<?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-6491712996324609848</id><updated>2012-01-06T13:12:24.380+08:00</updated><category term='my niece yasmin..the dj in the making...'/><category term='my niece yasmin'/><title type='text'>Linda Mohamed</title><subtitle type='html'>Simply Muslimah..i want my life to be a story...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>339</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-1818550479582006148</id><published>2012-01-06T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:12:24.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gifts frm my mother in law in Cairo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNbBW7RSUOU/TwaCtOJetBI/AAAAAAAAA7M/XgrXWvpI1ME/s1600/kuih2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sBW8khAaick/TwZ_SHbmkyI/AAAAAAAAA6U/rjY3ZA9rhVs/s320/130911-63.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694378728065766178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismilahirahmanirahim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulilah..alhamdulilah...2012 is here...2011 has been a wonderful journey in my life...a lot of happiness than heartbreaks like 2010..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been crying a lot in 2010 but i can't stop smiling in 2011...alhamdulilah...i met the man of my dream...he loves me so much and love me for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insyallah 2012 will be a wonderful year for us and everybody...i got the feeling that this year will be the best year...looking forward to have a baby...and i always pray for a twin babies...amin...amin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting 2012 with a lot of joy..my whole families are at my place...waiting for the new year fireworks...subhanallah...its really the best new year ever!!! watching the fireworks with my habibi and family members and the best part was when habibi hugs me and whispered to my ears "happy birthday sayang, i love you so much!!" alhamdulilah...i've found my happiness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my dearest readers..if you have read my previous blogs you should have know how much pain i've suffered in finding my soulmates....i think its all worth a wait and all my patience are paid off...Alhamdulilah syukur...Allah had granted my doas and all the tears are not wasted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm 38 on the 1st January 2012 and i hope Allah heard my doas...and make me a better person....insyallah we'll meet again in another entries...take care my dearest readers....May Allah bless you and your wonderful families and friends....wasalam....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-1882981038616392124?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1882981038616392124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1882981038616392124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-2012.html' title='Hello 2012!!!'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sBW8khAaick/TwZ_SHbmkyI/AAAAAAAAA6U/rjY3ZA9rhVs/s72-c/130911-63.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-6147913681427457927</id><published>2011-12-02T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T13:33:38.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bertaubatlah...</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam Jumaat Al Mubarak sahabat yang dirahmati Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah tak ada orang marah2 pada korang pasal korang letak ayat2 suci Allah dan Hadis2 di Facebook korang? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku dah terkene last few weeks...mmg sakit hati....aku mengucap panjang bila di hina oleh org2 ini..mereka kata aku bukan sempurna pun nak letak ayat2 tu kat FB aku? Ya Allah...aku letak kat wall aku...so aku punya suka la kan....sharing pasal agama kat kawan2...tak sangka ada org marah!!Apsal? Terasa la tu kan? Padahal mmg aku selalu letak ayat2 , zikir, hadis dan cerita2 menarik tentang sahabat2 Nabi Allah tak sangka ada golongan yang tak suka...dan mula menghina aku dan kata aku busuk hati? Astaghfirullah.....apa nak jadi dgn org 'islam' mcm ni... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mohon agar Allah berikan mereka hidayah...dan semoga mereka sempat berTAUBAT sebelum TERLAMBAT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan teruskan jihad ku..aku mmg bukan insan yang sempurna tapi aku sedang berusaha untuk menjadi insan yang berguna dan dicintai Allah...bukan utk impress siapa2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaman sekarang ni orang yg megah meneguk arak dan mencintai kaum sejenis lebih di angkat martabat nya di mata Dunia....org yang memperjuangkan ayat2 Allah di anggap pengdengki dan busuk hati....Nauzubillah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya menyampaikan ayat2 Allah yang terlintas di fikiran dan dari bacaan ku...aku tak berniat utk 'dengki' pd siapa2...kalau korang terasa aku bersyukur kerana Allah telah menjentik  hati mu...kembalilah ke jalan Allah sebelum terlambat....apa bila kau berada di alam barzah tiada sesiapa yang dapat menolong nasib mu di sana....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah...berikanlah Hidayah Mu kepada mereka2 ini...amiinnn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari Abi Hurairah RA dia berkata: ketika turun ayat afamin hadzal haditsi…… menangislah para shahabat (ahli shuffah) hingga mengalirlah air mata mereka membasahi pipi, dan ketika Rasulullah mendengar tangisan mereka, beliaupun menangis bersama mereka, maka kamipun menangis karena (terdorong oleh) tangisannya. Beliau bersabda: tidak akan masuk neraka orang yang menangis karena takut kepada Allah dan tidak akan masuk surga orang yang terus menerus berbuat dosa. Sekiranya kamu tidak berdosa pasti Allah akan mmendatangkan orang-orang yang berdosa kemudian Dia mengampuni mereka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-6147913681427457927?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6147913681427457927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6147913681427457927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2011/12/bertaubatlah.html' title='Bertaubatlah...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-1267295389186797771</id><published>2011-11-10T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T14:22:54.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Magnificent!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7Whcmn0skWY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful nasheed Ya Adheeman by Ahmed Bukhatir bring tears in my eyes...i don't know why this nasheed remind me of an pld friend.*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-1267295389186797771?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1267295389186797771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1267295389186797771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-magnificent.html' title='Oh Magnificent!!'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7Whcmn0skWY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-8183175643419133727</id><published>2011-11-04T14:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T15:06:50.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutabel...Oh Mutabel....</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum....how are you?i'm doing good Alhamdulilah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i wanna talk about Mutabel.Moutabel is a delicious and spicy eggplant dip originating in the Middle East. It is best eaten with fresh, hot pita bread or anything....Mutabel is my habibi favourite dish and its like 'must have' dish at home.i always keep mutabel in the fridge and we can eat them at anytime we want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some steps how i make my version of Mutabel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Grill 2 eggplant on the stove till the skin are fully burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyY9OXcxucE/TrOJZr_FquI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/2RvWNjc5Hrw/s1600/Mut01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyY9OXcxucE/TrOJZr_FquI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/2RvWNjc5Hrw/s320/Mut01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671027430186658530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Peel off the eggplant burnt skin and the seed inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJHNQANTlNE/TrOJxg3xDEI/AAAAAAAAA4k/OhKwbXMp7No/s1600/Mut02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJHNQANTlNE/TrOJxg3xDEI/AAAAAAAAA4k/OhKwbXMp7No/s320/Mut02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671027839520017474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: This is what you get after the peeling sessions and now u have to stir it all together till it soft..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kPKSTlVxTa0/TrOKSbV4fXI/AAAAAAAAA4w/X_P3THkvoxg/s1600/Mut03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kPKSTlVxTa0/TrOKSbV4fXI/AAAAAAAAA4w/X_P3THkvoxg/s320/Mut03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671028404971404658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Take 2 cloves of Garlics, 2 chillies, half tea spoon of black pepper, half tea spoon of cumin and blend them well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWpiBQbimyQ/TrOKnXNWiSI/AAAAAAAAA48/xnxgk0VgaNE/s1600/Mut04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWpiBQbimyQ/TrOKnXNWiSI/AAAAAAAAA48/xnxgk0VgaNE/s320/Mut04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671028764639136034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Take 3 table spoon of Tahini and mix it with a cup of water and stir till it turns white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IcZ_KKHImBY/TrOLuYYJaXI/AAAAAAAAA5I/h0YjbyaJ8B4/s1600/Mut05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IcZ_KKHImBY/TrOLuYYJaXI/AAAAAAAAA5I/h0YjbyaJ8B4/s320/Mut05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671029984723560818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: Mix all the ingredient together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONARABrXOS8/TrOMQmK_biI/AAAAAAAAA5U/dTK46p3p3oo/s1600/Mut06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONARABrXOS8/TrOMQmK_biI/AAAAAAAAA5U/dTK46p3p3oo/s320/Mut06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671030572542029346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 7: and your Mutabel are ready to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sqjs9GnEvuE/TrOMsts0nfI/AAAAAAAAA5s/4N-RbGBRauk/s1600/Mut07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sqjs9GnEvuE/TrOMsts0nfI/AAAAAAAAA5s/4N-RbGBRauk/s320/Mut07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671031055599312370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-8183175643419133727?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/8183175643419133727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/8183175643419133727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2011/11/mutabeloh-mutabel.html' title='Mutabel...Oh Mutabel....'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyY9OXcxucE/TrOJZr_FquI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/2RvWNjc5Hrw/s72-c/Mut01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-7050516563983893240</id><published>2011-11-01T14:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T15:06:36.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How i learn my arabic...</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirahmanirahim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum my dearest reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so beautiful after being a wife to a lovely and kind Egyptian...He thaught me a lot cooking and most of the dishes are his favourite dishes...like Mutabel, Tahini, Bamya, Fatah n some soups which i'm unable to pronounce them well...owh yess i'm learning bit by bit how to speak arabic...just the other day my dear father in law call us and asked my husband if i can speak arabic and my husband passed me the phn and want me to tell baba how 'well' can speak arabic...Oh dear....i told baba i know what is fulful (black pepper), mutabel, tahini, tahina, buharaq, kamun, aasir, samad, min fadlik..hahahahaa...my father in law laughed his heart out!!!! he said why they are all food? i said these are the thing i do everyday ...cooking..cooking..cooking n cooking for mohamed!!! hahahahahaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband laughed till he had cramped on his stomach!! Yallah this is hilarious!!He just realised that all the arabic words i know are from the food i cook everyday...hahahahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know i will improveed my arabic..i told him 1 word a day...so its really fair enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight i will be cooking ox tail soups with rice, salad, mutabel n a little fries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the arabic word for today is Kofta; mix beef *this is my nickname given by my hubbybie #sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-7050516563983893240?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7050516563983893240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7050516563983893240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-i-learn-my-arabic.html' title='How i learn my arabic...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-7925889980860622555</id><published>2011-10-15T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T20:41:18.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-uZLatClNvjs/Tpl_a88Z6tI/AAAAAAAAA3w/uCCOyHA--Lg/305882_10150388658418816_542223815_7898707_722878336_n.jpeg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-uZLatClNvjs/Tpl_a88Z6tI/AAAAAAAAA3w/uCCOyHA--Lg/s400/305882_10150388658418816_542223815_7898707_722878336_n.jpeg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bismilahirahmanirahim. . . &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Alhamdulilah. . Alhamdulilah for everything. .  &lt;br/&gt; For tge first time in my life i feel so happy till i cried. . .thank you Allah for sending me a good husband. . A man who love me more than everything in this world. . 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You lost the love I loved the most..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-4429367778042899332?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4429367778042899332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4429367778042899332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-come-back-for-me-dont-come-back-at.html' title='Don&apos;t come back for me .. don&apos;t come back at all..'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-491273323038002055</id><published>2011-06-15T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T16:46:27.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who do you think you are?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8v_4O44sfjM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't take one more step towards you &lt;br /&gt;'Cause all that's waiting is regret &lt;br /&gt;And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore? &lt;br /&gt;You lost the love I loved the most &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I learned to live, half-alive &lt;br /&gt;And now you want me one more time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who do you think you are? &lt;br /&gt;Runnin' 'round leaving scars &lt;br /&gt;Collecting your jar of hearts &lt;br /&gt;And tearing love apart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna catch a cold &lt;br /&gt;From the ice inside your soul &lt;br /&gt;So don't come back for me &lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you're asking all around &lt;br /&gt;If I am anywhere to be found &lt;br /&gt;But I have grown too strong &lt;br /&gt;To ever fall back in your arms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I learned to live, half-alive &lt;br /&gt;And now you want me one more time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who do you think you are? &lt;br /&gt;Runnin' 'round leaving scars &lt;br /&gt;Collecting your jar of hearts &lt;br /&gt;And tearing love apart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna catch a cold &lt;br /&gt;From the ice inside your soul &lt;br /&gt;So don't come back for me &lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-491273323038002055?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/491273323038002055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/491273323038002055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-do-you-think-you-are.html' title='who do you think you are?'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8v_4O44sfjM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-6546579903932974485</id><published>2011-06-03T09:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T10:29:24.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assalamualaikum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R7Gq4MIOC_4/TehG1e73dsI/AAAAAAAAA3c/errB_1MlTA0/s1600/eng%2Bpic06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R7Gq4MIOC_4/TehG1e73dsI/AAAAAAAAA3c/errB_1MlTA0/s320/eng%2Bpic06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613814820168496834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam to my dear readers....its been a long time ya? Just don't feel like writting anything but i guess i can't just keep quite for long....my last blog was last December...goshh!!!Where i've been? im still around and surviving..alhamdulilah....i've found my 'real' happiness now... and just wanna tell you guys that i'm enggaged!!! yeah!!! Finally!!Alhamdulilah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you who is this lucky guy....i met him more than a year ago.He is a very nice and kind man and been staying in Malaysia for 11 years and he's from Cairo. i fell in love with his kindness. One and a half year we know about each other as friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he text me and asked me out for dinner and Alhamdulilah..2 months after that he proposed me...he met my family and told them he wanted to take me as his wife...and Alhamdulilah...my family was so happy to have him in our wonderful life...insyallah..we'll get married in September 2011...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some of my engagement's pixs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-59V1T0CQWG0/TehGtHVGtbI/AAAAAAAAA3U/sX0qZIzbGnw/s1600/eng%2Bpic04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-59V1T0CQWG0/TehGtHVGtbI/AAAAAAAAA3U/sX0qZIzbGnw/s320/eng%2Bpic04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613814676392949170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2011/06/assalamualaikum.html' title='Assalamualaikum...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R7Gq4MIOC_4/TehG1e73dsI/AAAAAAAAA3c/errB_1MlTA0/s72-c/eng%2Bpic06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-36349520555493023</id><published>2010-12-03T12:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T12:32:37.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past and the present....</title><content type='html'>sometimes its hard for us to say things we need to say...sometimes we feel like those words wanna choked us right inside our throat..and with the tears bursting in our eyes we swallowed those words away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do recall now the smell of the rain when we both shared that umbrella and walk fast and we can't run coz u know i can't run like u...u wrapped your arm around me as we walked in the rain and i roll my eyes when u looked at me and smile...and u kissed my head and whispered to me 'its all right!!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll go sit on the floor with your clothes..never imagine we end like this...that was our last november in rain..and now i'm back to December on my own..removed all your belongings and name on my memory's wall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna start a brand new life without u in 2011...coz at the end i have to choose the one that always waiting for me...the one who always waiting for me to take his hands...i'm sorry baby for keep you waiting...would you do me a favour habibi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: insyallah my dear...anything for you my love...&lt;br /&gt;me: take me far away from my past...*cry*&lt;br /&gt;he hugs me and say "insyallah my darling...you are safe in with me now"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-36349520555493023?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/36349520555493023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/36349520555493023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/12/past-and-present.html' title='The past and the present....'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-3273683562825454410</id><published>2010-12-02T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:00:27.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is part of my stories...</title><content type='html'>some people just want to be just friends than lovers.Its not love that so hard to sustain but the commitment that complicates everything...sometimes you have to cry for no reason to make up for the times when you wanted to but u didn't.No matter who, what, and how you blame, if its really meant for you, if it's really meant to be...it would be just for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proving happiness isn't seen on how many times you laugh but it is finding that reason behind every time you laugh..&lt;br /&gt;distance doesn't ruin people's relationships. you don't have to see someone everyday to be in love..i go for someone who is not only proud to have me but will also take every risk and chance just to be with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe if 2 people are meant for each other it doesn't mean they have to be together right now..but they will eventually....&lt;br /&gt;when i love someone i just do..there are no maybes, no buts and no whys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm trapped between my feelings and what other people think is right..i always go for whatever make me happy..&lt;br /&gt;when you are important to another person, that person will always find a way to make time for you. No excuses, no lies, no broken promises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love someone whose heart has been broken, so he knows exactly how it feels and won't break yours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WtL1oJq6Og?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WtL1oJq6Og?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-3273683562825454410?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/3273683562825454410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/3273683562825454410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-part-of-my-stories.html' title='This is part of my stories...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-9114201781674640305</id><published>2010-12-02T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:33:29.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a tough crowd...</title><content type='html'>Life is a tough crowd..&lt;br /&gt;36, and still growin' up now&lt;br /&gt;Who i am is not what i did...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Speak now or forever hold your peace the words said by preachers at the end of wedding ceremonies all over the world right before the vows.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a last chance for protest, a moment that makes everyone’s heart race and a moment I’ve always been strangely fascinated by, so many fantasize about bursting into a hall, saying what they’d kept inside for years like in the movies. In real life it rarely happens.&lt;br /&gt;Real life is a funny thing you know. In real life saying the right thing at the right moment is beyond crucial. So crucial in fact that most of us start to hesitate for fear of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. But lately what I’ve begun to fear more than that is letting the moment pass without saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;I think most of us fear reaching the end or our life and looking back regretting the moment we didn’t speak up, when we didn’t say ‘I love you’ when we should’ve said ‘I’m sorry’ when we didn’t  stand up for ourselves or someone who needed help.&lt;br /&gt;These words are made up of words I didn’t say when the moment was right in front of me.This is an open letters. Written to a specific person in mind telling them what I meant to tell them in person. To the man who broke my heart in December, to my first love who I never thought would be my worst heartbreak. To a man I used to be afraid of.To someone who made my world very dark for a while. To a girl who stole something of mine. To someone I forgive for what he said in front of the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together.i hope you use yours for good,because the only words you’ll regret more then the ones left unsaid are the one you use to intentionally hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;What you say might be too much for some people. May be it will come out all wrong and y ou’ll stutter and you’ll walk away embarrassed,wincing as you play it all back in your head. But I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest.&lt;br /&gt;So say it to them, or say it to yourself in the mirror. Say it in a letter you’ll never send or in a book millions might read someday. I think you deserve to look back on you life without chorus of resounding voice saying ‘I’ve could’ve  but it’s too late now’&lt;br /&gt;There is a time for silence. There is a time waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel and you so clearly know what you need to say. You’ll know it.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you should wait. I think you should speak now..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P/s: I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets.How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something.&lt;br /&gt;There's not a day when I don't miss those rude interruptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name forever name on my lips..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-9114201781674640305?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/9114201781674640305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/9114201781674640305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-is-tough-crowd.html' title='Life is a tough crowd...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-5560481771145976424</id><published>2010-11-10T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T01:00:21.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tiap kali airmata ini mengalir dendam itu mulai kesumat.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ketentuan yang ditentukan oleh mereka yang pentingkan diri sendiri.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mereka melapah hati ini dengan rakus.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aku tidak ada hati lagi untuk di bagi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tiada lagi secebis kepercayaan pada yang lain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Langkah tariku semakin longlai tanpa melodi itu.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aku sendiri lagi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sepi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ ailuj ~&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-5560481771145976424?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5560481771145976424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5560481771145976424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/11/tiap-kali-airmata-ini-mengalir-dendam.html' title=''/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-832321540769531662</id><published>2010-11-09T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T06:41:53.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maher and i</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TNj67mOuffI/AAAAAAAAA2s/pk8PW4B6wd8/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3OTEtMjAxMDEwMTUtMTU0NC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-729682"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TNj67mOuffI/AAAAAAAAA2s/pk8PW4B6wd8/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3OTEtMjAxMDEwMTUtMTU0NC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-729682"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537451643633565170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TNj674ZiwLI/AAAAAAAAA20/QghOlDqXojg/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3OTAtMjAxMDEwMTUtMTU0My5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-730905"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TNj674ZiwLI/AAAAAAAAA20/QghOlDqXojg/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3OTAtMjAxMDEwMTUtMTU0My5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-730905"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537451648510771378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My Idol!!! Maher Zain!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-832321540769531662?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/832321540769531662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/832321540769531662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/11/img00791-20101015-1544jpg.html' title='Maher and i'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TNj67mOuffI/AAAAAAAAA2s/pk8PW4B6wd8/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3OTEtMjAxMDEwMTUtMTU0NC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-729682' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-4266056897067384938</id><published>2010-11-09T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T15:35:10.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMG00864-20101108-1010.jpg</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TNj5rnrstZI/AAAAAAAAA2k/1Ein3XXTaxU/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA4NjQtMjAxMDExMDgtMTAxMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-710012"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TNj5rnrstZI/AAAAAAAAA2k/1Ein3XXTaxU/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA4NjQtMjAxMDExMDgtMTAxMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-710012"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537450269633983890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My work place!!I love being here!!!&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; 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Adam &amp; Yasmin!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-7741095375256428557?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7741095375256428557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7741095375256428557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/09/ku-berjanji-karna-cinta.html' title='Ku berjanji karna cinta....'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TJMF8jC3qyI/AAAAAAAAA08/KLtUu6Tjrpk/s72-c/IMG_1278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-7355852646102492038</id><published>2010-09-01T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T15:35:14.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallahualam..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kisah benar seorang pemuda Arab yang menuntut di Amerika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamu'alaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada seorang pemuda Arab yang baru saja menyelesaikan bangku kuliahnya di Amerika. Pemuda ini adalah salah seorang yang diberi nikmat oleh Allah berupa pendidikan agama Islam bahkan dia mampu mendalaminya. Selain belajar, dia juga seorang juru dakwah Islam. Ketika berada di Amerika, dia berkenalan dengan salah seorang Nasrani. Hubungan mereka semakin akrab, dengan harapan semoga Allah s.w.t. memberinya hidayah masuk Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada suatu hari mereka berdua berjalan-jalan di sebuah perkampungan di Amerika dan melintas dekat sebuah gereja yang terdapat di kampung tersebut. Temannya itu meminta agar dia turut masuk ke dalam gereja. Mula mula dia keberatan, namun karena desakan akhirnya pemuda itu pun memenuhi permintaannya lalu ikut masuk ke dalam gereja dan duduk di salah satu bangku dengan hening, sebagaimana kebiasaan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika paderi masuk, mereka serentak berdiri untuk memberikan penghormatan lantas kembali duduk. Di saat itu, si paderi agak terbeliak ketika melihat kepada para hadirin dan berkata, "Di tengah kita ada seorang Muslim. Aku harap dia keluar dari sini."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda Arab itu tidak bergerak dari tempatnya. Paderi tersebut mengucapkan perkataan itu berkali-kali, namun dia tetap tidak bergerak dari tempatnya. Hingga akhirnya paderi itu berkata, "Aku minta dia keluar dari sini dan aku menjamin keselamatannya." Barulah pemuda ini beranjak keluar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ambang pintu, pemuda bertanya kepada sang paderi, "Bagaimana anda tahu bahwa saya seorang Muslim?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paderi itu menjawab, "Dari tanda yang terdapat di wajahmu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian dia beranjak hendak keluar. Namun, paderi ingin memanfaatkan keberadaan pemuda ini dengan mengajukan beberapa pertanyaan, tujuannya untuk memalukan pemuda tersebut dan sekaligus mengukuhkan ugamanya. Pemuda Muslim itupun menerima tentangan debat tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paderi berkata, "Aku akan mengajukan kepada anda 22 pertanyaan dan anda harus menjawabnya dengan tepat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pemuda tersenyum dan berkata, "Silakan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang paderi pun mulai bertanya, "Sebutkan satu yang tiada duanya, dua yang tiada tiganya, tiga yang tiada empatnya, empat yang tiada limanya, lima yang tiada enamnya, enam yang tiada tujuhnya, tujuh yang tiada delapannya, delapan yang tiada sembilannya, sembilan yang tiada sepuluhnya, sesuatu yang tidak lebih dari sepuluh, sebelas yang tiada dua belasnya, dua belas yang tiada tiga belasnya, tiga belas yang tiada empat belasnya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sebutkan sesuatu yang dapat bernafas namun tidak mempunyai ruh! Apa yang dimaksud dengan kuburan berjalan membawa isinya? Siapakah yang berdusta namun masuk ke dalam surga? Sebutkan sesuatu yang diciptakan Allah namun Dia tidak menyukainya? Sebutkan sesuatu yang diciptakan Allah dengan tanpa ayah dan ibu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siapakah yang tercipta dari api, siapakah yang diazab dengan api dan siapakah yang terpelihara dari api? Siapakah yang tercipta dari batu, siapakah yang diazab dengan batu dan siapakah yang terpelihara dari batu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sebutkan sesuatu yang diciptakan Allah dan dianggap besar! Pohon apakah yang mempunyai 12 ranting, setiap ranting mempunyai 30 daun, setiap daun mempunyai 5 buah, 3 di bawah naungan dan dua di bawah sinaran matahari?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendengar pertanyaan tersebut, pemuda itu tersenyum dengan keyakinan kepada Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah membaca Basmalah dia berkata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Satu yang tiada duanya ialah Allah s.w.t..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dua yang tiada tiganya ialah Malam dan Siang. Allah s.w.t. berfirman, "Dan Kami jadikan malam dan siang sebagai dua tanda (kebesaran kami)."&lt;br /&gt;(Al-Isra': 12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tiga yang tiada empatnya adalah kesilapan yang dilakukan Nabi Musa ketika Khidir menenggelamkan sampan, membunuh seorang anak kecil dan ketika menegakkan kembali dinding yang hampir roboh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Empat yang tiada limanya adalah Taurat, Injil, Zabur dan al-Qur'an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lima yang tiada enamnya ialah Solat lima waktu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Enam yang tiada tujuhnya ialah jumlah Hari ketika Allah s.w.t. menciptakan makhluk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tujuh yang tiada delapannya ialah Langit yang tujuh lapis. Allah s.w.t. berfirman, "Yang telah menciptakan tujuh langit berlapis-lapis. Kamu sekali-kali tidak melihat pada ciptaan Rabb Yang Maha Pemurah sesuatu yang tidak seimbang." (Al-Mulk: 3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Delapan yang tiada sembilannya ialah Malaikat pemikul Arsy ar-Rahman. Allah s.w.t. berfirman, "Dan malaikat-malaikat berada di penjuru-penjuru langit. Dan pada hari itu delapan orang malaikat men-junjung 'Arsy Rabbmu di atas (kepala) mereka." (Al-Haqah: 17).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sembilan yang tiada sepuluhnya adalah mu'jizat yang diberikan kepada Nabi Musa yaitu: tongkat, tangan yang bercahaya, angin topan, musim paceklik, katak, darah, kutu dan belalang.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sesuatu yang tidak lebih dari sepuluh ialah Kebaikan. Allah s.w.t. berfirman, "Barang siapa yang berbuat kebaikan maka untuknya sepuluh kali lipat." (Al-An'am: 160).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sebelas yang tiada dua belasnya ialah jumlah Saudara-Saudara Nabi Yusuf .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dua belas yang tiada tiga belasnya ialah Mu'jizat Nabi Musa yang terdapat dalam firman Allah, "Dan (ingatlah) ketika Musa memohon air untuk kaumnya, lalu Kami berfirman, 'Pukullah batu itu dengan tongkatmu.' Lalu memancarlah daripadanya dua belas mata air." (Al-Baqarah: 60).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tiga belas yang tiada empat belasnya ialah jumlah Saudara Nabi Yusuf ditambah dengan ayah dan ibunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Adapun sesuatu yang bernafas namun tidak mempunyai ruh adalah waktu Subuh. Allah s.w.t. ber-firman, "Dan waktu subuh apabila fajarnya mulai menyingsing." (At-Takwir: 18).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kuburan yang membawa isinya adalah Ikan yang menelan Nabi Yunus AS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mereka yang berdusta namun masuk ke dalam surga adalah saudara-saudara Nabi Yusuf , yakni ketika mereka berkata kepada ayahnya, "Wahai ayah kami, sesungguhnya kami pergi berlumba-lumba dan kami tinggalkan Yusuf di dekat barang-barang kami, lalu dia dimakan serigala." Setelah kedustaan terungkap, Yusuf berkata kepada mereka, " tak ada cercaan terhadap kamu semua." Dan ayah mereka Ya'qub berkata, "Aku akan memohonkan ampun bagimu kepada Rabbku. Sesungguhnya Dia-lah Yang Maha Pengampun lagi Maha Penyayang." (Yusuf:98)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sesuatu yang diciptakan Allah namun tidak Dia sukai adalah suara Keledai. Allah s.w.t. berfirman, "Sesungguhnya sejelek-jelek suara adalah suara keledai." (Luqman: 19).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Makhluk yang diciptakan Allah tanpa bapa dan ibu adalah Nabi Adam, Malaikat, Unta Nabi Shalih dan Kambing Nabi Ibrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Makhluk yang diciptakan dari api adalah Iblis, yang diazab dengan api ialah Abu Jahal dan yang terpelihara dari api adalah Nabi Ibrahim. Allah s.w.t. berfirman, "Wahai api dinginlah dan selamatkan Ibrahim." (Al-Anbiya':69).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Makhluk yang terbuat dari batu adalah Unta Nabi Shalih, yang diazab dengan batu adalah tentara bergajah dan yang terpelihara dari batu adalah Ashabul Kahfi (penghuni gua).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sesuatu yang diciptakan Allah dan dianggap perkara besar adalah Tipu Daya wanita, sebagaimana firman Allah s.w.t.? "Sesungguhnya tipu daya kaum wanita itu sangatlah besar." (Yusuf: 28).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Adapun pohon yang memiliki 12 ranting setiap ranting mempunyai 30 daun, setiap daun mempunyai 5 buah, 3 di bawah teduhan dan dua di bawah sinaran matahari maknanya: Pohon adalah Tahun, Ranting adalah Bulan, Daun adalah Hari dan Buahnya adalah Solat yang lima waktu, Tiga dikerjakan di malam hari dan Dua di siang hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paderi dan para hadirin merasa takjub mendengar jawapan pemuda Muslim tersebut. Kemudian dia pun mula hendak pergi. Namun dia mengurungkan niatnya dan meminta kepada paderi agar menjawab satu pertanyaan saja. Permintaan ini disetujui oleh paderi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda ini berkata, "Apakah kunci surga itu?" mendengar pertanyaan itu lidah paderi menjadi kelu, hatinya diselimuti keraguan dan rupa wajahnya pun berubah. Dia berusaha menyembunyikan kekuatirannya, namun tidak berhasil. Orang-orang yang hadir di gereja itu terus mendesaknya agar menjawab pertanyaan tersebut, namun dia cuba mengelak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka berkata, "Anda telah melontarkan 22 pertanyaan kepadanya dan semuanya dia jawab, sementara dia hanya memberi cuma satu pertanyaan namun anda tidak mampu menjawabnya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paderi tersebut berkata, "Sesungguh aku tahu jawapannya, namun aku takut kalian marah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka menjawab, "Kami akan jamin keselamatan anda. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paderi pun berkata, "Jawapannya ialah: Asyhadu An La Ilaha Illallah Wa Wa Asyhadu Anna Muhammadar Rasulullah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lantas paderi dan orang-orang yang hadir di gereja itu terus memeluk agama Islam. Sungguh Allah telah menganugerahkan kebaikan dan menjaga mereka dengan Islam melalui tangan seorang pemuda Muslim yang bertakwa.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Penulis tidak menyebutkan yang kesembilan (pent.)&lt;br /&gt;** Kisah nyata ini diambil dari Mausu'ah al-Qishash al-Waqi'ah melalui internet, www.gesah.net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-7355852646102492038?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7355852646102492038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7355852646102492038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/09/wallahualam.html' title='Wallahualam..'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-1778135170915623542</id><published>2010-08-18T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T17:19:29.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love the way you lie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TGulY_qDflI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rR6CtcYyQBo/s1600/veil4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TGulY_qDflI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rR6CtcYyQBo/s320/veil4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506676818213830226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take, the relationship we were afraid to have &amp; the decisions we waited too long to make.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background:#000000;width:440px;height:272px"&gt;&lt;embed flashVars="playerVars=showStats=yes|autoPlay=no|videoTitle=Eminem - Love The Way You Lie Ft. Rihanna" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/yt-uelHwf8o7_U/eminem_love_the_way_you_lie_ft_rihanna.swf" width="440" height="272" wmode="transparent" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" name="Metacafe_yt-uelHwf8o7_U" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/yt-uelHwf8o7_U/eminem_love_the_way_you_lie_ft_rihanna/"&gt;Eminem - Love The Way You Lie Ft. Rihanna&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;A funny movie is a click away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-1778135170915623542?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1778135170915623542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1778135170915623542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-way-you-lie.html' title='i love the way you lie...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TGulY_qDflI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rR6CtcYyQBo/s72-c/veil4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-1625151642122985019</id><published>2010-07-06T15:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:31:43.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful wedding...</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while i didn't write my blog...too busy with my new department and also with my Hassan.... *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insyallah .. i pray for Allah bless this relationship...ameenn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I just wanna share with you a few pictures about my beloved cousin's wedding..Faezah and Shahril..what a lovely couple!! i love them so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TDLavxKaNlI/AAAAAAAAA0E/n_wgMdh7BlY/s1600/34122_406425869124_752239124_4413968_2030946_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TDLavxKaNlI/AAAAAAAAA0E/n_wgMdh7BlY/s320/34122_406425869124_752239124_4413968_2030946_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490691409903760978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin as Flower girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TDLbA4hZHiI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ey4VI_X0gJA/s1600/36644_406426704124_752239124_4414054_6293357_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TDLbA4hZHiI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ey4VI_X0gJA/s320/36644_406426704124_752239124_4414054_6293357_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490691703936982562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TDLbZhB9yjI/AAAAAAAAA0U/RGd81TLJxjU/s1600/36649_406426489124_752239124_4414033_520393_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TDLbZhB9yjI/AAAAAAAAA0U/RGd81TLJxjU/s320/36649_406426489124_752239124_4414033_520393_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490692127127882290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TDLbtwXxMoI/AAAAAAAAA0c/5YN6Q6HCyZM/s1600/34115_406426359124_752239124_4414017_1922915_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TDLbtwXxMoI/AAAAAAAAA0c/5YN6Q6HCyZM/s320/34115_406426359124_752239124_4414017_1922915_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490692474843247234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-1625151642122985019?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1625151642122985019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1625151642122985019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/07/beautiful-wedding.html' title='Beautiful wedding...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TDLavxKaNlI/AAAAAAAAA0E/n_wgMdh7BlY/s72-c/34122_406425869124_752239124_4413968_2030946_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-7080450345900896365</id><published>2010-06-11T07:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T08:04:36.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God i've found him!!</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum my dearest reader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulilah...alhamdulilah...alhamdulilah....Thank You ALLAH!!!!Thank you ssooooo muucchh!! *cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've found my man, my soulmates and my life!! Thank you Allah for sending this wonderful angel to my humble life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him and its so amazing that he loves me so much toooo!!!*cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah has lead him to me and make him found me among billion of peoples in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance is not a huge problems for us so far...insyallah...what the most important is we have to trust keep loving each other unconditionally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him....i love him....i love him!!! Alhamdulilah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to be with him till the rest of my life..amen...ameennn..insyallah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Allah for answering my prayers..thank you so much i will always be your humble servant and keep on praying for Your blessing as You had bless this relationship!!! ameennn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sending me this beautiful angel!!!i will love this angel till the rest of my life!! insyallah..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love Allah and i love him.... *cry the tears of joy* Alhamdulilah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TcZtEOp_218&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TcZtEOp_218&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-7080450345900896365?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7080450345900896365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7080450345900896365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/06/thank-god-ive-found-him.html' title='Thank God i&apos;ve found him!!'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-2764726608082123243</id><published>2010-06-03T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T16:55:47.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very2 upset with someone today...and actually i hate when people talked about God but they are Syaitan inside!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ppl are real syaitan....nauzubillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurting people's feeling, telling lies, put a mask on their face just to cover up their sins..My God!!! i was so lucky Allah helps me to make this syaitan open up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh LIAR!!! i can see it from you FACE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what my gentle reader... these kind of people cannot find peace in their life.....NEVER!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kind of people will died ALONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kind of people will never get my forgiveness!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should protect girl's heart and save her life and guide her..not destroyed her faith!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had abused my sincerity and that's it!!! i hope Allah will punished these person immediately coz i don't want to see these ppl in Akhirat!!!!Allah knows best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalassssss!!!! i'm done with men who have no BALLS!!!YOU GUYS ARE NOT MAN ENUFF!!!Shame on you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the record, WTF is What The FREAK!! not what u think!!!What a LOSER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TAdt7UiRuWI/AAAAAAAAAz8/QZ8LrNJuQuI/s1600/loser_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TAdt7UiRuWI/AAAAAAAAAz8/QZ8LrNJuQuI/s320/loser_sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478468337611684194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-2764726608082123243?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2764726608082123243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2764726608082123243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/06/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/TAdt7UiRuWI/AAAAAAAAAz8/QZ8LrNJuQuI/s72-c/loser_sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-7386232377281142847</id><published>2010-05-19T07:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T08:28:29.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Vow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S_Mwom-sMEI/AAAAAAAAAz0/r2ArioLCKlM/s1600/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S_Mwom-sMEI/AAAAAAAAAz0/r2ArioLCKlM/s320/hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472771446401675330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point you will realize that you have done too much for someone, that the only next possible step to do is to stop. Just leave them alone and walk away. it's not like you're giving up, and it's not like you shouldn't try. it's just that you have to draw the line of determination from desperation. What is truly y...ours will eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will NEVER BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, then I hate you. Its like I wanna throw you of a cliff. But then I realize I would rush to the bottom and try to catch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not right, I'm not fine, I wanna be rain that tastes like wine, I wanna be good, I wanna be great, I wanna be everything except for your mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be your beautiful imperfection if you promise to be my corrections and guide in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and relationships are truly one of the most paradoxical aspects of being human. For it is in love that we find the greatest of strengths and the deepest of sorrows. Love can seem to be so fleeting and unachievable yet it remains well within our reach if we only learn how to embrace it's power. To experience true l...ove, we must be willing to open ourselves up and sacrifice part of our heart and part of our soul. We must be willing to give of ourselves freely, and we must be willing to suffer. It is only when we expose our inner selves to the white hot flame of rejection, that love can burn so brightly as to join to souls, melting the two into one, creating a bond that joins forever. It is from this bond that we draw strength eternal and power ever lasting. It is in this thing that we call love that we find the means to achieve greatness, both in ourselves and in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined... to strengthen each other... to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-7386232377281142847?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7386232377281142847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7386232377281142847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-vow.html' title='Our Vow'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S_Mwom-sMEI/AAAAAAAAAz0/r2ArioLCKlM/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-4963243355973130870</id><published>2010-05-17T12:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:34:41.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S_DHUyMzo-I/AAAAAAAAAzs/C3y4pPFk1CE/s1600/lulu.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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S_DHUyMzo-I/AAAAAAAAAzs/C3y4pPFk1CE/s320/lulu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472092707141952482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for not updates my blog for awhile...wahh...so many things happend in my beautiful life...but 1st i just wanna say Alhamdulilah...for everythings!!! Everythings happend so fast and until today i pinched myself to make sure that i'm not dreaming...hahahahaa...i can't wait to get into a new life, new environment that i ever wanted and Alhamdulilah..the process is so far so good..but i can't tell you guys more details coz i just need some confirmations and insyallah...if my rezki i will burst the good news here!!!! yes!! right here!! what i can tell you right now is if this is my rezki...insyallah it will totally changed my whole life!!! Insyallahh...its one of my dreams!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok!!!enuff of that..hehehhee... i will tell you about my beautiful friends from Paris!!! Her name is Dalilah and her kind husband Jamil..They are such a lovely couple and i really love them. This is their 1st visit to Malaysia..and of course i'll be their tourist guide!heheheee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S_DF4m5zLDI/AAAAAAAAAzc/7kD32sW5aE8/s1600/dalilah.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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S_DF4m5zLDI/AAAAAAAAAzc/7kD32sW5aE8/s320/dalilah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472091123561475122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insyallah...i'll be going to Paris soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this month is a wonderful month for me..so many good things  happend to me and its really changed my life.. and i'm happy to have a very understanding soulmates....alhamdulilah... i've changed my name.. *wink* got what i mean? :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most important things is i'm HAPPY!!! Alhamdulilah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S_DHDy8iAXI/AAAAAAAAAzk/izRG-jJTuUs/s1600/and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S_DHDy8iAXI/AAAAAAAAAzk/izRG-jJTuUs/s320/and+i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472092415284347250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-4963243355973130870?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4963243355973130870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4963243355973130870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S_DHUyMzo-I/AAAAAAAAAzs/C3y4pPFk1CE/s72-c/lulu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-5571529182515563175</id><published>2010-04-27T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:47:51.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecurities!!!</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really funny when a stranger pop up on ur YM and asked how you been doing? and asked a lot of ur personal questions and you know girl...you got me at ur 1st question!! i know you are going out with my ex!!! hahahaha...why you wanna know about how am i doing? what do i do? i know i'm better than you...in 'everything'!! i swear!! if not why you feel so insecure? He can't get over me is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls girl don't pretend u don't know what i'm talking about!! If i were u i don't go after my bf's ex gf to find out why he left u or why u left him? none of my business...what's passed is passed ok...move on and its ur time to take care of him. If u think he lies about his past...let him be..don't go after his exess coz he will dumped you for not trusting him..too bad if he dumped you don't go after his ex gf girl..coz i'm not gonna tell you any shit about him. i aint sorry!! no no no!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;occay... hell with the insecurity girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back on my feet again..back in actions...Gosh!! i love my job!! gonna hv a very very busy weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Friday , Diva nite out at Pavvy with Layla and Eliz.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday , Ungu Concert at Bukit Jalil with Tanty.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, AIM17 at PWTC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to watch Datuk Sheila Majid to perform her new single!!! Dengarkanlah!!! i love you Sheila!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy for now...and owh ya... next weekend will be in Terendak Camp for Team building!!! Owhhh yeaaaahhhh baby!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-5571529182515563175?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5571529182515563175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5571529182515563175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/insecurities.html' title='Insecurities!!!'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-6340545208559075998</id><published>2010-04-27T10:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:26:58.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're busted!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2t0pu9vyQ8Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2t0pu9vyQ8Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said and done enuff!!!! don't dare me don't even try!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-6340545208559075998?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6340545208559075998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6340545208559075998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/youre-busted.html' title='you&apos;re busted!!'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-8169740951851546427</id><published>2010-04-23T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T12:02:54.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dalam taman syahdu....</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangun pagi ni tiba2 aku teringat pd arwah abg Alim..Ya Allah..kau tempatkanlah dia di kalangan orang2 yang beriman,kau cucurilah rahmat ke atas roh beliau, jauhkanlah beliau dari fitnah kubur dan sampaikanlah rasa rindu ku padanya..Ya Allah....*cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him soooo much...i feel like it was yesterday i heard his voices calling my name and i really missed his warm smile..Ya Allah... pls forgive us for being so in love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semoga kau damai di sana...Al Fatihah Mohammad Alim bin Tumin (1973 - 1992)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNeckViYyw8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNeckViYyw8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-8169740951851546427?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/8169740951851546427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/8169740951851546427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/dalam-taman-syahdu.html' title='Dalam taman syahdu....'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-2579061352955903887</id><published>2010-04-21T16:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:45:24.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Golden Moment with M Nasir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S863k0bx9rI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MwawqDOctow/s1600/sekretari4.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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S863k0bx9rI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MwawqDOctow/s320/sekretari4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462505241225328306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sifu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name that's so strong in this industries!! The industries that i've been for 15years..and so proud  to call him SIFU coz he deserve it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an invitation to spend a golden moment with Sifu and as usual you will never get so bored and sleepy coz his performance was superb!!! Kudoss to sifu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting our one and only Afdlin Shauki...who always make my stomach scammed with his jokes!!Owh!! You're yang TERBAIK!! You're the man!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll always remembered the day we've been working on Bila Larut Malam..this show where's i knew who is Afdlin Shauki!! He's damn freaking funny!! and the best part he called me Pengurus Lantai aka Floor Manager!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afdlin Shauki memang tak de ganti..and he's so much different than other celebrities i've met and worked with....we hardly bump into each other but i'm sure he always remember his pengurus lantai!!! hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever in the Bila Larut Malam team will always remember the laughter and tears while recording that hillarious show!! Gosh!! i really missed that moment!! Oh ya.. do you know that Khabir Bhatia was the director of this show!!!!! Yaa!!! Khabir Bhatia yang buat citer Nur Kasih dan Cinta tu laaaaaaaa....i feel so lucky to get to work with this briliant creative people in the country!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as usual while waiting for sifu we love to cam whoring!!! hahahaa.. enjoy those pictures and have a wonderful and blessing day ahead!!! salam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S866wseywiI/AAAAAAAAAzE/HD8FG1h0vGU/s1600/seksiteri.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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S866wseywiI/AAAAAAAAAzE/HD8FG1h0vGU/s320/seksiteri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462508743783793186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S866444gebI/AAAAAAAAAzM/FYsp71bw_TQ/s1600/sekretari2.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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S866444gebI/AAAAAAAAAzM/FYsp71bw_TQ/s320/sekretari2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462508884551825842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S867FEfP8VI/AAAAAAAAAzU/-qe98pDhdL4/s1600/sekretari3.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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S867FEfP8VI/AAAAAAAAAzU/-qe98pDhdL4/s320/sekretari3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462509093825540434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-2579061352955903887?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2579061352955903887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2579061352955903887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/golden-moment-with-m-nasir.html' title='A Golden Moment with M Nasir'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S863k0bx9rI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MwawqDOctow/s72-c/sekretari4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-6739964930101051262</id><published>2010-04-20T10:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:36:38.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgiven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S80S_EbsZ8I/AAAAAAAAAys/G0hYoAMdDFs/s1600/hate2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S80S_EbsZ8I/AAAAAAAAAys/G0hYoAMdDFs/s320/hate2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462042797801236418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lady : " do you know your fiance is getting married?" "How can he was enggage with you and marrying someone else?"."He's such a jerk!!" "That's why i never trusted this kind of man" "He's such a liar!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this lady was so emotional when she called me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I'm sorry Kak i'm not his fiance and i don't give a damn on what he's going to do with his F life...thanks for your time but i'm not surprise at all.. coz i know he's one hell of evil person i ever met in my life. Thanks for sharing but it will be good if you just leave me alone... salam... (hung up!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S80RO1gfRtI/AAAAAAAAAyk/aV9YL6O7x9I/s1600/stop+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S80RO1gfRtI/AAAAAAAAAyk/aV9YL6O7x9I/s320/stop+it.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462040869649467090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda sick of it!! i'm trying to stand on my own and suddenly it keeps coming back to me..Damn!!! why can't they just leave me alone....get a life!! leave me the hell alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3DKwYjJBUo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3DKwYjJBUo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S80TJFSjA8I/AAAAAAAAAy0/syTxxDOPtI0/s1600/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S80TJFSjA8I/AAAAAAAAAy0/syTxxDOPtI0/s320/tears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462042969829999554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-6739964930101051262?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6739964930101051262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6739964930101051262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/unforgiven.html' title='Unforgiven'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S80S_EbsZ8I/AAAAAAAAAys/G0hYoAMdDFs/s72-c/hate2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-3635982503137960289</id><published>2010-04-19T19:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:17:39.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The song that explained everythings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="100" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BXtw40Qn44w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BXtw40Qn44w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8xDhqRYwPI/AAAAAAAAAyc/H0NPLeRZEMM/s1600/crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8xDhqRYwPI/AAAAAAAAAyc/H0NPLeRZEMM/s320/crying.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461814693655527666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-3635982503137960289?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/3635982503137960289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/3635982503137960289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/song-that-explained-everythings.html' title='The song that explained everythings....'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8xDhqRYwPI/AAAAAAAAAyc/H0NPLeRZEMM/s72-c/crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-5360239045594179367</id><published>2010-04-19T16:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T17:26:37.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a fool being in love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8whpUQq82I/AAAAAAAAAyM/-335Cn_l8Tg/s1600/love_in_the_air%2520(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8whpUQq82I/AAAAAAAAAyM/-335Cn_l8Tg/s320/love_in_the_air%2520(8).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461777441790554978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it be so scary? Being happy. Being in love. I'm lost in a sea of romance, a vast ocean so deep, so warm, so engulfing. A fire. A storm. A vortex. A paradox. It's everything wrapped in one. It's thrilling, exciting, frightening, comforting, like a drug of extacy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can he make me want to become a dream? How can he make me want to be lost in his eyes? In his kiss? Those lips so inviting, enticing, tantalizing, always beckoning me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the first thought on my mind when I wake up, like a morning song stuck on repeat, like he's everything and all i know. When I lay myself in bed I could almost sense his warmth next to me. He always say that my skin is as fragile as the wings of a butterfly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we be so foolish as to fall in love again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8whwHrZsgI/AAAAAAAAAyU/M4SQRfehkoc/s1600/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8whwHrZsgI/AAAAAAAAAyU/M4SQRfehkoc/s320/hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461777558672093698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-5360239045594179367?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5360239045594179367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5360239045594179367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/fool-being-in-love.html' title='a fool being in love..'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8whpUQq82I/AAAAAAAAAyM/-335Cn_l8Tg/s72-c/love_in_the_air%2520(8).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-4370840433821360692</id><published>2010-04-16T18:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T19:39:27.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fix it myself..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8g7WBwyN1I/AAAAAAAAAx0/HO6Utc0LPQs/s1600/miss+u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8g7WBwyN1I/AAAAAAAAAx0/HO6Utc0LPQs/s320/miss+u.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460679797802940242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you in my dreams...waiting to say i miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8hL9AoURPI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Xph9KdHWMPQ/s1600/sewing_a_broken_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8hL9AoURPI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Xph9KdHWMPQ/s320/sewing_a_broken_heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460698059699930354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-4370840433821360692?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4370840433821360692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4370840433821360692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/fix-it-myself.html' title='fix it myself..'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8g7WBwyN1I/AAAAAAAAAx0/HO6Utc0LPQs/s72-c/miss+u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-7160477806491262222</id><published>2010-04-16T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:31:06.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever and always....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8gSKIrKk5I/AAAAAAAAAxs/hGuUkQH7gDE/s1600/shit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8gSKIrKk5I/AAAAAAAAAxs/hGuUkQH7gDE/s320/shit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460634513523250066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story goes on down the less traveled road.It's a variation on the one i was told and although it's not the same it's awful close.&lt;br /&gt;In an ordinary fairytale land,There's a promise of a perfect happy end &lt;br /&gt;and i imagine heaven just sort of that it's better than nothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you'll be mine forever and almost always..And i'll be fine just love me when you can, and i'll wait patiently.I'll wake up every day just hoping that you still care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the corner of my mind i know to well.That surely even i deserve the best&lt;br /&gt;but instead of leaving i just put the issue to bed and out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;And just when i believe you've changed for good, Well you go and prove me wrong just like i knew you would when i've run out of second chances you give me that look&lt;br /&gt;And you're off the hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're mine forever and almost always.&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm fine just love me when you can.&lt;br /&gt;And i'll wait patiently.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wake up everyday just hoping that you still care....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i still doing here?&lt;br /&gt;It's all becoming so clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be mine forever and almost always.It ain't right to just love me when you can&lt;br /&gt;I won't wait patiently.Or wake up everyday just hoping that you'll still care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever and almost always.No it ain't right to just love me when you can baby,Ain't gonna wait patiently.I won't wake up everyday just hoping that you'll still care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WL8IB6mGP9w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WL8IB6mGP9w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-7160477806491262222?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7160477806491262222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7160477806491262222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/forever-and-always.html' title='Forever and always....'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8gSKIrKk5I/AAAAAAAAAxs/hGuUkQH7gDE/s72-c/shit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-8728870388603172971</id><published>2010-04-16T10:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:55:34.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My version of falling in LOVE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8fQlDXpqUI/AAAAAAAAAxc/qBT0rdpJFWw/s1600/hugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8fQlDXpqUI/AAAAAAAAAxc/qBT0rdpJFWw/s320/hugs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460562408188258626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not our fault when we fall in love so deeply to someone whom﻿ we considered our everything, but it will always be our fault when we allow our self to suffer knowing that God created billions of people who could help us heal our broken heart. at the end of each day, no one could help us but our own self..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be difficult to move on but it would be quite easy if we try to open our door towards a better relationship, love and opportunity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My version of falling in love is borderline psychotic. Should be avoided at all costs. Get obsessed. Can't fall in love and function at the same time. All-consuming. Tunnel vision. Euphoric!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8fQyGkcdcI/AAAAAAAAAxk/rWxCwvbd1UE/s1600/white%2Blace%2Bniqab%2Bin%2BAlgeria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8fQyGkcdcI/AAAAAAAAAxk/rWxCwvbd1UE/s320/white%2Blace%2Bniqab%2Bin%2BAlgeria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460562632385525186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasul Allah, sal Allah alayhi wa sallam, said, "A believing man should not hate a believing woman. If he dislikes one of her characteristics, he will be pleased with (her other characteristics)."&lt;br /&gt;- Sahih Muslim, Hadith 705&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lessons from this Hadith]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus on what's positive! That which is positive is infinite,and in focusing on it, we are focusing on that which will bring joy to our life. For the next seven days, ask yourself this question at the end of each day, "What are 10 beautiful things that happened to me today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Ti Amo.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-8728870388603172971?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/8728870388603172971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/8728870388603172971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-version-of-falling-in-love.html' title='My version of falling in LOVE...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8fQlDXpqUI/AAAAAAAAAxc/qBT0rdpJFWw/s72-c/hugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-6490828439490527290</id><published>2010-04-15T15:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T15:36:27.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Europe Solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8a_WX8s-6I/AAAAAAAAAxE/lseJcfZh2P4/s1600/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8a_WX8s-6I/AAAAAAAAAxE/lseJcfZh2P4/s320/eyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460261989339954082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for my trip to Paris..can't help checking for the cheapest air fare and i hv so many choices.. i thot of taking Qatar Air which is the cheapest so far but Emirates also not so bad and Etihad is also quite reasonable. Now i'm not sure either to go to London then Paris then Rome or take a direct flight straight to Paris. Seems that my brother is going back to international route so insyallah he's taking the same flight with me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like taking MAS...i feel more secure coz this is my first solo trip to Europe after my Solo Umrah. insyallah...before perform my Haj i want to go to europe.. hehehehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8bBZMOlkoI/AAAAAAAAAxM/sHuZEaoZgPQ/s1600/shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8bBZMOlkoI/AAAAAAAAAxM/sHuZEaoZgPQ/s320/shadow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460264236756603522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to travel on my own...i don't care about anything now...all i care is my life and what kind of life i want to live in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8bB2SEAIVI/AAAAAAAAAxU/K1QbnMTURSE/s1600/singles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8bB2SEAIVI/AAAAAAAAAxU/K1QbnMTURSE/s320/singles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460264736539025746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-6490828439490527290?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6490828439490527290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6490828439490527290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/europe-solo.html' title='Europe Solo'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8a_WX8s-6I/AAAAAAAAAxE/lseJcfZh2P4/s72-c/eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-5042017231273206319</id><published>2010-04-13T17:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:16:56.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't break a broken heart..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1rcnuIKATlY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1rcnuIKATlY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8REHOBzDkI/AAAAAAAAAw8/INtjw3Tg-pQ/s1600/yasmin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8REHOBzDkI/AAAAAAAAAw8/INtjw3Tg-pQ/s320/yasmin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459563539095293506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-5042017231273206319?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5042017231273206319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5042017231273206319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-cant-break-broken-heart.html' title='You can&apos;t break a broken heart..'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8REHOBzDkI/AAAAAAAAAw8/INtjw3Tg-pQ/s72-c/yasmin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-5741755129844062668</id><published>2010-04-13T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:41:49.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ti Amo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8PZtnjhV3I/AAAAAAAAAws/bsdiPATJRs0/s1600/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8PZtnjhV3I/AAAAAAAAAws/bsdiPATJRs0/s320/hearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459446551038482290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it suddenly creeps me, a wooden quintain&lt;br /&gt;just the fist I miss, or about the mist I’ll blitz?&lt;br /&gt;a cling to the air, my last thirst&lt;br /&gt;a draw was revealed, but was the first I redeem?&lt;br /&gt;the shade is there, but what?&lt;br /&gt;sighing to the ground, I’m hung on tears&lt;br /&gt;what’s this prejudice I can’t recall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars stabbed me on dream, yet&lt;br /&gt;calls a moon to howl for a downed-Droon&lt;br /&gt;not a precious gift&lt;br /&gt;it causes a harder sorrow, when we&lt;br /&gt;hold our dear most tightly I fear&lt;br /&gt;same still, reminiscing&lt;br /&gt;what’s this swiftly-blink I can’t recall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my sword of hope lasts hone&lt;br /&gt;a shield for someone, my dear&lt;br /&gt;still I can’t recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8PZ2xqCqiI/AAAAAAAAAw0/-rA0WVS5f4M/s1600/0721_french_veil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8PZ2xqCqiI/AAAAAAAAAw0/-rA0WVS5f4M/s320/0721_french_veil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459446708369009186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-5741755129844062668?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5741755129844062668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5741755129844062668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/ti-amo.html' title='Ti Amo....'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8PZtnjhV3I/AAAAAAAAAws/bsdiPATJRs0/s72-c/hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-184906824749935708</id><published>2010-04-13T09:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:50:42.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up and get Up!!!</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss told me.. Assalamualaikum is the best greeting..so lets greet each other with a beautiful salam...May peace be upon you my beloved readers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these days i'm trying to be more stable in terms of emotional. I've been trying to stand on my feet again and suddenly somethings about that 'evil' person really hits me... damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8PLffI3yOI/AAAAAAAAAwM/vhaOiz0kdls/s1600/uSucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8PLffI3yOI/AAAAAAAAAwM/vhaOiz0kdls/s320/uSucks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459430915098265826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm moving on but i just can't focus with the interuptions...and i hate it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulilah..i'm trying to be a better person and i'm proud to say that i DON'T LOVE YOU anymore and all i hv right now is I HATE YOU!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've planned and insyallah i'm going to do it.. i'll be going to Paris to visit my sister Dalilah and Rome to visit my beloved Romeo... insyallah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8PMbrszx6I/AAAAAAAAAwU/f4Lt18EwW8E/s1600/Paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8PMbrszx6I/AAAAAAAAAwU/f4Lt18EwW8E/s320/Paris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459431949262374818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8PMpVjaiGI/AAAAAAAAAwc/VaceNWXCuxE/s1600/rome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8PMpVjaiGI/AAAAAAAAAwc/VaceNWXCuxE/s320/rome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459432183835560034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. i don't love you anymore.. my heart and soul is not yours and i don't give a DAMN what you wanna do in your F life!! Just keep in mind that you are always be the person i HATE most in my whole F world!!! Got it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to say this once and i will not gonna repeat my hateful feelings... i really hate feeling this way but you hv cause a huge damage in my F life!!! Damn!! I'm F HATE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8PN4Ous1vI/AAAAAAAAAwk/s76KAfEFGeo/s1600/veil3.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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8PN4Ous1vI/AAAAAAAAAwk/s76KAfEFGeo/s320/veil3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459433539213514482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-184906824749935708?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/184906824749935708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/184906824749935708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/wake-up-and-get-up.html' title='Wake up and get Up!!!'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S8PLffI3yOI/AAAAAAAAAwM/vhaOiz0kdls/s72-c/uSucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-1558162504188542229</id><published>2010-04-07T08:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T08:20:22.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm on a MISSION!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S7vNMzr3bqI/AAAAAAAAAv8/CcJJEzrqcIA/s1600/mission.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S7vNMzr3bqI/AAAAAAAAAv8/CcJJEzrqcIA/s320/mission.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457180993405808290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its hard to give up on people who have been around you for many years, and has went trough different situations in your life with you.A diamond cannot be found before crushing tons and tons of coal.....so in life we have to go through rigrous ways to find a good frnd...100s betray and break heart and even if its finding one good person after 100s backstabs....i'll take a chance....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-1558162504188542229?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1558162504188542229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1558162504188542229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-on-mission.html' title='i&apos;m on a MISSION!!'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S7vNMzr3bqI/AAAAAAAAAv8/CcJJEzrqcIA/s72-c/mission.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-6819243296673853867</id><published>2010-04-06T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T12:36:00.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana Law Azeto</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TmIb1Al-EJU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TmIb1Al-EJU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you always read my blog and i know you still thinking of me.Don't ask me why..coz i just know it. i know you still love me more than anything in your freaking world..and i swear you can never forget me or hate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know sometimes  you feel like calling me just want to hear my voice but ur ego stop you from doing it..i tell you mister!!!if you called me one day and i don't pick up that's mean i still hate you!!!and i hate to hear your voice!!! Got it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you hv a miserable life and realised what you hv done to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear!!! i will never forget this hurt you've cause me!! i swear!!! wallahi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S7q6HXU0-1I/AAAAAAAAAv0/j2JarKx7jno/s1600/muslim_-girl-smoking_mg_61741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S7q6HXU0-1I/AAAAAAAAAv0/j2JarKx7jno/s320/muslim_-girl-smoking_mg_61741.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456878534196001618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-6819243296673853867?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6819243296673853867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6819243296673853867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/ana-law-azeto.html' title='Ana Law Azeto'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S7q6HXU0-1I/AAAAAAAAAv0/j2JarKx7jno/s72-c/muslim_-girl-smoking_mg_61741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-4482201755639576874</id><published>2010-04-05T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:15:52.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts May Die,But Love Don't...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S7lj7qhF9OI/AAAAAAAAAvs/KbgOz7p6df0/s1600/VICCB2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S7lj7qhF9OI/AAAAAAAAAvs/KbgOz7p6df0/s320/VICCB2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456502300212589794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success in marriage doesn't come merely by choosing the right mate, but by being the right mate.And the one who loves his/her beloved should know that LOVE is an act of faith and not of lust,whoever is of little faith, will be of little love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S7lggZXmvLI/AAAAAAAAAvk/kFkYCDkhfSY/s1600/love+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S7lggZXmvLI/AAAAAAAAAvk/kFkYCDkhfSY/s320/love+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456498533218041010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman~The biggest wonder of the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman was made from the rib of man,She was not created from his head to top him,Nor form his feet to be stepped upon,She was made from his side to be close to him,Near his heart to be loved by him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man broked his wifes' heart in to pieces but her reply to him was "I shall remember you not as the one who broked my heart but as the one who taught me how to live with a broken heart." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman can be patient with her husband's poverty,unattractiveness and busy schedule but she cannot be patient with his rude behaviour.No man honors a woman except a honourable one and no one demeans a woman except a mean person..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-4482201755639576874?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4482201755639576874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4482201755639576874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/hearts-may-diebut-love-dont.html' title='Hearts May Die,But Love Don&apos;t...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S7lj7qhF9OI/AAAAAAAAAvs/KbgOz7p6df0/s72-c/VICCB2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-6949834042142482682</id><published>2010-04-05T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T11:50:14.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Hate..</title><content type='html'>You make me laugh when I don't even want to smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a tough week for me to get up and put on a smile on my face.. i've lost my beloved brother in Islam... Abg Din Beramboi is gone now...May Allah Bless his soul ameeennn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the hospital on Friday night...queing infront of ICU ward waiting for my turn to go in and visit my poor Abd Din... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepped in with Sultan Muzaffar..and my tears running thru my eyes... Ya Allah...pls..save my brother...and i read Al Fatihah to him and i turned my body away from him..i can't see him like this!! Ya Allah..its really heartbreaking!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sultan Muzaffar and i stepped out with tears in our eyes and both of us was stunned by what we just saw..our beloved friend and so called brother was lying reckless and i know he's slowly leaving us that's why i need to give other people a chance to look at him for the last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abg din always makes me smile and laugh in the middle of the nite with his funny status updates and msg on my BBM...Ya Allah..i missed him so much... *cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day i send him and all muslimin and muslimat an Al Fatihah...insyallah... i hope he's save in his new world...He is deeply missed by all of us!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not gonna delete his name in my BB contact lists... i want to let it remain as he's still around... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His last status is Adek angkat Sudin Ajaib and his name is Steve Magic... i did ask him why steve magic? he said; its because he has a shooting at Zoo Negara and he thot he can be Steve the crocodile hunter... owh now i just remember Steve was killed by a stringrays...Ya Allah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah is The Greatest!! He can take our life just as He promised!! We can't do anything about it...Today you reading my blog and you never know this is my last blog..Wallahualam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray for Allah to give us a lot of time to repent..so many sins we had done in our life and so many things we didn't achieve in our life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray for Allah to open our heart to be kind to others and love others unconditionally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray for Allah to give us more loves than we ever wanted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray for Allah to send us a life partner who can love us as we are and take us as we are..coz we are tying to be a good muslims...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray for Allah to take away the black heart..and bad heart to those who are practise discrimination in their lives... we are the same in Allah's eyes...why some people think they are so special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray for Allah to make some people stop destroying other people's life..and gives false hope!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray for Allah to take away this hatefull feeling inside me to that particular person...My God..i cried every night just to force myself to forgive this person...The person i hate the most and i'm afraid i can't forgive him till the rest of my life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S7ldzZOibXI/AAAAAAAAAvc/fimtVXFAAxs/s1600/cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S7ldzZOibXI/AAAAAAAAAvc/fimtVXFAAxs/s320/cry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456495561062641010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-6949834042142482682?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6949834042142482682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6949834042142482682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-and-hate.html' title='Love and Hate..'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S7ldzZOibXI/AAAAAAAAAvc/fimtVXFAAxs/s72-c/cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-9118525075279345007</id><published>2010-04-01T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T13:05:24.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray for Din Beramboi...</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days i've been so upset and shocked by the news of my beloved BBM (Blackberry Messenger) friend Abg Din Beramboi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every nite he will teased me on my BBM..he always cheers me up and even during my down turned...he's there for me...with his jokes and he knows how to make me laugh in the middle of the nite!!! i really missed all his jokes at nite on BBM!!! everyday i will look at his status update on his BB..from Dato' Lee Chong Din to SuDin Ajaib...heheheehehehee... he's one of the kind that always makes people around him laugh over his silly jokes!! some people being sceptical over his jokes but i laughed of all his jokes just because he's funny and whatever he said i never take it to the heart!! No hard feeling beb!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now he's on the bed in ICU!! i heard his internally bleeding and both of his kidneys are not functining...Ya Allah... pls!! pls!! Ya Allah.. save him...Ya Rabb!!Give him another chance to live... only You Ya Allah can change Din Beramboi fate...pls Ya Allah...this is my doa...for my brother Din Beramboi... *cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your help my beloved reader to pray for my friend and my brother Din Beramboi for his speedy recovery...ameennn.... thank you people!! May Allah bless us all...ameeenn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-9118525075279345007?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/9118525075279345007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/9118525075279345007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/04/please-pray-for-din-beramboi.html' title='Please pray for Din Beramboi...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-7025744534111076139</id><published>2010-03-24T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T14:08:25.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He always listen...just keep praying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S6msNZ48SQI/AAAAAAAAAvU/OMN8c5FnDXA/s1600/muslimah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S6msNZ48SQI/AAAAAAAAAvU/OMN8c5FnDXA/s320/muslimah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452078170196691202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O My Slave,when your idea is not write I say "No","No" when it is not the best,"No" when it is absolutely wrong and even "No" though it may help you,it would create problems for some else.&lt;br /&gt;When the time is not right,I say "go slow".What a catastrope it would be If I answered all your prayers at the snap of your fingures.Do you know what would happen?&lt;br /&gt;I will become your servant and not your master,I would be working for you,instead of you working for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O My Slave,Believe me! I know you better than you know yourself or someone else.It may be that what you think is good for you day,may actually be bad for you tomorrow(future) and vice versa.Remember my slave,I see the truth but wait for the right time to execute my will ,my timing is perfect and Im the best of the planners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So make prostation your means,prayer your beckon,patience your sheild,persevrance your weapon and piety your armour (dress) and wage a mighty war against your enemy and my enemy. It's for sure victroy will be your's, but there may be a delay but not the denial..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-7025744534111076139?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7025744534111076139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7025744534111076139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-always-listenjust-keep-praying.html' title='He always listen...just keep praying...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S6msNZ48SQI/AAAAAAAAAvU/OMN8c5FnDXA/s72-c/muslimah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-2206172713613414290</id><published>2010-03-18T08:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T09:15:39.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its time to try defying gravity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S6F2k1eyy4I/AAAAAAAAAvM/Sra_Uzf9_uQ/s1600-h/jules.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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S6F2k1eyy4I/AAAAAAAAAvM/Sra_Uzf9_uQ/s320/jules.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449767399298616194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah Azzawajal Always Answers!!!&lt;br /&gt;O my slaves! Ask me,you will be given,seek, you will be granted,work,you will be awarded here and rewarded in hereafter and remember,there may be some delay in my answer, but not the denial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like music,it must be composed by ear,feeling,and instinct,not by rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every story has an end, but in life every end is just a new begining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not a feeling, it is a decision......it is not love that makes relationship last rather, it is our commitment to the commitment we've made therefore, give thought to making promises lest you break them and destroy the work of your own hands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life we all have an unspeakable secret, an irreversible regret, an unreachable&lt;br /&gt;dream and an unforgettable love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might have forgetten me. He might have forgetten what I said, he might have forgotten everything about me. he might even have forgotten my name but he will never forget how I made him feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you when something really good happens, because you're the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because you're the only one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry, because I know that you're the one who makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss ...you all the time, but I miss you the most when I lie awake at night and think of all the wonderful times we spent with each other for those were some of the best memorable times of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Any change, any loss, does not make us victims. Others can shake you,&lt;br /&gt;surprise you, disappoint you, but they can't prevent you from acting,&lt;br /&gt;from taking the situation you're presented with and moving on. No&lt;br /&gt;matter where you are in life, no matter what your situation, you can&lt;br /&gt;always do something. You always have a choice and the choice can be&lt;br /&gt;power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the life that is waiting for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mM1fQBZKwzM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mM1fQBZKwzM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-2206172713613414290?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2206172713613414290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2206172713613414290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-time-to-try-defying-gravity.html' title='Its time to try defying gravity...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S6F2k1eyy4I/AAAAAAAAAvM/Sra_Uzf9_uQ/s72-c/jules.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-5959462555805487064</id><published>2010-03-17T11:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:54:35.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't want you back. Period!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Gx6rm9TVZg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Gx6rm9TVZg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something really bothering me lately. i hope you can move on...i'm already gone in your life..i'm in love with someone else. Thats the fact!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S6BQrCh8sjI/AAAAAAAAAu8/sbq1dfLNkNc/s1600-h/hijab2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S6BQrCh8sjI/AAAAAAAAAu8/sbq1dfLNkNc/s320/hijab2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449444249462157874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S6BRB7SU-iI/AAAAAAAAAvE/fLvSzbpTQg8/s1600-h/hate+U.bmp"&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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S6BRB7SU-iI/AAAAAAAAAvE/fLvSzbpTQg8/s320/hate+U.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449444642654583330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-5959462555805487064?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5959462555805487064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5959462555805487064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-want-you-back-period.html' title='i don&apos;t want you back. Period!!'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S6BQrCh8sjI/AAAAAAAAAu8/sbq1dfLNkNc/s72-c/hijab2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-3890126378522275135</id><published>2010-03-15T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:04:12.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 40's couples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S52xpyZa-BI/AAAAAAAAAu0/y3qeKgtoKmM/s1600-h/cute+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S52xpyZa-BI/AAAAAAAAAu0/y3qeKgtoKmM/s320/cute+baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448706455649318930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a little bit upset with some people who are so arrogantly talk about those couples who are married above 40s will be getting a down sydrome baby!!! What the Hell? Don't they think before they say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe nobody want to be single for the rest of their life and its all Allah's will. Those single man and woman are always keep looking for any opportunities for them to find their soulmates. They not being single on purpose. So stop make any statement says that these people are delaying their marriage. Its Allah's will people!!! I'm sure these people will never give up to find their soulmates!!! not all of the 40s couples have down sydrome babies..not ALL ok!!! Look at Sheila Majid and Ziana Zain!! Their babies are so adorable!! As i said... its Allah's will!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has some rights over others and everything too, has the same over something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people today purposely deny from fulfilling the rights of others (family members,realtives,neighbours,friends etc),will be forced to pay the due tomorrow in some way or the other or will simply suffer here and severely in hereafter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-3890126378522275135?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/3890126378522275135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/3890126378522275135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/03/40s-couples.html' title='The 40&apos;s couples'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S52xpyZa-BI/AAAAAAAAAu0/y3qeKgtoKmM/s72-c/cute+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-3149155089106609427</id><published>2010-03-12T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:42:18.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is not a fairy tale..</title><content type='html'>Do you know what's worth fighting for, &lt;br /&gt;When it's not worth dying for? &lt;br /&gt;Does it take your breath away &lt;br /&gt;And you feel yourself suffocating? &lt;br /&gt;Does the pain weigh out the pride? &lt;br /&gt;And you look for a place to hide? &lt;br /&gt;Did someone break your heart inside? &lt;br /&gt;You're in ruins &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never explain yourself to anyone because the person who likes you doesn't need it, and the person who dislikes you won't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you give to life, it gives you back.Do not hate anybody.The hatred which comes out from you will someday comeback to you.Love others. And love will comeback to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything you have missed, you have gained something else;&lt;br /&gt;And for everything you gain, you lose something else.&lt;br /&gt;It's about your outlook towards life. You can either regret or rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most difficult phase of life is not when no one understands you;&lt;br /&gt;It's when you don't understand yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrow goes forward only after pulling in to backward.Bullet goes forward only after pressing the trigger backward.Every human being will get happy only after facing difficulties in their life path...So do not afraid to face your difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;They will push you forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember you are born to live.&lt;br /&gt;Don't live because you are born !&lt;br /&gt;Don't go the way life takes you...&lt;br /&gt;Take life the way you go !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are today is result of our own past actions;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever we wish to be in future depends on our present actions;&lt;br /&gt;Decide how you have to act now.&lt;br /&gt;We are responsible for what we are, whatever we wish ourselves to be.&lt;br /&gt;We have the power to make ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-3149155089106609427?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/3149155089106609427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/3149155089106609427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-not-fairy-tale.html' title='Life is not a fairy tale..'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-6549648423514170826</id><published>2010-03-11T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:05:16.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLEE and Mr Schue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S5h5XX4kZZI/AAAAAAAAAus/Yg6FZKAZu0Q/s1600-h/glee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S5h5XX4kZZI/AAAAAAAAAus/Yg6FZKAZu0Q/s320/glee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447237191759848850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well!! i can't help myself watching this very entertaining show!! i've watched all 13 episodes!!! but i need to watch more!!! Can't wait for 2nd Season which's coming in April!!! aaarrrgghh!!!! need to watch Glee season 1 again and again while waiting for Season 2!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'don't stop believing!!!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-6549648423514170826?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6549648423514170826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6549648423514170826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/03/glee-and-mr-schue.html' title='GLEE and Mr Schue'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S5h5XX4kZZI/AAAAAAAAAus/Yg6FZKAZu0Q/s72-c/glee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-3438346285156873701</id><published>2010-03-11T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:31:27.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life oh life!!</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy lately...a lot of recording to be made and almost everyday i'm stucked in my studio producing my baby called The Best Of Asia.. Its one of Digi's sponsored show which came out with 3 different languages. Tagalog, Bangla and Indonesia. Yes!! i'm producing these shows...hahahaha..Its not that difficult but i really enjoy it!! and i love my DJs.. Ana, May and Saiful!!Its very interesting to learn and understand some of the languages....What an experience!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week i've been shocked by a sad news about my friend's cousin who commit suicide in her room just because she had a fight with her psycho boyfriend!! Damn!!! Why? Did love make your life too fragile? Ya Allah...this is not the 1st time i heard... a few weeks ago i heard the news from Alor Star that a girl killed her girlfriend just because of jealousy!! and then she stabbed herself till coma!!! My God!!! what happend to these young ppl!!! What's on their mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could talk to these ppl about what they are going thru is NOTHING compared to the stories of my life!!!What would they do if they were in my shoes? Nauzubillah!!! My life sucks!!! but i'm happy with it!!! coz i believe "If Allah wants to do good to somebody, He afflicts him with trials." Ameen for that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these while i keep holding on and i don't know whats the shape of my heart!!!so many heart broken but i'm still survived!!Alhamdulilah...thank God i still can live my life peacefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gotta move on no matter how hard life had nailled u down!! Do not give up!!! All those pain are only a test for u to become a better person...Allah knows best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish to be a motivator to all teens and shared with them my life experience...i hv a wonderful family , great friends, a lot of ppl are dying to be in my positions right now, working under the lime lights, attending glamorous events and concerts, mix around with celebrities friends, be among the first watching movie premier and there's a lot of things that life to offer... that's sounds perfect!! but my heart been broken so many times!!and u hv no idea how hard it is to put on a happy face all the time to make ur sadness unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulilah...i've never care about how bad my broken heart was.. whats matters to me is how to live my life to the fullest!!! Broken heart will heal by zikir and doas. Allah is The Greatest!! I talk to him everyday!! and Alhamdulilah... He listened!! He gave me almost everything i ever asked him...but only 1 thing He didn't give me YET!!! He didn't give me a GOOD MUSLIM husband. I know he's somewhere out there and i'll keep waiting for the owner of my ribs. Insyallah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest reader... i love you guys so much...and i pray that whatever u guys going thru is not the end of the world...do not take your life on your own..coz whatever we have right now is not belong to us...its belong to HIM..so let Him takes your soul as in His way..living in these life wasn't that easy but to be in that after life might be harder..end of the day....its totally 2 different world and if u r not happy living in this world how sure you are doing better in the other world? Think about it!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kneel down on your knees or bow down on your elbows before Allah kareem when life gets too hard for you to stand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who is not thankful for a small blessing cannot be thankful even for a mountain of gold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless you my dearest reader....Ameennn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S5hjLWj_M9I/AAAAAAAAAuk/rsOcZPDtsic/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S5hjLWj_M9I/AAAAAAAAAuk/rsOcZPDtsic/s320/me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447212795990848466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-3438346285156873701?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/3438346285156873701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/3438346285156873701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-oh-life.html' title='Life oh life!!'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S5hjLWj_M9I/AAAAAAAAAuk/rsOcZPDtsic/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-1805682121713427504</id><published>2010-03-01T14:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:30:37.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kronology...</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while i didnt update my blog....something happend to me and my family lately and its changes everythings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah is The Greatest!!! He knew what's the best for me and my family that is what i'm going to tell u guys right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th February 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;230pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upstairs window grill suddenly fell on my father's head and it causes 4cm long and deep wound on my father's head. Blood was all over the floors, on the staircase, on the bedroom floors and on my parent's bed too. It just like a crime scene..so much blood running thru my poor father's head. but luckily he's not fainted..he still can talk and the contractor sent him to PPUM. I got a call from my mom and rush to the hospital ER. Alhamdulilah...daddy was ok..but he need 9 stiches and his left wrist was broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's head already done with 9 stiches and his wrist already been semen and what worries me was when the doctor said his skull was fractured and the doctor need to observed my dad for 24hours.. Ya Allah pls save Ayah!! pls Ya Allah.. *thats the only prayer i can think of everytime the doctor updates me with my dad's conditions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th February &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit my dad. and the doctor said he can go home coz my dad is a very strong person spiritually and phisically. Eventhough his skull was fractured but his brain was ok...no bleeding in the brain and also he's fit to go home. Alhamdulilah...Alhamdulilah...Alhamdulilah...Allah hu Akhbar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for AIM judging at The Legend Hotel..everybody in the room was smoking and i prayed in my heart to get the judging done asap!!! can't stand to be in that smoky room. After we done with it.. i rush back home coz i know my asthma is coming. My Asthalin doesn't work i meant...my body didn't respon to Asthalin this time!! Ya Allah... i took ventolin tablet and try to take a nap....but still i hv pain on my chest..its hard to breath..i told myself to go to the clinic tomorrow before i'm off to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached the clinic and the doctor gave me Nebuliser. i got headache and fever. my body are all aching...i thot i had Denggi...but the doctor said i only had asthma..i can hear the wheezling..ok i got my mc and off to work..send the mc and handover my work to Wan. i'm taking 1 day leave tomorrow coz i need to send my dad for check up at PPUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;730am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With fever and asthma i drive my dad to PPUM..i need to do this coz nobody available to send daddy for check up. Ya Allah pls gives me the strenght to do this. I was shivering the whole day...and my dad was so worried about my conditions..i lost my voice coz actually i can't talk much...my chest was so painfull and with the fever and i keep on shivering like crazy...but i try to control it coz i don't want my dad feel so worried about me... in my heart i pray that the whole check up things to be done ASAP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is done!! and i need to send my aunt and my uncle to KL Sentral. Bought the ticket and then get them on the train safely and now i need to rush back home and take a nap..i feel like dying at this point..all the medicine i took doesn't change my conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulilah...reach home safely..and i took a bath and straight away took a nap. i pray that i could wake up or may be i'll be gone...Wallahi..i was so weak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and took a shower and go to clinic...and again the doktor gave me Nebuliser...still..my body won't response. the Doctor advised me to come back the next day and he will refer me to the specialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the clinic again and my fever comes and go...i'm still shivering, my chest feels like bursting out..my back pain...and my body aching.. all the  medicine the doctor gave doesn't really works on me..and the doctor want me to see the specialist at Columbia Hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12noon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister pick me up to send me to Columbia Hospital. done the X-ray and i got a shocking result...i have Pneumonia!!Ya Allah..no wonder i feel like dying..its on my left lung and there's an infection too..i have to stay in the hospital and the doctor will do the best they can to save me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to my ward and i was on oxygen coz i can't breath on my own easily..my lungs hurts and my ribs swollen. My back muscles swelling too coz i've been forcing my lungs to expand to breath. and my lungs hurts..and its really hurts!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th February - 16th February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in the hospital...taking the fisiotheraphy and medicine after medicine..antibiotic after another antibiotic and fisiotheraphy...quite boring but i need to fight this pain..i fought this all by myself!!! and at these point i know Allah is always with me..not my bestfriends or soulmates!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th February - 25th February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting at home ... spend more time with my parents and spend more time talking to Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow up check up with Doctor Jurina and Doctor Megat...Alhamdulilah...my lungs are cleared from Pneumonia..Alhamdulilah...Alhamdulilah...Alhamdulilah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah gave me another chance to live!!! Alhamdulilah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the different from the picture below.. i was 61kg before i was admitted and after i discharged my weight is 57kg!!! Believe it or not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me before admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S4t60BPNoBI/AAAAAAAAAuU/E6g05KUJy8o/s1600-h/wajah4%27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S4t60BPNoBI/AAAAAAAAAuU/E6g05KUJy8o/s320/wajah4%27.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443579608711405586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me after discharged from hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S4t7EVZlJ8I/AAAAAAAAAuc/ywr39dh7BU4/s1600-h/wajah.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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S4t7EVZlJ8I/AAAAAAAAAuc/ywr39dh7BU4/s320/wajah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443579889001506754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-1805682121713427504?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1805682121713427504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1805682121713427504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/03/kronology.html' title='The Kronology...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S4t60BPNoBI/AAAAAAAAAuU/E6g05KUJy8o/s72-c/wajah4%27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-8861573179447247206</id><published>2010-02-05T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:50:12.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batasku Asa ku....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2uGtacIfrI/AAAAAAAAAt0/-W1apcV4Wz4/s1600-h/jules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2uGtacIfrI/AAAAAAAAAt0/-W1apcV4Wz4/s320/jules.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434585490102189746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismillahirahmanirahim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LSVzzMuQvYs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LSVzzMuQvYs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila kutercipta dari tulang rusukmu&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kumampu sempurnakan hidupmu&lt;br /&gt;Bila ku ada karena kau ada&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kau tak bisa sendiri saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff:&lt;br /&gt;Dalam teguh tak larut belaian&lt;br /&gt;Ranum sahaja bukan hiasan&lt;br /&gt;Untaian cinta gapai genggaman&lt;br /&gt;Yakinkan mimpi dalam iman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batasku sadari raut kodratku&lt;br /&gt;Asaku menari terbalut sorbanmu&lt;br /&gt;Lembutnya jiwa sambut nestapa&lt;br /&gt;Terngiang syahdu iman di dada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila cerita tak lagi ceria&lt;br /&gt;Mahligai cinta merona terlena&lt;br /&gt;Senada iman kusimpan derita&lt;br /&gt;Kuatkan hati bersimpuh pada-Nya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-8861573179447247206?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/8861573179447247206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/8861573179447247206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/02/batasku-asa-ku.html' title='Batasku Asa ku....'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2uGtacIfrI/AAAAAAAAAt0/-W1apcV4Wz4/s72-c/jules.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-2846216604417120547</id><published>2010-02-04T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T14:48:05.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jannah</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirahmanirahim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan memasukkan mereka ke dalam syurga yang telah diperkenankanNya kepada mereka. (Muhammad: 6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penghuni-penghuni syurga diberikan bilik-bilik khas, rumah dan istana yang diperbuat daripada permata-permata yang tembus dipandang mata seperti kaca. Di dalamnya penuh dengan kenikmatan &amp; kelazatan yang tidak pernah dilihat mata serta didengar telinga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah pada suatu hari para sahabat bertanya kepada Rasulullah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Sahabat: Untuk siapakah Allah menyediakan bilik-bilik seperti itu ya Rasulullah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah: Bagi mereka yang menyebarkan salam, menyumbangkan makanan, terus berpuasa dan berjaga malam mengerjakan sembahyang sedangkan orang lain tidur nyenyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu sahabat-sahabat bertanya lagi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Sahabat: Siapakah yang tahan dan sanggup berbuat demikian ya Rasulullah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah s.a.w: "Umatku! Dengarlah ...sesiapa yang bertemu sesama Muslim lalu ia memberi salam, itu bererti telah menyebarkan salam. Barang siapa yang memberi makan anak-anak dan isterinya sampai kenyang, bererti ia telah menyumbangkan makanan. Sesiapa yang berpuasa pada bulan Ramadan dan ditambah dengan tiga hari pada setiap bulan, itu bererti ia terus menerus berpuasa. Dan sesiapa yang menunaikan sembahyang Isyak terakhir dengan berjemaah, bererti dia telah bersembahyang malam sedang manusia tidur." (Riwayat Abu Naim dari Jabir).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tetapi orang-orang yang bertakwa kepada Tuhannya mereka mendapat tempat-tempat yang tinggi, di atasnya dibangun pula tempat-tempat yang tinggi yang di bawahnya mengalir sungai-sungai. Allah telah berjanji dengan sebenar-benarnya. Allah tidak akan memungkiri janjinya" &lt;br /&gt;(Az-Zumar: 20)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-2846216604417120547?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2846216604417120547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2846216604417120547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/02/jannah.html' title='Jannah'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-3842681492477323242</id><published>2010-02-04T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:18:08.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2osyrhEeXI/AAAAAAAAAtk/6YgV_QZncuQ/s1600-h/jules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2osyrhEeXI/AAAAAAAAAtk/6YgV_QZncuQ/s320/jules.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434205149562435954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman's heart should be so lost in God that a man needs to seek Him in order to find her LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you forgive people simply because you still want them in ur life.You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, even months analyzing a situation, trying to put the pieces together. Justifying what could've, should've, would've happened. Or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pushed you away because i knew that if you stayed, i could never turn you down. you are the most beautiful and most terrible thing that's ever happened to me, and you will always have my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is to not be bitter over life's disappointments. Learn to let go of the past &amp; recognize that every day won't be sunny. &amp; when you find yourself lost in the darkness of despair, remember that it's only in the black of night that you see the stars, &amp; those stars lead you back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2ouRxVXnII/AAAAAAAAAts/nlmikqb9Waw/s1600-h/future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2ouRxVXnII/AAAAAAAAAts/nlmikqb9Waw/s320/future.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434206783211543682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-3842681492477323242?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/3842681492477323242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/3842681492477323242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-just.html' title='i&apos;m just....'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2osyrhEeXI/AAAAAAAAAtk/6YgV_QZncuQ/s72-c/jules.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-1517070582813389274</id><published>2010-02-03T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:14:11.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatoo is Haram in Islam</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirahmanirahim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to share with you about tatoo.... i'm very dissappointed with some ppl who are taking this Tatoo things lightly... It Haram!!! people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos are clearly haram in Islam, as there are numerous references and hadith to their being haram. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos are also forbidden as it permanently disfigures the body while causing immense and unnecessary pain during the tattooing process. Temporary designs on the hand and feet done with henna are allowed for ladies in Islam, since they are harmless, do not cause pain and are not disfiguring or permanent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise be to Allaah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattooing, in which the skin is pierced with a needle and a blue or other coloured dye is injected, is haraam in all forms, whether it causes pain or not, because it involves changing the creation of Allaah, and because the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) cursed the one who does tattoos and the one for whom that is done. In al-Saheehayn it is narrated that ‘Abd-Allaah ibn Mas’ood (may Allaah be pleased with him) said: “May Allaah curse the women who do tattoos and those for whom tattoos are done, those who pluck their eyebrows and those who file their teeth for the purpose of beautification and alter the creation of Allaah.” (al-Bukhaari, al-Libaas, 5587; Muslim, al-Libaas, 5538). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regard to all these matters, the ahaadeeth testify that the one who does them is cursed and that they are major sins. There is some difference of scholarly opinion as to the reason why they are forbidden. It was said that it is because they are a form of deception, and it was said that it is because it is a way of changing the creation of Allaah, as Ibn Mas’ood said – which is more correct and also includes the first meaning. And it was suggested that what is forbidden is only that which is permanent, because that is changing the creation of Allaah; as for that which is not permanent, such as kohl which used for adornment by women, that is permitted by the scholars. (Tafseer al-Qurtubi, 5/393). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was narrated from the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) that tattooing is haraam (forbidden). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was narrated that Abu Juhayfah (may Allaah be pleased with him) said: “The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) cursed the one who does tattoos, the one who has a tattoo done, the one who consumes riba (usury or interest) and the one who pays it, and he forbade the price of a dog and the earnings of a prostitute, and he cursed the image-makers.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Narrated by al-Bukhaari, 5032). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattooing is a major sin, but if a person repents from it, Allaah will accept his repentance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are also hadith that talk about tattoos being a way of imitating the kuffars way of life...and being haram for that reason as well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-1517070582813389274?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1517070582813389274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1517070582813389274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/02/tatoo-is-haram-in-islam.html' title='Tatoo is Haram in Islam'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-2489587179849939175</id><published>2010-02-02T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:01:24.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2ejX1yr06I/AAAAAAAAAtc/TNxakhPff8w/s1600-h/the+ring2.bmp"&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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2ejX1yr06I/AAAAAAAAAtc/TNxakhPff8w/s320/the+ring2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433491105417778082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my beautiful rings!! don't u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-2489587179849939175?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2489587179849939175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2489587179849939175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-it.html' title='i love it!!!'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2ejX1yr06I/AAAAAAAAAtc/TNxakhPff8w/s72-c/the+ring2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-8684549809063422594</id><published>2010-02-02T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:32:06.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Allah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2eOae7lfUI/AAAAAAAAAtU/hQyqEQO7bcA/s1600-h/O+Allah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2eOae7lfUI/AAAAAAAAAtU/hQyqEQO7bcA/s320/O+Allah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433468061076520258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that EVIL person...u deserve no one in this world!! Repent!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-8684549809063422594?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/8684549809063422594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/8684549809063422594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-allah.html' title='O Allah'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2eOae7lfUI/AAAAAAAAAtU/hQyqEQO7bcA/s72-c/O+Allah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-4221150232765317783</id><published>2010-02-01T09:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:58:04.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ring!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2Y0iF-y1xI/AAAAAAAAAtM/riAkFLjL-kY/s1600-h/the+ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2Y0iF-y1xI/AAAAAAAAAtM/riAkFLjL-kY/s320/the+ring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433087760794834706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice eh!!! Alhamdulilah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-4221150232765317783?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4221150232765317783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4221150232765317783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-ring.html' title='My Ring!!!'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2Y0iF-y1xI/AAAAAAAAAtM/riAkFLjL-kY/s72-c/the+ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-2838455893419973290</id><published>2010-01-29T07:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:29:17.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repent and live by Alllah’s grace....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2IdaGoo3eI/AAAAAAAAAs8/SYykEM3SnNg/s1600-h/black+2.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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2IdaGoo3eI/AAAAAAAAAs8/SYykEM3SnNg/s320/black+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431936434857106914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Allah breaks our spirit to save our soul.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Allah breaks our heart to make us whole.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Allah allows pain so we can be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Allah sends us failure so we can be humble.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Allah allows illness so we can take better care of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Allah takes everything away from us so we can learn the value of everything He gave us.&lt;br /&gt;Plan, but understand that we only live by Alllah’s grace…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibn mubarak said:"I saw that sins cause haerts to die,that base actions lead to their addiction,that avoiding sins is life for the heart,and that it is better for your soul for you to disobey it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah calls out: "O My slaves! You sin morning and evening and I forgive all your sins. So call on Me, I will forgive you all your sins." –hadith e qudsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Allah extends His Hands in the night to forgive the sinner of the day ,and extends His Hands in the day to forgive the sinner of the night".And He loves to hear our sorries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are patient,then Allah gives you something in place of what was lost or destroyed.And know that if you are patient,everything that was destined for you and preordained for you will occur and you will be rewarded.If you complain and are hopeless,then likewise all that was destined for you will occur,except that you will be blamed for your impatience at Allah's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anas (May Allah be pleased with him) reported: &lt;br /&gt;Messenger of Allah (PBUH) said, &lt;br /&gt;"Allah, the Exalted, has said: &lt;br /&gt;`O son of adam, I forgive you as long as you pray to Me and hope for My forgiveness, whatever sins you have committed. &lt;br /&gt;O son of 'Adam, I do not care if your sins reach the height of the heaven, then you ask for my forgiveness, I would forgive you. &lt;br /&gt;O son of 'Adam, if you come to Me with an earth load of sins, and meet Me associating nothing to Me, I would match it with an earthload of forgiveness.'''[At-Tirmidhi]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2Idg5F5xXI/AAAAAAAAAtE/IkkrQhtkCGU/s1600-h/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2Idg5F5xXI/AAAAAAAAAtE/IkkrQhtkCGU/s320/life.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431936551480837490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-2838455893419973290?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2838455893419973290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2838455893419973290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/01/repent-and-live-by-alllahs-grace.html' title='Repent and live by Alllah’s grace....'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2IdaGoo3eI/AAAAAAAAAs8/SYykEM3SnNg/s72-c/black+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-5881590942908073996</id><published>2010-01-28T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:57:16.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahajud Cinta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2FRXNS_Q9I/AAAAAAAAAs0/Xb6WYRgYDSI/s1600-h/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2FRXNS_Q9I/AAAAAAAAAs0/Xb6WYRgYDSI/s320/black.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431712084733674450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismillahirahmanirahim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau datang ketika duka dan bintang bercahya tunjuk ku ke jalan syurga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku haus di tengah arus lemas mencari tempat berpaut kirimkan aku kekuatan tetap pedoman dikesesatan&lt;br /&gt;Ku sunyi dalam gembira perit pedih tanggung derita sungguh aku bukan wali yg suci &lt;br /&gt;Dari  hina dan benci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau datang ketika duka dan bintang bercahya tunjuk ku ke jalan syurga….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlalu lama aku mencuba , terlalu banyak cinta yg kudamba&lt;br /&gt;Tiada yg sempurna hanya fana Tuhan ku ni hamba Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku rebah di dada malam memanjat dendam yang lama diam &lt;br /&gt;Ku tanggalkan pacu dunia dakap ku dengan selimut syurga&lt;br /&gt;Ya Tuhan ku hanya pada mu &lt;br /&gt;Tempat mengadu segala rindu &lt;br /&gt;Limpahi ku rahmat kasih mu dalam tahajud cinta bersujud…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ecjxN4q3aMo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ecjxN4q3aMo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-5881590942908073996?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5881590942908073996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5881590942908073996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/01/tahajud-cinta.html' title='Tahajud Cinta...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S2FRXNS_Q9I/AAAAAAAAAs0/Xb6WYRgYDSI/s72-c/black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-3919074956801348763</id><published>2010-01-28T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:36:11.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allah SWT does listen to prayers...</title><content type='html'>Allah SWT does listen to prayers. Tears will fall after &lt;br /&gt;reading this.......they will, sooner or later!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man had been to Wednesday Night Class of Quranic Studies. &lt;br /&gt;The Mualim had shared about listening to Allah and obeying Allah &lt;br /&gt;through intuition. &lt;br /&gt;The young man couldn't help but wonder, 'Does Allah still speak to &lt;br /&gt;people through intuition?' &lt;br /&gt;After Lessons, he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and &lt;br /&gt;they discussed the message.Several different ones talked about how &lt;br /&gt;Allah had led them in different ways and that at the end you'll know &lt;br /&gt;it was Allah(SWT) Who has directed you. &lt;br /&gt;It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home. &lt;br /&gt;Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, 'Allah...If you still speak &lt;br /&gt;to people, speak to me. I will listen. &lt;br /&gt;I will do my best to obey.' &lt;br /&gt;As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest &lt;br /&gt;thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. &lt;br /&gt;He shook his head and said out loud, 'Allah is that you?' He didn't &lt;br /&gt;get a reply and started on toward home. &lt;br /&gt;But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk came into his head. &lt;br /&gt;'Okay, Allah, in case that is you, I will buy the milk.' It didn't &lt;br /&gt;seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. &lt;br /&gt;He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward &lt;br /&gt;home. &lt;br /&gt;As he passed Seventh Street , he again felt the urge, 'Turn Down that street.' &lt;br /&gt;This is crazy he thought, and drove on past the intersection. &lt;br /&gt;Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street .. &lt;br /&gt;At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. &lt;br /&gt;Half jokingly, he said out loud, 'Okay, Allah, I will.' &lt;br /&gt;He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. &lt;br /&gt;He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in a &lt;br /&gt;semi-commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the &lt;br /&gt;worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of &lt;br /&gt;the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed. &lt;br /&gt;Again, he sensed something, 'Go and give the milk to the people in the &lt;br /&gt;house across the street.' The young man looked at the house. It was &lt;br /&gt;dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were &lt;br /&gt;already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the &lt;br /&gt;car seat.. &lt;br /&gt;'Allah, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, &lt;br /&gt;they are going to be mad and I will look stupid.' Again, he felt like &lt;br /&gt;he should go and give the milk. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, he opened the door, 'Okay Allah(SWT), if this is you, I will &lt;br /&gt;go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look &lt;br /&gt;like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will &lt;br /&gt;count for something, but if they don't answer right away, I am out of &lt;br /&gt;here.' &lt;br /&gt;He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some &lt;br /&gt;noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, 'Who is it? What do you want?' &lt;br /&gt;Then the door opened before the young man could get away. &lt;br /&gt;The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he &lt;br /&gt;just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't &lt;br /&gt;seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. &lt;br /&gt;'What is it?' &lt;br /&gt;The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, 'Here, I brought this to you.' &lt;br /&gt;The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway. &lt;br /&gt;Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the &lt;br /&gt;kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby.. The baby was &lt;br /&gt;crying. The man had tears streaming down his face. &lt;br /&gt;The man began speaking and half crying, 'We were just praying. We had &lt;br /&gt;some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any &lt;br /&gt;milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking Allah(SWT) to show me &lt;br /&gt;how to get some milk.' &lt;br /&gt;His wife in the kitchen yelled out, 'I ask him to send an Angel with some. &lt;br /&gt;Are you an Angel?' &lt;br /&gt;The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he &lt;br /&gt;had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward &lt;br /&gt;his car and the tears were streaming down his face. &lt;br /&gt;He knew that Allah (SWT) still answers prayers.. &lt;br /&gt;Allah (SWT) hears our prayers and give hope to those who have already &lt;br /&gt;lost faith considering the situation of most people. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's the simplest things that Allah (SWT) asks us to do, &lt;br /&gt;that enable us to understand His words clearer and better than ever. &lt;br /&gt;SUBHANALLAH! &lt;br /&gt;Please listen, and obey! &lt;br /&gt;It will bless you and others&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-3919074956801348763?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/3919074956801348763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/3919074956801348763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/01/allah-swt-does-listen-to-prayers.html' title='Allah SWT does listen to prayers...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-8517919286837629297</id><published>2010-01-27T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:05:22.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt and Redha...</title><content type='html'>Nobody Can Remove Hurt Except Allah. Even if someone tries to cause you any hurt, stay firm in your belief and remember that no one can cause you any pain if Allah does not desire it for you&lt;br /&gt;"And if Allah touches you with hurt, there is none who can remove it but He; and if He intends any good for you, there is none who can keep back His favour; He brings it to whom He pleases of His servants; And He is the Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful."&lt;br /&gt;- Qur'an, surah Yunus; 10:107&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being married forces you to fine tune those not-so-great-aspects of yourself and strive to be better. Love comes in here too; when you are in a loving relationship (and in love and loved); you have this amazing reservoir of energy within you that allows you to flourish and nurture. It brings out the best in you and makes you strive to be better because someone cares and loves you; and vice versa. It is kind of like how we instinctively react to another's perception of us, when they think well of us and believe in us, we want to do even better; but when they disparage us we will get defensive. Is it any wonder that our beloved prophet (saw) said that marriage is half of faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quran reveals the wickedness in the heart of man, but also reveals the grace and mercy of Allah (swt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reputation is what people may say about you on your tombstone; character is what Allah has written about you in his books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live so that if people get to know you, they will get to know Allah better.Allah will not judge you for what you have done but for what you have refused to do.Give Allah what's right, not what's left.We don't change Allah's message His message changes us.He who kneels before Allah can stand before anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the Prophet (pbuh) was asked, "What person can be the best friend?" "He who helps you remember Allah, and reminds you when you forget Him,."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever gives up something for the sake of Allah, Allah will replace it with something better than it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S1_zqyNShHI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Q4S_HauAnao/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S1_zqyNShHI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Q4S_HauAnao/s320/me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431327591989675122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-8517919286837629297?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/8517919286837629297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/8517919286837629297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/01/hurt-and-redha.html' title='Hurt and Redha...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S1_zqyNShHI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Q4S_HauAnao/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-899242929050871932</id><published>2010-01-27T13:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:02:36.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dreams is not just a DREAM..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S1_T3C5JUsI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6E9gaPs28IE/s1600-h/twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S1_T3C5JUsI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6E9gaPs28IE/s320/twins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431292618254930626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stay happy with the little that you have from Allah, so that He may be happy with the little that you do" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S1_UWfEi3fI/AAAAAAAAAsU/pqGLbwvwN50/s1600-h/yasmin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S1_UWfEi3fI/AAAAAAAAAsU/pqGLbwvwN50/s320/yasmin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431293158394879474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who is not thankful for a small blessing cannot be thankful even for a mountain of gold!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qatadah said: Allah created angels with reason and no desires, animals with desires and no reason, and man with both reason and desires. So if a man's reason is stronger than his desire he is like an angel, and if his desires are stronger than his reason then he is like an animal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S1_WKpYrh6I/AAAAAAAAAsc/1CuA87FdFCw/s1600-h/09092009(025).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S1_WKpYrh6I/AAAAAAAAAsc/1CuA87FdFCw/s320/09092009(025).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431295154028513186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kneel down on your knees or bow down on your elbows before Allah kareem when life gets too hard for you to stand..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-899242929050871932?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/899242929050871932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/899242929050871932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-dreams-is-not-just-dream.html' title='My dreams is not just a DREAM..'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S1_T3C5JUsI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6E9gaPs28IE/s72-c/twins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-4474348039492434657</id><published>2010-01-27T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:35:28.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unquestionable faith</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirahmanirahim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam to all my brothers and sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good Muslim is a person who has strong unquestionable faith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the Unquestionalble faith that i've faced myself is something like a wake up call for me. I was too blind to see the real life which will lead me to Jannah. All these while i've seen a narrow and hard road just to find my happiness. I've forgot the different between LOVE and LUST.Astaghfirullah.. May Allah forgives my parents who have a daughter like me and May Allah forgives me too!!! Ameeenn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am three persons: The person others think I am; the person I think I am; the person Allah knows I am.Too often in prayer we ask for a change in circumstances rather than in our character.Some people are so busy being good they forget they should be doing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never break anyone's heart, for if you break once your's will be broken twice,Never play with someones life,for if you play,your's will be kicked off soon. I always remind myself this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I redha with all the things that happend to me. I have breasts cancer and recovering eventhough some people being so mean to me but its ok..Allah will 'reward' their 'kindness'. I never beg for people symphaty on my sickness. Some of them are being so rude and keep hurting my feeling without any mercy. They knew i had cancer but they still hurt me like nobody business.. One day they will feel the pain that i've suffered. They thought i don't deserve to be happy coz they thought i'm dying. Astaghfirullah.. May Allah forgives them.. insyallah i'm not dying..i told u i'm recovering and insyallah Allah knows i could be live longer then them!! amenn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are bad people.. they play with your heart and life. They put ur life in their hands coz they think that they are GOD!!!They can even read your future!!Amazing kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, May Allah forgives them..one day they will have a family member who has CANCER and they will know how it feel like having CANCER!!!Remember Allah is GREAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad i don't hv to live with this kind of people for the rest of my life!!Alhamdulilah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If happiness were to be found in money or jewellery, you could deprive me of it and take it away from me, but it is nothing over which you or any other person has control. I find happiness in my faith, and my faith is in my heart, and no one has power over it except my creator"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S1-0G6_XScI/AAAAAAAAAsE/BsmkUmkYSlk/s1600-h/cute-love-quotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S1-0G6_XScI/AAAAAAAAAsE/BsmkUmkYSlk/s320/cute-love-quotes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431257706639346114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-4474348039492434657?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4474348039492434657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4474348039492434657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/01/unquestionable-faith.html' title='Unquestionable faith'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S1-0G6_XScI/AAAAAAAAAsE/BsmkUmkYSlk/s72-c/cute-love-quotes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-4431340811679937203</id><published>2010-01-26T15:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:10:17.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allah had saved me...Alhamdulilah...</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirahmanirahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the purpose of living? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking for Jannah and live life for the sake of Allah. That's my answer. and i'm sure each one of us have our own purpose of living in this world. but one thing for sure we are living for the sake of Allah ... that will always be the based of each living creature in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost make a wrong decisions in my life. and i almost drown into the whisper of shaitan. Nauzubillah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah had saved me from doing something that can make me regret for the rest of my life. its not only me but i will dragged the whole family members and friends into Hell..nauzubillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at my sins I find them plenty,But when I recount Allah's favor upon me I find it infinite.I have no hope in my good deeds,I only hope in Allah's mercy.&lt;br /&gt;He is my Guardian, He is my Creator,And I have entrusted myself unto Him as one who is weak and frail.If I am forgiven it is because of His Mercy,And if I am not forgiven, what can I do, what will be my fate?&lt;br /&gt;- Abu Nuwas, Al-Munabbihat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you pray 5 times a day, you should pray with love and fear at the same time because you dont know if it will be the last prayer of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Allah had saved my family from doing the wrong decisions and alhamdulilah for everythings... May Allah bless all of us.. ameenn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-4431340811679937203?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4431340811679937203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4431340811679937203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/01/allah-had-saved-mealhamdulilah.html' title='Allah had saved me...Alhamdulilah...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-5922662584787959062</id><published>2010-01-26T11:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T11:19:49.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love defeats everyone</title><content type='html'>I don't like what you are doing(bad) but I respect for what you are and who you are.You know why?Because may be who you are tomorrow will be better than who I'm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot encourage someone,do not even criticise.If you cannot benefit someone do not even harm him.Sow something better today to reap the best tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When becoming humiliated, remember the Prophet (Peace be upon him) in Ta'if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When being starved, remember the Prophet (Peace be upon him) tying two stones to his stomach in the battle of Khandaq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When becoming angry, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) control of anger on the martyrdom of his beloved Uncle Hamza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When losing a tooth, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) tooth in the battle of Uhud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When bleeding from any part of the body, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) body covered in blood on his return from Ta'if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When feeling lonely, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) seclusion in Mount Hira .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When feeling tired in Salaat, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) blessed feet in Tahajjud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When being prickled with thorns, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) pain from Abu Lahab's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When being troubled by neighbours, remember the old woman who would empty rubbish on the Prophet (Peace be upon him) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When losing a child, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) son, Ibrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When beginning a long journey, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) long journey to Madinah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When going against a Sunnah, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) intercession, (Ummati, Ummati, Ummati) (My Ummah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sacrificing an animal, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) sacrifice of 63 animals for his Ummah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before shaving your beard, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) face rejecting the two beardless Iranians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When falling into an argument with your wife, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) encounter with Aisha and Hafsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When experiencing less food in the house, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) days of poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When experiencing poverty, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) advice to Ashaab-e-Suffa (People of Suffa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When losing a family member, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) departure from this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When becoming an orphan, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) age at six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sponsoring an orphan, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) sponsor for Zaid ibn Haritha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When fearing an enemy, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) saying to Abu Bakr in Mount Thour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever situation you may find yourself in, remember your role model, the best of creation: Prophet Muhammad (Peace be upon him).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-5922662584787959062?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5922662584787959062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Love me, because Allah loves me. (At-Tirmidhi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Messenger of Allah (saas) stated: “When a man loves his brother (for Allah’s sake), let him tell him that he loves him.” (At-Tirmidhi and Sunan Abu Dawud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good conduct is the root of love for one another, and bad conduct is the root of hatred, envy, and enmity. (Imam al-Ghazzali, Ihya’ `Ulum ad-Din)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love of Allah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all love and affections, the primary essential love and the love which is the most unique and highest of all is the indispensable love for Allah (Almighty). This is because Allah (Almighty) has the most unique attributes, thus being the inventor, maker, and creator of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one reflects on what he loves, one finds Allah (Almighty), the Lord of the universe, and His Glory and perfection in everything he loves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love of Allah (Almighty) is the main source of every good deed and beauty. It is the spring of eagerness, pleasure and energy. Having the love of Allah (Almighty), a person becomes a Saint (Veli), a Scholar, and a perfect being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love of Allah (Almighty) makes one a good and better person, child, parent, neighbour, and friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast, without the love of Allah (Almighty), a person remains immature, unlikable, insolent, inconsiderate, rebellious, oppressive, abuseive, hard-hearted, criminal and feels lost in worldly activities subconsciously looking for answers to satisfy their inner-soul elsewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Muslim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the way to spread, cultivate and protect Islam and to have people love Islam can only be achieved through good deeds, patience, love and mercy, NOT stubbornness, fighting and war. A good Muslim is a person who has strong unquestionable faith, who consciously strives for the hereafter, by giving, being patient, merciful, forgiving, is full of love and respect, well-mannered, sweet-tongued, kind and a charitable loving person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These unique qualities must manifest themselves on oneself when one interacts with people. Our beloved Prophet (peace be upon him) once said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no goodness in a person who isolates himself, who cannot get along with anybody, who is not courteous, and who has no sense of friendship." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerity in love because of the words of the one who said: &lt;br /&gt;"You disobey God while you make apparent that you love Him, This, by my life, in analogy is a marvel. If your love were sincere you would obey Him, Truly, the lover towards the one he loves is obedient." And to Allah be attributed the good of the one who said: "She said, and she had asked about the state of her lover, For Allah's sake, describe him and do not omit nor exceed!' I said, 'If he had feared death from thirst, and you had said, "Stop! don't approach the water!" then he would not have approached.'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-6113698671636158670?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6113698671636158670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6113698671636158670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-muslim.html' title='Good Muslim'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-7263766420419242670</id><published>2010-01-18T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:41:54.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your love...</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirahmanirahim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for taking out the previous article about the wedding. i've been warned not to put something too 'personal' like that...someone will get hurt by my article.So i'm sorry..i didn't mean to hurt anyone..it just to express my excitement. and i'm so excited!!! who wouldn't kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..i feel like flying in cloud 9!! its a blessing...Alhamdulilah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've waited, and I've been afraid and I wondered if I'd find someone to share my life. Every day I prayed and every night I searched in every stranger's eyes for some kind of sign. Me and my heart wishin' in the dark tryin' to believe in a sky full of stars. I was waiting for you. A million empty days, too much time and space. Every tear I cried, every lonely night, I was waiting for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being with you. I don't have to work hard to impress anyone… you know all my faults. I can cry in front of you, and you'll just hold me until I stop… or I can laugh so hard I cry… and you'll laugh with me until we're both crying. And it's perfect. How sometimes we don't have to say anything. Just being together is enough. Even though we know everything about each other, we still never run out of things to talk about. You're always there for me, whether to hold me or laugh with me. You've been with me through everything and I can't imagine ever not having you in my life. I love having you in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky to have you. You are by far the best blessing God has ever given me and I'm so happy that he gave you to me to love. Even though I don't deserve all that you are to me and all that you do for me, I want you to know that I am so very grateful for you. I'm so grateful for all the wonderful memories we have shared throughout the years: all the smiles, laughter and even the tears. Loving you has made my life come alive. Some people go through life and never live it: I mean REALLY live it. But I thank God that He let me really live my life to the fullest by giving me you. You light up my world and show me things I never dreamed I'd see. Thank you for all that you do for me and all that you have given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S1QsmlldpVI/AAAAAAAAAr4/AyHQw3jXzZg/s1600-h/beach_romance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S1QsmlldpVI/AAAAAAAAAr4/AyHQw3jXzZg/s320/beach_romance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428012492324185426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-7263766420419242670?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7263766420419242670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7263766420419242670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-love.html' title='Your love...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S1QsmlldpVI/AAAAAAAAAr4/AyHQw3jXzZg/s72-c/beach_romance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-2912248954932481969</id><published>2010-01-11T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:37:59.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can't make me love you if i don't..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0rjUnsznEI/AAAAAAAAAro/Q7vH1TOMlcM/s1600-h/the+kiss.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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0rjUnsznEI/AAAAAAAAAro/Q7vH1TOMlcM/s320/the+kiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425398644514987074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand what happened to us or why you have turned away.Of course you are free to do as you like but first I have something to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it had seemed we could go on forever so close were our hearts and at ease.&lt;br /&gt;So much did we share yet the words never faltered so I thought as time did as it pleased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I did that has made you unhappy or am that is not to your taste Or would be were I to return to your graces Or won't be if I am replaced: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that your friendship is something I treasure, and would not now end.If you would be willing to turn to embrace me you'd find in me still a good friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for you: for who you are...However far away and for the words you send to me near mad for what you say.Knowing simply that you're there..Yet thinking much of me happens up my happiness and undone for all to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVwThgSFBFI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVwThgSFBFI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-2912248954932481969?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2912248954932481969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2912248954932481969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-cant-make-me-love-you-if-i-dont.html' title='you can&apos;t make me love you if i don&apos;t..'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0rjUnsznEI/AAAAAAAAAro/Q7vH1TOMlcM/s72-c/the+kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-5874330105539957151</id><published>2010-01-07T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:49:08.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He loves me Yes, He loves me Not and so it goes on and on...</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirahmanirahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to tell if a man loves u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women may be in a relationship for years and never know the answer to this question. So if longevity of relationship is not a guide as to reciprocal love then what is?&lt;br /&gt;I expect only men can really answer this question, but I suspect that generally men who are ‘in love’ will want to keep a strong hold on their ‘prize’ namely you and thus they will show some sign of wanting a commitment. The commitment could be in the form of engagement, marriage, living together, exchanging rings, or even a tattoo of your name printed across his chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean the notoriously commitment shy men don’t love you? Not necessarily so. It could though mean that they are not quite sure of how they feel and do not fully appreciate just HOW much they love you. This is a common problem for men who spend years with a woman, refusing to commit and then one day they find the woman has packed her bags and moved on. Only then do they seem to realise what they had and what they have now lost and go into over drive trying to get the lost love back. But for the woman, this could be too little too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other signs of ‘love’ might be attentiveness. The man might desire and seek out your company and perhaps lavish you in affection and or gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some women may think faithfulness is a sign of love and that an absence of it is evidence of no love, but I’m not so sure about that one. Sex and love mean very different things for men and women and I know from the male friends I have had who strayed from their partners that they DID love them very much. What makes men unfaithful when they love someone is the topic of another blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy and possessiveness might be indicators of love but again not necessarily so. Sometimes people just don’t like ’sharing’ so jealousy in itself is not a good indicator. Those men who are very possessive and jealous may be so because their own behavior is in question so they assume yours is too, or they could just be reacting to the effects of a past unfaithful partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small clues, which have caught my attention, are lots of eye contact, lots of touchy feely and wanting to remain close at bedtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-5874330105539957151?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5874330105539957151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5874330105539957151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/01/he-loves-me-yes-he-loves-me-not-and-so.html' title='He loves me Yes, He loves me Not and so it goes on and on...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-3591826847597663110</id><published>2010-01-05T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:03:05.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Act of Faith</title><content type='html'>Woman was made from the rib of man,&lt;br /&gt;She was not created from his head to top him, &lt;br /&gt;Nor form his feet to be stepped upon,&lt;br /&gt;She was made from his side to be close to him,&lt;br /&gt;Near his heart to be loved by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything good that happened is because of Allah.&lt;br /&gt;Everything good that is happening is because of Allah.&lt;br /&gt;Everything good that will happen will be also because of Allah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you lost that makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;What have you brought,that you have finished?&lt;br /&gt;What have you created,that has faded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you had to give you have given it here;&lt;br /&gt;What ever you had to take you had send it already ahead;&lt;br /&gt;What is yours today,was someonelse yesterday and will be someone else tommorow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may never see tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;There is no written guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;And things happened yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Belongs to history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot predict the future,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot change the past.&lt;br /&gt;I have just the present moment&lt;br /&gt;I must treat it as my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must use this moment wisely&lt;br /&gt;For it soon it will pass away.&lt;br /&gt;And be lost forever&lt;br /&gt;As a part of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must exercise compassion,&lt;br /&gt;Help the fallen to their feet.&lt;br /&gt;Be a friend unto the friendless&lt;br /&gt;Make an empty life complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unkind things I do today&lt;br /&gt;May never be undone.&lt;br /&gt;And friendships that I fail to win&lt;br /&gt;May nevermore be won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have another chance&lt;br /&gt;On bended knees to pray.&lt;br /&gt;And thank Allah with a humble heart&lt;br /&gt;For giving me this day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-3591826847597663110?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/3591826847597663110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/3591826847597663110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/01/act-of-faith.html' title='An Act of Faith'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-6164300320580019185</id><published>2010-01-04T14:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:37:50.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever dear in my heart....</title><content type='html'>The beautiful faces some of my friends in the industry ... Love you guys so mucchh!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GJVN7IyOI/AAAAAAAAAqI/y5Mdz8eIUTU/s1600-h/30072009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GJVN7IyOI/AAAAAAAAAqI/y5Mdz8eIUTU/s320/30072009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422766423938746594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GJvSOaZCI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/J7W_8HvOR70/s1600-h/18022009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GJvSOaZCI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/J7W_8HvOR70/s320/18022009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422766871769932834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GKAooaMbI/AAAAAAAAAqY/WOs8-lK8mJU/s1600-h/31052009(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GKAooaMbI/AAAAAAAAAqY/WOs8-lK8mJU/s320/31052009(009).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422767169842327986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GKST6HSWI/AAAAAAAAAqg/_rsPEYJbgu8/s1600-h/DSC00581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GKST6HSWI/AAAAAAAAAqg/_rsPEYJbgu8/s320/DSC00581.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422767473517087074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GKdDcvbPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/CuI65o1bPgk/s1600-h/DSC00642.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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GKdDcvbPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/CuI65o1bPgk/s320/DSC00642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422767658077482226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GKkUyvKSI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ZM1StrNz4pI/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GKkUyvKSI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ZM1StrNz4pI/s320/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422767782992226594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GKrYYK8yI/AAAAAAAAAq4/OJMFBtlcLxk/s1600-h/DSC00641.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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GKrYYK8yI/AAAAAAAAAq4/OJMFBtlcLxk/s320/DSC00641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422767904213627682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GLMFQXXGI/AAAAAAAAArA/AXFKzawMcI4/s1600-h/02102009(005).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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GLMFQXXGI/AAAAAAAAArA/AXFKzawMcI4/s320/02102009(005).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422768466016296034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GLjCw7XbI/AAAAAAAAArI/4bGprQ2cRYk/s1600-h/02102009.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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GLjCw7XbI/AAAAAAAAArI/4bGprQ2cRYk/s320/02102009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422768860484558258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GL9OtNC5I/AAAAAAAAArQ/NwHYEXICIcM/s1600-h/02102009(004).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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GL9OtNC5I/AAAAAAAAArQ/NwHYEXICIcM/s320/02102009(004).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422769310366763922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GMQ2Q1dsI/AAAAAAAAArY/XBRG5HgRYXc/s1600-h/farah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GMQ2Q1dsI/AAAAAAAAArY/XBRG5HgRYXc/s320/farah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422769647402710722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GMdOnowfI/AAAAAAAAArg/6rgy2TbEmxA/s1600-h/vernon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GMdOnowfI/AAAAAAAAArg/6rgy2TbEmxA/s320/vernon.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422769860099228146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-6164300320580019185?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6164300320580019185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6164300320580019185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/01/forever-dear-in-my-heart.html' title='Forever dear in my heart....'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0GJVN7IyOI/AAAAAAAAAqI/y5Mdz8eIUTU/s72-c/30072009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-6880590002994614201</id><published>2010-01-04T11:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:57:40.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2010!! All its full of LOVE!!!</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirahmanirahim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year to my gentle readers!!! Hope u guys hv a sweet new year celebrations eh... Myself? Alhamdulilah..i've got back the person i loved the most!! I thot i was gonna lost him this year...i thot i'll never see him again...but Allah is Great...He knew we are meant for each other and He knew no matter what happend He ALWAYS brought us together...He's my souldmate!!That's all i can say!! Insyallah..this year gonna changed my life tremendously...just wait and see laa ehh... insyallah i will share with my readers... hehehhehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has left me with a lot of joy and loves..thank you for all the loves ... syukur Alhamdulilah..being surrounding with a lot of people who loves me and its a blessing to be loved by them. I love you... and you know who you are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's are some lovely faces with full of loves in 2009!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Angels - Adam &amp; Yasmin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0FheBaljuI/AAAAAAAAApI/obK_Xmm-DTU/s1600-h/Yasmin+%26+Adam+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0FheBaljuI/AAAAAAAAApI/obK_Xmm-DTU/s320/Yasmin+%26+Adam+2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422722594734706402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins in S'pore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0Fh6qeCfwI/AAAAAAAAApQ/-JEvvGJjAwU/s1600-h/ipah13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0Fh6qeCfwI/AAAAAAAAApQ/-JEvvGJjAwU/s320/ipah13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422723086791376642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gorjes SMUT girls - our 1st Reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0FiJKIm2PI/AAAAAAAAApY/NZcrqPxFPss/s1600-h/reunion+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0FiJKIm2PI/AAAAAAAAApY/NZcrqPxFPss/s320/reunion+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422723335809587442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister Dalilah - we met right infront of Kaabah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0FjB4Kn6mI/AAAAAAAAApg/8qZIrHIgIQQ/s1600-h/20092009(019).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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0FjB4Kn6mI/AAAAAAAAApg/8qZIrHIgIQQ/s320/20092009(019).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422724310238751330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Umrah in Ramadan that i will never ever forget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0FjbgM-rlI/AAAAAAAAApo/I0aHFXq0ZZg/s1600-h/19092009(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0FjbgM-rlI/AAAAAAAAApo/I0aHFXq0ZZg/s320/19092009(006).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422724750482779730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bounty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0Fj4h_W_lI/AAAAAAAAApw/gvsk6919CQo/s1600-h/13122009(114).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0Fj4h_W_lI/AAAAAAAAApw/gvsk6919CQo/s320/13122009(114).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422725249178730066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another S'porean Cuzzin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0FlFn4yj4I/AAAAAAAAAp4/SSTUu7OdqeA/s1600-h/13122009(116).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0FlFn4yj4I/AAAAAAAAAp4/SSTUu7OdqeA/s320/13122009(116).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422726573611716482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Soul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0FmBbSgs7I/AAAAAAAAAqA/dqZXa6Bdnww/s1600-h/abed4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0FmBbSgs7I/AAAAAAAAAqA/dqZXa6Bdnww/s320/abed4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422727601022088114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I find happiness in my faith, and my faith is in my heart, and no one has power over it except my creator"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-6880590002994614201?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6880590002994614201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6880590002994614201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-2010-all-its-full-of-love.html' title='Welcome 2010!! All its full of LOVE!!!'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/S0FheBaljuI/AAAAAAAAApI/obK_Xmm-DTU/s72-c/Yasmin+%26+Adam+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-4922324168960226203</id><published>2009-12-31T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:36:41.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta dari Khalil Gibran...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Szw1SMWM2NI/AAAAAAAAApA/psAvdrTRTc0/s1600-h/ipah+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 85px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Szw1SMWM2NI/AAAAAAAAApA/psAvdrTRTc0/s320/ipah+7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421266638115494098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismillahirahmanirahim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlalu banyak cinta yang hilang di dalam hidup ku dan juga teman2 ku. Kita hanya merancang dan Allah yang menentukannya.. Terbaru ku terima dari seorang teman dari seberang...selama ini aku yakin dia telah menemui bahagia setelah menderita akibat cinta...2 tahun melayari bahtera kebahagian namun terhempas juga di pukul badai sengketa..Ya Allah...seharian aku menangis mengenangkan kisah melankoliknya...its so heartbreaking.Aku doakan dia tabah menghadapi segala ujian ini..mungkin Allah ingin mengangkat darjatnya disisi NYA....ameen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melihat akan kesedihan teman2 disekelilingku aku merasa seakan2 berada di ruang yang vakum...ruangan yang membuat ku merasa kebas seluruh badan...aku tak dapat merasa kesedihan diorg kali ni kerana mungkinkah kerana kebahagiaanku? Alhamdulilah..aku bahagia...alhamdulilah..Allah kurniakan cinta yang membahagiakan...semoga ia kekal hingga ke akhir nafas ku....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai teman2 ku yang sedang di dalam kesedihan...keperitan jiwa yang tiada kata2 bisa terucap..hanya doa kan kata2 semangat yang dapat ku bekalkan untuk memujuk hatimu yang duka..berat mata memandang berat lagi bahu yang menanggung derita di jiwa..puisi Cinta dari khalil gibran adalah pemujuk hati. Insyallah ia akan merawat duka walaupun hanya seketika.... semoga kau terus tabah teman2 ku....i'm here for you....*hugs &amp; kisses* *cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapa kita menutup mata ketika kita tidur?&lt;br /&gt;ketika kita menangis?&lt;br /&gt;ketika kita membayangkan?&lt;br /&gt;itu karena hal terindah di dunia tdk terlihat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketika kita menemukan seseorang yang&lt;br /&gt;keunikannya sejalan dengan kita, kita bergabung&lt;br /&gt;dengannya dan jatuh ke dalam suatu keanehan&lt;br /&gt;serupa yang dinamakan cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada hal2 yang tidak ingin kita lepaskan,&lt;br /&gt;seseorang yang tidak ingin kita tinggalkan,&lt;br /&gt;tapi melepaskan bukan akhir dari dunia,&lt;br /&gt;melainkan suatu awal kehidupan baru,&lt;br /&gt;kebahagiaan ada untuk mereka yang tersakiti,&lt;br /&gt;mereka yang telah dan tengah mencari dan&lt;br /&gt;mereka yang telah mencoba.&lt;br /&gt;karena merekalah yang bisa menghargai betapa&lt;br /&gt;pentingnya orang yang telah menyentuh kehidupan&lt;br /&gt;mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta yang sebenarnya adalah ketika kamu&lt;br /&gt;menitikan air mata dan masih peduli terhadapnya,&lt;br /&gt;adalah ketika dia tidak memperdulikanmu dan&lt;br /&gt;kamu masih menunggunya dengan setia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adalah ketika di mulai mencintai orang lain dan&lt;br /&gt;kamu masih bisa tersenyum dan berkata&lt;br /&gt;” aku turut berbahagia untukmu ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila cinta tidak bertemu bebaskan dirimu,&lt;br /&gt;biarkan hatimu kembalike alam bebas lagi.&lt;br /&gt;kau mungkin menyadari, bahwa kamu menemukan&lt;br /&gt;cinta dan kehilangannya, tapi ketika cinta itu mati&lt;br /&gt;kamu tidak perlu mati bersama cinta itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang bahagia bukanlah mereka yang selalu&lt;br /&gt;mendapatkan keinginannya, melainkan mereka&lt;br /&gt;yang tetap bangkit ketika mereka jatuh, entah&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana dalam perjalanan kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;kamu belajar lebih banyak tentang dirimu sendiri&lt;br /&gt;dan menyadari bahwa penyesalan tidak&lt;br /&gt;seharusnya ada, cintamu akan tetap di hatinya&lt;br /&gt;sebagai penghargaan abadi atas pilihan2 hidup&lt;br /&gt;yang telah kau buat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teman sejati, mengerti ketika kamu berkata ” aku&lt;br /&gt;lupa ….”&lt;br /&gt;menunggu selamanya ketika kamu berkata ”&lt;br /&gt;tunggu sebentar ”&lt;br /&gt;tetap tinggal ketika kamu berkata ” tinggalkan aku&lt;br /&gt;sendiri ”&lt;br /&gt;mebuka pintu meski kamu belum mengetuk dan&lt;br /&gt;belum berkata ” bolehkah saya masuk ? ”&lt;br /&gt;mencintai juga bukanlah bagaimana kamu&lt;br /&gt;melupakan dia bila ia berbuat kesalahan,&lt;br /&gt;melainkan bagaimana kamu memaafkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukanlah bagaimana kamu mendengarkan,&lt;br /&gt;melainkan bagaimana kamu mengerti.&lt;br /&gt;bukanlah apa yang kamu lihat, melainkan apa&lt;br /&gt;yang kamu rasa,&lt;br /&gt;bukanlah bagaimana kamu melepaskan melainkan&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana kamu bertahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin akan tiba saatnya di mana kamu harus&lt;br /&gt;berhenti mencintai seseorang, bukan karena orang&lt;br /&gt;itu berhenti mencintai kita melainkan karena kita&lt;br /&gt;menyadari bahwa orang iu akan lebih berbahagia&lt;br /&gt;apabila kita melepaskannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadangkala, orang yang paling mencintaimu adalah&lt;br /&gt;orang yang tak pernah menyatakan cinta&lt;br /&gt;kepadamu, karena takut kau berpaling dan&lt;br /&gt;memberi jarak, dan bila suatu saat pergi, kau akan&lt;br /&gt;menyadari bahwa dia adalah cinta yang tak kau&lt;br /&gt;sadari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iN3lFC5nSZE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iN3lFC5nSZE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Szw1SMWM2NI/AAAAAAAAApA/psAvdrTRTc0/s72-c/ipah+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-674206814916836766</id><published>2009-12-30T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:43:16.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 is better than 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5mXK9psBITw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5mXK9psBITw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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nothing in return..</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirahmanirrahim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, I was sitting with a friend discussing her recent engagement. My friend and her boyfriend had been dating for some time, and even though it was clear they were meant for each other, their long courtship had been filled with break-ups and reunions. I remember looking at her pointedly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to ask you a question," I said. "First of all, I think it's great that you and Fazli are getting married. But I was wondering: how do you know that you want to spend the rest of your life with him? How do you know you'll love him forever?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her answer surprised me: "Well," she smiled, "I know some people were surprised when we actually went ahead and got engaged, considering how rocky our relationship must seem. But the truth is, frankly, I don't think love is an emotion. Love is a decision. And I know I want to commit myself to deciding to love him every day, for the rest of my life. And he feels the same about me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my twenty-something-year-old self thought her answer was highly unromantic. But as I've gotten older, I've realized she's right: love isn't just that exhilarating rush you get when someone walks into the room. It's is also the decision to consciously love, even when the going gets a bit rough. It's the decision to do something nice for someone when they least expect it, and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming into 2010, I'm thankful that I remembered this conversation I had with my friend so long ago. I think, for this coming 2010, I'm going to make the decision to love someone every day and try to do something unexpectedly kind for someone I love, whether it's a family member, or a friend, or a stranger or even a charity whose work I admire. If you're so inclined, I challenge you to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the most important people in my life for now.... my lovely family!! i would sold my soul just to be with them!!! Love you guys till my last breath..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SzlqdYVwjZI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0i2LuFWXA3I/s1600-h/100_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SzlqdYVwjZI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0i2LuFWXA3I/s320/100_1580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420480679499566482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SzlqsE01nwI/AAAAAAAAAog/ANbCIzgkO7E/s1600-h/01032008(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SzlqsE01nwI/AAAAAAAAAog/ANbCIzgkO7E/s320/01032008(013).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420480931959250690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Szlqz428AhI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Mtsy5N4zSnU/s1600-h/100_1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Szlqz428AhI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Mtsy5N4zSnU/s320/100_1698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420481066185785874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SzlrmyYS22I/AAAAAAAAAow/gLNjUJLrT88/s1600-h/25122009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SzlrmyYS22I/AAAAAAAAAow/gLNjUJLrT88/s320/25122009(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420481940619975522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTxnqUhhlIY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTxnqUhhlIY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-1034612786776324805?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1034612786776324805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1034612786776324805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-2010least-expect-it-and-expect.html' title='My 2010....least expect it, and expect nothing in return..'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SzlqdYVwjZI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0i2LuFWXA3I/s72-c/100_1580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-6283687124473903611</id><published>2009-12-22T10:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:49:44.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family day out and the preparations...</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirahmanirrahim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a very tiring weekends...Alhamdulilah... its all worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday check in for my S'porean uncle, aunties and beautiful cousin Faezah at Bukit Bintang. I didn't realize that Bukit Bintang has a lot of nice budget hotel... should inform habibi about this good news..so senang to go to Tarbush!!! hahahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...on Friday tu terus ke Masjid India...cari bunga telur, tempat letak hantaran and also berkat utk guest. Penat seyy!!! satu masjid india kita tawaf...hahahahaa...but Alhamdulilah..semua dapat di cari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday pergi rumah Obeq Salleh pat Puncak Alam....Ya Allah jauh nyeerrr....tp sib baik ada driver kesayangan....Thank you darling!!Di puncak alam kitaorang makan..makan dan makan lagi...hahahahahaaa...Sedap betul Obeq Salleh masak!!! Tapi sampai skrg aku tak boleh recall ikan apa yg dia goreng!! Lauk kari ikan kurau, lauk bening and sambal tumis petai udang or udang petai...ntah laa macam mana nak sebut tp aku tak makan pedas kan so buat bodo je laa...aku makan lauk being dgn ikan goreng yang sedap tu..Ya Allah...apa nama ikan tu eehh... iisskk...makan tau tapi nama ikan tak tau... hahahahaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dari Puncak Alam kita ke Puchong Prima...hujan lebat sepanjang perjalanan dan Alhamdulilah semua selamat sampai Puchong at 3pm..aku pun terus ke bilik solat Zohor and then baring2 kejap...kesian darling aku kene pergi beli vade and goreng cempedak!!! Tak pe laa dia suka kene suruh...aku pun terlelap....sampailah cousin aku kejutkan aku nak tumpang solat Asar kat bilik..then aku turun bawah tgk darling tgh solat kat bilik bawah...Umi marah aku sebab dia kata tak baik aku tinggalkan dia kat bawah...hahahahaa....Ya Allah...Abi kan ada apa dia tak blh berbual ke dgn Abi and the rest? hhmm...tak kan nak berkepit jee? rimas seeyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam hantar darling balik to his hotel and sempat jugak cakap pasal berkat guest yang kita kene collect kat Semua House...yes darling i remember that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday plakk pagi2 buta kita dah bangun...hantar adik aku ke ERL coz aku tak sanggup nak hantar ke KLIA...hahahahaa... and then kita siap ke wedding di Bukit Jelutong!! Ya Allah...we hv to go thru the same road again!!!!tapi tak jauh mcm Puncak Alam laa kan..tepat kul 12 tengahari kita sampai kat Dewan Guthrie...Alhamdulilah...makan makan..and makan then terus ke bukit bintang plakk...amik org S'pore coz nak bawak diorg ke Kelana Jaya...kesian darling aku keletihan tp nak buat mcm mana ... family day kan... nak sgt jadi family aku and now kenelah aku bawak ke sana sini...Alhamdulilah...he's happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepak kat Jasmine Tower sampai petang...dari makan Tomyam yang sedap tuu hinggalah ke keropok belinjau....terkulat2 muka darling bila makan keropok belinjau..hahahahaa...lupa nak bilang...keropok tu pahit sket!!! hahahahahahahah...Umi marah aku coz buli dia....aku tak buli laaa aku lupa nak bilang ajaaa... hahahahaha... sorry laaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hantar Umi n Abi balik Puchong lepas tu kita keluar lepak kat Pampas di Bukit Bintang...nice place and aku dah booked for new year eve dinner kat situ. Insyallah we gonna  hv a nice dinner together on the eve of my birthday!!!Just the 2 of us!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepak kat Pampas till 1130 then kene balik laa coz aku keje besok!!! tak faham2 ke? dia tak nak balik tp aku nak balik...hahahahaa...so drama kan? but he had to let me go that night. kata dia awal sgt aku nak balik...Ya Allah...aku keje laa besok!!! sabor je laa eekk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, malas nak layan drama king tu aku hantar dia kat hotel and terus balik puchong...sampai rumah...Abi dah tunggu kat depan pintu..tgk jam...sib baik belum kul 1pgi...hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, overall...we do have a nice weekend with our families!!! Alhamdulilah... Alhamdulilah...Alhamdulilah...We been blessed!!! Alhamdulilah...i love my family!!and i love you more!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_--ew8zagM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_--ew8zagM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-6283687124473903611?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6283687124473903611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6283687124473903611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-day-out-and-preparations.html' title='Family day out and the preparations...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-5991914173991116544</id><published>2009-12-17T12:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:34:59.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasbih Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sym0pqHXIbI/AAAAAAAAAoI/h6HZJZps9xM/s1600-h/03122009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sym0pqHXIbI/AAAAAAAAAoI/h6HZJZps9xM/s320/03122009(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416058654662533554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasbih Julia, boleh di buat bracelet, anda boleh berzikir tak kira di mana saja anda berada.Cuma RM10 satu, boleh dijadikan sebagai berkat di majlis perkahwinan, berkhatan, cukur jambul, seminar, cenderhati korporat dan sewaktu dgnnya.Sedia menerima tempahan tanpa had minimum.Sila hubungi saya di 0169174750 jika berminat.Sesungguhnya Zikir itu merawat kehidupan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-5991914173991116544?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5991914173991116544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/5991914173991116544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/12/tasbih-julia_17.html' title='Tasbih Julia'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sym0pqHXIbI/AAAAAAAAAoI/h6HZJZps9xM/s72-c/03122009(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-2885428735421155683</id><published>2009-12-16T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:05:44.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where you are...</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirahmanirrahim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have found a place into which I fit perfectly, safely, and securely with no doubts, fears, sadness, or tears. This place is filled with happiness and laughter, yet it is spacious enough to allow me the freedom to move around, to live my life, and to be myself. This wonderful place, which I never believed really existed, I have found finally in your arms, in your heart, in your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you' means that I accept you for the person that you are and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I do not expect perfection from you-just as you do not expect it from me. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you when you're in a bad mood or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you're down-not just when you're fun to be with. 'I love you' means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them-asking in return only that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping that you feel the same way for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of who I am, I mean the best parts, are what you gave me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for saving me from these sickness....kemo never been an easier things to do. Thanks for reading the Yassin and Quran for me ...my tears flows like a river in every verses from your sweet lips...i know you feel the pain too...i heard your sad voice controling your tears...each verses u read had comfort my pain..and slowly ease my pain away... O Allah ... i love his man..Bless him with all the joy and happiness in his life with or without me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remember that moment and i truly believe that you really love me that much..and i love you too if you only knew. Alhamdulilah..i never wanted anything else than being with you till the rest of my life..insyallah..i hope i can grow old with you..and i hope i love you all my life...ameeenn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jOL5GwruCw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jOL5GwruCw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-2885428735421155683?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2885428735421155683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2885428735421155683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-you-are.html' title='Where you are...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-4342960124189104972</id><published>2009-12-14T15:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:28:56.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SyXnV7AahBI/AAAAAAAAAno/aerjNeHr9Pw/s1600-h/ipah+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SyXnV7AahBI/AAAAAAAAAno/aerjNeHr9Pw/s320/ipah+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414988490785588242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismillahirrahmanirahim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah....pls bless this family...pls fills their life with full of loves, health and rezki...ameeenn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual any wedding in S'pore is the best and memoriable wedding!! Ya Allah...so happy to see everybody!!! Alhamdulilah and i feel so blessed to be part of these family...May Allah bless all of us...ameennn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SyXo4w2s6vI/AAAAAAAAAnw/yxHZsKR9hyQ/s1600-h/ipah+2.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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SyXo4w2s6vI/AAAAAAAAAnw/yxHZsKR9hyQ/s320/ipah+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414990188867545842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SyXpAX3LiyI/AAAAAAAAAn4/QEL5Mxi21aQ/s1600-h/ipah+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SyXpAX3LiyI/AAAAAAAAAn4/QEL5Mxi21aQ/s320/ipah+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414990319597620002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SyXpJKFSxLI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1K6_DRmRFvs/s1600-h/ipah+4.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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SyXpJKFSxLI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1K6_DRmRFvs/s320/ipah+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414990470517540018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-4342960124189104972?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4342960124189104972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4342960124189104972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/12/wedding.html' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SyXnV7AahBI/AAAAAAAAAno/aerjNeHr9Pw/s72-c/ipah+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-6782413629248100691</id><published>2009-12-08T13:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:25:34.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love now not Then...</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirahmanirrahim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sitting looking at me the other night with a strange look on his face. I asked what was wrong. He said he was so in love with me and he`d never felt this way about anyone before. He had tears in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves me more than anything now and says it feels completely different, in a good way! Our relationship is so much better than there's ever was. I'm his future now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't beat myself up over something i cant control or change. There was a reason why their relationship ended and he's with me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most guys i will meet from this age onwards will have some sort of a past and i'll have to expect it. So concentrate on my relationship now and make it better than it ever was with his ex. There's no point in dwelling, it will only make me bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to feel the same thing but looking back I find that this is actually a pretty silly thought. Everyone has his past, and everyone is trying to move on from the past.So quit acting miserable. It's not doing you any good and you're ruining the day for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a new love makes us nervous, we need to remind ourselves that the past is gone. This is a brand new person. Just keep relaxing about the past and focusing in the present until you reach the here and now. Also, remember that when you are embarking on something new, some fear is natural. Just don't let fear run your life -- or keep you from loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't set too much hope in the future. Remember, this is the future, right now. Learn to depend on what you can do to fill your life with love in the here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now, not then. Our lives are now, not then. And above all, love is now, and not then. Therefore, instead of worrying about the past, and instead of hoping for a bright future, let us give our full attention to the here and now. And let love rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YBH8eQTzmZ4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YBH8eQTzmZ4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sx3grMoJPfI/AAAAAAAAAnc/4nDcJFQlVvM/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sx3grMoJPfI/AAAAAAAAAnc/4nDcJFQlVvM/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412729359897804274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-6782413629248100691?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6782413629248100691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6782413629248100691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-now-not-then.html' title='Love now not Then...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sx3grMoJPfI/AAAAAAAAAnc/4nDcJFQlVvM/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-1368294754536360026</id><published>2009-12-08T11:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:59:55.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The secret that we know inside us..</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirahim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People feel good around positive people. He may have broke your heart or she may be the scariest of all witches, but it is up to you if you want to move on or get back with that significant other. Start assuming responsibility and acknowledge that you were part of the relationship also and there are lots of reasons why people break up. Having ALL the reason is a recipe for unhealthy relationships and solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you would like to meet a new person or just get back with your ex, you should stop complaining and start doing something about . By complaining about your ex, you will surely scare out new prospects and most people are not interested in other peoples' problems, they have too much with their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakup was not probably your fault, but who cares? You want to fix your broken heart and do it now! So start by giving yourself some love and recognition. Go to a spa and get your hair done, because it is not easy to leave the role of a victim. Stop acting needy and go do your homework, the world is full of opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for opportunities in ALL aspects of your life, be thankful and receptive to what life has to offer you. You will notice that establishing a new relationship and fix a broken heart is not hard after all, it just takes a little effort of your part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One important thing is confidence, without it, long term relationships tend to fail. By trusting in yourself you learn to trust people and that leads to successful, long-term relationships. Have a look at yourself in the mirror, what do you see? Learn to trust in yourself and people will follow in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret that we know inside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when people lie about the truth, we still know its inside us and we can't run away. In many times this ligth talk with us(like inside us), but we still pretend not to listen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-sgEdQED-W8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-sgEdQED-W8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tale to tell&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well&lt;br /&gt;I was not ready for the fall&lt;br /&gt;Too blind to see the writing on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can tell a thousand lies&lt;br /&gt;I've learned my lesson well&lt;br /&gt;Hope I live to tell&lt;br /&gt;The secret I have learned, 'till then&lt;br /&gt;It will burn inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where beauty lives&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it once, I know the warm she gives&lt;br /&gt;The light that you could never see&lt;br /&gt;It shines inside, you can't take that from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is never far behind&lt;br /&gt;You kept it hidden well&lt;br /&gt;If I live to tell&lt;br /&gt;The secret I knew then&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have the chance again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ran away, I'd never have the strength&lt;br /&gt;To go very far&lt;br /&gt;How could they hear the beating of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Will it grow cold&lt;br /&gt;The secret that I hide, will I grow old&lt;br /&gt;How would they hear&lt;br /&gt;When would they learn&lt;br /&gt;How would they know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sx3PFTGLMQI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Rj4xaY4QTTE/s1600-h/abed4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sx3PFTGLMQI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Rj4xaY4QTTE/s320/abed4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412710017101672706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-1368294754536360026?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1368294754536360026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1368294754536360026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/12/secret-that-we-know-inside-us.html' title='The secret that we know inside us..'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sx3PFTGLMQI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Rj4xaY4QTTE/s72-c/abed4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-1857596765173354825</id><published>2009-12-07T17:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:05:48.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akulah Sang Mantan...</title><content type='html'>...hold me tight and we will run together in search of the dream,the dream that we shared Just U &amp; Me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan terlalu mengharap...itu pesan Umi ku..tak pernah aku hiraukan.7 tahun aku menunggu dia, semata2 kerana nak mendapat restu orang tuanya. 7 tahun beb!! kalau ada anak dah sekolah dah. Tapi cinta punya pasal kita bersabar sambil tu kita bina masa depan bersama. Alhamdulilah...kedudukan ekonomi semakin kuat tapi restu keluarga masih lagi hampa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan nak mengungkit cerita lama tapi aku nak jadikan sebagai peringatan untuk semua dan juga diri sendiri. Walaubagaimana sayang sekalipun kita pada dia jangan sekali2 kita meletakkan harapan yang terlalu tinggi...kita hanya merancang tapi Allah yang menentukan....bila kita tak dapat apa yang kita idamkan kita akan kecewa dan akan mencari kesalahan orang lain..orang lain akan kita persalahkan diatas perpisahan kita...tapi kita lupa bahawa..ini adalah takdir kita...mungkin ada hikmah disebalik perpisahan ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak salah untuk bersedih atau menangis...that's human but don't get carried away. Kalau kita rasa kitalah manusia paling malang dalam dunia percintaan ini mungkin ada lagi manusia yang lebih malang daripada kita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu aku pernah bertunang tapi lagi 2 bulan kami nak nikah tunang aku kene tangkap basah dengan budak bawah umur so nak tak nak dah gatal sangat dia kawin juga dgn budak tu..dan tunang aku ni memang baran orang nyer aku dengar dia selalu belasah isteri dia sampai keguguran..so now aku rasa bernasib baik kita putus tunang. Kalau tak aku teruk kene belasah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then aku bercinta sampai 7 tahun dengan seseorang dan perhubungan kami tak dapat restu keluarga dan akhirnya bf aku meninggal dunia dlm kemalangan jalan raya...kalau kami kawin aku akan jadi balu sekarang ni...Ya Allah...setiap yang berlaku itu ada hikmah yang kita tak tau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas tu aku makin berhati2..kerana aku harus berfikiran terbuka..sekiranya yang datang ini adalah jodoh aku , aku terima ...kalau tak aku redha!! Ya Redha!! memang senang nak cakap tapi sukar utk dilakukan dengan ikhlas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susah nak lepaskan orang yang kita sayang tapi nak buat mcm mana...setelah apa yang aku lalui aku harus telan segala pahit.Aku berharap cinta yang tulus dari Allah swt. Aku berdoa siang dan malam agar Allah temukan pemilik tulang rusuk ku ini...Ameenn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini aku bahagia dengan cinta dari keluarga dan sahabat baik ku..Tiada yang dapat ditukar ganti dengan kasih sayang diorg Alhamdulilah... aku amat menyayangi diorg...Buang kisah sedih, perbaiki akhlak diri, penampilan diri, say nice thing to others, sedekah dengan senyuman, baca 1 page Al quran tiap2 selepas solat fardhu dan hargai kasih sayang orang disekeliling kita..insyallah..hidup akan lebih bermakna.Rancang percutian, discovered your hidden talent, sing our heart out at Red box!!! hahahahahaaa, spend 2 hours a day watching comedy movies and laugh ur heart out!!..believe me!!! its all worth it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Lagu ni tak de kene mengena dengan yang hidup atau yg telah meninggal dunia. :P i just missed the singer!! Ya Ampun!! suaranya geren!! moga2 2010 ni Nidji datang ke Suria lagikkk!!!! Enjoy the song with an open heart!!! wasalam!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4m-HXEtN9us&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4m-HXEtN9us&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-1857596765173354825?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1857596765173354825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1857596765173354825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/12/akulah-sang-mantan.html' title='Akulah Sang Mantan...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-2047256327983871631</id><published>2009-12-07T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:20:47.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxyBRsuSHzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/gMprxLgrlyY/s1600-h/ameen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxyBRsuSHzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/gMprxLgrlyY/s320/ameen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412342993255538482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what he made for me...so sweet kan? I love him too!! The only person who loves me so much and understand me after my family...Hope this love is forever. Ameenn..insyallah...May Allah Bless all our families...ameenn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I ask Allaah) that He makes you from those (people) that, when given are thankful; and when tested, are patient; and when they sin, they repent. And verily these three are the keys to happiness--Muhammad ibn Abdul Wahhaab &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt True Love an act of faith? Yes it is.Remember who ever is of little faith is of little Love.~Hamid &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are far away from me right now but...distance can't separate Hearts.Thats why I know we(friends in faith)are thinking of each Other in a very Special way !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-2047256327983871631?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2047256327983871631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2047256327983871631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/12/real-love.html' title='Real Love...'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxyBRsuSHzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/gMprxLgrlyY/s72-c/ameen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-6887284703299958861</id><published>2009-12-04T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:25:12.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qhalas!!!Qhalas!!</title><content type='html'>Learn silence as you have learned speech. Speech will guide you and silence will protect you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God brings you to it, &lt;br /&gt;He will bring you through it. &lt;br /&gt;In Happy moments, praise God. &lt;br /&gt;In Difficult moments, seek God. &lt;br /&gt;In Quiet moments, worship God. &lt;br /&gt;In Painful moments, trust God. &lt;br /&gt;In Every moment, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supplication for eyes that tear.... &lt;br /&gt;Sayyiduna Abdullah Ibn Umar (RA) narrates that the Holy Prophet (PBUH) used to make the following Du'a: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh Allah, grant me such eyes that weep profusely, curing the hardheartedness of the heart with the excessive flow of tears that are shed due to Your fear, prior to that time, when the tears will become blood and the teeth like coals.' (Jamius sagheer). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is destined will reach you, even if it be underneath two mountains. What is not destined, will not reach you, even if it be between your two lips!" — An Arabic proverb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-6887284703299958861?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6887284703299958861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6887284703299958861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/12/qhalasqhalas.html' title='Qhalas!!!Qhalas!!'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-1116942293670049986</id><published>2009-12-04T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:58:35.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasbih Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sxik7OpbBZI/AAAAAAAAAms/7RzMDopVDco/s1600-h/03122009(001).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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sxik7OpbBZI/AAAAAAAAAms/7RzMDopVDco/s320/03122009(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411256289736721810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasbih Julia, boleh di buat bracelet, anda boleh berzikir tak kira di mana saja anda berada.Cuma RM15 satu, boleh dijadikan sebagai berkat di majlis perkahwinan, berkhatan, cukur jambul, seminar, cenderhati korporat dan sewaktu dgnnya.Sedia menerima tempahan tanpa had minimum.Sila hubungi saya di 0169174750 jika berminat.Sesungguhnya Zikir itu merawat kehidupan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-1116942293670049986?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1116942293670049986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1116942293670049986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/12/tasbih-julia_7651.html' title='Tasbih Julia'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sxik7OpbBZI/AAAAAAAAAms/7RzMDopVDco/s72-c/03122009(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-7048800118934093863</id><published>2009-12-04T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:00:52.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diam ku bukan BODOH!!! Repent!!!</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repent!! The best word for you!! Stop blaming other people if you are not happy with your life.Say what u meant and meant what you said!!Friendship is impossible with a liar.Pride blocks progress and damages greatness!!Boasting issues from small minds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadis-hadis Rasullullah mengenai kelebihan diam yang bermaksud : “Barangsiapa yang banyak perkataannya, niscaya banyaklah salahnya. Barangsiapa yang banyak salahnya, niscaya banyaklah dosanya. Dan barangsiapa yang banyak dosanya, niscaya neraka lebih utama baginya”(Riwayat Abu Naim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Penyakit hati yang Allah maksudkan itu diantaranya ialah iri dengki, dendam, buruk sangka, serakah, cinta dunia, bakhil, pemarah, penakut, riya', ujub dan sombong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Barangsiapa yang beriman kepada Allah dan Hari Akhirat, maka hendaklah ia berkata yang baik atau diam”. (Riwayat Bukhari &amp; Muslim) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Barangsiapa diam makan ia terlepas dari bahaya”. (Riwayat At-Tarmizi) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANYAK DIAM TIDAK SEMESTINYA BODOH, BANYAK BICARA TIDAK SEMESTINYA CERDIK, KERANA KECERDIKKAN ITU BUAH FIKIRAN, ORANG CERDIK YANG PENDIAM LEBIH BAIK DARI ORANG BODOH YANG BANYAK BICARA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENASIHATI ORANG YANG BERSALAH, TIDAK SALAH. YANG SALAH MEMIKIRKAN KESALAHAN ORANG LAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALAU ORANG MENGHINA KITA, BUKAN KITA TERHINA, YANG SEBENARNYA ORANG ITU MENGHINA DIRINYA SENDIRI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silence is the best reply to a FOOL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever is offered an apology from a fellow Muslim should accept it unless he knows that the person apologizing is being dishonest.&lt;br /&gt;- Muhammad (salAllahu alayhi wasalam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_dbtg3wcLtM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_dbtg3wcLtM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-7048800118934093863?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7048800118934093863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7048800118934093863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/12/diam-ku-bukan-bodoh-repent.html' title='Diam ku bukan BODOH!!! Repent!!!'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-1068084955458825579</id><published>2009-12-04T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:20:25.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasbih Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxiN5agGaxI/AAAAAAAAAmk/AjmaqwI-Zs0/s1600-h/03122009(007).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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxiN5agGaxI/AAAAAAAAAmk/AjmaqwI-Zs0/s320/03122009(007).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411230969791671058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasbih Julia, boleh di buat bracelet, anda boleh berzikir tak kira di mana saja anda berada.Cuma RM15 satu, boleh dijadikan sebagai berkat di majlis perkahwinan, berkhatan, cukur jambul, seminar, cenderhati korporat dan sewaktu dgnnya.Sedia menerima tempahan tanpa had minimum.Sila hubungi saya di 0169174750 jika berminat.Sesungguhnya Zikir itu merawat kehidupan.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxiNzdgI_fI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A523wWSaAgY/s1600-h/03122009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxiNzdgI_fI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A523wWSaAgY/s320/03122009(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411230867517930994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-1068084955458825579?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1068084955458825579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/1068084955458825579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/12/tasbih-julia_04.html' title='Tasbih Julia'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxiN5agGaxI/AAAAAAAAAmk/AjmaqwI-Zs0/s72-c/03122009(007).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-8563772166174567868</id><published>2009-12-04T09:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:48:48.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Allah..ampunilah aku</title><content type='html'>O Allah, Engkau selalu menjagaku, Engkau memaafkanku setelah maksiat yg kuperbuat di hadapan-Mu, lalu Engkau-pun﻿ masih menutup aib2ku. Engkau memberikan apa yang aku butuhkan. Engkau sungguh maha Mulia, kemuliaan-Mu meliputi langit dan bumi. Kapankah kiranya datang saat perjumpaan dengan Dzat yang maha Penyayang? O Allah, wahai yang maha Pengampun, ampunilah al-Faqir ini. Jika tanpa-Mu maka sesungguhnya diri ini adalah miskin lagi lemah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kkqP51GHCEA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kkqP51GHCEA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-8563772166174567868?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/8563772166174567868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/8563772166174567868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-allahampunilah-aku.html' title='O Allah..ampunilah aku'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-4927583300008208544</id><published>2009-12-04T08:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:16:40.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have i ever?</title><content type='html'>“Have I ever thought of loving the One Who created me, the One Who gave me a heart that can feel love? Has this heart ever felt love for Him? How many times have I cried for His love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever spent any time, effort or money to express my love to Him Who has given me all these things? Am I confident enough to declare my love for Him? Do I ever miss Him in solitude or amongst a crowd? Or am I wasting away a beautiful emotion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love is a measure of our faith. Is our love deep enough to recognize the One we cannot see.Ask yourself, “ How much do I love Prophet Mohammad who had said: “By Him in Whose Hands my life is, none of you will have faith till he loves me more than his father and his children and all mankind” (Bukhari). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever wonder how we can get Allah to love us too? &lt;br /&gt;Muslims already have a day for expressing love and that is ‘Id-al-Azha when Muslims sacrifice a life to show Allah that they can sacrifice anything for Him-even their own lives. &lt;br /&gt;Let us then find True Love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love seeks sacrifice and I’ve given it all. &lt;br /&gt;This, this is true love in it’s purest form. &lt;br /&gt;I turn my face towards You now. &lt;br /&gt;The Lord of my world and the Heavens above. &lt;br /&gt;I am Yours and Yours, alone. &lt;br /&gt;My prayer, my sacrifice are only for You. &lt;br /&gt;My life and death are Yours to take. &lt;br /&gt;A promise I make. &lt;br /&gt;To lay my life for You. &lt;br /&gt;An oath that I worship. &lt;br /&gt;No-one but You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DH1A1UeyPgI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DH1A1UeyPgI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love is not a lie..&lt;br /&gt;not knowing deceit..&lt;br /&gt;not knowing sorrow..&lt;br /&gt;there's no thousand promises..&lt;br /&gt;its just happiness.. forever&lt;br /&gt;whatever i'm feeling now..&lt;br /&gt;its just a﻿ presentation for You..&lt;br /&gt;hear these my love.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving You is not knowing time..&lt;br /&gt;not knowing poetry..&lt;br /&gt;just plain sincerity..&lt;br /&gt;loving You is not knowing doubt..&lt;br /&gt;my certainty.. is just﻿ for You.. always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-4927583300008208544?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4927583300008208544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4927583300008208544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-i-ever.html' title='Have i ever?'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-6933008927591547585</id><published>2009-12-03T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:16:41.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past is gone forever!!!</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulilah..i'm back with a new spirit and dreams. Sometimes sacrifice is really needed in a relationship. So happy to see him happy. Alhamdulilah..hope life treats him good. i hope he found what he's been looking for.and i hope i didn't hear any 'lonely' from him.For me the past is gone forever!!!Reading too much into the past is a waste of the present!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never know what the future might brings but what we hv today is really much appreciated!!you do not know whether you will even see tomorrow.Leave the future alone until it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not grieve over how people treat you. And learn this lesson by observing how they behave with Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By brooding over the past and its tragedies, one exhibits a form of insanity - a kind of sickness that destroys resolve to live for the present moment. Those who have a firm purpose have filed away and forgotten occurrences of the past, which will never again see light, since they occupy such a dark place in the recesses of the mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episodes of the past are finished with; sadness cannot retrieve them, melancholy cannot make things right, and depression will never bring the past back to life. This is because the past is non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not live in the nightmares of former times or under the shade of what you have missed. Save yourself from the ghostly apparition of the past. Do you think that you can return the sun to its place of rising, the baby to its mother's womb, milk to the udder, or tears to the eye? By constantly dwelling on the past and its happenings, you place yourself in a very frightful and tragic state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading too much into the past is a waste of the present. When Allah mentioned the affairs of the previous nations, He, the Exalted, said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a nation who has passed away.  (Qur'an 2. 134)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former days are gone and done with, and you benefit nothing by carrying out an autopsy over them, by turning back the wheels of history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who lives in the past is like someone who tries to saw sawdust. Of old, they used to say: "Do not remove the dead from their graves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tragedy is that we are incapable of dealing with the present: neglecting our beautiful castles, we wail over dilapidated buildings. If every man and every jinn were to try jointly to bring back the past, they would most certainly fail. Everything on earth marches forward, preparing for a new season and so should you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- taken from the book - Don't Be Sad - By Aaidh ibn Abdullah al-Qarni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-6933008927591547585?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6933008927591547585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6933008927591547585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/12/past-is-gone-forever.html' title='The past is gone forever!!!'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-6132771427941248410</id><published>2009-12-03T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:34:46.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasbih Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxdNqry_X4I/AAAAAAAAAmU/ikuwFcYUpGk/s1600-h/03122009(001).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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxdNqry_X4I/AAAAAAAAAmU/ikuwFcYUpGk/s320/03122009(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410878873015377794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasbih Julia, boleh di buat bracelet, anda boleh berzikir tak kira di mana saja anda berada.Cuma RM15 satu, boleh dijadikan sebagai berkat di majlis perkahwinan, berkhatan, cukur jambul, seminar, cenderhati korporat dan sewaktu dgnnya.Sedia menerima tempahan tanpa had minimum.Sila hubungi saya di 0169174750 jika berminat.Sesungguhnya Zikir itu merawat kehidupan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-6132771427941248410?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6132771427941248410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6132771427941248410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/12/tasbih-julia-boleh-di-buat-bracelet.html' title='Tasbih Julia'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxdNqry_X4I/AAAAAAAAAmU/ikuwFcYUpGk/s72-c/03122009(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-2657125923630890823</id><published>2009-12-02T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:31:29.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasbih Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxXfUps0jOI/AAAAAAAAAmM/RhbE3DOapAQ/s1600-h/02122009(002).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/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxXfUps0jOI/AAAAAAAAAmM/RhbE3DOapAQ/s320/02122009(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410476073239743714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasbih Julia, boleh di buat bracelet, anda boleh berzikir tak kira di mana saja anda berada.Cuma RM15 satu, boleh dijadikan sebagai berkat di majlis perkahwinan, berkhatan, cukur jambul, seminar, cenderhati korporat dan sewaktu dgnnya.Sedia menerima tempahan tanpa had minimum.Sila telefon saya 0169174750 jika berminat.Sesungguhnya Zikir itu merawat kehidupan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-2657125923630890823?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2657125923630890823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/2657125923630890823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/12/tasbih-julia.html' title='Tasbih Julia'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxXfUps0jOI/AAAAAAAAAmM/RhbE3DOapAQ/s72-c/02122009(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-6497809175535113392</id><published>2009-11-30T10:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:00:44.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My happy family and i love them..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxM0bm46itI/AAAAAAAAAl0/bkTmHqr3jrM/s1600/abed5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxM0bm46itI/AAAAAAAAAl0/bkTmHqr3jrM/s320/abed5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409725226302474962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are the love of my life...i love them so much and we are so happy together and feel greatful...Alhamdulilah...May Allah bless us and all Muslims... ameeenn!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxMzmkuifEI/AAAAAAAAAls/mRvVVvtEEl8/s1600/abed11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxMzmkuifEI/AAAAAAAAAls/mRvVVvtEEl8/s320/abed11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409724315189017666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxMzgSru6nI/AAAAAAAAAlk/bFrw233WmnU/s1600/abed8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxMzgSru6nI/AAAAAAAAAlk/bFrw233WmnU/s320/abed8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409724207266196082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxM0zNgHSUI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ztLjn9gUbos/s1600/SAM_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxM0zNgHSUI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ztLjn9gUbos/s320/SAM_0175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409725631804426562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-6497809175535113392?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6497809175535113392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/6497809175535113392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-happy-family-and-i-love-them.html' title='My happy family and i love them..'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/SxM0bm46itI/AAAAAAAAAl0/bkTmHqr3jrM/s72-c/abed5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-7722726470153236810</id><published>2009-11-29T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:24:30.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U gotta MOVE ON!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed when someone questions about my personal life!!!I don't owe anybody an explaination about my personal life!!! Pls!!! Why do u need to know so much? would it be any changes if u knew to much? C'mon get a cup of coffee and smell the reality!!!!This is not the end of the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u think telling ur friends about me is good enuff? Do u think make a comment on my chatbox about ur sadness and try to convince me that u been cheated by someone is cool enuf???? C'mon!!! only COWARD didn't put their real name on chatbox!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind u reading this blog but pls don't pour ur heartbreaking stories in here nobody interested to know coz the one that i'm talking about is not the person u know ok!!!! not whoever u think he was.i wonder how come u can think that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on  i just want u to back off from my personal life and i appreciate about ur concern but i think there's a limitation. By the way i don't mention any names here so don't simply accused people.That's not right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-7722726470153236810?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7722726470153236810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/7722726470153236810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/11/u-gotta-move-on.html' title='U gotta MOVE ON!!!!!'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-4087502512040985534</id><published>2009-11-18T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:43:39.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batasku Asaku</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GcxLVfhzITA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GcxLVfhzITA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was created from ur ribs why did I can live my perfectly, I’m here because of u but why can’t u live on ur own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Standstill in any affections, I’m not a decoration, this chain of love will be in my grasp, convincing my dreams in iman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boundaries reminds me of my ability, my heart was wrapped by ur sorban, my soul greet this sadness with iman in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no happiness in this story, this castle of love are fading away, for my Iman I kept this pain..find the courage pray to Allah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-4087502512040985534?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4087502512040985534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/4087502512040985534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/11/batasku-asaku.html' title='Batasku Asaku'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491712996324609848.post-878285793158896753</id><published>2009-11-18T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:15:31.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't deserve to cry...but i still hate u anyway..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UpTj37U7pVM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UpTj37U7pVM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're jealous,You just can't stand to see me get along without you.Like I do, you told me to Now you're jealous .You don't know how hard it was to be alone without you and wanting you, like I do..I would have stayed if you'd wanted but you said I treat you so badly I can't be forgiven You know I have done anything to make it through with you But I don't deserve to be lonely Just 'cause you say I do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're jealous You don't know how hard it is to be a woman in love with you &lt;br /&gt;When you're so cruel, and so jealous You don't think about anybody's feelings but your own Are you coming home? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have stayed if you'd wanted Would have been willing But you said I treat you so badly I can't be forgiven &lt;br /&gt;You know I would have done anything To make it through with you But I don't deserve to be lonely Just 'cause you say I do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're gonna go you've gotta go and if you're stayin stay &lt;br /&gt;'cause I can't take the pain you keep leavin when you go away &lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna go you've gotta go and if you're stayin stay &lt;br /&gt;'cause I can't take the pain you keep leavin when you go away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve to be lonely &lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve to cry &lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve to be lonely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491712996324609848-878285793158896753?l=juliashapiee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/878285793158896753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491712996324609848/posts/default/878285793158896753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliashapiee.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-deserve-to-crybut-i-still-hate-u.html' title='I don&apos;t deserve to cry...but i still hate u anyway..'/><author><name>linda.mohamed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617976261248596150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnmxBTu_9Do/Sr-lAKpzBjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jGUfJfRJpEQ/S220/09092009(008).jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
