentuanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sihat, cuma batuk-batuk aje sikit. Intan mana, dia tak balik ke?" MakPah mula berdebar bila Intan tidak kelihatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naik dulu Ngahnya...," suruh Long Semah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intan mana?" Pak Uwei mula hilang sabar bila tak seorang pun memberitahu di mana Intan. Pantas dia memanjat tangga menuju bilik Intan. Matanya terpaku pada bekas bara yang terletak disebelah katil yang bercadar kain batik lepas. Dadanya bergetar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Az... mana Intan? Mana adik kau Az?" tanya Pak Uwei dengan suara yangmenggeletar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badannya terasa lemah, dia berpaut pada tepi pintu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sabar abah... ," Muaz menggosok belakang abahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Kenapa Az ... kenapa?" Mak Pah menurunkan Syazwan cucunya dari pangkuan dan melangkah laju ke bilik Intan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mak... Intan dah tak ada mak," Balkis tersedu memeluk emaknya yang terduduk lemah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pak Uwei terkulai tak bermaya menerima berita itu. Mak Pah terus pengsan. Bila dia terjaga dia melihat anak menantu mengelilingnya. Pak Uwei duduk di tepi kepalanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sabarlah Ngah, ini dugaan Allah pada kita. Intan pergi pun dalam keadaan tenang. Barangkali kerana hajatnya nak lihat kamu naik haji dah tertunai,"pujuk Long Semah yang masih belum pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intan ada tinggalkan surat untuk kita. Dia memang dah tahu dia tak akan hidup lama. Rupa-rupanya dia menghidap barah otak. Dia minta maaf segala salah silap dan berpesan supaya kita jangan sedih atas pemergiannya. Dia minta kita doakan dia," Pak Uwei menepuk lembut bahu Mak Pah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bila dia meninggal? Siapa yang mengadap masa nazaknya?" tanya Mak Pah tersedu sedan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kami semua ada mak. Dia begitu tabah menanti detik kematiannya mak.Sebenarnya dia yang ajak kami balik ini, katanya nak kemaskan rumah sebelum mak dan abah balik. Masa sampai tu dia sihat lagi tiba-tiba malam Khamis tu lepas solat Isya` dia sakit kepala teruk sampai tak boleh bangun. Az nak hantar ke hospital tapi katanya masa dia dah tiba. Masa tulah baru dia ceritakan sakitnya. Dia meninggal subuh hari Jumaat mak... tiga hari lepas. Dia pergi dalam keadaan yang cukup tenang mak,"cerita Muaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak Pah mengenggam erat tangan suaminya, terkenangkan bagaimana Intan memeluk erat mereka sebelum melepaskan pemergian mereka. Dan ketika itu bagai terdengar-dengar suara Intan berpesan,"Intan tak nak mak dan abah belikan satu apa pun dari sana . Hanya satu yang Intan mahu, mak dan abah doakan Intan bahagia di dunia dan akhirat.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tamat....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moral cerita ... buat baik dan berbaktilah kepada kedua ibubapa sementara mereka masih ada di dunia ini. Harta benda hanyalah sementara berbanding amalan yg kita lakukan selagi tubuh badan kita bernyawa. Renung-renungkan.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-1429564935173640611?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1429564935173640611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=1429564935173640611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/1429564935173640611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/1429564935173640611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/kisah-sedihhhh-sangatt.html' title='Kisah sedihhhh sangatt....'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-514482091515219428</id><published>2009-04-13T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:28:48.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boleh percaya ke ni??? Buat Semua Lelaki...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adakalanya sebagai seorang lelaki anda masih tidak mengenali diri atau peribadi sendiri. Hanya rakan-rakan di sekeliling yang ikhlas untuk memberitahu anda akan menyatakan setiap kelebihan mahupun kelebihan diri anda. Namun, apakah anda mempunyai rakan yang sanggup berterus-terang? Di sini disenaraikan personaliti lelaki berdasarkan bintang atau zodiak masing-masing. Walaupun tidak kesemuanya benar, namun ia boleh dijadikan panduan. Jika anda memang mempunyai sikap buruk atau kelemahan, anda boleh memperbaiki diri anda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Aries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Badannya tidak tinggi tetapi tetap tegap dan kuat berkerja. Pada badannya banyak bulu, suka bergaul, bersemangat dan bercita-cita, menjadikan dia seorang pemimpin. Dia lebih suka mengarah, berani dan suka menjelajah. Dia tidak tekun, dia lebih suka memulakan sesuatu tetapi kemudian menyuruh orang lain menyelesaikan kerja itu. Dia mementingkan lahiriah dan mudah bergaul tetapi agak kurang keyakinan, terutamanya dari segi daya penarik, dia mungkin risau kerana tubuhnya kecil misalnya, kerana ini dia biasanya mencari kawan yang kualitinya kurang berbanding dirinya, dan ini juga menyebabkan dia mudah cemburu dan kurang yakin dalam hubungan dengan wanita. Di samping itu dia merupakan seorang yang panas baran maka selalulah timbul keributan dalam hal berkasih sayang. Nafsu syahwatnya tinggi, dan apabila mendapat teman hidup, dia adalah kekasih yang bersemangat dan bernafsu. Padanya cinta adalah amat penting, kerana dia benci hidup keseorangan, dan kerana dia merasa bangga ada orang yang sanggup menyerahkan jiwa raganya kepadanya. Ketika mula bercinta dia baik hati, mudah jenaka dan bersukaria tetapi apabila telah lama berkenalan, dia selalu menyakitkan hati, curiga dan marah-marah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Taurus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia lelaki yang mempunyai badan yang berotot dan kuat. Dia seorang yang praktikal serta berseni, mungkin boleh mengukir, atau melukis. Suaranya merdu bila menyanyi dan sukakan muzik, malah mungkin seorang ahli muzik. Lelaki ini mudah bergaul, suka jenaka dan ketawa. Walaubagaimanapun dia kurang keyakinan dan merendahkan daya tariknya sendiri, menyebabkan dia menggunakan bakat seninya untuk menari hati wanita. Dia juga adalah lelaki stabil, konservatif dan agak keras hati, yang mahu tahu kemanakah arah tujuan dirinya. Lelaki ini pentingkan sekuriti dari segi kewangan, begitu juga dalam rumahtangganya dan dengan sebab ini dia jarang ambil risiko atau memperjudikan hidupnya. Lelaki ini menanti-nantikan perkahwinannya, di mana pada masa inilah dia akan merasa selamat di mana perasaaan itulah yang tidak ada pada dirinya sebelum itu, dan oleh sebab itu, dia akan memilih pasangan hidupnya dengan agak teliti agar rumah tangganya berpanjangan. Dorongan syahwatnya kuat. Dia sukakan keselesaan, makan dan mengumpul harta. Kebolehanya menghias rumah, dan kesungguhannya menjadikan dia pasangan yang baik. Oleh kerana lelaki ini lebih sukakan perkara yang telah biasa, dia tidak begitu minat dengan idea orang lain atau apa yang berlaku di sekelilingnya dan ini akan membosankan insan yang lebih suka bergaul dan bijaksana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Gemini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lelaki Gemini mempunyai muka dan badan yang menarik, adab dan senyumannya juga menarik menyebabkan orang ramai tertarik kepadanya. Dia seorang yang bijak berfikir, ingatannya bijak dan teratur menjadikan ia pasangan yang menarik dan pandai menguruskan diri. Dia mungkin bekerja sebagai jurujual di mana dia berpeluang memujuk dan mempengaruh orang lain .Dalam menjadi pasangan hidup dia suka wanita yang boleh berfikiran sendiri, yang tidak pendiam ,dan yang cerdik bukan cantik menjadi keutamaanya. Dia suka kepada luahan emosi, kerana itu dianggap kebudakan dan remeh, dan kerana itu dia bermasalah untuk jatuh cinta kerana menganggap bahawa bila jatuh cinta, dia akan memberi banyak kuasa kepada kekasihnya, dan kerana itu, pasangannya yang ideal adalah yang sanggup berkongsi akal, bukan hati. Lelaki ini tidak begitu berminat dalam hubungan kelamin, dan menganggap ianya tidak menarik dan sedikit menjijikkan. Dia mengetahui mengenai hubungan kelamin dari rasa ingin tahu bukan dari rasa berahi. Dia bukanlah seorang kekasih yang bersungguh, kerana sukar melibatkan emosi dalam bercinta kerana sebab itu biasanya dia berkahwin lambat dan memilih pasangan yang jauh lebih tua darinya, yang mempunyai nafsu syahwat yang rendah padanya,Wanita yang ideal ialah yang banyak harta, lebih tua, tetapi dia boleh jugak memilih wanita muda, yang boleh memberikan perhatian kepadanya bagi meninggikan egonya dan lagaknya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Cancer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lelaki ini menyembunyikan aspek dalamannya yang lembut dengan kekerasan. Dia adalah lelaki yang amat sensitif dan mudah terusik dan mudah menangis. Sifat ini amat menarik perhatian wanita dan menimbulkan simpati dan sifat keibuan terhadapnya, tetapi tidak patut dilakukan terlalu kerap kerana mungkin di tuduh sebagai pondan. Kebahagiaan rumahtangga amat penting baginya, dan rumahtangganya yang bermasalah akan menjadikannya amat dukacita. Jika dia belum berkahwin, dia mungkin tinggal bersama ibubapanya dia tidak suka berfoya-foya. Dalam pwergaulan dia lebih suka mencari pasangan hidup. Mencari pasangan hidup agak sukar baginya, kerana dia kurang kemas, pemalu dan kurang dorongan, serta dia perlukan wanita yang pandai menjaga rumah, berharta dan pendapatan baik. Antara kelemahannya ialah dia suka mengkritik dan mengadu, dan menganggap tidak ada perkara yang benar memuaskan hatinya. Walaubagaimanapun, dia adalah suami yang setia, dan amat sukar untuk bercerai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia seorang yang agak tinggi, kurus, gerakanya cepat tetapi lembut. Matanya besar dan menarik, dan rambutnya ikal. Bibirnya mungkin nipis. Dia suka menolong dan membantu orang. Dia berkeyakinan dan berpersonaliti kuat, ini membolehkannya maju dan memimpin. Dia juga suka menjadi popular dan di puji. Kehidupan cinta adalah penting padanya kerana dengan adanya orang yang mengasihinya membuatkan dirinya penting. Bila dia terlibat dalam hal romantik, dia mudah bernafsu tetapi mudah pula reda Rupanya yang tampan dan yakin menyebabkan pasangannya merasa bertuah, tapi pasanganya perlulah menghormatinya, dan setia, kerana dia adalah lelaki yang cemburu, dari itu sebagai isterinya, jangan mudah anda melihat atau merngerling lelaki lain. Lelaki ini percaya kepada perkahwinan dan menganggap rumahnya sebagai tempat berehat, dan isterinya memberikan keselesaan setelah dia penat bekerja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Virgo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia adalah lelaki yang agak kurus, tingginya serderhana, bahunya agak lebar, bulu keningnya panjang dan cantik, dan dahinya luas, matanya nampak sedih tetapi lembut, dan ini menarik perhatian wanita. Sifatnya amat berhati-hati, nafsu syahwatnya rendah, dan kerana ini, dia kelihatan tidak pasti, dan seolah-olah kekasih yang tertahan-tahan. Dia adalah lelaki yang mementingkan kebijaksanaan. Dia mahukan kesempurnaan, sentiasa mahu mengawal, dan jarang sekali terbawa oleh cinta. Dia mengkritik dan mengadu. Dia juga agak mementingkan hal-hal yang halus terperinci, juga beradab, dan ini menjadikannya pasangan yang setia dan mengambil berat. Dia akan mengkahwini wanita yang ada wang dan yang boleh membantunya secukupnya. Sifat bimbangnya membuatkannya sukar bertenang apabila berpasangan, dan ini menjadikan dia kekasih yang kurang memuaskan, dan dia cepat sekali menyalahkan orang lain walaupun dia sebenarnya bersalah. Dia juga mengambil berat mengenai kesihatan dan kecergasannya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Libra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia seorang yang seksi, tubuhnya agak menarik, pakainya agak kemas ada gaya bersih dan segar. Matanya biasanya besar, bersinar dan menarik. Mulutnya agak penuh dan menawan. Jika lelaki mungkin mempunyai bentuk badan sedikit kewanitaan seperti bulu roma yang sedikit, atau bahu yang kecil. Lelaki Libra tidak gemar tangannya kotor, dia suka pekerjaan yang mempertingkatkan paras rupa orang lain seperti mendandan rambut, pereka fesyen atu menjual barangan kecantikan. Sikapnya terbuka, menyenangkan, suka bergaul, ramai kawan. Sopan dan simpati. Antara kelemahannya ialah dia sukar memutuskan sesuatu yang tidak di sukainya,ini mungkin mengakibatkan dia berkahwin dengan pasangan yang tidak sesuai. Walaupun dia lelaki popular di kalangan wanita, emosinya di kawalnya dan dia kelihatan seperti pasangan yang kurang mengasihi. Pada mulanya wanita tertarik padanya kerana dia bertimbang rasa dan berhati-hati, kemudian setelah beberap lama, sikap itu tenggelam. Dia biasanya adalah orang yang cermat dalam berbelanja tetapi agak boros pula dari segi membeli baju, wangian, atau perabot. Dia membelanjakan banyak wang untuk menarik perhatian orang yang dicintainya atau sesiapa yang di anggap penting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Scorpio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tubuhnya biasanya kecil, tingginya jarang melebihi ketinggian sederhana. Mukanya lebar dan nampak kuat dengan tulang pipi yang jelas, hidungnya mempunyai hujungan yang lembut dan lubang hidungnya besar. Renungannya yang tajam seolah-olah dapat membaca isi hati orang lain. Samada hatinya gembira atau sebaliknya dapat dilihat dari cara dia jalan, dia akan berjalan dengan tenang bila hatinya suka dan tidak menentu bial dia kegelisahan. Dia seorang yang intuitif dan mudah tersinggung perasaannya tetapi dapat menyembunyikan keadan itu dengan rupa zahiriah yang agak cekal. Dia akan berusaha bertahun- tahun untuk mencapai cita-citanya atau untuk membalas dendam. Suka jika dapat menunjukkan kuasa, dan nampak lebih dominan dalam perhubungan. Dalam hal seksual, dia cenderung untuk mementingkan diri sendiri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia seorang yang suka bergaul, suka hidup yang baik dan berpoya. Dia adalah insan yang paling romantik, Dia menarik, mudah suka bergaul dengan seorang yang suka kepada hiburan dan berjalan ke tempat tempat yang menawan. Dia mungkin berkerja dalam bidang undang-undang, agama atau politik. Tubuh badannya agak tinggi, tubuh agak langsing dan menarik semasa muda tetapi semakin berisi semakin tua. Mukanya panjang, dahinya agak tinggi tapi sempit, hidungnya agak mancung dan ketika suka hidung itu menjadi kembang. Giginya besar. Dari segi berpakaian, dia suka memakai pakaian yang kasual dan longgar. Dia lelaki yang agak boros, dan jika tidak berhati-hati, mungkin terlibat dalam perjudian. Lelaki ini suka jika dapat berteman dengan wanita dan mudah pula jatuh hati. Tapi dia tidak suka terikat dalam masa yang panjang. Ramai lelaki berbintang sagitarius yang kahwin lebih dari satu atau lelaki yang menyimpan wanita lain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Capricorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lelaki ini lebih berhati-hati dalam hidup, dan selalu melakukan sesuatu berdasarkan kaedah. Dia tidak suka menukar-nukar rancangan yang telah dibuatnya. Dia agak pendiam, suka bekerja sendiri. Dia adalah jenis pendendam dan akan ingat pada kejahatan yang di lakukan terhadap dirinya hingga bertahun-tahun. Mungkin dialah paling tidak menarik kerana dia mendekati wanita menggunakan cara intelek. Dia mungkin kurang selesa dengan wanita yang beremosi tinggi tetapi sanggup berkahwin dengannya jika dia boleh membantu mencapai kejayaan dalam kerjaya. Lelaki ini sukar jatuh cinta, tetapi jika sudah jatuh cinta ,dia akan amat mencintai. Dalam hidup bercinta, dia kurang di sukai. Dia mementingkan keluarganya, dan dia akan akan menyatakan apa yang dia fikirkan .Apabila berkahwin ia agak lokek dari segi kewangan. Dalam pergaulan, dia lebih suka kepada yang lebih tua dan konservatif. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Aquarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tubuhnya agak tinggi, dan kurus, tangan dan kakinya besar, bahunya lebar. Mungkin rambutnya nipis, pakaiannya agak luar biasa.Dia adalah lelaki yang pandai bercakap dan suka kepada cakap-cakap intelek. Dia agak kurang romantik. Dia sukar jatuh cinta kerana dia tidak mahu kecewa. Dia suka persahabatan yang sekejap berbanding hubungan yang panjang. Lelaki ini suka ketawa dan mempunyai perkara-perkara yang menarik untuk dilakukan, tetapi dia boleh jadi pendiam pada suatu masa dan agak mengecewakan kekasihnya. Dia mungkin lambat berkahwin kerana tidak suka terikat. Dari segi seksual dia lebih mementingankan seks dari kasih sayang, dan dia lebih suka kepada ramai pasangan. Walaupun begitu, dia pandai menyembunyikan rahsianya itu bagi menjaga hati kekasihnya. Sebagai lelaki, dia disukai oleh teman wanitanya kerana dia agak berbeza dan menarik, tetapi dia adalah mengecewakan dari segi membuat komitmen . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pisces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia lelaki yang agak pendek dan berisi dengan muka yang agak bulat dan besar serta berjerawat. Dari segi berpakaian, mungkin dia kelihatan kurang kemas.Walaupun dari segi zahiriah dia agak kurang menarik, dia mempunyai personaliti yang bagus boleh berjenaka dan baik hati. Dia adalah lelaki yang pandai mengagak dan bersimpati tinggi, tetapi, hatinya selalu bimbang. Dia tidak suka berkelahi dan sedaya upaya mengelakkannya. Hidupnya suka menggembirakan hati orang lain, dia agak romantik dan mementingkan perasaan pasangan.Tetapi dia agak pemalu dan kurang keyakinan, menyebabkan dia lambat dalam hal menambat wanita. Dia agak sukar dari segi membuat keputusan, dan agak bertangguh untuk kahwin. Oleh kerana kelemahan ini, dia mudah dipengaruhi atau ditinggalkan. Tapi dari segi bercinta, dia adalah seorang yang hangat, mengambil berat dan mengasihi, serta menghiburkan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psssttt... Apa tunggu lagi.. Mai la check... Yang mana satu anda punya???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-514482091515219428?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/514482091515219428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=514482091515219428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/514482091515219428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/514482091515219428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/boleh-percaya-ke-ni-buat-semua-lelaki.html' title='Boleh percaya ke ni??? Buat Semua Lelaki...'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-4718271267646336309</id><published>2009-04-10T08:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:41:51.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berus gigi......</title><content type='html'>Pada satu hari, seorang ayah baru saja lepas mandi dan semasa tengah mengelap badannya, muncul anak perempuan dia yg berumur 7 tahun anaknya itu bertanya.."apa benda kat celah kangkang ayah tu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayahnya pun terasa lah malu, dan terus mengatakan.."tak boleh tahu..ini rahsia ayah tau"... maka anaknya pun keluar dari bilik dan terus mendapatkan pengesahan dari ibunya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ibu, apa benda yg kat celah kangkang ayah tu?" tanya si anak pada ibu.. yang si ibu pun tersipu-sipu dgn soalah anaknya itu lalu menjawab..&lt;br /&gt;"ishhkk..tu benda rahsia ayah..jgn tanya.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selang beberapa hari, si anak pun dgn gembira menerangkan kepada ibunya.."ibu..saya dah tahu rahsia ayah tu...sebenarnya berus gigi, tau ibu.." terang si anak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ibu pun tersenyum lah dgn penjelasan anaknya itu..".. ha..ye la pandai anak ibu ni..&lt;br /&gt;kenapa pulak benda tu berus gigi.."&lt;br /&gt;Si anak pun menjawab.."tadi pagi, saya nampak kak umy (tukang gaji indon) masukkan benda ayah tu dalam mulut dia..keluar masuk keluar masuk sampai berbuih buih keluar dari mulut dia.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pengajaran :- Sentiasa ler memerhati suami anda.. Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-4718271267646336309?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4718271267646336309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=4718271267646336309' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/4718271267646336309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/4718271267646336309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/berus-gigi.html' title='Berus gigi......'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-3741092032578587990</id><published>2009-04-08T12:14:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:25:06.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Aku teringat kepadanya... Rindu padanya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Aku sebenarnya tengah bosan duduk kat ofis, tak tahu nak buat apa bukan kerana tak ada kerja tapi tengah merindui seseorang... Agak keberatan untuk aku mangakui dan menyatakan bahawa aku amat merindui kawan baik aku a.k.a adik pompuan aku yang di sekarang ni dok ada kat Kuala Lumpur... Siapa adik aku tu, siapa lagi kalu bukan Si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://galuhcendrakirana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Galuh Cendra Kirana&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;... Aku masih ingat lagi masa kami bersekolah, aku ni tak henti-henti buli dia.. Suruh dia bawak bekalan untuk makan tengahari (Bukan saja nak buli tapi mama si galuh tu masak memang sedap.. Love you mama)... Ajak dia ponteng sekolah, bukan aku saja nak bagi dia jadi budak jahat tapi sebab tak seronok ponteng sorang-sorang (Galuh, jangan marah aku yer)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Aku suka melepak dengan si Galuh ni sebab dia suka order makan banyak-banyak pastu aku akan jadi ikan MPSP dia (tukang tolong habiskan makanan)... Bukan aku tak suka, tapi Galuh.. Ko telah mengemukkan kakak ko ni sangat... Aku Pasrah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mengimbau kali terakhir aku jumpa dengan si Galuh pada tahun lepas, tu pun pi meronda-ronda bila dia bawak balik kawan dia si Sarah dari Kuala Lumpur... Oleh kerana si Sarah satu kepala hotak dengan aku dan si Galuh, aku jadi bersemangat nak berjalan... Selalu aku in suka melepak kat rumah jer, tak pun tunggu si Galuh balik dari KL kami melepak kat Nasi Kandar Nasmir... Tapi kali ni aku punya la bersemangat bawak si Sarah ni naik feri sebab nak pi jalan-jalan kat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wutravel.com/hotels/malaysia/penang?a_aid=1db3dbe0"&gt;Penang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;, walaupun aku ni sebenarnya tak berapa suka naik feri (pssstt.. mabuk laut sebenarnya).... si Galuh dengan si Sarah ni bukan main posing atas feri, mau tak mau aku pun kena join sekali aku takut kang ader yang terlebih posing sampai terjatuh dari feri (kira nak jadi penyelamat la ni).... Tetiba aku plak yang terposing lebih.. hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322175339743234594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdwqRf29SiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KnSFCTNWwwI/s320/elin+and+me+on+feri.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Siap taruh tanduk atas kepala masing-masing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sampai jer kat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://http//www.wutravel.com/hotels/malaysia/penang?a_aid=1db3dbe0"&gt;Penang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;, first sekali kitaorang pi makan kat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Nasi Kandar Line Clear"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(popular tu.. macam si Aswad AF5 selalu kata.. Line Clear)... Makan kat sana sedap tau tapi macam biasa la si Galuh ni, suka suruh aku habiskan makanan dia.. Apapun Adikku cayang, I love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Habis makan aku dan rombongan Cik Galuh ke bukit bendera... Sebenarnya banyak tempat nak pi tapi sebab time tu singkat sangat aku dengan si Galuh rancang nak bawak si Sarah ni terus pi ke Bukit Bendera pastu nak bawak pi &lt;a href="http://http//www.wutravel.com/hotels/malaysia/penang?a_aid=1db3dbe0"&gt;Batu Ferringhi&lt;/a&gt; (Best kat sana, hotel pun banyak)... Sampai kat Bukit Bendera, tiket yang dijual time lambat plak... Tergendala lagi program kami.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kami tukar rancangan sementara tunggu time untuk naik tren ke puncak Bukit Bendera, aku terus bawak rombongan aku ke Batu Ferringhi.. Pi pekena &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Laksa Penang dengan Rojak Buah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, sambil si Sarah dengan si Galuh continue buat posing maut lagi sekali.. Aku tak dapat nak post gambar kat sini sebab si Sarah tak bagi aku pun (Maybe sebab aku tak dalam dalam sesi penggambaran tu kot)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Selepas rombongan semua habis makan, aku terus jadi pemandu &lt;em&gt;formula one...&lt;/em&gt; bukannya apa aku takut lambat sampai ke Bukit Bendera.. nanti melepas plak naik (rugi tiket wo).... Tiba jer kat sana fuhhh.. sempat lagi rupanya, mana tak nya aku ni sempat langgar bontot keta mercedes (nasib baik cina tu tak marah aku).... sebelum naik tren ke puncak sempat lagi aku dengan si Galuh posing maut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322195561822410034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sdw8qk-V1TI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WcCKg2UBytI/s320/elin+and+me+at+bukit+bendera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lawa tak kami ni... mendongak ke kerajaan ke-tujuh di langit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Akhirnya sampai jugak kami kat atas puncak... cantik pemandangan dari atas, baru aku sedar betapa cantiknya negeri kelahiran aku... &lt;a href="http://http//www.wutravel.com/hotels/malaysia/penang?a_aid=1db3dbe0"&gt;Pulau Pinang&lt;/a&gt;... Pulau Mutiara... Bagi blogger yang ada dalam blog ni jemput-jemput la datang ke &lt;a href="http://http//www.wutravel.com/hotels/malaysia/penang?a_aid=1db3dbe0"&gt;Pulau pinang&lt;/a&gt;... Segala aktiviti melawat boleh dirancang oleh Cik &lt;a href="http://galuhcendrakirana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Galuh Cendra Kirana&lt;/a&gt; (dia memang suka merancang).. hehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;p/s:- Buat Cik Galuh Cendra Kirana.... Balik la cepat, aku merindui mu teramat sangat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-3741092032578587990?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3741092032578587990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=3741092032578587990' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/3741092032578587990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/3741092032578587990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/aku-teringat-kepadanya-rindu-padanya.html' title='Aku teringat kepadanya... Rindu padanya...'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdwqRf29SiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KnSFCTNWwwI/s72-c/elin+and+me+on+feri.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-1991388263569907846</id><published>2009-04-07T09:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:08:24.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 DON'TS when you are sleeping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last one is good! Hehehe…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321765247145313186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sdq1S94dg6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/8oa5PBZHJdU/s200/sleeping-smile-pillow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T SLEEP WITH WATCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watches can emit a certain level of radioactivity. Though small, but if you wear your watch to bed for a long time, it might have adverse effects on your health. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DON'T SLEEP WITH BRA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scientists in America have discovered those that wear bras for more than 12 hours have a higher risk of getting breast cancer. So go to bed without it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DON'T SLEEP WITH PHONE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putting the phone beside your bed or anywhere near you is not encouraged. Though some of us will use phones as alarm clocks, but please put the phone as far as possible.Scientists have proved that electrical items including mobile phone and television sets emit magnetic waves when used. These waves can cause disruptions to our nervous system. Therefore if you need to put your mobile phone near you, switch it off first..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DON'T SLEEP WITH MAKE UP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People who sleep with make up might have skin problems in the long run. Sleeping with make up will cause the skin to have difficulty in breathing and problem in perspiring. You will also need a much longer time to go into deep sleep.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Lastly.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DON'T SLEEP WITH OTHERS' WIFE / HUSBAND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may never wake up again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-1991388263569907846?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1991388263569907846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=1991388263569907846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/1991388263569907846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/1991388263569907846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-donts-when-you-are-sleeping.html' title='5 DON&apos;TS when you are sleeping.'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sdq1S94dg6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/8oa5PBZHJdU/s72-c/sleeping-smile-pillow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-6795344270092118753</id><published>2009-04-06T08:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:03:29.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational Story: Life's Struggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdlTw69IkwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vXynIziVz7E/s1600-h/morning+butterfly.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321376534639448834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdlTw69IkwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vXynIziVz7E/s200/morning+butterfly.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ENGLISH VERSION:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A man found a cocoon of an emperor moth. He took it home so that he could watch the moth come out of the cocoon. On the day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the moth for several hours as the moth struggled to force the body through that little hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The moth seemed to be stuck and appeared to have stopped making progress. It seemed as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. The man, in his kindness, decided to help the moth; so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The moth then emerged easily. But its body was swollen and small, its wings wrinkled and shriveled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The man continued to watch the moth because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to and able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the little moth spent the rest of its life crawling around with a small, swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The man in his kindness and haste did not understand that the struggle required for the moth to get through the tiny opening was necessary to force fluid from the body of the moth into its wings so that it would be ready for flight upon achieving its freedom from the cocoon. Freedom and flight would only come after the struggle. By depriving the moth of a struggle, he deprived the moth of health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Moral of The Story:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we were to go through our life without any obstacles, we would be crippled. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. Give every opportunity a chance, leave no room for regrets, and don't forget the power in the struggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MALAY VERSION:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seorang lelaki telah menemui satu kepompong yang mengandungi kupu² Emperor. Lelaki itu membawanya pulang ke rumah agar beliau dapat melihat kupu² tersebut keluar dari kepompong itu. Pada hari tersebut, satu rekahan kecil pun terjadi pada kepompong itu. Semasa kupu² sedang berusaha keluar daripada kepompong tersebut dengan penuh kesukaran, lelaki itu terus membuat pemerhatian berjam - jam lamanya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kupu² tersebut kelihatan seperti tersekat dan telah berhenti bergerak. Ia seperti kupu² tersebut telah mencuba dengan sedaya upayanya dan tidak mampu untuk melakukannya lagi. Diatas dasar belas kasihan, lelaki tersebut mengambil keputusan untuk menolong kupu² tersebut lalu dia mengambil sebilah gunting lalu memotong kepompong itu agar kupu² tersebut boleh keluar daripadanya. Kupu² dapat keluar dengan senang sekali. Akan tetapi, badan kupu² itu membengkak dan mengecil manakala sayapnya berkedut dan kering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lelaki tersebut terus membuat pemerhatian kerana sangkaannya pada bila - bila masa sahaja sayap kupu² akan mengembang dan mampu menampung badan kupu² tersebut. Akan tetapi, sangkaanya meleset. Tiada apa² yang berlaku! Kupu² kecil itu menghabiskan sepanjang hayatnya hanya dengan merangkak dengan badannya yang kecil, membengkak dan sayap yang kekeringan. Ia tidak dapat terbang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Diatas dasar perikemanusiaan, lelaki itu telah menolong kupu² itu. Akan tetapi, kesukaran yang dihadapi oleh kupu² itu merupakan satu fasa yang harus ditempuhi olehnya untuk membolehkannya memaksa cecair di dalam badannya untuk mengalir ke sayap agar sayapnya itu mampu menampung badannya apabila ia bersedia untuk terbang selepas keluar dari kepompong tersebut. Kebebasan dan kebolehan untuk terbang hanya boleh dinikmati selepas menghadapi kesukaran. Dengan menolong kupu² tersebut menghadapi kesukaran, lelaki tersebut telah menjejaskan kesihatan kupu² itu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pengajaran:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Kadangkala kesukaran adalah sesuatu yang kita perlukan di dalam hidup. Sekiranya kita melalui hidup tanpa sebarang rintangan, kita akan pincang dalam hidup. Kita tidak akan menjadi lebih kuat untuk menempuhi hari² yang mendatang. Berikan peluang, usah menyesal dengan pilihan yang dilakukan dan jangan sesekali melupakan kekuatan di dalam sebarang kesukaran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That's all for today.......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-6795344270092118753?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6795344270092118753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=6795344270092118753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/6795344270092118753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/6795344270092118753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspirational-story-lifes-struggle.html' title='Inspirational Story: Life&apos;s Struggle'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdlTw69IkwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vXynIziVz7E/s72-c/morning+butterfly.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-5121881047855981096</id><published>2009-04-03T08:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:21:02.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips for Better Life</title><content type='html'>Tips for Better Life from ISHA YOGA (&lt;a href="http://www.ishafoundation.org/" target="_blank"&gt;www.ishafoundation.org&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Sleep for 7 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Play more games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Read more books than you did in 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer. They provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp;amp; under the age of 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Dream more while you are awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. Drink plenty of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. Smile and laugh more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;22. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about. Don't compare your partner with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25. Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;26.. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;27. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;28. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;29. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;31. The best is yet to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;32. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;33. Do the right thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;34. Call your family often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;35. Your inner most is always happy. So be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;36. Each day give something good to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;37. Don't over do. Keep your limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-5121881047855981096?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5121881047855981096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=5121881047855981096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/5121881047855981096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/5121881047855981096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/tips-for-better-life.html' title='Tips for Better Life'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-385812893622798662</id><published>2009-04-02T17:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:13:24.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku di-ngetag lagi oleh si galuh.. cehh punya budak</title><content type='html'>Setelah berkali-kali si &lt;a href="http://galuhcendrakirana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Galuh Cendra Kirana&lt;/a&gt; ni attack aku dengan nak mengetag aku je.... Akhirnya aku mengalah... Nah Galuh... amik kau... Hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Letakkan gambar profile anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSHMAJBByI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zdwxhxW2ZmE/s1600-h/photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320025700097394466" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSHMAJBByI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zdwxhxW2ZmE/s200/photo+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Terangkan apakah makna gambar itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maknanya aku tengah nak tayang muka aku yang cun ni sambil dok tersengih sorang-sorang.. Perasan lawa la 2... Nasib badan la....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Kenapa pilih atau letak gambar tu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kenapa pilih ha??? Sebab gambar 2 bagi aku nampak cam super model.... (hahahaha perasan lagi.. tak cantik ke muka cheq ni???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Tag lagi 5 blogger yang rajin. Orang yang aku nak mengetag ialah:-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*Qaisara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*Edi Hezri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*Fafo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*Teddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*Catlina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-385812893622798662?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/385812893622798662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=385812893622798662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/385812893622798662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/385812893622798662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/aku-di-ngetag-lagi-oleh-si-galuh-cehh.html' title='Aku di-ngetag lagi oleh si galuh.. cehh punya budak'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSHMAJBByI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zdwxhxW2ZmE/s72-c/photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-7601033194640867955</id><published>2009-04-01T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:04:59.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Frog, A Rat, And A Hollywood Agent...</title><content type='html'>A drunk walks up to a barkeeper one day and says, "If I show you a trick will you give me a free drink?" The Barkeep says, "Depends on how good of a trick it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Drunk reaches into his pocket and pulls out a frog and places him behind the piano. The frog starts to play the sweetest jazz riff the barkeeper has ever heard. He pours the drunk his drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk, after killing his drink says, "If I show you another trick can I have another free one?" The barkeep says, "If it is anything like that last one, you can drink free all night." The drunk reaches into his other pocket, pulls out a rat, sets it on top of the piano, and the rat starts scatting along with the frog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressed, the barkeeper starts to pour drinks as fast as the drunk can drink 'em. After several hours, a big time Hollywood agent walks in, sees the act and franticaly asks the barkeeper who it belongs to. The barkeeper points to the drunk who is passed out on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agent wakes him up and says, "I will give you a million dollars for that act." The drunk replies, "Sorry, not for sale". The agent says, "Okay, a hundred grand for just the scatting rat." The drunk thinks for a moment and finally replies, "You got yourself a deal." The agent writes the check and leaves with the rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barkeeper, astonished, looks at the drunk and exclaims, "Are you nuts? You had a million dollar act that you just broke up for a whimpy hundred grand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the drunk replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Relax, the frog is a ventriliquist."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-7601033194640867955?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7601033194640867955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=7601033194640867955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/7601033194640867955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/7601033194640867955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/frog-rat-and-hollywood-agent.html' title='A Frog, A Rat, And A Hollywood Agent...'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-3308720172356367240</id><published>2009-03-31T14:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:06:15.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku terhibur dengan dirinya…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entri kali ni aku nak cerita tentang adik aku yang paling bongsu... Ni pun aku mendapat galakkan dari kawan baik aku si &lt;a href="http://galuhcendrakirana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Galuh Cendra Kirana&lt;/a&gt;, kerana dia aku tergerak hati untuk memperkenalkan adik aku ni kepada semua kawan-kawan blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dahulu aku tak pernah terfikir bahawa aku akan mempunyai adik bongsu yang baru menggantikan adik aku si Taufik.... Sebagai anak sulung... aku dan juga 2 orang adik lelaki aku berasa kami sudah cukup bahagia dan menyayangi antara satu sama lain… walaupun aku dengan adik-adikku membantah dengan sekeras-kerasnya perkahwinan kedua abahku selepas kematian mama aku tapi apa kan daya mogok kami tak menjadi.. Abah aku berkahwin juga dengan ibu tiriku.. Mula-mula hati aku berasa amat benci dengan keluarga baru yang dibina oleh abah aku tapi mungkin Allah S.W.T lebih berkuasa.. Dia maha mengetahui segalanya.. Selepas 5 bulan berkahwin ibu tiriku disahkan mengandung… Tanggal 29hb Januari 2007 adik aku yang paling bongsu dilahirkan dan diberi nama &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ahmad Imran&lt;/span&gt;… sekarang umur dia 2 tahun lebih... Dengan kehadiran adik aku yang paling bongsu, hati aku mula menjadi cair.. kecomelan, kenakalan, kecerdikkan dan yang lain-lain membuatkan aku sentiasa tertawa bila aku melihat gelagat adik aku… sesungguhnya aku amat menyayangi adik-adik aku walaupun adik yang terakhir berlainan ibu… Aku hanya mampu menceritakan secara ringkas sahaja, kalu nak cerita panjang-panjang nanti aku teringat kat arwah mama aku.. Aku akan menangis lagi... Nanti kecian kat hubby aku nak kena beli tisu banyak-banyak untuk aku, banjir rumah aku plak.... hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Di sini aku sertakan gambar-gambar terbaru adik aku.. gelagat si kecik ni ditangkap oleh aku sebelum si dia muntah kerana dipaksa makan ubat… hehehehe Waktu tu aku saja nak testing-testing digital kamera adik aku... tup-tup si Imran ni menerkam laju jer kat aku... dengan mulut terkumit-kumit, dia kata "tatak..tatak... tatak duya.." (Hmmm nak sebut kakak pun tak reti lagi..) dia nak aku tangkap gambar dia.. siap posing lagi.. Pening aku dengan budak kecik ni...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kalu aku tipu orang kata ni anak aku pun orang akan pecaya... muka serupa.. kan..kan..kan...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdG-d1bvCuI/AAAAAAAAACw/HrSwGm-K0tQ/s1600-h/P1020062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319242054670158562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdG-d1bvCuI/AAAAAAAAACw/HrSwGm-K0tQ/s320/P1020062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ni gambar favourite aku sebab aku berjaya buat dia duduk diam-diam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdHAPw6L3lI/AAAAAAAAADQ/c1FOcvufE6Y/s1600-h/Imran+n+Ultraman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319244011960786514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdHAPw6L3lI/AAAAAAAAADQ/c1FOcvufE6Y/s320/Imran+n+Ultraman.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ni lagi aku tak tahan, siap nak bergambar dengan Ultraman dia...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Patung sebelah yang meniarap tu nama "Pak Abu".. Entah kenapa nama patung tu nama orang tua... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdHAPudKj9I/AAAAAAAAADI/Sj2TSaV1EH8/s1600-h/P1020070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319244011302195154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdHAPudKj9I/AAAAAAAAADI/Sj2TSaV1EH8/s320/P1020070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asyik dok suruh aku tangkap gambar dia jer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdHAPa-GX8I/AAAAAAAAADA/TTbuScxqN6E/s1600-h/P1020064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319244006071623618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdHAPa-GX8I/AAAAAAAAADA/TTbuScxqN6E/s320/P1020064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gelak.. Gelak.. Sebab aku marah kat dia, orang suruh senyum lain plak dia buat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdHAPUo8gQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IfVpBD7zgkc/s1600-h/muka+budak+nakal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319244004372283650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdHAPUo8gQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IfVpBD7zgkc/s320/muka+budak+nakal.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Senyuman si Imran kekadang membuatkan aku tak jadi nak marah kat dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdHCxwyOJKI/AAAAAAAAADg/z6796WF6R0g/s1600-h/P1020063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319246795066188962" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdHCxwyOJKI/AAAAAAAAADg/z6796WF6R0g/s320/P1020063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaya macam raja jer.. Ni walaupun kecik kaki buli ni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdHCy5Zrh7I/AAAAAAAAADo/ZBCeiMCPv9A/s1600-h/P1020065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319246814559045554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdHCy5Zrh7I/AAAAAAAAADo/ZBCeiMCPv9A/s320/P1020065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si Imran sibuk tengok rancangan kegemaran dia.. Apa lagi kalu bukan "TOM TOM BAK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdHCziTrdpI/AAAAAAAAADw/7ZDKq2wQbKQ/s1600-h/P1020066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319246825539729042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdHCziTrdpI/AAAAAAAAADw/7ZDKq2wQbKQ/s320/P1020066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ni adik aku yang no. 2 si Taufik yang sedang asyik makan jer... Kalu tak makan keja dia bergaduh dengan si Imran... hehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;p/s:- Nanti kalu ader cerita menarik pasal si Imran, aku akan post dalam blog ni lagi... Tunggu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-3308720172356367240?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3308720172356367240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=3308720172356367240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/3308720172356367240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/3308720172356367240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/aku-terhibur-dengan-dirinya.html' title='Aku terhibur dengan dirinya…'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdG-d1bvCuI/AAAAAAAAACw/HrSwGm-K0tQ/s72-c/P1020062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-5219992704537196986</id><published>2009-03-30T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:37:23.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rahsia Punggung...Yg mana satu anda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bagi mereka-mereka yang mementingkan penampilan punggung.. Tiru macam punggung saya.. hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Punggung dan paha merupakan pusat segala pergerakan badan. Ia menentukan cara kita bergerak memajukan diri kita dalam kehidupan.Terdapat 5 bentuk punggung dan paha iaitu &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;seimbang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;bulat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;rata&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;besar&lt;/span&gt; dan&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; tinggi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yang mana satu anda??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Seimbang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paha dan punggungnya seimbang. Tidak terlalu besar. Tidak terlalu kecil. Tidak terlalu bulat. Tidak terlalu rata. Pemiliknya dikatakan seorang yang tenang dan pemurah. Bakal ibu dan bapa yang baik. Seorang ibu yang sangat penyayang. Seorang bapa yang jelas pemikiran ke mana hala tuju keluarganya dan sangat berjaya dalam kerjayanya. Perjalanan hidup teratur tanpa banyak masalah dan stabil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bulat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individu yang mempunyai punggung yang bulat adalah seseorang yang berjiwa kental, idealistik, periang, sentiasa berseman gat, pandai mengawal perbelanjaan, suka bersosial dan boleh bergaul dengan sesiapa sahaja. Kuat mengharungi segala cabaran hidup sama ada cabaran yang baik atau yang buruk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tinggi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punggung tinggi ke atas. Orang ini dikatakan mempunyai daya seks yang sangat tinggi. Sangat disukai ramai. Tidak kisah dengan kata-kata negative orang lain. Hatinya tidak mudah sensitif dengan kata-kata yang diluahkan orang lain. Suka berseronok. Orang ini suka membuat sesuatu mengikut hati dan perasaan bukan fikiran menyebabkannya sukar mendapat status tinggi dalam masyarakat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Besar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pemilik punggung besar dan paha besar seorang yang romantik. Subur. Sihat. Penuh rasa cinta. Sanggup melakukan apa sahaja demi mencapai cita-cita. Ceria, pemurah dan bijak menguruskan kewangan. Baginya tidak ada yang mustahil. Segalanya boleh diatasi. Jenis no problem. Sentiasa mengukur kejayaan diri dengan jumlah harta dan wang yang mampu dikumpulkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Rata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punggungnya rata atau hampir samarata dengan badan. Ia melambangkan empunya diri yang lurus, bijak danterlalu idealistik. Tidak pandai mencari peluang berniaga. Jika perempuan, ia dikatakan tidak subur dan tidak mempunyai anak lebih dari satu. Tidak mempunyai perancangan masa depan yang jelas. Terlalu berserah kepada keadaan tanpa ada insiatif untuk memajukan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Buat kawan baik saya.. Cik &lt;a href="http://galuhcendrakirana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Galuh Cendra Kirana&lt;/a&gt;.. Sila pilih punggung yang mana 1 hampa punya???? hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-5219992704537196986?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5219992704537196986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=5219992704537196986' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/5219992704537196986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/5219992704537196986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/rahsia-punggungyg-mana-satu-anda.html' title='Rahsia Punggung...Yg mana satu anda'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-6829050303034326456</id><published>2009-03-27T09:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:49:32.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's QUOTES THAT MAKE YOU THINK.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;This week we focus on SPRING...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ScwvXQBI72I/AAAAAAAAACg/MEgP_HPThZc/s1600-h/sakura.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317677336500957026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ScwvXQBI72I/AAAAAAAAACg/MEgP_HPThZc/s200/sakura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!"- &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Robin Williams    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer. - &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Geoffrey B. Charlesworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go. - &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Christopher Morley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations. It is not much matter if things do not turn out well. - &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Charles Dudley Warner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ScwvqsemD9I/AAAAAAAAACo/oAu4xrNMvok/s1600-h/sakura+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317677670558207954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ScwvqsemD9I/AAAAAAAAACo/oAu4xrNMvok/s200/sakura+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in a bad mood. Wait Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.- &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Robert H. Schuller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of its scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.- &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Therese of Lisieux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One swallow does not make a spring; nor does one fine day.- &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aristotle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.- &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An optimist is the human personification of spring.- &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Susan J. Bissonette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.- &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spring time, love is carried on the breeze. Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head.- &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Emma Racine deFleur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.- &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bishop Reginald Heber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.- &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Virgil A. Kraft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! - &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-6829050303034326456?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6829050303034326456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=6829050303034326456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/6829050303034326456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/6829050303034326456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/fridays-quotes-that-make-you-think.html' title='Friday&apos;s QUOTES THAT MAKE YOU THINK.........'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ScwvXQBI72I/AAAAAAAAACg/MEgP_HPThZc/s72-c/sakura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-2672262683567550826</id><published>2009-03-26T09:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:27:24.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WEDDING TEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was a very happy man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My wonderful girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was only one little thing bothering me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was her beautiful younger sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My prospective sister-in-law was twenty-two, wore very tight miniskirts, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and generally was bra-less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She would regularly bend down when she was near me, and I always got more than a nice view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It had to be deliberate. Because she never did it when she was near anyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day her "little" sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was alone when I arrived, and she whispered to me that she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She told me that she wanted me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I was in total shock, and couldn't say a word. She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want one last wild fling, just come up and get me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stood there for a moment, then turned and made a bee line straight to the front door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I opened the door, and headed straight towards my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To my surprise, my entire future family was standing outside, all clapping! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With tears in his eyes, my father-in-law hugged me and said, "We are very happy that you have passed our little test."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We couldn't ask for a betterman for our daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Welcome to the family."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And the moral of this story is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Always keep your condoms in your car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-2672262683567550826?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2672262683567550826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=2672262683567550826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/2672262683567550826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/2672262683567550826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/wedding-test.html' title='THE WEDDING TEST'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-8557223918214915596</id><published>2009-03-25T11:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:40:07.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ScmmnnxhgYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xp0OXe60AsI/s1600-h/father+%26+daughter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316964034709389698" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ScmmnnxhgYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xp0OXe60AsI/s200/father+%26+daughter.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"There's a big difference," replied the little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This message is too short......but carries a lot of Feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-8557223918214915596?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8557223918214915596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=8557223918214915596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8557223918214915596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8557223918214915596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-message.html' title='A Beautiful Message'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/ScmmnnxhgYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xp0OXe60AsI/s72-c/father+%26+daughter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-8676835611595551518</id><published>2009-03-24T09:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:13:07.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Are Quick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kids grow so fast nowadays... They are smart and know how to reply back even though the answer may not correct... Just like my 2 years old brother... whenever I ask him what he like to watch on TV and his answer is "TOM TOM BAK"... "TOM TOM BAK".....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He like Aznil Hj. Nawawi so much, it's like his idol... I enjoy looking at him all the time... He's getting smart day by day... I haven't uploaded his photo and video yet.. maybe in future... hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;: Maria, go to the map and find North America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIA: Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;: Correct. Now class, who discovered America ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASS: Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;: John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN: You told me to do it without using tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;: Glenn, how do you spell 'crocodile?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLENN: K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;: No, that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLENN: Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONALD: H I J K L M N O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;: What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONALD: Yesterday you said it's H to O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;: Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINNIE: Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;: Glen, why do you always get so dirty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLEN: Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;: Millie, give me a sentence starting with 'I.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILLIE: I is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;: No, Millie..... Always say, 'I am.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILLIE: All right... 'I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;: George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted it. Now, Louie, do you know why his father didn't punish him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS: Because George still had the axe in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;: Now, Simon, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMON: No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;: Clyde , your composition on 'My Dog' is exactly the same as your brother's. Did you copy his?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLYDE : No, sir. It's the same dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;: Harold, what do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAROLD: A teacher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-8676835611595551518?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8676835611595551518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=8676835611595551518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8676835611595551518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/8676835611595551518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-are-quick.html' title='Kids Are Quick'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-2758059978986183324</id><published>2009-03-23T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:36:41.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMERGENCY LEAVE .....</title><content type='html'>"Boss, sayer nak mintak emergency leave boss..... &lt;div&gt;betul boss, saya serious nih..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya tak tipu, terpaksa ambik emergency leave nih.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gambarnya pun saya hantar sekali nih boss... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tolonglah boss, betul boss, saya tak tipu ...... sungguh....... Tengoklah gambar nih bosss..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scroll...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scroll...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scroll...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scroll...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SccfWGyoX8I/AAAAAAAAACI/UzmrLQFnNx0/s1600-h/emergency+leaveboss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316252349774716866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SccfWGyoX8I/AAAAAAAAACI/UzmrLQFnNx0/s200/emergency+leaveboss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahahahahaha......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jangan Buat camni tau... hehehehe pekerja yang berdedikasi... Hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-2758059978986183324?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2758059978986183324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=2758059978986183324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/2758059978986183324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/2758059978986183324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/emergency-leave.html' title='EMERGENCY LEAVE .....'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SccfWGyoX8I/AAAAAAAAACI/UzmrLQFnNx0/s72-c/emergency+leaveboss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-7789455295207789816</id><published>2009-03-20T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:12:18.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untuk Lelaki yg Bergelar Suami - Hargailah Isteri Anda....</title><content type='html'>Mulianya seorang isteri disisi Allah...&lt;br /&gt;Dan betapa berharganya wanita yang bergelar isteri ini pada keluarga, suami dan anak-anak&lt;br /&gt;Rugi dan binasalah suami-suami yang tidak menghargai isteri&lt;br /&gt;mereka kerana isteri inilah yang akan membantu mereka di akhirat kelak.&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah buruk mana isteri anda, sayangilah mereka.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beruntungnya seorang wanita yg ada rahim ini ialah dia bekerja dengan Tuhan... jadi 'kilang ' manusia.&lt;br /&gt;Tiap-tiap bulan dia diberi cuti bergaji penuh...&lt;br /&gt;7 sehingga 15 hari sebulan dia tak wajib sembahyang tetapi Allah anggap diwaktu itu sembahyang terbaik darinya.&lt;br /&gt;Cuti bersalin juga sehingga 60 hari. Cuti ini bukan cuti suka hati tapi cuti yang Allah beri sebab dia bekerja dengan Allah.&lt;br /&gt;Orang lelaki tak ada cuti dari sembahyang.. . sembahyang wajib baginya dari baligh sehingga habis nyawanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi berita gembira untuk wanita, Sepanjang dia mengandung Allah sentiasa mengampunkan dosanya,&lt;br /&gt;Lahir saja bayi seluruh dosanya habis.&lt;br /&gt;Inilah nikmat Tuhan beri kepada wanita, jadi kenapa perlu takut nak beranak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilah kita pegang kepada tali Allah.&lt;br /&gt;Seandainya wanita itu mati sewaktu bersalin, itu dianggap mati syahid,&lt;br /&gt;Allah izinkan terus masuk Syurga.&lt;br /&gt;Untuk orang kafir dia tak dapat masuk Syurga tapi Allah beri kelonggaran siksa kubur.&lt;br /&gt;Untuk peringatan semua wanita yang bersuami seluruh kebaikan suaminya, semuanya isteri dapat pahala tetapi dosa-dosa suami dia tak tanggung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diakhirat nanti seorang wanita solehah akan terperanjat dengan pahala extra yang banyak dia terima diatas segala kebaikan suaminya yang tak disedari.&lt;br /&gt;Contohnya bila dia redha suaminya pergi berjemaah di masjid atau ke majlis ilmu, bersedekah.. ganjaran Alah keatasnya jua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila dia lihat suaminya tengah terhegeh-hegeh di titian Sirat dia tak nak masuk syuga tanpa suaminya, jadi dia pun memberi pahalanya kepada suami untuk lepas masuk syurga.&lt;br /&gt;Didunia lagi, kalau suami dalam kesusahan isteri boleh bantu tambah lagi di akhirat.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau seorang isteri asyik merungut,mulut selalu muncung terhadap suami dia tak akan dapat pahala extra ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manakala suami pula mempunyai tugas-tugas berat didalam dan diluar rumah, segala dosa-dosa anak isteri yang tak dididik dia akan tanggung ditambah lagi dengan dosa-dosa yang lain..&lt;br /&gt;Dinasihatkan kepada semua wanita supaya faham akan syariat Allah agar tidak derhaka denganNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya wanita dijadikan daripada rusuk kiri lelaki.&lt;br /&gt;Dia bukan dicipta dari kepala ke kaki,juga bukan dari tapak kaki.&lt;br /&gt;Dia dicipta dari sebelah rusuk kiri lelaki supaya dia hampir kepada kamu (lelaki) ,&lt;br /&gt;lengan lelaki dicipta untuk mempertahankan wanita,&lt;br /&gt;dekat dengan hati lelaki untuk disayangi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Woman was made from the rib of man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;She was not created from his head to top him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nor form his feet to be stepped upon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;She was made from his side to be close to him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;From beneath his arm to be protected by him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Near his heart to be loved by him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Wahai Tuhan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ku tak layak ke syurgamu ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;namun tak pula aku sanggup ke nerakamu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;kamilah hamba yang mengharap belas darimu ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Ya Allah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;jadikanlah kami hamba2 mu yang bertaqwa .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ampunkan dosa2 kami, kedua  ibubapa kami, dosa semua umat2 islam yang masih hidup mahupun yang telah meninggal dunia"......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Kubur itu gelap, cahayanya ialah Laa Ilaaha IllalLah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Jika diletakkan langit dan bumi di sebelah dacing, dan kalimah ini di  sebelah yang satu lagi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;pasti lebih berat lagi nilai kalimah 'Laa ilaaha illalLah' ini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rasulullah saw. bersabda (mafhumnya):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Wahai manusia! Ucaplah  'Laa ilaaha illalLah', kamu pasti berjaya!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Marilah kita ucapkan kalimah ini: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Laa ilaaha illallah!" x 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-7789455295207789816?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7789455295207789816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=7789455295207789816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/7789455295207789816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/7789455295207789816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/untuk-lelaki-yg-bergelar-suami.html' title='Untuk Lelaki yg Bergelar Suami - Hargailah Isteri Anda....'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-6553461405787131243</id><published>2009-03-19T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:34:00.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Woman...</title><content type='html'>A young man finds the woman of his dreams and asks her to marry him. He tells his mother he wants her to meet his fiance, but he wants to make a bit of a game out of it. He says he'll bring the girl over with two other women and see if his mother can guess which is the one he wants to marry. His mother agrees to the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, he shows up at his mother's house with three beautiful young ladies. They all sit down on the couch, and everyone has a wonderful evening talking and getting to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the evening, the young man asks his mother, "OK, Mom, which one is the woman I want to marry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any hesitation at all, his mother replies, "The one in the middle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man is astounded. "How in the world did you figure it out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Easy," she says. "I don't like her."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-6553461405787131243?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6553461405787131243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=6553461405787131243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/6553461405787131243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/6553461405787131243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-woman.html' title='The Perfect Woman...'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-679073261120627999</id><published>2009-03-18T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:10:37.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wonderful story.. which one will u choose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry.. Please come in and have something to eat." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Is the man of the house home?", they asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No", she replied. "He's out." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Then we cannot come in", they replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The woman went out and invited the men in" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"We do not go into a House together," they replied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the old men explained: "His name is &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wealth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wealth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Let him come and fill our home with &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wealth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Success&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Our home will then be filled with &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Go out and invite &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be our guest."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Please come in and be our guest." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wealth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Success&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "I only invited &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Why are you coming in?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The old men replied together: "If you had invited &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wealth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Success&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, there is also &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wealth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Success&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a very good story for all of you.. Enjoy reading...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-679073261120627999?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/679073261120627999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=679073261120627999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/679073261120627999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/679073261120627999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/wonderful-story-which-one-will-u-choose.html' title='A wonderful story.. which one will u choose?'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-2317680214678578254</id><published>2009-03-17T09:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:09:48.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Grow Old With You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sb74IW9JF5I/AAAAAAAAACA/6w9oqMDU86g/s1600-h/wedding+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313957432828434322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sb74IW9JF5I/AAAAAAAAACA/6w9oqMDU86g/s200/wedding+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple had been married for 40 years and also celebrated their 60th birthdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the celebration, a fairy appeared and said that because they had been such a loving couple all these years, she would give them one wish each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the faithful, loving spouse for all these years, naturally the wife wanted for herself and her husband to have a romantic vacation together, so she wished for them to travel around the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fairy waved her wand and boom! The wife had the tickets in her hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, it was the husband`s turn and the fairy assured him he could have any wish he wanted, all he needed to do was ask for his heart`s desire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He paused for a moment, and then said, "Well, honestly, I`d like to have a woman 30 years younger than me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fairy picked up her wand and kazoom" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The husband turned 90.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-2317680214678578254?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2317680214678578254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=2317680214678578254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/2317680214678578254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/2317680214678578254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wanna-grow-old-with-you.html' title='I Wanna Grow Old With You...'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sb74IW9JF5I/AAAAAAAAACA/6w9oqMDU86g/s72-c/wedding+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-6459516402952965336</id><published>2009-03-16T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:41:39.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soalan Psikologi buat lelaki-lelaki bujang.. Hahaha</title><content type='html'>Beberapa hari lepas, ada seorang sahabat saya telah bertanya satu soalan psikologi yang saya kira sangat menarik. Ianya bukan sembarangan soalan kerana daripada jawapan yang diberikan, anda dapat mengetahui sebab mengapa seseorang itu memilih pasangan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun ia cuma ramalan psikologi, namun ada juga kebenarannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak tahu apa soalan tersebut? Baik, saya kongsikan dengan anda. Soalannya berbunyi begini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada 5 perkara berlaku serentak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1. Air mendidih kat dapur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2. Air paip melimpah kat bilik air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3. Bayi menangis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;4. Telefon berbunyi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5. Ada orang ketuk pintu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau anda diberi pilihan, apakah perkara yang anda akan 'settle' kan terlebih dahulu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda dikehendaki untuk susun perkara 1 ~ 5 tersebut mengikut kepentingan dan keutamaan yang anda fikirkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua perkara tersebut mestilah diselesaikan.&lt;br /&gt;Susunlah ikut perkara yang anda rasa lebih penting untuk diselesaikan dahulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bayangkan anda sedang mengalami keadaan seperti itu sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;Fikirkan dan timbangkan, apakah perkara yang anda akan selesaikan mengikut keutamaan anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fikir… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fikir… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fikir… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fikir…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fikir… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, dah habis fikir dan buat keputusan?&lt;br /&gt;Nak tahu apakah fakta terselindung disebalik jawapan yang anda berikan?&lt;br /&gt;Baik, mari kita semak jawapan anda…&lt;br /&gt;Apakah ciri/sifat/perkara yang anda utama dan pentingkan dalam memilih pasangan anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kalau anda memilih untuk menutup air medidih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : menandakan anda mementingkan keselamatan dan kebolehan 'si dia' untuk membimbing anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kalau anda memilih untuk menutup pili air yang melimpah di bilik air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : menandakan anda mementingkan kekayaan,wang ringgit dan harta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kalau anda memilih untuk memujuk bayi yang menangis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : menandakan anda mementingkan cinta dan kasih sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kalau anda memilih untuk mengangkat telefon yang sedang berbunyi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : menandakan anda mementingkan akhlak, budi bahasa dan perlakuan pasangan anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kalau anda memilih untuk membuka pintu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : menandakan anda mementingkan rupa paras, fizikal luaran dan personaliti pasangan anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaa macammana dengan keputusan anda? Bagus? Anda boleh bertanya soalan ini kepada rakan-rakan anda untuk mengetahui apakah perkara-perkara yang mereka utamakan dalam memilih pasangan hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Mencuba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-6459516402952965336?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6459516402952965336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=6459516402952965336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/6459516402952965336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/6459516402952965336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/beberapa-hari-lepas-ada-seorang-sahabat.html' title='Soalan Psikologi buat lelaki-lelaki bujang.. Hahaha'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-3191461537432306917</id><published>2009-03-13T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:42:23.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rahsia perempuan yang lelaki perlu tahu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tips especially utk yg baru kahwin, baru bercinta dan jugak yg dah lama kahwin tapi masih x tahu @ faham perasaan isteri.................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. Bila sorang wanita mengatakan dia sedang bersedih,tetapi dia tidak menitiskan airmata,itu bermakna dia sedang menangis di dalam hatinya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. Bila dia tidak menghiraukan kamu selepas kamu menyakiti hatinya,lebih baik kamu beri dia masa untuk menenangkan hatinya semula sebelum kamu menegur dengan ucapan maaf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. Wanita sukar nak cari benda yang dia benci tentang orang yang paling dia sayang(sebab itu ramai wanita yang patah hati bila hubungan itu putus di tengah jalan). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. Sekiranya sorang wanita jatuh cinta dengan sorang lelaki,lelaki itu akan sentiasa ada di fikirannya walaupun ketika dia sedang keluar dengan lelaki lain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5. Bila lelaki yang dia suka dan cinta merenung tajam ke dalam matanya,dia akan cair seperti coklat!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. Wanita memang sukakan pujian tetapi selalu tidak tau macam mana nak menerima pujian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7. Ji! ka kamu tidak suka dengan gadis yang sukakan kamu separuh mati,tolak cintanya dengan lembut,jangan berkasar sebab ada satu semangat dalam diri wanita yang kamu tak akan tahu bila dia dah buat keputusan,dia akan lakukan apa saja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8. Sekiranya sorang gadis mula menjauhkan diri darimu selepas kamu tolak cintanya,biarkan dia untuk seketika.Sekiranya kamu masih ingin menganggap dia sorang kawan,cubalah tegur dia perlahan-lahan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9. Wanita suka meluahkan apa yang mereka rasa.Muzik,puisi,lukisan dan tulisan adalah cara termudah mereka meluahkan isi hati mereka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10. Jangan sesekali beritahu perempuan yang mereka ni lansung tak berguna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;11. Bersikap terlalu serius boleh mematikan mood wanita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12. Bila pertama kali lelaki yang dicintainya dalam diam memberikan respon positif,misalnya menghubunginya melalui telefon,si gadis akan bersikap acuh tak acuh seolah-olah tidak berminat,tetapi sebaik saja ganggang diletakkan,dia akan menjerit kesukaan dan ! tak sampai sepuluh minit,semua rakan-rakannya akan tahu berita tersebut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;13. Sekuntum senyuman memberi seribu erti bagi wanita.Jadi jangan senyum sebarangan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;14. Jika kamu menyukai sorang wanita,cubalah mulakan dengan persahabatan.Kemudian biarkan dia mengenalimu dengan lebih mendalam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;15. Jika sorang wanita memberi seribu satu alasan setiap kali kamu ajak keluar,tinggalkan dia sebab dia memang tak berminat denganmu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;16. Tetapi jika dalam masa yang sama dia menghubungimu atau menunggu panggilan darimu,teruskan usahamu untuk memikatnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;17. Jangan sesekali mengagak apa yang dirasakannya.Tanya dia sendiri!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;18. Selepas sorang gadis jatuh cinta,dia akan sering tertanya-tanya kenapalah aku tak jumpa lelaki ini lebih awal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;25. Cinta bermaksud kesetiaan, ambil berat, jujur dan kebahagiaan tanpa sebarang kompromi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;26. Semua wanita mahukan sorang lelaki yang cintakan mereka sepenuh hati.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;27. Senjata wanita adalah airmata!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;28. Wanita suka jika sesekali orang yang disayanginya mengadakan surprise buatnya(hadiah,bunga atau sekadar kad ucapan romantis).Mereka akan rasa terharu dan merasakan bahawa dirinya dicintai setulus hati.Dengan i! ni dia tak akan ragu-ragu terhadapmu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;29. Wanita mudah jatuh hati pada lelaki yang ambil berat tentang mereka dan baik terhadapnya.So,kalau nak memikat wanita pandai-pandailah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;30. Sebenarnya mudah mengambil hati wanita kerana apa yang dia mahu&lt;br /&gt;hanyalah perasaan dicintai dan disayangi sepenuh jiwa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-3191461537432306917?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3191461537432306917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=3191461537432306917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/3191461537432306917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/3191461537432306917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/rahsia-perempuan-yang-lelaki-perlu-tahu.html' title='Rahsia perempuan yang lelaki perlu tahu...'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-1459949376460528150</id><published>2009-03-12T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:38:26.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sekadar donden penglipurlara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kisah 4 Pengantin Baru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak Minah dan Pak Mat ada 4 org anak perempuan yang sangat disayangi iaitu Siti, Seri, Murni dan Suri. Satu hari mereka berpakat utk kawinkan anak2 ni serentak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas selamat diijabkabulkan, ke-empat2 anak tu pun bercadang untuk pegi honeymoon.. Siti pegi honeymoon ke Pulau Langkawi, Seri ke Pulau Tioman, Murni ke Pulau Kapas dan Suri ke Pulau Pangkor. Sebelum pegi Mak Minah dan Pak Mat berpesan, 'nanti jgn lupa hantar berita pada mak dan ayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritakan macam mana honeymoon korang. Tak payah tulis panjang2, pakai &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kod iklan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; aja dah cukup. Ringkas, padat dan cepat.' panjang lebar Mak Minah memberi arahan pada anak2nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seminggu lepas tu depa terimalah surat dari Siti yang bertulis &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Standard Chartered'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . Tercari2lah kedua suami isteri ni iklan Standard Chartered dan bila jumpa tersenyum le kedua2nya membaca iklan yang bertulis &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Besar, teguh dan peramah'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. Bahagialah Si Siti rupanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esoknya terima pula surat Seri yang bertulis &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'Nescafe'&lt;/span&gt;. Carilah iklan Nescafe dan tersenyum lagi keduanya membaca iklan yangbertulis &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Nikmatnya hingga ke titisan yang terakhir'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bahagialah Si Seri rupanya.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selang beberapa hari kemudian, tiba pula surat Murni bertulis &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'KFC'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Carilah iklan KFC dan tersenyum keduanya membaca iklan yang bertulis &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Hingga Menjilat Jari'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Bahagialah Si Murni rupanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seminggu berlalu, tiada surat dari Suri, Mak Minah dan Pak Mat dah risau. Dua Minggu... tak ada jugak.. masuk minggu ke tiga baru sampai surat dari Suri dengan isi kandungannya &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'AIR ASIA '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bergegas le Mak Minah cari iklan penerbangan tu sbb tak sabar nak tau apa yg jadi kat anak bongsunya. Biladibaca. Mak Minah dan Pak Mat terkulat2 tak tau nak senyum atau menangis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa motto iklan itu...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'7 KALI SEMINGGU..3 JAM SEKALI.. TANPA HENTI'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAH KAH KAH -YG SEDANG MEMBACA NI BUKAN MAIN TERSENGIH LEBARLAH YEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha lain kali sapa ader anak2 @ saudara perempuan yang baru kawin &amp;amp; nak tau aper2 rahsia daripada dia orang jgn lupa pakai &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kod iklan&lt;/span&gt; ok....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-1459949376460528150?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1459949376460528150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=1459949376460528150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/1459949376460528150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/1459949376460528150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/sekadar-donden-penglipurlara-kisah-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-7671063392557434732</id><published>2009-03-11T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:33:42.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence from Work !!!!</title><content type='html'>The boss wondered why one of his most valued employee was absent but had not phoned in sick one day. Needing to have an urgent problem with one of the main computers resolved, he dialed the employee's home phone number and was greeted with a child's whisper. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;' Hello ? '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is your daddy home?' he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;' Yes ,'&lt;/span&gt; whispered the small voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I talk with him?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child whispered, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;' No '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, 'Is your Mommy there?' &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;' Yes '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'May I talk with her?' Again the small voice whispered,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ' No '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, 'Is anybody else there?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;' Yes , '&lt;/span&gt; whispered the child, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;' a policeman '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked, 'May I speak with the policeman?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;' No, he's busy '&lt;/span&gt; whispered the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Busy doing what?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;' Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman '&lt;/span&gt; came the whispered answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing more worried as he heard a loud noise in the background through the earpiece on the phone, the boss asked, 'What is that noise?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;' A helicopter '&lt;/span&gt; answered the whispering voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What is going on there?' demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive. Again, whispering, the child answered, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;' The search team just landed a helicopter '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrated the boss asked, 'What are they searching for?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled giggle... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;' ME .. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-7671063392557434732?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7671063392557434732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=7671063392557434732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/7671063392557434732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/7671063392557434732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/absence-from-work.html' title='Absence from Work !!!!'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-5336975776156785739</id><published>2009-03-10T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:07:00.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids on Love and Marriage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SbXKsOzTPEI/AAAAAAAAABk/N077RECrKCM/s1600-h/wedding+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SbXEd9oQvGI/AAAAAAAAABU/uP9jPNraXEE/s1600-h/wedding+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311367354592050274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SbXEd9oQvGI/AAAAAAAAABU/uP9jPNraXEE/s200/wedding+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY?&lt;/span&gt; "You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming." Alan, age 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with." Kirsten, age 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED?&lt;/span&gt; "Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then." Camille, age 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No age is good to get married at. You got to be a fool to get married." Freddie, age 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?&lt;/span&gt; "Married people usually look happy to talk to other people." Eddie, age 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids." Derrick, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?&lt;/span&gt; "Both don't want no more kids." Lori, age 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?&lt;/span&gt; "Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough." Lynnette, age 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"On the first date, they just tell each other lies, and that usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date." Martin, age 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THAT WAS TURNING SOUR?&lt;/span&gt; "I'd run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns." Craig, age 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;WHEN IS IT OK TO KISS SOMEONE?&lt;/span&gt; "When they're rich." Pam, age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with that." Curt, age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It's the right thing to do." Howard, age 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?&lt;/span&gt; "I don't know which is better, but I'll tell you one thing. I'm never going to have sex with my wife. I don't want to be all grossed out." Theodore, age 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's better for girls to be single, but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them." Anita, age 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Single is better, for the simple reason that I wouldn't want to change no diapers. Of course, if I did get married, I'd just phone my mother and have her come over for some coffee and diaper-changing." Kirsten, age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN'T GET MARRIED?&lt;/span&gt; "There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there?" Kelvin, age 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You can be sure of one thing - the boys would come chasing after us just the same as they do now." Roberta, age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?&lt;/span&gt; "If you want to last with your man, you should wear a lot of sexy clothes, especially underwear that is red and maybe has a few diamonds on it." Lori, age 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tell your wife that she looks pretty even if she looks like a truck." Ricky, age 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-5336975776156785739?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5336975776156785739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=5336975776156785739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/5336975776156785739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/5336975776156785739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-on-love-and-marriage.html' title='Kids on Love and Marriage...'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SbXEd9oQvGI/AAAAAAAAABU/uP9jPNraXEE/s72-c/wedding+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-2608453485431773781</id><published>2009-03-05T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:58:42.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Husband Store</title><content type='html'>A store that sells husbands has just opened in Ottawa where a woman may go to choose a husband from among many men. The store is comprised of 6 floors, and the men increase in positive attributes as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch. As you open the door to any floor you may choose a man from that floor, but if you go up a floor, you cannot go back down except to exit the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a woman goes to the shopping center to find a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor the sign on the door reads: "Floor 1 - These men have jobs." The woman reads the sign and says to herself, "Well, that's better than my last boyfriend, but I wonder what's further up?" So up she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor sign reads: "Floor 2 - These men have jobs and love kids." The woman remarks to herself, "That's great, but I wonder what's further up?" And up she goes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third floor sign reads: "Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love kids, and are extremely good looking." "Hmmm, better." she says. "But I wonder what's upstairs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth floor sign reads: "Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, and help with the housework." "Wow!" exclaims the woman, "very tempting. BUT, there must be more further up!" And again she heads up another flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth floor sign reads: "Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak." "Oh, mercy me! But just think what must be awaiting me further on?" So up to the sixth floor she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sixth floor sign reads: "Floor 6 - You are visitor 3,456,789,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-2608453485431773781?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2608453485431773781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=2608453485431773781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/2608453485431773781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/2608453485431773781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/husband-store.html' title='The Husband Store'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-3059061880829005959</id><published>2009-03-02T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:44:22.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Female Logic... Girl Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sas5zKG1zZI/AAAAAAAAABM/R3rgGjy9xsg/s1600-h/thai_new_vios_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308400136835419538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sas5zKG1zZI/AAAAAAAAABM/R3rgGjy9xsg/s200/thai_new_vios_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all men and boys out there... Hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A married couple is driving along a highway doing a steady forty miles perhour. The wife is behind the wheel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her husband suddenly looks across at her and speaks in a clear voice."Darling," he says. "I know we've been married for twenty years, but I want a divorce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The wife says nothing, keeps looking at the road ahead but slowly increasesher speed to 45 mph.The husband speaks again. "I don't want you to try and talk me out ofit,"he says, "because I've been having an affair with your best friend, and she's a far better lover than you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Again the wife stays quiet, but grips the steering wheel more tightly andslowly increases the speed to 55.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He pushes his luck. "I want the house," he says insistently. Up to 60. "I want the car, too," he continues 65 mph."And," he says, "I'll have the bank accounts, all the credit cards and the boat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The car slowly starts veering towards a massive concrete bridge.This makes him a wee bit nervous, so he asks her: "Isn't there anything you want?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wife at last replies - in a quiet and controlled voice."No, I've got everything I need." she says."Oh, really?" he inquires, "sowhat have you got?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just before they slam into the wall at 75 mph, the wife turns to him and smiles."The airbag."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never underestimate how a woman thinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story don't buy Toyota VIOS E as it has only one airbag. The husband sure die laa and wife got everything. If WAJA both will jalan (no airbag) unless WAJA premium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-3059061880829005959?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3059061880829005959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=3059061880829005959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/3059061880829005959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/3059061880829005959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/female-logic-girl-power.html' title='Female Logic... Girl Power'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/Sas5zKG1zZI/AAAAAAAAABM/R3rgGjy9xsg/s72-c/thai_new_vios_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-3592272475976041671</id><published>2009-02-27T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:40:49.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's All About Giving"</title><content type='html'>Little Stuart was a shy, little boy. One day he came home and told his mother that he wanted to make a valentine for everyone in his class. Her heart sank. She thought, "I wish he wouldn't do that!" because she had watched the children when they walked home from school. Her Stuart was always behind them. They laughed and hung on to each other and talked to each other. But Stuart was never included. Nevertheless, she decided she would go along with her son. So she purchased the paper and glue and crayons. For three weeks, night after night, Stuart painstakingly made 35 valentines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day dawned, and Stuart was beside himself with excitement. He carefully stacked them up, put them in a bag, and bolted out the door. His mother decided to bake him his favorite cookies and serve them nice and warm with a cool glass of milk when he came home from school. She just knew he would be disappointed and maybe that would ease the pain a little. It hurt her to think that he wouldn't get many valentines - maybe none at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon she had the cookies and milk on the table. When she heard the children outside, she looked out the window. Sure enough, there they came, laughing and having the best time. And, as always, there was Stuart in the rear. He walked a little faster than usual. She fully expected him to burst into tears as soon as he got inside. His arms were empty, she noticed, and when the door opened she choked back the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy has some cookies and milk for you," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he hardly heard her words. He just marched right on by, his face aglow, and all he could say was: "Not a one. Not a one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart sank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he added, "I didn't forget a one, not a single one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Rex Barker, reminding us to see the inner joy of a child giving something and to understand that true joy comes from giving and helping others, not by receiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-3592272475976041671?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3592272475976041671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=3592272475976041671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/3592272475976041671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/3592272475976041671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-all-about-giving.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s All About Giving&quot;'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-7098900424507708092</id><published>2009-02-23T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:12:41.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses, Excuses...</title><content type='html'>A senior citizen in Florida bought a brand new Mercedes convertible. He took off down the road, flooring it to 80 mph and enjoying the wind blowing through what little hair he had left on his head."This is great," he thought as he roared on down I-75.He pushed the pedal to the metal even more. Then he looked in his rear view mirror and saw a highway patrol trooper behind him, blue lights flashing and siren blaring."I can get away from him with no problem," thought the man and he tromped on it some more, and flew down the road at over 100 mph, then 110, 120mph. Then he thought, "What am I doing? I'm too old for this kind of thing."He pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the trooper to catch up with him. The trooper pulled in behind the Mercedes, and walked up to the man. "Sir," he said, looking at his watch. "My shift ends in 30 minutes and today is Friday. If you can give me any reason why you were speeding, that I've never heard before, I'll let you go."The man looked at the trooper and said, "Years ago my wife ran off with a Florida State trooper, and I thought you were bringing her back."The trooper replied, "Sir, have a nice day."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-7098900424507708092?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7098900424507708092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=7098900424507708092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/7098900424507708092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/7098900424507708092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/02/excuses-excuses.html' title='Excuses, Excuses...'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-4220779108235466818</id><published>2009-02-23T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:08:07.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rex Barker here with "A LESSON FROM DAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is one of my favourite story that I would like to share with all of my friend....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus. Finally, there was only one family between us and the ticket counter. This family made a big impression on me. There were eight children, all probably under the age of 12. You could tell they didn't have a lot of money. Their clothes were not expensive, but they were clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were well-behaved, all of them standing in line, two-by- two behind their parents, holding hands. They were excitedly jabbering about the clowns, elephants and other acts they would see that night. One could sense they had never been to the circus before. It promised to be a highlight of their young lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father and mother were at the head of the pack standing proud as could be. The mother was holding her husband's hand, looking up at him as if to say, "You're my knight in shiningarmor." He was smiling and basking in pride, looking at her as if to reply, "You got that right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ticket lady asked the father how many tickets he wanted. He proudly responded, "Please let me buy eight children's tickets and two adult tickets so I can take my family to the circus." The ticket lady quoted the price. The man's wife let go of his hand, her head dropped, the man's lip began to quiver. The father leaned a little closer and asked, "How much did you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ticket lady again quoted the price. The man didn't have enough money. How was he supposed to turn and tell his eight kids that he didn't have enough money to take them to the circus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing what was going on, my dad put his hand into his pocket, pulled out a $20 bill and dropped it on the ground. (We were not wealthy in any sense of the word!) My father reached down, picked up the bill, tapped the man on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The man knew what was going on. He wasn't begging for a handout but certainly appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking, embarrassing situation. He looked straight into my dad's eyes, took my dad's hand in both of his, squeezed tightly onto the $20 bill, and with his lip quivering and a tear streaming down his cheek, he replied, "Thank you, thank you, sir. This really means a lot to me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My father and I went back to our car and drove home. We didn't go to the circus that night, but we didn't go without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Rex Barker, reminding you that sometimes self sacrifice is the greatest present of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-4220779108235466818?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4220779108235466818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=4220779108235466818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/4220779108235466818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/4220779108235466818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2009/02/rex-barker-here-with-lesson-from-dad.html' title='Rex Barker here with &quot;A LESSON FROM DAD'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-4688223359331533776</id><published>2008-09-22T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:06:14.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rindu mama!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Bila hari raya nak menjelang aku mula rasa sunyi dan sedih bukan kerana aku tak mempunyai keluarga sendiri tapi kerana mengingati arwah mama aku yang hampir 3 tahun telah meninggalkan aku &amp;amp; adik-adik aku. Terdengar jer lagu raya hati aku mula sayu, kalu dengar takbir raya terus aku melalak… Tambah-tambahan plak lagi 10 hari kita nak beraya… Memang aku tak leh nak control feeling aku. Bukan sebab aku mengada-ngada, sebab maybe yang akan kata “ala camtu pun nak nangis relax la.. yang pergi tu dah pergi, sudah!!!” Bukan aku saja nak jadi camtu tapi bila aku rindu giler kat arwah mama aku. Sejak mama takda hidup aku jadi tak tentu arah, raya pun sudah takda makna untuk aku &amp;amp; adik-adik aku… &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SNcZRm3LTUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jYU6jlcis1M/s1600-h/mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248691681004047682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SNcZRm3LTUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jYU6jlcis1M/s320/mama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bagi abah aku maybe la bermakna lagi sebab dia dah kahwin lain, dah ada family lain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tahun ni aku akan balik ke Negeri Sembilan, kampung belah suami aku yang tersayang. Kecian kat adik aku sebab tahun ni dia beraya sendirian. Abah aku balik rumah mak mertua dia, adik aku pasti tak akan ikut punya. Adik aku yg no.2 kerja tahun ni kalu balik pun dalam petang raya so tinggal la adik aku yang baru umur 15 tahun tu kat rumah sorang-sorang dipagi raya… Dia ada kata kat aku.. “kak..kak.. kalu arwah mama ada mesti taufik takkan raya sorang-sorang kan?...” berderai airmata aku dikala adik aku meluahkan perasaan hati dia. Tahun sebelum ni aku bersama dia tapi tahun ni dia bersendirian. Adik aku kata dia rela bersendirian dari menagih simpati orang dipagi raya, nak balik rumah tok aku pun dia tak mau kalu aku dan adik aku tak ada sekali… Sebab utama tok aku suka marah dan membebel kat dia, sedangkan tok aku tak faham apa yang dia dah lalui dalam hidup dia… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seingat aku bila time nak raya aku dengan arwah mama aku mesti akan bergaduh, bukannya apa yelah masing-masing sibuk nak menyiapkan rumah untuk raya.. selalunya sehari sebelum raya memang akan perang besar punya la.. Dah la aku ni pemalas mama aku plak terlebih excited apa lagi meletup la bom dia.. Hehehehe La aku memang merindui semua itu. Sapa nak gaduh dengan aku sehari sebelum raya, mak tiri aku memang Nampak cam tak amik tau yelah sebab dia bukannya pemilik rumah tu. Cam arwah mama aku lain la, dia dengan abah aku yang susah payah membeli rumah so mesti la nak rumah dia cantik kan lagipun dia selalu kata “mama nak duduk rumah ni sampai mama mati.. tak nak beli rumah lain dah..” memang termakbul doa mama kan, mama meninggal pun dalam rumah dia.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam aku baru balik dari cuci kubur arwah mama, bila time nak balik mesti berat kaki aku nak melangkah. Aku rasa cam mama nak aku duduk kat situ dan mengaji untuk dirinya. Selalunya tiap-tiap pagi raya aku akan ke kubur tapi tahun ni tidak.. Takpa la takkan aku nak menghukum suami aku, tak adilkan sebab aku masih lagi ada mak mertua… Tahun ni aku buat biskut raya yang arwah mama selalu buat.. sedap tak sedap aku bantai jer asalkan aku dapat lepaskan rindu aku.. Terasa sangat sebab aku ni sorang anak pompuan dia, selalu sangat bersama… La memang rindu yang teramat. Dikala aku menaip blog ni pun airmata aku mula nak meleleh, aku kesat sebab aku tak mau menangis tahun ni… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI.. MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-4688223359331533776?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4688223359331533776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=4688223359331533776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/4688223359331533776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/4688223359331533776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2008/09/rindu-mama.html' title='Rindu mama!!!'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SNcZRm3LTUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jYU6jlcis1M/s72-c/mama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-822339217105569335</id><published>2008-09-12T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:31:15.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my miracle..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SMnu40tz8jI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UPIU9Z4VunY/s1600-h/maya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244985901040529970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SMnu40tz8jI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UPIU9Z4VunY/s320/maya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still waiting for the miracle from GOD.. My hubby say never mind my love maybe in future he'll give it to us.. Why when we want something from GOD, it will take such a long time? Until sometimes makes us feel it's unfair 2 do like that 2 me... Is it that he has its own way to deliver it to us... Now I'm asking 2 you GOD.. Please give me someone that I can play or be with when my hubby not around... Some miracle from you won't bring any harm... I'll never give up, I'll pray and pray until that day come... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then let us pray so that the day will come soon!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe my future miracle will looks like her cause she's so cute and beautiful....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-822339217105569335?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/822339217105569335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=822339217105569335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/822339217105569335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/822339217105569335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2008/09/wheres-my-miracle.html' title='Where&apos;s my miracle..'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SMnu40tz8jI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UPIU9Z4VunY/s72-c/maya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595992388264606594.post-2646580540053904742</id><published>2008-09-11T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:38:56.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Decision..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is not easy.. Thats what people always commented to me. Why life always not easy towards me?? Why? Is it because people around me don't have any belief in me? All I want is some support so that I can achieve something in my life... Something that will make me proud of myself.. I just got new offer with high salary but I'm confuse to make the decision. Whether I'll stay or will I leave.. My parents doesn't support me at all, they advise me not to take the risk... My hubby asked me to go for it, so with my friends.. Hahahaha Laugh to myself. What's the heck just go for it maybe I need something challenging in my life.. Maybe this is the time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595992388264606594-2646580540053904742?l=duraslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2646580540053904742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595992388264606594&amp;postID=2646580540053904742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/2646580540053904742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595992388264606594/posts/default/2646580540053904742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duraslayer.blogspot.com/2008/09/lifes-decision.html' title='Life&apos;s Decision..'/><author><name>Walinong Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911178846418768450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnEewYj5q5A/SdSFpI598xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GZNdw2jG0Es/S220/photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
