<?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-8594307915845605314</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:11:11.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is somehow no bed of roses to some of us.Learning to live a life would be needing a proper purpose and understanding.Let us join together within our level of experiences to know which path that might lead us to our real personality...=)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-4004564079297679069</id><published>2011-03-08T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:04:50.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Komplikasi Sebuah Persahabatan</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum dan Salam Kenangan buat semua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat kali ini teringin pula kiranya hendak menulis nukilan perasaan dalam Bahasa Ibunda Kebangsaan yang sentiasa menjadi sanjungan dan kebanggaan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam tempoh masa yang tak berama lama ni, ada sedikit konflik yang terjadi antara saya dan seseorang. Biarlah namanya menjadi rahsia. Akan tetapi perkara yang menjadi persoalan dan igauan dalam talian yang benama persahabatan ini merungkaikan satu isu yang menjadi kebingungan buat diri ini dalam mencari satu konklusi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sememangnya kita sebagai manusia biasa seingkali tidak mengetahui satu perkara mengenai keburukkan kita tanpa ada insan yang sudi menegur. Jujur mengatakan saya sudi ditegur dan sila beritahu apa kesalahan dan kekhilafan yang telah dilakukan hingakan tidak lagi sanggup bersemuka dan bersetentang mata dengan saya dalam segala keadaan??Peogol kah saya??Pembunuh, penyamun atau gigolo dambaan wanita???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sedar dan saya pasti semua orang sedar yang mana dalamm menjelajahi semester yang semakin berarak ke penghujung segala duka dan lara ini seringkali menyebabkan kita berada dalam keadaan stress dan bengong selalu, tapi berhakkah jika kita hendak beremosi pada seseorang atas satu isu yang boleh diperjelaskan dan dirungkai dalam mencari satu penyelesaian???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak...&lt;br /&gt;Saya faham kalau awak tak nak balas mesej saya dalam wakt cuti...&lt;br /&gt;Saya aham kalau awak duk nak enjoy engok tv bila saya ada masalah yang nak kongsi dengan awak...&lt;br /&gt;Saya faham bila awak meragam satu hari dek kerana lawak saya yang tak menjadi ketika awak PMS dan macam2 lagi..&lt;br /&gt;Saya faham awak belum sudi keluar dengan saya bila awak takda duit...&lt;br /&gt;Saya faham bila awak hanya bercakap dengan kawa2 kia tapi awak taknak bersemuka dengan saya...&lt;br /&gt;Tapi awak,&lt;br /&gt;adakah hanya saya sahaja yang perlu fahami diri awak??&lt;br /&gt;Awak...&lt;br /&gt;Saya ni penyegan...&lt;br /&gt;Saya ni serius dalam belajar...&lt;br /&gt;Saya ni suka jump into conclusion bila saya dapat info..&lt;br /&gt;Saya suka lebih dari orang lain...&lt;br /&gt;Saya sering duduk di library hanya untuk catch up semua benda yang saya takboleh nak dapat dalam kelas...&lt;br /&gt;Saya mungkn kurang layan awak sebab saya nak top up pointer saya yang dah jatuh 2 semyang berturut ni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya harap awak faham dan memahami...&lt;br /&gt;Kerna diri ini sepi tanpa adanya sinar dirimu dalam hidupku...&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah kiranya hanya sebutir senyuman ikhlas yang engkau lembarkan buat diriku...&lt;br /&gt;Kerana yang sekelumit itulah yang akan menjadi penyeri dalam merentasi kehidupan yang hair tanpa ada sedikit pun belas dan simpati...&lt;br /&gt;Mengharapkan awak mengerti, walaupun mustahil awak baca nukilan ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam kPerindu Sepimu...&lt;br /&gt;Tuah Cendana&lt;br /&gt;9 Mac 2011&lt;br /&gt;Tec 5 Faculty of Education&lt;br /&gt;MARA University of Technology....&lt;br /&gt;9.05 a.m........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(MOde=Elegi Sepi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-4004564079297679069?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/4004564079297679069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2011/03/komplikasi-sebuah-persahabatan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/4004564079297679069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/4004564079297679069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2011/03/komplikasi-sebuah-persahabatan.html' title='Komplikasi Sebuah Persahabatan'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-7158266409910772684</id><published>2011-01-26T23:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:29:16.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Model Citizens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/TUEZ0wvAwnI/AAAAAAAAADY/GdubBE8Hza4/s1600/Model%2BCtzn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/TUEZ0wvAwnI/AAAAAAAAADY/GdubBE8Hza4/s320/Model%2BCtzn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566759008632619634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum and Salam 1Malaysia to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday (22 Jan 2011), I and the whole lots of B. Ed. TESL Part 6 UiTM went to Kuala Lumpur Performing Art Centre (KLPAC) at Sentul West, Jalan Ipoh off Jalan Strachan in the heart of Kuala Lumpur. This is the 3rd time that I got the opportunity after the 'Frankenstein in Love' with IPKB's Cohort 5 and also 'Tunku the Musical' with all of the members in TESL Camp 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the fulfillment for the course of "Asian Literature" under Madam Rosalind (She is AWESOME man!!!!I love the way she expresses herself). The guards didn't allowed us to take any pictures around the area...but somehow we manage to sneaked and got ourselves published in the Facebook (my Account: Tuah Cendana).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought that this theater would be something that touches on the personality of an Asian lady's life, as all of the main actresses wear the original and sexy baju kebaya. If that's the case, they will surely play as an old nyonya telling all of the stories that I had listen zilion times!!!FROM my grandma of course....haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The set of the play was really simple. 3 big wardrobe (from IKEA for sure) and also a chair. Just 1 CHAIR!!! I thought that they must be having great acting as it is not easy to have a play with such simple set. And i have to sit on the floor with Iskandar in order to give our seats to Mdm. Rosalind and her fiend....Aren't we are such a gentlemen????Hihi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old Nyonya starts of with a very thick accent of a Mandarin dialogue. I got it bcoz I took Mandarin for 3 semester. later than I noticed that there was a screen at the back for the translation.Haha....silly me I guess. Then comes an Indonesian maid, begging for hr love ones, Zul to be freed upon the attack to the MP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy is the employer of the Indonesian maid. She was lonely after Tony (her son) had took his own life. She gave anything she has to the maid and the only daughter that she had. Evey character seems to create the sense that they are trying their best to be the 'Model Citizens'. Be a good wife to the MP, have the citizenship of a Singaporean and try to live a life in denial. Is it what we want in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I do think that the oppression for the women is the main emphasize of the story. They do think that they need to be the best in order to accepted in the society. If you do think the same, THAN YOU ARE WRONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We areborn with our personal path in life, and we may live it the way that we wanted it to be. Be it fat (!!!!), ugly, stupid or even not as smart as anyone else, the real friend will accept you the way you are. Trust me, i won't be easy but we will be able to face the challenges in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of my friend, HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR. GONG XI FA CHAI, SIN JIEN KUAI LE....=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You All...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuah Cendana&lt;br /&gt;INTEC Library&lt;br /&gt;3.30pm/27Jan2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-7158266409910772684?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/7158266409910772684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2011/01/model-citizens.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/7158266409910772684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/7158266409910772684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2011/01/model-citizens.html' title='Model Citizens'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/TUEZ0wvAwnI/AAAAAAAAADY/GdubBE8Hza4/s72-c/Model%2BCtzn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-6595951650315178866</id><published>2011-01-23T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:03:49.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Oh Why???</title><content type='html'>Salam to all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the start of my Week 4 of this semester. It has been a wile since  wrote the last real post in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why did I am not really interested in fulfilling all of my study requirements for this semester. I din't have the synergy to start the sem, although that I AM ALREADY IN THE THIRD WEEK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something must be done in order for me to grab something before the CNY holiday starts this Friday. The list of works and assignments seems to be an endless chores for me. In giving it a try, I will stay in the INTEC Libary to ensure that I will not just sleep and Facebook-ing at my house. The WIMAX seems to be so fast when I open my FB accounts, while tryin to find the reasearch journals, it takes like ages to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a fight with a friend recently upon the issue that I think that I am to busy to touch on everything. She asid that "Ala Azrai, sma og dapat 24 jam 1 hari. Takkan ko nak lebih plak"....I was totally shocked upon her words. The Science people have different way of looking at things to be compared to the Literature!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my lecturers for this semester will be a great challenge for me. The requirements for each subject is totally UNBEARABLE. It is alright to have lecturers that understand the life of a student, and let us live it that way. With clear explanation of what need to be done, we may survive the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are also some of them which gave me and my friends HEADACHES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malas la plak nak tulis kat sini, nanti serabut plak rambut dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okai folks, I think that would be enough for now. Love you all. Take care=)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-6595951650315178866?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/6595951650315178866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-oh-why.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/6595951650315178866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/6595951650315178866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-oh-why.html' title='Why Oh Why???'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-2904245065919013816</id><published>2011-01-13T22:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T22:35:10.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!!</title><content type='html'>Thank God that my account is still active....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So U guys, wait up as I will have blogging as my hobby this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still trying to find the righteous issue to deal with....Take care=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-2904245065919013816?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/2904245065919013816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-back.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/2904245065919013816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/2904245065919013816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!!'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-7992891554832020075</id><published>2010-04-14T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:06:33.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been so long....</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry that I had abandoned U for so long....From March till April. Firstly, my lappy broke down due to the Window crash.huhu....There goes my rm50 at PAS. Then, there were so many things that I have to deal with within this short period oftime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I haven't post anything for just 2weeks, but it seems that it has been more than a month.Hmmmm...what should I post for the survival of this blog??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, things are running smoothly within March till April. All of my subjects for the current semester have all sort of assessments----Quizzes, meetings, Projects, CoCos and many more...Thank God that I managed to survive all this. With the help of my friends, things are going as on schedule. Want to know more about my tasks???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTLS--&gt;I'm done with my Micro Teaching,Test Construction, Creative Projects and also my Journal Presentation.Miss Elia is one of the best lecturer that I have in UiTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit and Media--&gt; MY BIGGEST NUGHTMARE!!!It seems that I am not ready to have a class with a native speakers. He gave me C for both of my assignments...Almost for sure I will get that grade for his subject like my seniors does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEL--&gt; Nice one!!!Mdm. Azhana had managed to teach us well about meetings and minutes. Got the assessment on meeting done with the minutes. Maybe I have a personal matters to be settled with one of my team members. And facing the test, I made a few glaring mistakes due to my own careless mistakes....I'm feeling sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin--&gt;It seems that I'm having difficulties in facing a third language. my ears are not as sharp as the others, but i hope that my Students Project will help to boost my grades.Wan Laoshi, hoping to see U again next sem!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTE--&gt;Got to GO!!!My project is still on the air!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengucapan Awam--&gt;Best Mama ever!!!I think I will be getting an A on this....hehe=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit in ESL Classroom--&gt;Having fun with literature...This is my first minor subject, and Insya-Allah, I will try my best for this paper. TQ MAdam Moon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can write to U as soon as I can. But later next week I will be at my hometown, doing PTE and revision....Adios Amigos!!!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-7992891554832020075?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/7992891554832020075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-has-been-so-long.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/7992891554832020075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/7992891554832020075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-has-been-so-long.html' title='It has been so long....'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-7428926628349681789</id><published>2010-03-03T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:20:36.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S48IB9kkErI/AAAAAAAAADE/GvWNiOniysw/s1600-h/need_a_friend-1104.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S48IB9kkErI/AAAAAAAAADE/GvWNiOniysw/s320/need_a_friend-1104.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444579304315032242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S48IB9kkErI/AAAAAAAAADE/GvWNiOniysw/s1600-h/need_a_friend-1104.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S48IB9kkErI/AAAAAAAAADE/GvWNiOniysw/s320/need_a_friend-1104.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444579304315032242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I one my friend had faced one of the hardest part of his life. He was so depressed and he came to me with tears on his cheek. I was so shocked coz he was such a great person that I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He text me on FB and try to share his thoughts with me, and I as a friend willingly to be there for him. He kept on saying that he was facing the roughest time of his life, but he didnt mentioned what was the thing is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cancelled my trip to KL to keep on comforting him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 days, he managed to wake up from his downliness, but he still not saying the rel situation to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait till the day come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck in my Mandarin class today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-7428926628349681789?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/7428926628349681789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/03/actually-i-one-my-friend-had-faced-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/7428926628349681789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/7428926628349681789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/03/actually-i-one-my-friend-had-faced-one.html' title=''/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S48IB9kkErI/AAAAAAAAADE/GvWNiOniysw/s72-c/need_a_friend-1104.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-8860520925501133393</id><published>2010-02-24T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:21:36.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Life</title><content type='html'>Setelah sekian lama tidak menulis blog dalam bahasa Melayu, biarlah kali ini coretan memenuhi masa dgn aplikasi bahasa kebangsaan dalam kehadiran singkatan2 biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu ni mmg mgu yg agak lembap bagi aku, maklum la cuti 1mgu yg singkat, jadi utk start balik enjin nak study tu mmg makan masa. Hari Isnin kuliah bjalan seperti biasa dan alhamdulillah, wpun byk rintangan dan cubaan, tapi akhirnya kumpuln aku (bsama Nad, Emi n Bahari)telah berjaya melakukan pembentangan dan menhantar tugasan Cik Bulan. Lega 1 perkara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selasa-Mendengar dan menilai dgn teliti presentation dari rakan2....Bagus btol sumber diorang, walhal aku cari hari tu mcm nak giler taw. huhu.....Tapi petang mmg x boleh blah. Kelas Mr Santa menyebabkan aku terlelap seketika sewaktu dia duk berceramah kat depan. Dah la aku x salin pon tugasan tu coz aku sampai lewat, then nak kena hantar mgu depan. wah....harap2 dapat la aku mengahbiskan pembacaan 'Ladang Binatang' dan 'Antara Tikus2 dan Lelaki'......Berat lagi kepala aku.Petang g pasar malam....Burp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabu-Kelas Mr Rizal mcm biase, mendengar presentation yg aku sendiri agak blur.Maklum la, lewat lagi. Cumanya yang menarik adalah utk BEL, kami ada assessment discussion dalam group, y dianggotai oleh Bahari, Pamiey, Meri, Iskandar, Safura dan juga Anis. Aku selaku Chairperson tpakse amek sikap tgu dan lihat kerana perlu jadi se'neutral' yg mungkin utk elakkan bias. Kan best klu aku dapat jadi panel......Xpe la, utk the real meetings we will ask Safura to be the Chaiperson, aku plak jadi sub-ordinates....&lt;br /&gt;Habis kelas aku g gunting rambut, then g beli barangan keperluan kat Tesco....Ajak2 org xda yg nak g, jadi biarlah aku naik bus jer...lega dapat shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malamnya aku ada koko....semakin menarik koko ni....Hopefully I can get an A for this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later guys...lapar la plak...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-8860520925501133393?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/8860520925501133393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/8860520925501133393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/8860520925501133393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-my-life.html' title='Oh My Life'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-6708193789946131077</id><published>2010-02-22T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T03:36:00.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When People Know Nothing Saying Something....</title><content type='html'>Persuasion, not compulsion&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION TIME&lt;br /&gt;By P. GUNASEGARAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When federal laws unambiguously prohibit whipping or caning of women, religious laws must not be allowed to do the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE of the small things that I am grateful for is that I cannot be legally whipped or caned for any offence any more. Yes, there are criminal penalties which can specify whipping, but not for those over 50, I am told. Sometimes being old(er) is an advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason that I won’t be legally whipped is that I am not a Muslim and therefore my personal behaviour is not subject to syariah courts, which can hold me liable for offences such as drinking alcohol and have me caned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me and for millions of Malaysians of all races and religions, Feb 9, 2010, was a sad, black day in the history of our country. On that day, three women were caned legally for the first time ever in this country. They, all Muslims, were caned for engaging in illicit sex, an offence under syariah law, it was announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is shocking that such sentences are being meted out for such offences. While religious laws may allow for such sentences, it is possible for judges to mete out lower sentences, especially when such “offences” are of a very personal nature and harm no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there are loopholes in religious laws which allow such punishment out of all proportion to the “crime” committed, and which go against the sensibilities of most Malaysians, then it is incumbent upon the Government of the day to use the legislature to do the needful. Otherwise it abdicates its responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illicit sex means sex out of wedlock and if we are all not hypocrites, we will admit that it happens all the time, among both Muslims and non-Muslims. To prescribe caning for such an offence is something that most Malaysians are likely to consider just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also opens the door for caning for more minor offences in the eyes of religious officials, such as drinking alcohol. In fact one Muslim woman, who has refused to appeal her case, is currently awaiting a caning sentence to be carried out after she was found guilty of drinking alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That case attracted international attention and made it to the front page of two international financial dailies – The Wall Street Journal and The Financial Times – on the same day last year. The current case, announced on Wednesday, is already beginning to attract world attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With three women already having been caned for illicit sex, the way has been paved for more caning of women in the future. That will not endear Malaysia to Malaysians, let alone foreigners who are inevitably going to equate us with the Taliban. And who can blame them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And are we going to go further down the slippery road and cane women for dressing immodestly too, as has been done in some countries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are already indications that Malays, especially women, are migrating and leaving their homeland, not because they don’t have opportunities here but because as Muslims, their personal freedom is restricted – and there is danger that it will be curtailed even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it has been said the three women did not suffer any cuts or bruises following the caning but that is scant consolation to those who have to undergo such humiliating punishment on top of the intrusion into their personal affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if the caning was not bad enough, alarmingly they spent months in prison. One of them is still serving her jail sentence and will be released only in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three were found guilty of committing illicit sex by the Federal Territory Syariah High Court, which issued the caning order between December last year and last month. Perplexingly, they were not made public at that point of time. The public had no idea of the caning before it was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it was not clear if the women had exercised their full rights under syariah law by appealing the court’s decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are behaviours which should not be treated as if they were criminal offences; but they have been. The offenders have not only been caned but also jailed, which is rather harsh punishment for something which did not harm anyone else and was done in privacy and behind closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is clear indication that there are laws in our statute books – both syariah as well as civil – which are outdated and need to be revised in keeping with the times and the recognition that individuals have personal rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal behaviour between consenting adults that do no physical harm to them and to others should not be legislated. This is in keeping with the development of personal rights throughout the world, and anything that takes away these rights is a step backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is open to interpretation, man interprets it and man can – and does – make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if religious rules are flouted, we should have a system which does not mete out punishment for offences, and focus instead on rehabilitation and counselling. That will be in keeping with the universal tenet that there is no compulsion when it comes to religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custodial and punitive sentences by religious courts should be limited via statutes because personal behaviour of adults is often involved and there is no hurt or harm to any others arising from such behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is about persuasion not compulsion, about faith not certainty, and that is the way we should keep it. Otherwise, bigotry is going to get in the way and we won’t be following the tenets of religion but of those who choose to interpret it the way they want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all seen what happens when religion – no matter what religion – is carried to extremes and hijacked by bigots. We don’t want public flogging, we don’t want arms chopped off, we don’t want people to be stoned to death, and we don’t want people to be burned at the stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have already moved way past that. Let’s not allow a small number of religious bigots to take us back into the dark ages. And for that, we all need to stand up and speak up when our individual rights are trampled upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managing editor P. Gunasegaram is appalled by the number of sins committed in the name of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thestar.com.my/columnists/story.asp?col=questiontime&amp;file=/2010/2/19/columnists/questiontime/5701728&amp;sec=Question&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-6708193789946131077?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/6708193789946131077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-people-know-nothing-saying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/6708193789946131077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bangsaku dijajah&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada yang lebih menyedihkan&lt;br /&gt;dari membiarkan bangsaku dihina&lt;br /&gt;Air mata tiada ertinya&lt;br /&gt;sejarah silam tiada maknanya&lt;br /&gt;sekiranya bangsa tercinta terpinggir&lt;br /&gt;dipersenda dan dilupakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan kecil langkah wira bangsa&lt;br /&gt;para pejuang kemerdekaan&lt;br /&gt;bagi menegakkan kemuliaan&lt;br /&gt;dan darjat bangsa&lt;br /&gt;selangkah beerti mara&lt;br /&gt;mengharung sejuta dugaan&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan bertatih&lt;br /&gt;asalkan langkah itu yakin dan cermat&lt;br /&gt;bagi memastikan negara&lt;br /&gt;merdeka dan bangsa terpelihara&lt;br /&gt;air mata sengsara&lt;br /&gt;mengiringi setiap langkah bapa-bapa kita&lt;br /&gt;Tugas kita bukan kecil&lt;br /&gt;kerana mengisi kemrdekaan&lt;br /&gt;rupanya lebih sukar dari bermandi&lt;br /&gt;keringat dan darah menuntutnya&lt;br /&gt;Lagi pula apalah ertinya kemerdekaan&lt;br /&gt;kalau bangsaku asyik mengia dan menidakkan,&lt;br /&gt;mengangguk dan membenarkan,&lt;br /&gt;kerana sekalipun bangganya negara&lt;br /&gt;kerana makmur dan mewahnya,&lt;br /&gt;bangsaku masih melata&lt;br /&gt;dan meminta-minta di negaranya sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Bukan kecil tugas kita&lt;br /&gt;meneruskan perjuangan kemerdekaan kita&lt;br /&gt;kerana rupanya selain memerdekakan,&lt;br /&gt;mengisi kemerdekaan itu jauh lebih sengsara&lt;br /&gt;Bangsaku bukan kecil hati dan jiwanya&lt;br /&gt;bukankah sejak zaman berzaman&lt;br /&gt;mereka menjadi pelaut, pengembara&lt;br /&gt;malah penakluk terkemuka?&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah mereka sudah mengembangkan sayap,&lt;br /&gt;menjadi pedagang dan peniaga&lt;br /&gt;selain menjadi ulama dan&lt;br /&gt;ilmuan terbilang?&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah bangsaku pernah mengharung&lt;br /&gt;samudera menjajah dunia yang tak dikenal&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah mereka pernah menjadi&lt;br /&gt;wira serantau yang tidak mengenal&lt;br /&gt;erti takut dan kematian?&lt;br /&gt;Di manakah silapnya hingga bangsaku&lt;br /&gt;berasa begitu kecil dan rendah diri?&lt;br /&gt;Apakah angkara penjajah?&lt;br /&gt;Lalu bangsaku mulai&lt;br /&gt;melupakan kegemilangan silam&lt;br /&gt;dan sejarah gemilang membina empayar&lt;br /&gt;Tugas kita belum selesai rupanya&lt;br /&gt;bagi memartabat dan&lt;br /&gt;memuliakan bangsa&lt;br /&gt;kerana hanya bangsa yang berjaya&lt;br /&gt;akan sentiasa dihormati&lt;br /&gt;Rupanya masih jauh dan berliku jalan kita&lt;br /&gt;bukan sekadar memerdeka dan mengisinya&lt;br /&gt;tetapi mengangkat darjat dan kemuliaan&lt;br /&gt;buat selama-lamanya&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini, jalan ini pasti semakin berliku&lt;br /&gt;kerana masa depan belum tentu&lt;br /&gt;menjanjikan syurga&lt;br /&gt;bagi mereka yang lemah dan mudah kecewa&lt;br /&gt;Perjuangan kita belum selesai&lt;br /&gt;kerana hanya yang cekal dan tabah&lt;br /&gt;dapat membina mercu tanda&lt;br /&gt;bangsanya yang berjaya&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Mahathir Mohamad&lt;br /&gt;Mei 1996&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429582507975645682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUBANG JAYA 21 Jan. - Sudah tiga tahun, Tumi Wongsoruju tidak bertemu anak perempuan tunggalnya yang membawa diri tanpa sebarang berita ke Semenanjung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarak yang jauh ditambah pula dengan kesempitan hidup, membuatkan wanita berusia 52 tahun yang tinggal di Kuching, Sarawak itu tidak berupaya mencari anak kesayangannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun kerinduan yang tidak tertanggung lagi, akhirnya mendorong Tumi berhutang dengan saudara-mara bagi membeli tiket penerbangan ke Kuala Lumpur untuk menjejaki anaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbekalkan duit poket RM150 dan alamat sebuah kawasan perumahan di Serdang dekat sini, dia menyusuli anak perempuannya itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Membuang rasa malu dan takut, Tumi yang berasal dari Taman Duranda Emas di Jalan Kuching-Serian memberanikan diri menagih simpati orang ramai untuk membantu mencari rumah anaknya yang berusia 33 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah puas bertanya, dia yang tiba di Semenanjung kelmarin berjaya menemui anak kesayangannya itu hasil bantuan orang ramai dan anggota dari Balai Polis Seri Kembangan, malam tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, perasaan teruja dan gembira bertemu anak yang cukup dirindui bertukar menjadi kenangan pahit yang tidak mungkin dilupakan sepanjang hayatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumi bukan sahaja dihalau bahkan tidak diakui sebagai ibu oleh anak perempuan dan menantunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biarpun bersungguh-sungguh meyakinkan mereka dengan menunjukkan sijil kelahiran anaknya, wanita itu dan suaminya tetap berkeras enggan mengaku Tumi sebagai ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkilan dengan sikap anaknya itu, Tumi yang tidak mempunyai saudara-mara di sini akhirnya berputus asa dan bersetuju mengikut anggota polis ke Balai Polis Seri Kembangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpati dengan nasib Tumi, wartawan Utusan Malaysia dan Kosmo! bersama jurugambar sepakat berkongsi mengeluarkan wang untuk membeli tiket penerbangan dan duit belanja bagi membolehkan dia pulang ke kampung halamannya hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan kerjasama anggota dari Balai Polis Seri Kembangan, Tumi berjaya mendapat tiket penerbangan pulang ke Kuching menaiki pesawat AirAsia pukul 7.40 malam ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara itu, Tumi ketika ditemui dengan berlinangan air mata memberitahu, selain mengubati kerinduan, tujuan dia datang ke Semenanjung adalah untuk memujuk anaknya itu supaya pulang bersamanya ke Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katanya, ini bagi menyelesaikan urusan tuntutan hak penjagaan cucu lelakinya hasil perkahwinan anak perempuannya itu dengan suami pertama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sebelum berkahwin dengan suami sekarang, anak saya pernah mendirikan rumahtangga dengan seorang lelaki berketurunan Bidayuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mereka mempunyai seorang anak yang kini berusia 13 tahun. Kanak-kanak itu dijaga oleh saya selama 11 tahun sebelum diambil oleh bekas menantu yang mendakwa sudah memeluk Islam selepas mereka bercerai," katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumi berkata, dia nekad menuntut hak penjagaan cucu kesayangannya itu kerana bimbang akidah kanak-kanak itu terpesong memandangkan cucunya kini tinggal bersama keluarga bekas menantunya yang beragama Kristian di Kampung Tijirak, Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katanya, anak perempuannya itu merupakan anak tunggalnya hasil perkahwinan dengan suami pertama. Perkahwinannya dengan arwah suami kedua yang merupakan bekas tentera berasal dari Lenggong, Perak, tidak dikurniakan cahaya mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumi yang tinggal seorang diri dan menghidap sakit buah pinggang memberitahu, mereka tidak pernah berselisih faham namun dia terkejut apabila anaknya menghilangkan diri bersama suami barunya ke Semenanjung tiga tahun lalu dan langsung tidak menghubunginya sehingga kini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Biarpun sedih mengenangkan anak kesayangan yang dikandung selama sembilan bulan enggan mengaku saya sebagai ibu tetapi saya tetap memaafkannya dan berharap dia kembali ke pangkuan saya satu hari nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Malah, saya ada membawa sepasang baju kurung baru dan sehelai selendang untuk dihadiahkan kepadanya," katanya yang tidak dapat menyembunyikan rasa terkilan dengan kejadian itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I wont be that foolish girl&lt;br /&gt;-azrai-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-6725745604642734083?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/6725745604642734083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/01/subang-jaya-21-jan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/6725745604642734083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/6725745604642734083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/01/subang-jaya-21-jan.html' title=''/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S1nAhhqQGfI/AAAAAAAAACY/MNGiUcSx910/s72-c/je_01.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-5621567487076698001</id><published>2010-01-21T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T06:52:09.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy moments.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S1hpE3Cgm0I/AAAAAAAAACI/5MlCdZ27Gis/s1600-h/Appy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S1hpE3Cgm0I/AAAAAAAAACI/5MlCdZ27Gis/s320/Appy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429204883010001730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very memorable night today. After we had our  dinner somewhere in Section 11, we are quite hazy on our next agenda of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to burn our calories, we decided to go for karaoke at Ole2 Sec 18. This was the 1st time that we had Jeme in our car, enjoying dinner together and went for a few songs at the toilet (Karaoke Jamban la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!!! 11 songs were really a challenge for us. We had been singing most of the recent Malaysia songs such as 'Masih Jelas', Harapan, Dan Sebenarnya....and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TQ to Azman, Bhari and Amrie for making my day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights fellas!!!!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-5621567487076698001?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/5621567487076698001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/5621567487076698001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/5621567487076698001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-moments.html' title='Happy moments.....'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S1hpE3Cgm0I/AAAAAAAAACI/5MlCdZ27Gis/s72-c/Appy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-8579497092312620629</id><published>2010-01-20T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:07:15.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate My Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>The situation that I'm referring to would be yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class started early in the morning up until 12noon at the faculty. i can put my concentration upon the lectures and I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I dashed to pusat Kesihatan UiTM upon my weekly checkups on my high blood pressure. Praise to Allah, everything seems to be fine without anything suspicious. Well...i am control on my dietary taking everyday, coz i have to save a lot of money b4 the allowances *ka-ching*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I help myself a plate of plain rice with tomyam at PKNS as i have to sent my letters on my medication back to my hometown(What a tiring journey!!!). Within Allah's will, I had been blessed to go and pay my tithes aka Zakat at the Pusat Zakat Negeri Selangor. Alhamdulillah....may I have a peaceful mind and being able to do it again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiting for the bus to Seksyen 17 was a tiring moments. T529 was nowhere to be found till 2.15pm.....WTF!!!!A lot of my time had been wasted here....if only i have my own car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reached INTEC, i put myself in the library to indulge with all the journals that we should be finding in groups. Huhu....what to do....&lt;br /&gt;The findings went on till 5pm...and rm12 off for the 'kad fotostat'!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was on the way to the surau, I noticed a yellow notices at the Pejabat Am....saying thet my COCO will be changed to Friday....4-6Pm!!! OMG!!!....and the class for yesterday was canceled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only that I knew earlier.....Sabar je la....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-8579497092312620629?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/8579497092312620629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-my-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/8579497092312620629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/8579497092312620629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-my-day.html' title='I Hate My Day!!!!'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-5633518125889681652</id><published>2010-01-08T04:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T04:55:17.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Town Kuala Pilah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S0crD3hWAwI/AAAAAAAAACA/LtFXfkQxgmg/s1600-h/Kp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S0crD3hWAwI/AAAAAAAAACA/LtFXfkQxgmg/s320/Kp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424351621634458370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S0cq4P-ZHKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VcL5YU94ql4/s1600-h/Kp+row.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S0cq4P-ZHKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VcL5YU94ql4/s320/Kp+row.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424351422040317090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S0cqry8ik3I/AAAAAAAAABw/HPGK-Ad2Qhs/s1600-h/MDKP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S0cqry8ik3I/AAAAAAAAABw/HPGK-Ad2Qhs/s320/MDKP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424351208089490290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S0cqa-_0UsI/AAAAAAAAABo/wLHPo6lReG0/s1600-h/Pok+drvg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S0cqa-_0UsI/AAAAAAAAABo/wLHPo6lReG0/s320/Pok+drvg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424350919266685634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S0cqCuJ0J9I/AAAAAAAAABg/6GOCWIiPrMQ/s1600-h/Public+bank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S0cqCuJ0J9I/AAAAAAAAABg/6GOCWIiPrMQ/s320/Public+bank.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424350502428354514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S0cplGE8X7I/AAAAAAAAABY/meRiq46uS8A/s1600-h/Uitmkp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S0cplGE8X7I/AAAAAAAAABY/meRiq46uS8A/s320/Uitmkp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424349993454297010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Universiti Teknologi MARA Negeri Sembilan Campus for the past 6years. During my schoolyears, i had been admiring the Uni students' life and alhamdulillah, I was given the chance to enroll in the same Uni in TESL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd Pic is the Public Bank of Kuala Pilah, one of the oldest building in the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha......third pic is my driving school....still trying for my motorbike license...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 4 is the Town Council building....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIc 5...nice morning view of the town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 6--------------------what can i say more....I love this town&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-5633518125889681652?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/5633518125889681652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-town-kuala-pilah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/5633518125889681652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/5633518125889681652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-town-kuala-pilah.html' title='My Town Kuala Pilah'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/S0crD3hWAwI/AAAAAAAAACA/LtFXfkQxgmg/s72-c/Kp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-9062379853167243056</id><published>2010-01-06T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:29:58.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day Out</title><content type='html'>After a while staying in College and going for classes, yesterday was the day that i had it all just for me. I went to the UiTM Health Center to do my BP checking and i met the doc as my cough was getting worse. But unfortunately, I was having a fever.....Am I???? and my BP was ok.....Off to PKNS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PKNS: The Post Office was jammed with people, and i have to wait more than 50 people that came b4 me. But it's ok, as long as i know my bonus for ASB. Alhamdulillah, I will save it up for my 2nd degree later on. Then I went to Mydin Sec 17 to do my shopping. Came back at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8.30pm, went out with Laily to Ali's Corner as our routine meetings. But the shocking thing is that Hanis called her saying that she wanted to meet us at Pok Li. Ery and Bashir was also present. We had a nice chat, revealing back the old good memories of bing a school students. Playing UNO and everything, but the issues of our reunion come into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...let just the time decide when will all of us have the opportunity to meet each other again....I LOVE all of my friends....May Allah bless us all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-9062379853167243056?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/9062379853167243056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-day-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/9062379853167243056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/9062379853167243056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-day-out.html' title='My Day Out'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-2860700764876483041</id><published>2010-01-05T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T03:00:07.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 4 2010</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah...Within Allah's will, I had the ability to come back to UiTM Shah Alam to continue my studies. Well...everything seems to be fine now, but have not meet all of the lecs as it is still the early part of the sem. I had been lucky to book all of my books for this sem from my friend(now a senior) which i had known her since the years of matriculations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i would say that I had homesicks earlier, as i was the one who had taken care of my Grandma (Wan) during the break. I had tried my best to fulfill all of her wishes, and being far away from her is not an easy tasks. I pray to Allah that He'll grant her (Zainab Sulaiman)with a good health, a healthy minds and let her be under His blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also quite flattered that I have friends that can always help me especially upon the transportation factors. As most of you did't know, I failed to pass my license test b4, so my bro will not get me a motorbike. It has been a tough life in Shah Alam. It would be a big tasks to board the UiTM buses as it doesnt follow its own schedule, but Meri n pamiey had borrowed their siblings transport just to let me n Berry take a ride too.....Their deeds will only can be repay by Allah....Amin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task are coming....so see U all next post...Bubye....=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-2860700764876483041?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/2860700764876483041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/01/part-4-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/2860700764876483041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/2860700764876483041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2010/01/part-4-2010.html' title='Part 4 2010'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-6832109508164021667</id><published>2009-12-26T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T19:37:15.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sekadar.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/SzbWHNkD2CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTbuiQLNNbk/s1600-h/Azrai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/SzbWHNkD2CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTbuiQLNNbk/s320/Azrai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419754620975306786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azrai, Noraini, Tokoh Santun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUALA KANGSAR 20 Dis. - Bergelar anak yatim dan hidup dihimpit kemiskinan, bukanlah alasan untuk gagal dalam pelajaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbekalkan semangat dan kecekalan untuk 'berdiri sama tinggi, duduk sama rendah', mendorong Azrai Mohd. Noor, 21, belajar bersungguh-sungguh hingga mampu menjejakkan kaki ke menara gading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi anak muda berasal dari Kuala Pilah, Negeri Sembilan ini, tiada apa yang mustahil untuk dicapai selagi ada kemahuan untuk berjaya dan mencipta kehidupan yang lebih baik demi masa depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Saya tidak mahu menjadikan keadaan diri dan keluarga alasan untuk tidak berjaya dalam hidup," katanya kepada Utusan Malaysia ketika ditemui selepas diumumkan Tokoh Skim Kecemerlangan Pelajar Miskin/Anak Yatim Nasional (Santun) 2009 kategori lelaki sempena majlis penutup program itu di sini malam tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azrai berkata, ibunya bekerja sebagai operator pembersihan bagi menyara kehidupan mereka sekeluarga dan menanggung segala perbelanjaannya harian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Kalau hendak dihitung dengan pendapatan kecil ibu, mana cukup untuk menanggung kami seramai empat orang tetapi disebabkan kesedaran untuk mengubah nasib, menguatkan semangat saya untuk berjaya," katanya yang merupakan anak bongsu daripada tiga beradik itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azrai berjaya membuktikan kesungguhannya apabila dia mencatat keputusan cemerlang Ujian Pencapaian Sekolah Rendah (5A), Penilaian Menengah Rendah (8A) dan 7A dalam peperiksaan Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (SPM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendapat pendidikan menengah di Sekolah Menengah Tuanku Mohamad, Kuala Pilah, Azrai kini mengikuti pengajian dalam bidang pendidikan di Universiti Teknologi Mara (UiTM), Shah Alam melalui tajaan biasiswa Kementerian Pelajaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara itu, tokoh bagi kategori perempuan, dimenangi oleh Siti Noraini Baharuddin, l9, dari Jeli, Kelantan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti Noraini juga berasal daripada keluarga miskin kini menuntut di Politeknik Tuanku Sultanah Bahiyah, Kulim, Kedah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Santun sentiasa memberi bimbingan dan dorongan untuk anak-anak miskin seperti saya meneruskan kehidupan. Saya sangat bersyukur kerana masih ada pihak yang mengambil berat nasib golongan seperti kami," katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti Noraini berkata, kejayaan terpilih sebagai Tokoh Santun akan menyuntik semangatnya untuk berusaha dengan lebih bersungguh-sungguh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anugerah disampaikan oleh Menteri di Jabatan Perdana Menteri, Datuk Jamil Khir Baharom yang menutup program itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Program empat hari anjuran Yayasan Pembangunan Ekonomi Islam Malaysia (Yapeim) itu berlangsung di Kem Program Latihan Khidmat Negara (PLKN) Desa Rimba, Sauk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadir sama ialah Pengerusi Lembaga Pengarah Yapeim, Datuk Tajuddin Abdul Rahman dan Ketua Pengarah Yapeim, Dr. Abdul Malik Awang Kechil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://utusan.com.my/utusan/info.asp?y=2009&amp;dt=1221&amp;pub=utusan_malaysia&amp;sec=Dalam_Negeri&amp;pg=dn_35.htm&amp;arc=hive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-6832109508164021667?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/6832109508164021667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/12/sekadar.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/6832109508164021667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/6832109508164021667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/12/sekadar.html' title='Sekadar.....'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/SzbWHNkD2CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zTbuiQLNNbk/s72-c/Azrai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-6763436235572519635</id><published>2009-11-05T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:54:52.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sultan Mahmud Mangkat Dijulang-revisited-</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, we had manged to fulfill all the requirement needed for the component of TSL 520: Teaching english Through Drama. It has been a very laborious activity that needs everyone's commitment without any hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank all of my group members who had been giving their 110% of their level of anxiety towards the huge success of our theater:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Napis&lt;br /&gt;2. Afiq Shazwan&lt;br /&gt;3. Mak Long Saadah&lt;br /&gt;4. Aimi Fadzlin&lt;br /&gt;5. Ahmad Faizal&lt;br /&gt;6. Anwar Juhari&lt;br /&gt;7. Aizad Azmi&lt;br /&gt;8. Rizal&lt;br /&gt;9. Angah Khuzaimah&lt;br /&gt;10.Iskandar Rock&lt;br /&gt;11. Azhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting the credits also goes to our extras: Najah, Seha, Ainatul and Muyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is being made by me and nafis based on the historical background of Kota Tgi,Johor. Within the Sultan Mahmud's era, Johorian live in peaceful and harmony, up till the attacks of the pirates. Laksamana Bentan was asked to take the troops tp the sea and leave his pregnant wife wit his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pregnant Dang Anum had been craving for a jackfruit since the day that she bumped into one. One afternoon, Dato Penghulu n Dato bentara Alam was asked to bring the fruit to the palace. Have no hearts to see a woman tears, me(Dato Penghulu) had cut a hole on the fruit and gave it to Dang Anum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sultan pissed off bcoz of that. Dang Anum was slash into 2 and the unborn baby was taken out mercilessly. The Laksamana came back n being told a make story by Tun Bija Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he got the real news, he took revenge upon the Sultan at the Mosque of Kota Tinggi in one Friday afternoon. B4 the Sultan died, he had put the cursed upon all the Bentanians who step in the land of Kota Tinggi will vomit their blood till they die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to all....And thank u 4 ur supports!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-6763436235572519635?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/6763436235572519635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/11/sultan-mahmud-mangkat-dijulang_05.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/6763436235572519635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/6763436235572519635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/11/sultan-mahmud-mangkat-dijulang_05.html' title='Sultan Mahmud Mangkat Dijulang-revisited-'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-348125218130644610</id><published>2009-11-03T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:35:45.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sultan Mahmud Mangkat Dijulang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/SvA_ouf4-KI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZfT3EhJpP7I/s1600-h/sultan+mhmd+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/SvA_ouf4-KI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZfT3EhJpP7I/s320/sultan+mhmd+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399885922126330018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok poster ni dulu yer....Post saya hantar kemudian ble internet laju...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-348125218130644610?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/348125218130644610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/11/sultan-mahmud-mangkat-dijulang.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/348125218130644610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/348125218130644610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/11/sultan-mahmud-mangkat-dijulang.html' title='Sultan Mahmud Mangkat Dijulang'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/SvA_ouf4-KI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZfT3EhJpP7I/s72-c/sultan+mhmd+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-4326416660756103040</id><published>2009-11-03T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:18:23.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/SvA43vKOkpI/AAAAAAAAABA/fa616eB9PMo/s1600-h/muhriz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/SvA43vKOkpI/AAAAAAAAABA/fa616eB9PMo/s320/muhriz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399878483420549778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAULAT TUANKU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tak lapuk dek hujan&lt;br /&gt;tak lokang dek paneh&lt;br /&gt;tak lomak dek santan&lt;br /&gt;tak kuning dek kunyit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dibasuh berabih air&lt;br /&gt;dikikih berabih bosi&lt;br /&gt;dianjak layu&lt;br /&gt;dicabut mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adat dipakai baru&lt;br /&gt;kain dibasuh usang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perbidalan adat di atas tepat sekali mnerangkan Yamtuan sbg payung negeri tempat rakyat menumpang kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izinkan hamba berpena dalam bahasa Inggeris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a great honour to the humble citizens of Negeri Sembilan upon the coronation of the His Royal Highness Tuanku Muhriz ibni Almarhum Tuanku Munawir as the new Yamtuan in the region of Negeri Sembilan. The Dato Undang yg Empat (The Wise 4 Men of the Custom) had chosen Tuanku Muhriz as the newly apointed Yamtuan after the death of Tuanku jaafar (al-Fatihah) by the end of last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a normal citizen that uphold the credibility of the Malay custom and tradition (although that i am Eng oriented), i was really proud to wait the full coronation ceremony from TV1 live from my hostels since 8am in the morning. It was really a wonderful moments to see that the custom of Adat Perpatih had been once again being arise from the land that was my 'tanah tumpah darahku'. I was born in the Biduanda clan, but i have no interest to be any Dato Adat aka Lembago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that with the help of the current state government under DSU Mohamad Hj Hassan, the prosperous of the state wil always been retained. TQ Dato for the new Bukit Putus. We had been waiting for it since the day that i was born in the land of Kuala Pilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAULAT TUANKU&lt;br /&gt;DAULAT TUANKU&lt;br /&gt;DAULAT TUANKU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL HAIL THE YAMTUAN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-4326416660756103040?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/4326416660756103040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/11/daulat-tuanku-tak-lapuk-dek-hujan-tak.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/4326416660756103040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/4326416660756103040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/11/daulat-tuanku-tak-lapuk-dek-hujan-tak.html' title=''/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/SvA43vKOkpI/AAAAAAAAABA/fa616eB9PMo/s72-c/muhriz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-1566883127868470735</id><published>2009-10-21T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:31:28.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pish Posh XoXo.....</title><content type='html'>Hmmm....Ell claimed that one of my post (Interpetasi) was hers...True enough, but that was life is all about....rotating and keep on changing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ell....the person that saw u in the crowd(Klu btol ko la) is being a good friend to U....It's quite rare to see a transparent friendship that u can find nowadays without any hidden intention. Make sure that U will always appreciate him, no matter what happens k....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me keep on living a very fast pace of life...We had a drama production to be staged on Oct 31 2009 ()Sultan Mahmud Mangkat Dijulang) is my group. Too many things to be done in such a very short period of time. Then 1 more assignment, 1 test and 1 more Listening test that i have to go through with....Allah, please give me the strength to manage all of these....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going places here and there make me tired, but what can we say...kita hidup muda ni skali jer, so we have to try all of the things that we wanted to do before we are too ashamed to do all that...Among the list would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mandi hujan ketika hujan lebat (dulu bogel jer, tapi skrg xblh dah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tengok TV sampai lebam bijik mata(then mak marah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bgembira pegi skolah(kuliah....Hmmm....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. making friends with all of the people(now we have ego)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eating without thinking our budget(siap boleh menabung lagi dulu....but now???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We are so cute and cuddly(but now i'm cubby...=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. and the list goes on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen in our life, and apreciate all of it k....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam....&lt;br /&gt;Going to study my third language....&lt;br /&gt;11.35 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-1566883127868470735?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/1566883127868470735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/10/pish-posh-xoxo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/1566883127868470735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/1566883127868470735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/10/pish-posh-xoxo.html' title='Pish Posh XoXo.....'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-4876237046542263590</id><published>2009-10-19T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:52:08.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we need to clear our minds.....</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.....i don't know why, but somehow the tension is in the air. Everybody (especially my friends) are having swing of mood no matter what time it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, i can always tolerate about it as long as it doesnt touch on any sensitive part of me. We live in the same situation, why do we need to enroll in such things???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the burden of boredom are too much nowadays...although that there are bundles of things to be settled at one particular time, but trust me, i am not in the mood of finishing it. WHY??? Well... i cant say much, but it is not easy to do all sort of hings when u miss someone that u love so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a couple of weeks since i went back to my hometown, and hopefully nothings come in the middle of this week to interrupt my weekend. And hopefully i can grab a few novels this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios, i'm off to make my third language video with Su, Ila n milah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-4876237046542263590?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/4876237046542263590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-do-we-need-to-clear-our-minds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/4876237046542263590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/4876237046542263590'/><link 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ketika kerinduan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepiring keikhlasan buatmu sahabat&lt;br /&gt;Yang sudi memberi tak kenal erti penat&lt;br /&gt;Walau kita jauh tak mungkin berjabat&lt;br /&gt;Namun akhirnya kasihku masih utuh erat&lt;br /&gt;Membawa dan mengenal erti kudrat iradat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekeping hati dibawa berlari&lt;br /&gt;Menjunjung kasih penuh bererti&lt;br /&gt;Kepada siapa yang mampu mengerti&lt;br /&gt;Jauh mengenal erti emansipasi&lt;br /&gt;Buat mengenal diri sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Juga menilai erti makna maknawi.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By&lt;br /&gt;Tuah Cendana&lt;br /&gt;18/10/09 6.20pm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-1647208309998276051?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/1647208309998276051/comments/default' title='Post 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me, it was a really big momento in life....when she had declared me as a bro to him, than she is a like a sister to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although that i was the last member in the family, but i am very protective when it comes to be as a friend....I can do almost anything when we are in the pure bond of friendship....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ell....TQ 4 dat title, and i hope nothing will boke the bond that we had been saving for the past 10 years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, I was just trying to be a real friend to u....and no hiden intention for that....I have anak Cik Timah, U, Thew, Jas&lt; Fadh and all others of our friends from SKKP n TMS that i love the most in life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that i cant be at ur side for the time that u need me....but i"ll try my best starting from now as we are no longer friends....but brothers instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank U Allah 4 keep on giving me friends that really care for me....for smile and tears....for good and bads....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can take me for who i am...Big or small....Fat or thin....stupid or clever....we will fight for victory forever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my KESATRIA friends today....TQ Dear.....TQ my dearie friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless us all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-794665837222788286?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/794665837222788286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/10/berhembus-angin-malam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/794665837222788286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/794665837222788286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/10/berhembus-angin-malam.html' title='Berhembus Angin Malam...'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-5705890059591080824</id><published>2009-10-17T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T08:12:25.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nukilan sebuah Sahabat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="publishwithline" style="margin: auto 0cm;" mce_style="margin:auto 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Interpretasi sebuah perasaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Ops..perasaan ni sesuatu yang susah sangat kita nak ucapkan..n,I do remember ape yg az cakap to me tonite n last nite.as wat az saying to me~appreciate what u have today astonite might be ur last sleep forever~ n ~hiding from reality is something that you will be suffering the most in the future~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Dan az selalu membuatkan aku rasa sedang ber `sms ` dgn seorg Shakespeare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Malam ni aku merindui segala saat dan moment aku di zaman sekolah.di zaman kami selalu sama2,berbincang macam2..dari debat,bawak ke forum,bawak ke pertandingan NILAM, bawak ke perihal study dan berbangkit ke isu peribadi dan keluargadan..ape lagi ek sweet moment kami?banyak lagi..dan terkenang port kegemaran blakang blok,tempat di mana aku paling suka melepak sambil menulis puisi.wahahaha..very da jiwang!but, aku dah semakin hilang skills ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Saat itu, apa yang paling banyak di benak hanyalah keluarga yang sangat dicintai sepenuh hati dan juga pelajaran yang bagi aku sesuatu yang paling menjadi keutamaan.tak ada istilah teman lelaki n apa-apa sahaja sebab masa itu dunia aku hanyalah AKU dan BUKU~yang paling penting,semangat untuk berlumba-lumba menjadi anak yang paling disayangi dan dibanggakan abah sebab cemerlang.masa itu,ein dah masuk MOZAC.angah pulak dari SAMURA masuk ke PASUM.dan along?masih lagi aku ingat aku menangis masa tinggalkan along dekat matrix UPM sebab aku sedih sangat nak bagi along masuk asrama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;.dorang semua adalah inspirasi aku untuk berjaya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt; dan paling penting abah!walaupun aku rasa abah ni garang sangat tapi aku Nampak sekarang kalau abah tak garang entah-entah aku ni sekarang tak jadi orang dah,jadi kucing kot.hahaha..dan takkan ada lah seorang HERNI yang begini tanpa seorang ayah yang bernama AMINUDIN di sisinya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Perasaan datang silih berganti.suka.gembira.sakit.pedih.trauma..apa saja!ia bersilih ganti,seperti mana hadir dan perginya seseorang di dalam hidup.yang penting setiap perasaan dan setiap yang menyinggah di dalam hidup ini akan meninggalkan kisahnya yang tersendiri.tak kisahlah apa pun kisahnya, ia menjadikan kita insan yang lebih matang melihat kehidupan dan lebih dewasa dalam menginterpretasi sebuah perasaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Bak kata mak, aku sangat kuat dengan perasaan.hm..kuat dari segi apa ya?hanya mak yang tahu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Semakin usia meningkat naik,dari hari ke hari dan tahun berganti tahun,kadang-kadang aku terasa yang aku semakin hilang dibawa sesuatu.iya!pengalaman mengajar kita menghadapi banyak perkara dengan lebih baik.dan sebenarnya apa yangmenjadikan aku tersentuh malam ni bila az kata yang ~once you hide your feelings, you might be get used to it and you will be suffering of not-having- a- feeling-syndrome~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;And actually I already suffering this syndrome but not too chronic yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Apa yang az kata membuatkan aku rasa macam tengah berputar-putar di atas sesuatu,macam jauh sangat berfikir dan menerbangkan diri ke tempat yang lain.dan selalu seperti biasa, kata-kata az n tirah~both of my dear ni selalu membuatkan aku jauh mengelamun.haruslah..they knew me for 10 years.mereka membesar bersama-sama aku,menangis dan ketawa,meraih kejayaan,berkongsi kegagalan dan memburu impian bersama-sama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Walaupun lepas habis aje UPSR tuh,tirah membawa diri ke SHAM n az je yang stay kat TMS dengan aku..dan waktu tu aku merasakan sedikit kesedihan sebab tak dapat masuk boarding school,tapi masa tu aku sangat pasrah je.az sambung ke SMAP Labu.tapi kejap je,then dia balik TMS!heheh..dan di situlah kami bermula sebagai kawan sepasukan untuk aktiviti-aktiviti sekolah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;, sebab dulu az ada fadhi~tet.hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Lepas PMR, kami meraih kejayaan yang sama.tirah, aku dan az.tirah masuk SAINS Puteri Cyberjaya, dan az pulak dapat STAR.uhuk2..dan masa tu aku dah rasakan angin-angin kena tinggal sebab aku tak dapat offer memana pun!sedih sangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Dan az pilih untuk stay dekat TMS, dan aku ingat lagi masa dia nak bagitahu dia tak nak pergi STAR sangat kelakar ok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Lepas beberapa lama menanti,aku pun dapat tawaran sambung ke MRSM BP.masa itu aku rasa tak nak pergi sebab aku sangat sayang TMS ni.abah pujuk aku,tempat tu jauh!!walaupun aku ni suka sangat explore benda baru, tapi aku masa tuh dah berputus asa dengan apa-apa tawaran pun.kebetulan aku dapat tahu pasal tawaran tu masa aku baru balik dari competition drama~aku jadi tukang mekap.blueks.haha..lepas abah pujuk barulah aku pilih untuk pergi walaupun sebenarnya~aku sayang sangat TMS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Hari pendaftaran aku kat MRSM bertindih dengan kedatangan surat tawaran dari SBPI Jempol.again n again,sampai sekarang ada terselit rasa kesal jugak.kenapa surat tu sampai lambat?kenapa aku dah daftar baru aku dapat surat tawaran tuh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;.tapi kadang-kadang ada sesetengah benda yang kita tak dapat nak lihat apa yang tersiratnya,yang pasti semua perkara berhikmah.mungkin sebab aku ke MRSM aku lebih berdikari dan lebih tabah menghadapi hidup sekarang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Lepas SPM, sekali lagi kami meraih kejayaan jugak.yang pasti paling cemerlang az!aku dan atirah Alhamdulillah Cuma ada sedikit jugak kekesalan kat sini sebab aku nak sambung ke luar Negara,tapi..tak tercapai!.dan kemudian tirah sambung pengajian dekat matriks n9 az jugak!dan aku?ditawarkan ke matriks Melaka tapi akhirnya aku memilih utara sekali lagi..Pra Ijazah Undang-Undang UiTM Kedah.az masuk matriks kejap je and dia pilih nak sambung ke Maktab Perguruan dekat Kelantan tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Dan sekarang?aku kat sini~UiTM Shah Alam.tirah?dekat UMT dan az? Ops..otw ke INTEC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;I want to let u know ok~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;az n tirah, i really appreciate every single things that both of u do to me. Thanks for every single words when I was down, every single feeling of sadness that we share when I felt that this life is not fair to me. Thanks for all encouragement. Thanks for always beside me and guide me when I felt that I did not know which way I should follow. Thanks for your entire compliment and criticize. Thanks for being someone that never stab me back. Thanks for being someone that always be there for me. And even, time and space make us far..i won’t forget you because you always here, in my heart till my last breath..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;(English merepek ape??)ahahha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;LAMA DAH NI...sekadar nak update....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" mce_style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;17 Okt 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8594307915845605314-5705890059591080824?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/5705890059591080824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/10/nukilan-sebuah-sahabat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/5705890059591080824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/5705890059591080824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/10/nukilan-sebuah-sahabat.html' title='Nukilan sebuah Sahabat...'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-7948855346105393766</id><published>2009-10-15T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T04:17:27.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise To Allah...</title><content type='html'>After hearing the Azzan from the nearest Madrasah, i felt the calm that can suits me the best. Earlier today(Lemau), I was sooooo negative about life, as it even have a great impact to me all day long...But Having a  friend that had cal it slowly to me, i soon realize that i was out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I had regain myself back, TQ to a girl name Emi....TQ for being there when i need U....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now back to the mood that as normal as possble, and I hope that I can manage myself well until my lst paper for this sem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ell....i know that u didnt know that I have a blog now, but trust me k.....The boy is just being a boy, and he is sooooooo damn stupid for not seeing the pearl in front of his eyes....Just let him go k....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never ever say that the fate that Allah had planned for U....It is hard to face the real fact of love.....Sedangkan lidah lagi tergigit kata P.Ramlee....not Ramlee burger k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to move forward without having regrets upon our past....If we were keep on living on our shadow, we will always feel depress about urself......let it go, coz Allah knows the best for U....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is too much sacrifice at one part, but it can also be a stream of good memoirs to be remembered ntil the day we die....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us always remember that Allah will always be there for us.....He never forgets us, only we are forgetting Him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless us all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Maghrib n Yasinan....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-7948855346105393766?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/7948855346105393766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/10/praise-to-allah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/7948855346105393766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/7948855346105393766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/10/praise-to-allah.html' title='Praise To Allah...'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-6930374619511241660</id><published>2009-10-14T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:08:02.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemau....</title><content type='html'>Hari ni xtaw la knp dari ml tadi lagi aku rasa khilangan motivasi dalam diri sendiri.....Banyak gle keje yg menanti depan mata tapi aku amek kputusan utk tido jer malam tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought by having a nice sleep last night will kills all sort of negative emotion within me, but somehow te same feelings are stil around me, up until this moning class of Mdm Jeba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to excell in my studies, but i need to know who am i first in order to reach my goals....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah....adakah ini petanda yg aku semakin jauh dariMu kerana kelalaian dan kealpaanku mengejar dunia???? Ke mana harus ku bawa diri jika aku berdosa padaMu Ya Allah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seringkali aku mlewatkan solatku demi menyiapkan apa yg perlu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seringkali aku menangguhkan ibadah kepada Mu dalam mengejar hiburan yg melalaikan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seringkali aku tlupa bahawa hidup di dunia in cuma satu sandiwara yg semetara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ampunkanlah diri hambaMu yg hina ini Ya Allah..Bantulah aku utk mencari nilai diriku yg sebenar,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permudahkanlah aku mhdapi kpelbagaian kerenah merentasi khidupan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DariMu aku datang dan kepadaMu jualah tempat aku kembali.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin.....-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nukilan Sebelum Peperiksaan Mandarin dan Listening 2&lt;br /&gt;InTEC Libraray&lt;br /&gt;1.10pm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-6930374619511241660?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/6930374619511241660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/10/lemau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/6930374619511241660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/6930374619511241660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/10/lemau.html' title='Lemau....'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-360305701526789338</id><published>2009-10-14T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:32:50.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StXRX8kKnWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ieD-5UaRcUo/s1600-h/2764871712_f7904ddaa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StXRX8kKnWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ieD-5UaRcUo/s320/2764871712_f7904ddaa1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392446338171051362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT READY YET.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY TUAH CENDANA.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready yet.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready yet.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready yet.....&lt;br /&gt;When I will be ready for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all of our yesterday's had lighted fools....&lt;br /&gt;to choose between the road not taken...&lt;br /&gt;Do Tanggang's homecoming brings more harm then good???&lt;br /&gt;Or will it just like a dead crow in the drain near the post office....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Lord of Flies will soon be gone&lt;br /&gt;Nor will the Mango Season will come once more&lt;br /&gt;But Eliza soons to meet her Higgins&lt;br /&gt;Or Black Beauty will be gay or boy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times goes on in and out&lt;br /&gt;waiting no tides, waiting no men&lt;br /&gt;The memoir will always stay in my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the truth wll remains in all that we are....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-360305701526789338?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/360305701526789338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-not-ready-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/360305701526789338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/360305701526789338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-not-ready-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StXRX8kKnWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ieD-5UaRcUo/s72-c/2764871712_f7904ddaa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594307915845605314.post-7390105234406712021</id><published>2009-10-14T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:23:40.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Mutual</title><content type='html'>I keep on asking myself...why don't i jump into having someone that is very special in my life as most of my friends have their Bf n Gf....but why am i single???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....having a GF is somehow not the most important goals in my life, as i have other goals in life.Hmmm....love can be hurtful to us and others, even sometimes u might loose friends that is sooo near to u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, i would like to share to a friend of mine...Ell.....Let the one that u love comes to u in order to maintain the relationship with him or her. yes, we need to let go a few things. i know that it's hard to be done, but trust me, u dont want to mess up more in ur life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workloads seems to be endless at this moment...till we meet again...Adios...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-7390105234406712021?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/7390105234406712021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-is-mutual.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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adalah hari jadi seorang sahabat yg sgt baik dalam hidup saya.yg telah mengenal siapa Tuah Cendana sebelum dia menjadi seorg yg ada pd hari nini, during the world seems to be the most happiest place to stay forever. Biarlah kita kenali dirinya dgn Ell. Malangnya saya tiada di sisinya ketika dia sgt2 perlukan, n bcoz of that, she had almost losing one of the most important person in her life. Wouldnt it be nice if somehow that everything that we had indulged in a day and only the sweet memories remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ell....i'm sorry that i cant be at ur side 24 hours a day, but trust me, my doa will always be with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may my first post in the blog will not be my last one, and hopefully i will have sufficient time to all of this task....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594307915845605314-1057591695095543945?l=tuahcendana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/feeds/1057591695095543945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/10/perasaan-melepasi-kesalahan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/1057591695095543945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594307915845605314/posts/default/1057591695095543945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuahcendana.blogspot.com/2009/10/perasaan-melepasi-kesalahan.html' title='Perasaan melepasi kesalahan'/><author><name>tuahcendana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11692541397314046690</uri><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/_7RmJz7VCxGs/StNRWttmymI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QWon0hi00JA/S220/Mask.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
