<?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-7865510779598929018</id><updated>2011-12-30T01:24:46.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the amazamm story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zamm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/Sy9lNPpsg2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3As1k3X0q5o/S220/DSCN3095-pola.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865510779598929018.post-3503575399299718943</id><published>2011-09-29T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T17:33:54.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aObVjp1cRIg/ToUN0mTnmgI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/GsqUapXa6ew/s1600/d6289d0bc4b741e8c08b673f4492f95b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aObVjp1cRIg/ToUN0mTnmgI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/GsqUapXa6ew/s400/d6289d0bc4b741e8c08b673f4492f95b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657943704148089346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To this date, I'm already with a little one who age 31 weeks. He can already do kicking and perhaps somersault, what a boy I told myself. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865510779598929018-3503575399299718943?l=zamzila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/feeds/3503575399299718943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2011/09/28-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/3503575399299718943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/3503575399299718943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2011/09/28-weeks.html' title='28 weeks'/><author><name>zamm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/Sy9lNPpsg2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3As1k3X0q5o/S220/DSCN3095-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aObVjp1cRIg/ToUN0mTnmgI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/GsqUapXa6ew/s72-c/d6289d0bc4b741e8c08b673f4492f95b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865510779598929018.post-3582990473353842107</id><published>2011-09-29T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T17:26:08.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bird</title><content type='html'>I miss writing a looooooooooong post. Tell you everything I had in mind. Not a limited 140 characters. That birdie makes me forget about this space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865510779598929018-3582990473353842107?l=zamzila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/feeds/3582990473353842107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2011/09/bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/3582990473353842107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/3582990473353842107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2011/09/bird.html' title='bird'/><author><name>zamm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/Sy9lNPpsg2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3As1k3X0q5o/S220/DSCN3095-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865510779598929018.post-2545288880914889929</id><published>2011-07-09T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T19:57:40.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>syukur 26</title><content type='html'># kalau ada satu masa yang aku tidak pernah putus putus memanjatkan kesyukuran kepada Allah, adalah waktu waktu ini. Waktu sekarang, kebelakangan ini. Alhamdullilah, rasa memanjat kesyukuran ini sangat mendamaikan. Sangat mengagumkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# dan jika ada satu masa di mana setiap kali di dalam lafaz yang membawa makna 'sesungguhnya hanya Engkau yang kami sembah, dan hanya Engkau tempat kami meminta pertolongan', aku lolong lolongkan di dalam hati, satu permintaan, yang pasti - aku nak minta dekat dengan keluarga dan suami. tempat mencari rezeki ini spesifiknya. yang nyata, syaitan itu suka benar kalau kita berseorangan.. nau'uzubillah.. kalau berdua, malasnya ada, kalau seorang, malasnya sudah layak dipukul pukul. tetapi kebergantungan kepada Dia ini sangat mendamaikan. Sangat mengagumkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# tidak pernah aku rindukan orang sampai menangis nangis, tapi kalau aku teringatkan mamat pada hari terakhir, pada jasad terakhirnya, aku sampai tidak boleh berfikir. rindu ini perit sekali rasanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# dan mimpikan emak yang tiba-tiba datang memberitahu, dia sebenarnya tidak mati, dia merajuk dan bersembunyi, dan dia kini mahu datang jaga aku dan anak, adalah perolok-olokkan dari syaitan yang maha dasyat. Pedih sekali di beri harapan sebegini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# maka sahabat-sahabat itu, masih saya sayang sehingga bergenang sekali rindu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# usia semakin beranjak kepada penghujung, tidak saya kesal dengan jalan yang saya pilih. setiapnya ada ujian yang mana ujian yang Allah mahu kita bertambah iman daripadanya. sabar yang tuhan minta kita panjang-panjangkan, adalah untuk iman itu bisa berdiri lebih teguh daripada biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# dan kita diajar utk bersabar sebagaimana orang - orang beriman bersabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: perubahan besar dalam fasa hidup mematangkan. tak sabar nak jemput kenduri :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865510779598929018-2545288880914889929?l=zamzila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/feeds/2545288880914889929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2011/07/syukur-26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/2545288880914889929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/2545288880914889929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2011/07/syukur-26.html' title='syukur 26'/><author><name>zamm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/Sy9lNPpsg2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3As1k3X0q5o/S220/DSCN3095-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865510779598929018.post-7581130503327147267</id><published>2011-07-03T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T07:25:14.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maggie goreng hitam pekat</title><content type='html'>terasa perlu sekali untuk kembali menulis. memuntahkan segala luapan rasa amarah, kecintaan, kerinduan, keluh kesah dan sentuhan seni (saya bergurau). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;terasa perlu mempunya jurnal harian yang bisa saya baca-baca apabila saya sedar saya sudah terlalu jauh di atas dan terlupa melihat ke bawah akan hari hari sukar. kerna saya amat yakin hari hari sukar lebih menjadikan kita manusia. manakalah apabila kita terlupa, kita akan lebih menjadi orang lain. menjadi lupa akan diri sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya berasa sedih apabila orang lupa, akan menjaga sensitivity orang lain, lupa akan dahulu betapa kamu pernah hina sebelum menjadi orang orang yang enak dengan pujian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mungkinlah kamu sedari kecil kurang kasih sayang dan perhatian, jadi apabila tua amatlah suka akan kekayaan dan kata kata puji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah, kenyang sungguh perut. saya betul betul makan maggie goreng, bukan makan daging saudara sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;//jaa-ne.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865510779598929018-7581130503327147267?l=zamzila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/feeds/7581130503327147267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/Sy9lNPpsg2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3As1k3X0q5o/S220/DSCN3095-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865510779598929018.post-840846808630268546</id><published>2011-01-24T05:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T05:50:28.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>instant joy.</title><content type='html'>#When someone remembers the thing you say.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#When a complete stranger compliment you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#When someone remember your (good) habit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A: kenapa tak habiskan makanan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Z: tak ada selera... wanna puke..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A: hmm this is not you. you eat almost everything, you can eat almost everything. and you                    finished your meal every time..ko kan tak suka membazir makanan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Z: tu lah.. (smiling inside) :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#When who accept your weirdness and pick yourself up when you're at worst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Parking the car at the same time the favorite sing along-song end. (in my case it would 'Shahir-Kebahagiaan dalam Perpisahan, haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Secure the Season 1 to Season 6 series  of How I Met Your Mother, both in laptop and external hard disk! Yayness to me. bahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;##and maybe the joy we enjoyed come from one of the most beautiful doa' that we recite everyday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.al-azim.com/~sungairambai/2sujud.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: large; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 25px; "&gt;"O Allaah! Forgive me; have mercy on me; strengthen me; raise my rank; guide me; pardon me; sustain me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 18px; "&gt;“Ya Allah ampunilah dosaku, berilah rahmat kepadaku, tunjukkanlah aku (ke jalan yg benar) cukupkanlah aku, selamatkan aku (tubuh sehat dan keluarga terhindar dari musibah) berilah aku rezeki dan angkatlah derajatku.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 18px; "&gt;Ameen ya Rabbal 'Alameen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7865510779598929018-840846808630268546?l=zamzila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/feeds/840846808630268546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2011/01/instant-joy_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/840846808630268546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/840846808630268546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2011/01/instant-joy_24.html' title='instant joy.'/><author><name>zamm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/Sy9lNPpsg2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3As1k3X0q5o/S220/DSCN3095-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865510779598929018.post-2950710252610234104</id><published>2011-01-07T18:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:43:30.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jiwa kacau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I could write a proper piece of how jiwa kacau I am right now. But as being jiwa kacau, nothing is near to proper to me, nothing is near to perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After almost two weeks off from office, and get back to office for 3 days, and come back again to home. that makes me even jiwa kacau. and if i choose to stay over the weekend that for sure will drive me crazy, that i dont even dare to try to stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I ve been wondering until when life will be like this for me? Oh yeah, after 6 months of marriage, this is what always lingering in my mind. like, non stop. when i saw beautiful babies, glowing mommies-to-be, the crazier I become. I couldnt focus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That makes me sick. This distance makes me hate my jobs, and not really interested in my job and the colleagues. I realize that my performance wasnt really near par with years of service. That saddening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been thinking what I want in life. Really. I am no good with machines and stuff, but love science and I love involving with people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And thats make me think for career change. Oh masyaAllah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See, how much do I think? Yes I think a lot, and thats lead to negative thinking which is bad. Bad enough for me to throw tantrums all the time to dear husband. Poor him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I shall be back with something good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865510779598929018-2950710252610234104?l=zamzila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/feeds/2950710252610234104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2011/01/jiwa-kacau_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/2950710252610234104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/2950710252610234104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2011/01/jiwa-kacau_07.html' title='jiwa kacau'/><author><name>zamm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/Sy9lNPpsg2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3As1k3X0q5o/S220/DSCN3095-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865510779598929018.post-4006349002428912191</id><published>2010-12-21T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T20:32:43.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a problem, not really a problem, maybe its a bad habit;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a problem in letting things go, in forgetting things that (I think) hurting me so much, in forgive things that have put me in pains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, no. I think I'd not interpreted it in a correct way. Its more like, if someone hurt me or something happened that hurt me, I never forget. I keep it inside, and never talk about it until I cant bear with it. It happens few times. I need years to forgive and another years to forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;when mother died, I never talk about it. I still remember only few classmates knew it back then. I never tell them. I never show it, because it hurt so much. it takes me years to finally chin up and smile when people asked 'whats your parent do?'. its the worst experience ever to me. I turned into a coward, by telling lies because I cant tell the truth that hurt so much. I lied few times, anything that pop in my mind I'd tell them, but not 'my parents died'. Its eating me inside somehow, someways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and when I was left alone in a hotel room, while others are going to club. I cried in the blanket that cover my head, I pretend to sleep. I mean, not that I wanna go, but I deserve some respects by should been informed. Sheesh. This is the worst ever. I'd swear right after that, Allah want to shows something to me. Definitely, kerana Allah mengharamakan kejahatan zahir dan tersembunyi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The downside of my bad habit is, I might also hurt somebody. I may utter the harsh words that maybe unacceptable to certain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And on the other note,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also hard to  forget  everything that makes me felt loved. I move on to slow. I tend to stay too long for something that maybe not mine anymore. Maybe friends has choose their own path on life and maybe Im no longer in that path, but I never forget.. for years..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865510779598929018-4006349002428912191?l=zamzila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/feeds/4006349002428912191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/12/gave-you-all-i-had-and-you-tossed-it-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/4006349002428912191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/4006349002428912191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/12/gave-you-all-i-had-and-you-tossed-it-in.html' title='Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash'/><author><name>zamm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/Sy9lNPpsg2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3As1k3X0q5o/S220/DSCN3095-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865510779598929018.post-2009026752373482791</id><published>2010-12-20T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T05:49:41.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imbauan 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salam sejahtera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haih payah juga ada blog dan kemudian terpanggil panggil hendak mengapdet tetapi alangkah gusar bagaikan memakai br* berenda renda apabila tak ada cerita mau cerita. yilek ava kedabraaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Harini sudah 15 Muharram, sudah 15 hari tahun baru Islam. (--ayat tak dapat dikembangkan kerana tiada lagi idea). Lagi beberapa hari pula kita akan melangkah ke tahun baru Masehi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nampaknya kita akan meninggalkan 2010 dengan begitu bergaya sekali. Eh bergaya kah? Haha. Agak bergaya bagi saya, kerana dengan macho dan penuh keperempuanannya saya telah selamat berkahwin dengan seorang lelaki pada tahun 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayuh kita lihat senarai saya apakah pencapaian/perkara tak dapat dilupakan/kesungguhan/&lt;s&gt;malam pertama&lt;/s&gt; sepanjang tahun 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Berkahwin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seperti yang saya nyatakan di atas tadi, berkahwin adalah satu pencapaian besar dalam hidup saya. Walaupun senang sahaja kahwin, lagi lagi sudah ada teman lelaki yang bergaya dan berduit sedikit bagi menampung keperluan hidup. Kerana membuat persediaan untuk berkahwin itu amatlah rumit kerana saya perempuan. dan saya telah berjaya mengharungi 6 bulan pertama perkahwinan! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Bermusafir bersama 7nb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dahulu zaman universiti, kami telah menubuhkan sebuah groupies yang konon konon amat cool. mat cool pun tak boleh celen. gaya hidup kami lebih ke arah berhibur dan menghabiskan masa mengumpat, menonton drama korea, mengumpat artis korea dan jepun, menghina orang orang sekeliling, melepak di mapley Naseer, ha ha ha gaya hidup yang sungguh hedonisme. teapi kami tidak pernah melupakan kelas, dan assignment, fyp, lab result, dan lain-lain. kononnya kata kami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam usaha mengeratkan hubungan ahli groupies ni, kami suka untuk menganjurkan trip trip yang agak assobiyah. Jadi bulan March 2010, satu trip ke Jakarta-Bandung-Jogjakarta telah berlansung denagn suksessss sekali! Tetapi cuma 4 daripada 7 ahli yang berjaya ikut serta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pada bulan November 2010, sempena dengan cuti perayaan Deepavali, kami sekali menganjurkan trip kali ini kecil kecilan di dalam negara sahaja iaitu ke Cameron Highland. Hanya 3 daripada 7 ahli berjaya ikut serta. yang lain lain sibuk dengan komitmen masing masing. Trip ini kurang assobiyah, disertai oleh teman teman rapat groupies, yang banyak menyokong perjalan hidup ahli ahli groupies selama ini. Ewah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setiap trip memang terbaekkk!! Jadi nantikan trip kami pada tahun 2011 pula!! (acara bulan march adalah acara tahunan, tetapi akibat ada org ingin merasai malam pertama beliau, aktiviti ini mungkin akan ditundah, hoho).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Akhirnya selalu memasak/memasak hidangan lengkap untuk makan tengahari/malam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Setelah berkahwin walaupun sang suami pura pura tidak kisah saya tidak memasak, tapi nampaknya dia kisah juga. Jadi apabila ibu mertua tiada di sisi untuk memberi sokongan (memasak), maka saya akan mengambil alih tugas tersebut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Antara masakan yang telah berjaya di masak ialah: kukus pau segera (haha ok ini x kira), membuat karipap tanpa menggunakan acuan plastik, kari ayam berisi kentang (sangat buruk rasanya, tetapi berjaya diselamatkan), sup ikan, sambal tumis udang, telor dadar (kahkahkah), dan paling hebat Nasi Ayam Mahsyur. (nama nak best aja). Boleh hubungi cik Fadhila untuk mendapatkan testimonial lengkap kerana ketika saya memasak, dia hadir dan terus membaham dengan enakknya. Saya amat yakin disitu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. membeli&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; instax!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/TQ9SVoiTT0I/AAAAAAAAAz0/XiEW1EIOGYs/s400/IMG02919-20101106-1457.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552747397183131458" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/TQ9StrYMLlI/AAAAAAAAAz8/l_32JhTlN4s/s400/6.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552747810262888018" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gambar dari Fujifilm Instax Mini 7s ini akan berjaya memberi efek comel, efek 70an, efek classic, efek nostaliga dan juga efek tension. Sebab harga filem yang agak tidak logik. Satu gambar bole beli satu nasi lemak sambal paru dekat Puchong. Kalau kurang pandai menawar (bukan membuat makanan tawar seperti saya haha kelakarnya), akan dapat harga lebih tak masuk akal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tetapi saya telah menggunakan ini dengan sebaiknya, menangkap gambar orang ofis lepas tu terus kasi hadiah. Mereka gembira, saya juga. betul ni tak tipu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.  Semuanya sudah hampir berpunya! Siapakah gerangan mereka?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Di zaman universiti juga, saya berkawan rapat dengan dua orang perempuan yang sangat bermakna dalam hidup saya. He he he. Betul ni! Saya sudah berkahwin, A juga sudah, kemudian N akan mengikat tali pertunangan, semuanya pada 2010! Jadi ayuh bersama ucapkan Alhamdullilah!! Mereka juga adalah ahli groupies, tak sabar menunggu 4 ahli ahli lain menyusul! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/TQ9UmKIYTsI/AAAAAAAAA0M/nCbukdqprrk/s400/697872216l.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552749880102375106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Share your share?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pada tahun 2010 saya telah membeli saham salah satu anak syarikat tempat saya bekerja. Ewah ewah main saham kauuu, tapi satu apa pun taktau. Sampai sekarang masih belum jual jual, saham pun tak naik naik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan pada 2010, saya telah menabung dalam ASB secara bersungguh sungguh kerana takutkan ancaman kerajaan yang asek menaikkan harga barang tanpa memikirkan sedalam dalamnya. Kau gila ke asek naikkan harga minyak, padahal minyak mentah tengah rendah sekarang? Whatevaaa (gaya diva)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Kenapa tidak kerjaya?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiada perubahan ketara dalam kerjaya saya pada sepanjang 2010, malahan mungkin yang terburuk. sob sob. tetapi saya tidak kesal, saya percaya karma. dan saya percaya perkara baik atau buruk, ianya pasti berubah. Jadi saya pasti 2011 akan menjanjikan yang lebih terbaik!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok lah kita sudahi senarai dengan hanya 7 perkara sahaja ye, kita akan sambung di lain masa lagi (padahal sudah mengantuk). Apapun mari kita sama berdoa, semoga kita dapat berubah ke arah yang lebih dah diredhai Allah swt. Ameen!&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/7865510779598929018-2009026752373482791?l=zamzila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/feeds/2009026752373482791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/12/imbauan-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/2009026752373482791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/2009026752373482791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/12/imbauan-2010.html' title='Imbauan 2010'/><author><name>zamm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/Sy9lNPpsg2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3As1k3X0q5o/S220/DSCN3095-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/TQ9SVoiTT0I/AAAAAAAAAz0/XiEW1EIOGYs/s72-c/IMG02919-20101106-1457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865510779598929018.post-69756469400263468</id><published>2010-12-19T05:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T05:27:46.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ku nantikan kau bagai rembulan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;kalau mahu kira, dalam masa dua tahun beberapa bulan tinggal di sini, boleh dikira separuh daripadanya dihabiskan dengan hanya duduk menghadap laptop dan menangis, dan makan kemudian menangis, kemudian tidur dan menangis, kemudian terjaga dan panic sebab sudah lambat masuk kerja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bila menangis, hati rasa pedih, jiwa rasa tersusuk, dan lutut bagaikan terus terduduk, tak mampu berkata-kata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;perasaan apabila bahagia, tetapi tetap berduka kemudian menangis beda sekali dengan menangis kerana benar benar resah.  kerana kita fikir kita sudah bahagia, dan tak mungkin menangis, tapi kita silap. kita silap. aturan hidup bukan selalunya begitu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;perasaan apabila dalam keramaian tetapi sunyi di sudut hati. ketawa tetapi terasa kosong. yang ada ini bohong. yang benar-benar mahu itu terlalu jauh, jadi hati menangis di dalam. ini lolongnya lebih riuh dari benar benar kesunyian seorang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;saat kau merasa dunia ini penuh kasih sayang, ia juga penuh dengan perkara begini. tapi if something is good or bad, it will change. itu satu kena percaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;jadi harusnya, kalau bersedih begini, menangislah sepuasnya, kerna nanti bila datang gembira, barulah kita yakin untuk ketawa semula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;jadi pasti, kalau bersedih begini. luahkan. nanti kepala jadi berat. perasaan jadi lemas. supaya nanti bila kemuncak gembira datang, luahkan. luahkan. biar sampai gegar di dalam urat darah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/12/ku-nantikan-kau-bagai-rembulan_5248.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/69756469400263468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/69756469400263468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/12/ku-nantikan-kau-bagai-rembulan_5248.html' title='ku nantikan kau bagai rembulan'/><author><name>zamm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/Sy9lNPpsg2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3As1k3X0q5o/S220/DSCN3095-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865510779598929018.post-6809034562108044389</id><published>2010-12-07T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T06:56:53.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>malu dengan family</title><content type='html'>a wise friend of mine told me that, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its always an awkward moment in our life. it always appear although we try to avoid. it arise beyond our control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what we can do is to make it under control, less tense and bearable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its really hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost believe that I was created by default to never forget and forgive.. unfortunately..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah. can I go back, to the world when I seem to know nothing? nothing, nothing, nothing. and I feel exactly nothing. An emptiness is better than this..I wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too many of this will killed me eventually, because it never get me strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7865510779598929018-6809034562108044389?l=zamzila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/feeds/6809034562108044389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/12/malu-dengan-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/6809034562108044389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/6809034562108044389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/12/malu-dengan-family.html' title='malu dengan family'/><author><name>zamm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/Sy9lNPpsg2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3As1k3X0q5o/S220/DSCN3095-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865510779598929018.post-490595888453486375</id><published>2010-12-07T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T02:04:17.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reach early for rest</title><content type='html'>if lying is a man, i could have killed him. so many times. with all my heart. because if I dont kill him, he will just simply kill me with this heartache. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;truth hurts, lies worst; its bleeding. with no respects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7865510779598929018-490595888453486375?l=zamzila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/feeds/490595888453486375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/12/reach-early-for-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/490595888453486375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/490595888453486375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/12/reach-early-for-rest.html' title='reach early for rest'/><author><name>zamm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/Sy9lNPpsg2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3As1k3X0q5o/S220/DSCN3095-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865510779598929018.post-8243480906655585087</id><published>2010-12-02T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T17:49:45.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep at 10-ish?</title><content type='html'>teruknya apabila kita tahu kena tipu dengan orang yg kita rasa kita kenal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin dia ada alasan dia yang tersendiri, tapi kita tetiba dapat tahu dia menipu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masa kita menipu mungkin kita terfikir "aku tipu ni, nnti mesti ada masa dia pulak tipu aku"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masyaAllah.. Allah tunjukkan terus.. tetiba terus terbukti yang kita pun pernah ditipu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SubhanaAllah.. sangat mudah utk Tuhan tunjukkan kat hamba dia, yang kalau berbuat dosa itu sesungguhnya lansung mendatangkan keburukkan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aduh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saket hati yang tengah rasa ni, Tuhan yang bagi.&lt;br /&gt;untuk kita ingat bahawa jangan sesekali buat dosa mcm tu lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/TPhLrAxNk_I/AAAAAAAAAzY/KbqLdk7YSNE/s1600/doa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/TPhLrAxNk_I/AAAAAAAAAzY/KbqLdk7YSNE/s400/doa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546266143419634674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="fon2" class="Malayu" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:2.2px;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(196, 236, 189); line-height: 200%;" id="mspan2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:2.2;color:#000000;" id="fon2" class="Malayu"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 200%;" id="mspan2"&gt;"Dialah  yang telah mentakdirkan adanya mati dan hidup (kamu) untuk menguji dan  menzahirkan keadaan kamu: Siapakah di antara kamu yang lebih baik  amalnya; dan Dia Maha Kuasa (membalas amal kamu), lagi Maha Pengampun,  (bagi orang-orang yang bertaubat); (2: Al-Mulk)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865510779598929018-8243480906655585087?l=zamzila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/feeds/8243480906655585087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/12/sleep-at-10-ish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/8243480906655585087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/8243480906655585087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/12/sleep-at-10-ish.html' title='sleep at 10-ish?'/><author><name>zamm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/Sy9lNPpsg2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3As1k3X0q5o/S220/DSCN3095-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/TPhLrAxNk_I/AAAAAAAAAzY/KbqLdk7YSNE/s72-c/doa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865510779598929018.post-9023522001088552318</id><published>2010-11-29T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T02:08:37.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shortie</title><content type='html'>down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want husband :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want bestfriends :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am bored. i dont know what to do :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mind cant really do my job :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant perform at work :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i pray. pray. pray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to be a good+productive muslim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet, hati sangat rapuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sebab sedih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sebab mcm down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suami. suami. suami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;macamana nak productive mcm ni? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i believe. believe. believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i gotta work my ass off, only this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have one goal now, and i want to achieve, no matter what it takes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is suami. suami. suami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want. want. want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will work. work. work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until i confident enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh Ya Allah. Help me get through this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help. help. help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanna eat donut now. and get fat. because not happy :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7865510779598929018-9023522001088552318?l=zamzila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/feeds/9023522001088552318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/11/shortie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/9023522001088552318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/9023522001088552318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/11/shortie.html' title='shortie'/><author><name>zamm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/Sy9lNPpsg2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3As1k3X0q5o/S220/DSCN3095-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865510779598929018.post-8622099827124258813</id><published>2010-10-08T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:56:02.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Orang (Lain)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pakcik Ripin orangnya pendek-pendek comel, mukanya dah mula berjalur-jalur tua, di dahinya sudah timbul garis garis halus. Pakcik Ripin suka tersenyum dan ketawa nya mengekek kalau ada perkaranya yang lucu. Dia bercakap laju, kadang-kadang kalau memarahi anak-anaknya yang masih kecil, Pakcik Ripin akan bercakap laju kelam kabut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isterinya bernama Halijah, tapi mungkin sebab namanya tak sesuai dengannya semasa kecil, dia sering menangis apabila dipanggil Halijah, jadi namanya ditukar kepada Jamaliah. Makcik Jamaliah juga orangnya lapang dada sekali, kesusahan hidup tidak membantutkan lansung kelansungan hidup mereka. Makcik Jamaliah berasal dari sebuah kampung pedalaman di hilir Sungai Pahang, terpaksa melalui jalan balak yang bertanah merah untuk sampai ke situ. Rumah emak Makcik Jamaliah betul-betul terletak di depan hilir Sungai Pahang. Jadi kalau hendak makan ikan patin, belum habis menyebut ayat 'nak makan ikan paa ...', ikannya sudah berjaya di bawak naik dari sungai. Begitulah diandaikan. Makcik Jamaliah mempunyai seorang bapak saudara yang 'kurang cerdik' berbanding orang biasa. Dia dipanggil Anjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjang orangnya ringan tulang sekali. Dia ada di mana mana majlis keraian. membantu dan menceriakan. Walaupun ayat ini semacam cerita tipikal drama melayu, tetapi itu lah hakikatnya.Anjang yang kadang2 air liurnya meleleh sampai ke baju disenangi ramai, walaupun tidak bekerja, Anjang tidak pernah kelaparan. Rezekinya ada di mana mana. Di pasar tani di bandar kecil itu, Anjang begitu terkenal sekali. Anjang usianya sudah menjangkau 60-an suka berkain pelikat, berkot dan berkasutkulit hitam tanpa stoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjang khabarnya sudah tiada, beberapa tahun lepas sudah pergi dijemput Tuhan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makcik Jamaliah dan Pakcik Ripin mempunyai 9 orang anak. Anak-anaknya hidup gembira walaupun serba kekurangan. Dahulu rumah mereka kecil sekali, tapi kini sudah diroboh dan dibuat batu dibahagian dapur dan bilik airnya. Bilik air rumah itu kolahnya besar sekali, kadang-kadang bila lumut sudah kelihatan, Pakcik Ripin akan menyuruh anak anaknya membersihkan kolah.. dan anak-anaknya suka benar. bagaikan di bawa ke kolam renang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bersambung... (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kalau rajin&lt;/span&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/7865510779598929018-8622099827124258813?l=zamzila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/feeds/8622099827124258813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/10/cerita-orang-lain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/8622099827124258813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/8622099827124258813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/10/cerita-orang-lain.html' title='Cerita Orang (Lain)'/><author><name>zamm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/Sy9lNPpsg2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3As1k3X0q5o/S220/DSCN3095-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865510779598929018.post-735787167846743217</id><published>2010-09-06T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T07:56:49.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumah Usang Di Hujung Simpang</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Saya ini anak desa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Rindunya saya pada angin kampung yang menghembus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Nikmatnya saya pada gulai ikan sungai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Dinginnya saya pada danau berikan kecil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Geleteknya saya pada keletah anak nakal bermain tin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Rumah usang di hujung simpang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Tempat lahir saya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Tempat ibu memanusiakan saya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Di perutnya tersimpan sejuta kenangan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Dan hanya dengan kenangan saya mengenal ayah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Terkadang terbangun di tengah malam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Dek peritnya rindu pada sebuah masa silam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Teresak sendu pabila terbayang ibu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Berlagu sendiri di tangga rumah usang itu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Dua nyawa hilang diganti dua kubur untuk saya ziarahi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Kerana saya ini pengecut dengan realiti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Maka sejak ibu pergi,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Rumah itu tidak lagi saya jejaki.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zamzila&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;4 Sept 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865510779598929018-735787167846743217?l=zamzila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/feeds/735787167846743217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/09/rumah-usang-di-hujung-simpang_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/735787167846743217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/735787167846743217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/09/rumah-usang-di-hujung-simpang_06.html' title='Rumah Usang Di Hujung Simpang'/><author><name>zamm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/Sy9lNPpsg2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3As1k3X0q5o/S220/DSCN3095-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865510779598929018.post-1225520031683073505</id><published>2010-07-06T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:08:06.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 16px;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;feelings we can never get back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads—at least that’s where I imagine it—there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own little private library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Haruki Murakami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865510779598929018-1225520031683073505?l=zamzila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/feeds/1225520031683073505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/07/bad-dreams_06.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/1225520031683073505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/1225520031683073505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/07/bad-dreams_06.html' title='bad dreams'/><author><name>zamm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/Sy9lNPpsg2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3As1k3X0q5o/S220/DSCN3095-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865510779598929018.post-4453562062891085785</id><published>2010-06-30T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T07:32:54.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is not about how good you are but how good you want to be</title><content type='html'>hello once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost count how many times did I do this, stop writing for a while, started a new one, stop once again and start again at where I stop before. But I realized, I do need a place to write something, sometimes. Its kinda weird to stop pouring some thoughts after doing it for almost four years, twitting does not really help since it makes you to limit your words, while me on the other hand have tonnes of words to pour down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while when I'm not writing here, I was writing everywhere. The technology notes that I've to read daily doesn't looks like it belongs to an engineer, it was full with arrangement of alphabets that you might not be able to understand. Like what you have saw in kindergarten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, when I'm driving alone, my brain goes flooded with words and to a certain extent I even talk to myself and if I get too emotional I do cry. Like a baby sobbing for a mama. I am that critical. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm justifying to myself why do I need to come back here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, the title had nothing to do with the post I just wrote. Sorry if someone is expecting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865510779598929018-4453562062891085785?l=zamzila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/feeds/4453562062891085785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-not-about-how-good-you-are-but-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/4453562062891085785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865510779598929018/posts/default/4453562062891085785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zamzila.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-not-about-how-good-you-are-but-how.html' title='is not about how good you are but how good you want to be'/><author><name>zamm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eck22a5n4vM/Sy9lNPpsg2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3As1k3X0q5o/S220/DSCN3095-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
