<?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-8878866</id><updated>2011-08-02T04:03:35.688+08:00</updated><category term='scha alyahya'/><category term='multiply'/><category term='Lirik/Lagu Kegemaran'/><title type='text'>The Thots That Count..does it matter?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-1488971948621585109</id><published>2010-01-20T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:26:57.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true colors</title><content type='html'>You with the sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;don't be discouraged&lt;br /&gt;oh I realize&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to take courage&lt;br /&gt;in a world full of people&lt;br /&gt;you can lose sight of it all&lt;br /&gt;and the darkness inside you&lt;br /&gt;can make you fell so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;and that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;so don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;your true colors&lt;br /&gt;true colors are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me a smile then&lt;br /&gt;don't be unhappy, can't remember&lt;br /&gt;when I last saw you laughing&lt;br /&gt;if this world makes you crazy&lt;br /&gt;and you've taken all you can bear&lt;br /&gt;you call me up&lt;br /&gt;because you know I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;and that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;so don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;your true colors&lt;br /&gt;true colors are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;like a rainbow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i love each &amp; everyone who supported me*&lt;br /&gt;i know sometimes its kinda hard, but i'll try to manage n try to move on.&lt;br /&gt;god will give me all the strength, insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;as long as i can stand and still can face "it", insyaAllah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-1488971948621585109?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/1488971948621585109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=1488971948621585109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/1488971948621585109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/1488971948621585109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2010/01/true-colors.html' title='true colors'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-3432379647796555726</id><published>2010-01-18T00:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:46:41.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dasar melayu tipikal yang suka emo tak tentu pasal dan tiada kaitan dengan mereka</title><content type='html'>"emo sungguh mereka. padahal takde kaitan pun. duhh. melayu tipikal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sungguh tidak ku fahami manusia-manusia zaman sekarang. ingatkan zaman dulu saja yg tipikal. rupanya masih wujud lagi. dan aku perhatikan manusia-manusia itu rata-ratanya datang dari kaum melayu. ini tiada kaitan dengan agama atau politik tempatan. mungkin berbaur politik, tapi politik dalam diri manusia. bila politik wujud di dalam hubungan sesama manusia, maka hancur lah sesuatu organisasi seseorang manusia itu sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;politik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;siapa yang boleh lakukan apa kepada siapa ( Who could do what to whom )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;siapa yang dapat apa, bila dan bagaimana ( who gets what, when and how ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siapa yang boleh lakukan kepada siapa (dan siapa yang tidak boleh?)&lt;br /&gt;siapa yang dapat apa, bila dan bagaimana (dan siapa yang takkan dapat apa, bila dan bagaimana?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fikir-fikirkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sesungguhnya aku dah bosan dengan politik seorang manusia. (baca : seorang, bukan ramai dan bukan sesuatu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kamu yang mulakan politik kotor, dan sekarang kamu pula yang mahu merayu berhenti bermain? atau kamu masih bermain politik sebenarnya? (reverse-psychology)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa-apa pun.. selamat bermain. jangan kecundang di tengah jalan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan paling penting, hentikanlah mengaitkan orang yang tidak ada kena mengena dan tidak tahu apa-apa dalam permainan kamu. bermainlah seadilnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you DO really want to play the game, let's play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-3432379647796555726?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/3432379647796555726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=3432379647796555726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/3432379647796555726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/3432379647796555726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2010/01/dasar-melayu-tipikal-yang-suka-emo-tak.html' title='dasar melayu tipikal yang suka emo tak tentu pasal dan tiada kaitan dengan mereka'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-7969123736543237421</id><published>2010-01-16T13:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:38:08.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>habis manis sepah dibuang</title><content type='html'>1. dibuang setelah tidak dipakai lagi.&lt;br /&gt;   2. sesuatu disimpan pada saat diperlukan saja, dan dibuang jika tidak diperlukan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;   3. selagi masih digunakan dirawat dengan baik, tetapi bila tidak dipergunakan lagi dicampakkan begitu saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam situasi aku, tidak kira apa maksud yang digunakan pun, maknanya masih sama. ungkapan atau pernyataannya saja yg lain-lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sendiri malas mahu fikir hal ini, tp bila kekadang teringat dan ternampak muka org yang telah 'membuang' aku, agak 'emo' la juga. (lihat, aku bukan emo tak bertempat, bukan macam dia, tanpa mengetahui cerita yg sebenar, terus menerus emo dan judgemental terhadap aku. kejam bukan?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku rasa, sesiapa yang tahu kisah aku ini, mungkin dengan sekilas baca sudah dapat mengagak. tak apa, biarlah. ini masa dia, waktu puncaknya tengah bahagia. tak kira lah apa versi cerita tentang dia, aku hanya tersenyum sahaja. tidak mahu mengiya atau menidakkan. kata dia kononnya, biarlah masa yang tentukan kebenaran. iya lah, betul lah tu. tunggu saja lah masa kau nanti. dan yang paling penting, saat kau ada masalah atau kesulitan seperti yang kau selalu mencari aku di waktu-waktu genting, sekarang tidak lagi. kau yang membuang, jangan pulak terhegeh mahu menjilat semula. jijik. ya, aku jijik melihat manusia seperti kau yang sungguh ketara bertopengkan kesempurnaan. setelah mendapat tahu apakah di sebalik kesempurnaan yang kau pamir kan. manusia memang tidak sempurna. tidak perlu pun. tapi masih ada yang mahu mengejar kesempurnaan disebalik kepalsuan. namun di sebalik kesempurnaan yang ditampilkan itu lah yang bakal menyesatkan mereka-mereka yang terlalu mengagungkan 'topeng' yang sempurna itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'entry' kali ini memang lahir atas luahan perasaan aku sendiri. tidak dipengaruhi oleh desakan atau pengaruh sesiapa pun. itu antara dia dan aku. bukan kau, mereka atau orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kepada engkau, jaga-jagalah tingkah laku mu. ramai yang memerhati. jangan ingat kau selalu di atas, dan sentiasa terselamat. tuhan itu maha adil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan sesekali bertanya tentang ini lagi. sudah cukup. noktah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-7969123736543237421?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/7969123736543237421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=7969123736543237421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7969123736543237421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7969123736543237421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2010/01/habis-manis-sepah-dibuang.html' title='habis manis sepah dibuang'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-2869059891266414013</id><published>2009-11-05T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:13:16.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maaf, tidak aku tidak lagi punya hati lagi -courtesy of fynnjamal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm agak lama jugak aku tinggalkan blog ni. sebelum puasa i think. last post pun pasal err yg tu lah. sila klik prev entry, okay.&lt;br /&gt;sebenar-benarnya aku malas, teramat malas untuk menaip. (to be truth nak buat perenggan, nak letak 'koma', 'noktah'. even nak tekan 'enter' ni pun aku malassssssss) banyak lagi benda aku kena taip, pasal keje, etc etc. nak berpikir pun aku rasa malas. kenapa aku macam ni eh?&lt;br /&gt;lagi-lagi bila symptom procastination aku menjadi-jadi.&lt;br /&gt;aku lebih banyak membaca dari menulis. (menaip, maksudnya) mungkin aku memang dilahirkan begitu. membaca dan mengetahui lebih banyak dengan membaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku bukan seperti orang lain yg suka menulis.&lt;br /&gt;tapi ya, aku suka melahirkan apa yang aku rasa melalui visual. gambar, foto, lukisan.&lt;br /&gt;lukisan? dah lama aku tak melukis. teringin nak memegang pensel semula. nanti lah. (tengok, dah mula dah 'procastination' aku)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. aku rasa semua orang memang malas bila nak masuk hujung tahun.&lt;br /&gt;tunggu lah januari tahun baru nanti.&lt;br /&gt;baru bersemangat kaedahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, banyak jugak aku taip ye.&lt;br /&gt;rajin la jugak aku ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-2869059891266414013?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/2869059891266414013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=2869059891266414013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/2869059891266414013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/2869059891266414013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2009/11/malas.html' title='malas'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-3175327742687739019</id><published>2009-08-22T01:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:12:22.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scha alyahya'/><title type='text'>panggilan papadom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;haha ampeh my lil nephew. main tekan-tekan hp pastu pegi call number &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/scha.alyahya"&gt;Scha&lt;/a&gt;. 1 minit lebih!?&lt;br /&gt;abis kredit aku dol. tak pasal-pasal &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/scha.alyahya"&gt;Scha&lt;/a&gt; heran aku call dia tengah2 malam ni pastu dgr bunyik background cite P Ramlee kat channel RTM je. padahal aku tgh masak nasik kat dapur  tuh hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai dia call balik ckp cenggini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ye cik ariza, kenapa senyap je td? bisingnye kat umah tu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kwang-kwang-kwang. biasa ler umah welware mmg cenggini beb. huahuahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat berpuasa everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnn lama gila tak update blog nih. well, Iman made me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok jumpa raya nanti hahahahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok am just being sarkastik. hueheu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : dalam byk-byk number, number &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/scha.alyahya"&gt;Scha&lt;/a&gt; yg ko pilih ye Iman! Mentang-mentang nama ko Iman.. hahaha sabar jelah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s 2 : aku nak letak gak gambar ni tak kira. pic ni mmg buat aku gelak nak mati. hehehehehe jgn marah babe! this pic of yours has been made as yr default photo for caller id in my phonebook. matilah setiap kali u call i will LMAO first! pls spare 1 min for me to laugh 1st then i will ans yr call ok. kwang kwang kwang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs142.snc1/5256_121265393702_38797818702_2278458_738648_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 303px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs142.snc1/5256_121265393702_38797818702_2278458_738648_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chun lee ting tong! heee heeee ampun babe! =P adoiyai. tak tahan nengok MOLE tuh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ohh ye. ni pic masa shooting Awan Dania 2nd season. yeah dah masuk 2nd season uols!! nantikan tayangannya insyaAllah hujung september or awal oktober. "Dania" is wittier this time around. its gonna be a hilarious season! ngeee!&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ohh, as usual if u wanna know abt her latest news, head over to her &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/scha.alyahya"&gt;Official Fan Page in Facebook&lt;/a&gt; which i've created since last year. proudly to announce tht it has reached 40k fans in 8months time!! yay baby yeahhh!!! do become a fan, n of course u'll need an account in facebook. well, everyone got fb, aite. she always updated it herself whenever she's free n if she cant make it, she'll tell me the info n i'll update it for her. well its quite frustrating too when it comes to some fans yang tak faham konsep ber"fan page". some of them just made into conclusion that we as admins hanya menyamar n tipu semua fans. what the __ ? takde keje deyh nak buat semua tu. apa aku dpt pon, kan. all they need to do is to be an OPTIMISTIC fan. thats all. we're giving all the updates n infos that u wanted. pikir logik sudeyh la. huhuhu. well, everything happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. till next update, (dunno when) see ya! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ieja.logs.off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-3175327742687739019?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/3175327742687739019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=3175327742687739019' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/3175327742687739019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/3175327742687739019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2009/08/panggilan-papadom.html' title='panggilan papadom'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-7477668199016396828</id><published>2009-07-28T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:32:29.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>duduk dalam lori sampah lagi wangi dari mengadap orang-orang yang berhati busuk.</title><content type='html'>ha'ah ya. seorang tak sedar diri menumpang, yang seorang tak habis-habis dengki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangann ingat selama ni aku diam je.. buat hal sendiri, tak kacau org, ingat aku takde 'mata' n 'telinga' ?&lt;br /&gt;sorry la beb, semoga berbahagia la dgn dunia kau.&lt;br /&gt;kat dunia bleh la aku maafkan.. the rest, tanggung sendiri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-7477668199016396828?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/7477668199016396828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=7477668199016396828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7477668199016396828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7477668199016396828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2009/07/duduk-dalam-lori-sampah-lagi-wangi-dari.html' title='duduk dalam lori sampah lagi wangi dari mengadap orang-orang yang berhati busuk.'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-7902672863222089060</id><published>2009-07-27T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:13:50.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kau pergi</title><content type='html'>sayu terpisah&lt;br /&gt;hikayat indah kini hanya tinggal sejarah&lt;br /&gt;berhembus angin rindu&lt;br /&gt;begitu nyamannya terhidu wangian kasihmu&lt;br /&gt;hujan lebat mencurah kini&lt;br /&gt;bagaikan tiada henti&lt;br /&gt;kaulah laguku kau irama terindah&lt;br /&gt;tak lagi kudengari&lt;br /&gt;kau pergi.. pergi..&lt;br /&gt;sepi tanpa kata&lt;br /&gt;terdiam dan kaku tak daya kau kulupa&lt;br /&gt;apa pun kata mereka&lt;br /&gt;biarkan kenangan berbunga di ranting usia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am listening to aizat - pergi sambil teringat 1 scene in talentime where Hafiz's mother has finally gone... tht scene really 'touched' me.. i remembered my arwah mum at that time, my tears were running down my cheek, n i saw everyone was crying too .. n they didnt stop even they walked out from d cinema .. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u were so great Yasmin Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;Such a big loss .. She died just like my arwah mum, the same way. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-fatihah to them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-7902672863222089060?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/7902672863222089060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=7902672863222089060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7902672863222089060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7902672863222089060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2009/07/kau-pergi.html' title='kau pergi'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-6260086339655698282</id><published>2009-07-27T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:46:08.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is not worth to be cried over spilt milk</title><content type='html'>so i decided to delete all posts related to 'it' .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-6260086339655698282?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/6260086339655698282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=6260086339655698282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/6260086339655698282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/6260086339655698282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-not-worth-to-be-cried-over.html' title='life is not worth to be cried over spilt milk'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-3595689304813112348</id><published>2009-06-10T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:57:51.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Di tepi Tangkuban Perahu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3585/3614126228_a8c7b94594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3585/3614126228_a8c7b94594.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seorang tua melepaskan dahaga setelah kepenatan menjaja makanan di tepi Tangkuban Perahu, Bandung.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken on January 25, 2009 at 12.10pm MYT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera: Nikon D80&lt;br /&gt;Exposure: 0.013 sec (1/80)&lt;br /&gt;Aperture: f/5.6&lt;br /&gt;Focal Length: 80 mm&lt;br /&gt;ISO Speed: 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gambar original : &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/avriliza/3614126228/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/avriliza/3614126228/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Tak main la curik2 gambo org lain pastuh claim sendiri tangkap. Macam bingai! *Sape yg terasa kelat pi makan pengat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-3595689304813112348?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/3595689304813112348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=3595689304813112348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/3595689304813112348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/3595689304813112348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2009/06/di-tepi-tangkuban-perahu.html' title='Di tepi Tangkuban Perahu'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3585/3614126228_a8c7b94594_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-9115954086874958033</id><published>2009-04-26T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:15:50.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholia~</title><content type='html'>aku rasa mcm nak hantuk kepala kat dinding 888888 kali. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haihh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-9115954086874958033?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/9115954086874958033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=9115954086874958033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/9115954086874958033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/9115954086874958033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2009/04/melancholia.html' title='Melancholia~'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-6376509907945538211</id><published>2009-03-09T01:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:05:24.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setelah sekian lama.</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Agak lama juga aku meninggalkan dunia blogging yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Gara-gara sibuk dgn beberapa perkara, lantas ku tinggalkan blog ni. Kesian.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, aku sambung balik, ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku agak lupa bagaimana nak menyusun ayat bagi tak berapa terabur supaya org tak pening bace. Help!!! Duhh. Mula la dah kena syndrom mengong aku nih.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, mulanya xtvt blogging aku agak terhenti kerana sibuk bercuti. Ha-ha, ye bercuti.&lt;br /&gt;Alergik je word ni kan. Yelah, aku ni bukan selalu bercuti pun. Jarang-jarang. Tak pernah pun ye.&lt;br /&gt;Takpelah, at least sampai jugak aku ke sana. Dari org lain yg tak pernah langsung kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu, ada gak beberapa perkara yg menggembirakan telah terjadi ke atas aku. And I am so thankful for that.. Really.. bersyukur sgt =)&lt;br /&gt;Ape dia? Bak kata Farhan ~ Hanya Aku Saja Yang Tahu :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang paling aku tak sangka, aku dah start buat wedding job!! Arghhhhh, rase nak jerit sambil hantuk-hantuk kepala buat head banging sambil menari dangdut.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. seyes, aku tak sangka sebenarnya yg aku akan buat wedding shoot. Adeh, terasa kerdil sgt diri ini nak dibandingkan dgn photographer-photographer di luar sana. Yelah, aku kan masih baru, rasa jauhhhhhhhh lagi perjalanan 'penembakan' aku nih. Aku pun tak rasa diri aku ni photograper. Aku hanya hobbyist. Banyak lagi mende aku kena belajar. Tapi takpe, aku anggap ianya proses pembelajaran jugak. Practice makes perfect, omputih kate. Dan, baru lah aku merasa, betapa penat nye buat wedding shoot nih. Sampai skrg betis ku terasa kembang-kembang kempis tali kecapi. Wahahahaha!!~ Giler weyh, 1st job je aku dah kena buli dowh.&lt;br /&gt;Mana taknya, partner shoot aku belah kul 2, aku sensorang terkontang-kanting sampai la abes kenduri, membawak ke outdoor shoot. Gilerrrrrrrrrr~ mana tak ketaq lutut cheq!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hasilnya tunggu la aku bincang dgn pengantin baru tu nnt. Tunggu dia balik bercuti n hanimunnn duluk. Tapi kalo nak tgk serba-sedikit hasil, cam tak biase lak, masuk je la kat &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/avriliza"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; aku tuh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, itu lah dia beberapa update dari aku.. ceh mcm artis plak kasik update2 nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, nak kasik tgk pics cun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 289px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2421/54/56/685142550/n685142550_1937318_1933.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 253px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs029.snc1/2655_62351732550_685142550_1981590_5401917_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she's the best thing tht ever happened to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv ya always my bestie!!&lt;br /&gt;Eternity.. :-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liss &amp;amp; Ieja, BFF 4 Eva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-6376509907945538211?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/6376509907945538211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=6376509907945538211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/6376509907945538211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/6376509907945538211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2009/03/setelah-sekian-lama.html' title='Setelah sekian lama.'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-8416200205215307752</id><published>2009-02-18T02:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:18:16.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>terlalu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2186/54/56/685142550/n685142550_1885442_9939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2186/54/56/685142550/n685142550_1885442_9939.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku rela jika dia masih ada&lt;br /&gt;aku rela dimarahi hari-hari (oleh dia)&lt;br /&gt;aku rela diherdik hari-hari (oleh dia)&lt;br /&gt;aku rela dibebel hari-hari (oleh dia)&lt;br /&gt;aku rela dipaksa hari-hari (oleh dia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi hari-hari ku kosong setelah dia tiada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu bagaimana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku terlalu rindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku nak duduk tepi dia (lagi)&lt;br /&gt;aku nak urut badan dia (lagi)&lt;br /&gt;aku nak bagi dia makan (lagi)&lt;br /&gt;aku nak bagi dia minum (lagi)&lt;br /&gt;aku nak suap dia ubat (lagi)&lt;br /&gt;aku nak mandikan dia (lagi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang paling penting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku nak peluk dia (lagi)&lt;br /&gt;aku nak cium dia (lagi)&lt;br /&gt;aku nak manjakan dia (lagi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi hari-hari ku kosong setelah dia tiada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu bagaimana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku terlalu rindu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rindu mahu menatap wajah tua itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Karya ini terdiri atas 12 Fasal dan dikategorikan sebagai “Syi‘r al-Irsyadi” atau puisi didaktik, karena berisikan nasihat dan petunjuk menuju hidup yang diridhoi Allah. Selain itu terdapat pula pelajaran dasar Ilmu Tasawuf tentang mengenal “yang empat” : yaitu syari‘at, tarikat, hakikat, dan makrifat. Diterbitkan pada tahun 1854 dalam Tijdschrft van het Bataviaasch Genootschap No. II, Batavia, dengan huruf Arab dan terjemahannya dalam bahasa Belanda oleh Elisa Netscher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasal 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barang siapa tiada memegang agama&lt;br /&gt;sekali-kali tiada boleh dibilangkan nama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barang siapa mengenal yang empat&lt;br /&gt;maka yaitulah orang yang makrifat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barang siapa mengenal Allah&lt;br /&gt;suruh dan tegahnya tiada ia menyalah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barang siapa mengenal diri&lt;br /&gt;maka telah mengenal akan tuhan yang bahri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barang siapa mengenal dunia&lt;br /&gt;tahulah ia barang yang terperdaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barang siapa mengenal akhirat&lt;br /&gt;tahulah ia dunia mudharat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasal 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barang siapa mengenal yang tersebut&lt;br /&gt;tahulah ia makna takut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barang siapa meninggalkan sembahyang&lt;br /&gt;seperti rumah tiada bertiang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barang siapa meninggalkan puasa&lt;br /&gt;tidaklah mendapat dua termasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barang siapa meninggalkan zakat&lt;br /&gt;tiada hartanya beroleh berkat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barang siapa meninggalkan haji&lt;br /&gt;tiadalah ia menyempurnakan janji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasal 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila terpelihara mata&lt;br /&gt;sedikitlah cita-cita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila terpelihara kuping&lt;br /&gt;khabar yang jahat tiadalah damping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila terpelihara lidah&lt;br /&gt;niscaya dapat daripadanya faedah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bersungguh-sungguh engkau memeliharakan tangan&lt;br /&gt;daripada segala berat dan ringan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila perut terlalu penuh&lt;br /&gt;keluarlah fi’il yang tiada senonoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anggota tengah hendaklah ingat&lt;br /&gt;di situlah banyak orang yang hilang semangat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hendaklah peliharakan kaki&lt;br /&gt;daripada berjalan yang membawa rugi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasal 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hati itu kerajaan di dalam tubuh&lt;br /&gt;jikalau zalim segala anggota pun rubuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila dengki sudah bertanah&lt;br /&gt;datang daripadanya beberapa anak panah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengumpat dan memuji hendaklah pikir&lt;br /&gt;di situlah banyak orang yang tergelincir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pekerjaan marah jangan dibela&lt;br /&gt;nanti hilang akal di kepala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jika sedikit pun berbuat bohong &lt;br /&gt;boleh diumpamakan mulutnya itu pekung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanda orang yang amat celaka&lt;br /&gt;aib dirinya tiada ia sangka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakhil jangan diberi singgah&lt;br /&gt;itulah perompak yang amat gagah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barang siapa yang sudah besar&lt;br /&gt;janganlah kelakuannya membuat kasar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barang siapa perkataan kotor&lt;br /&gt;mulutnya itu umpama ketor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di manatah tahu salah diri&lt;br /&gt;jika tiada orang lain yang berperi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pekerjaan takbur jangan direpih&lt;br /&gt;sebelum mati didapat juga sepih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasal 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jika hendak mengenal orang berbangsa&lt;br /&gt;lihat kepada budi dan bahasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jika hendak mengenal orang yang berbahagia&lt;br /&gt;sangat memeliharakan yang sia-sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jika hendak mengenal orang mulia&lt;br /&gt;lihatlah kepada kelakuan dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jika hendak mengenal orang yang berilmu&lt;br /&gt;bertanya dan belajar tiadalah jemu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jika hendak mengenal orang yang berakal&lt;br /&gt;di dalam dunia mengambil bekal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jika hendak mengenal orang yang baik perangai&lt;br /&gt;lihat pada ketika bercampur dengan orang ramai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasal 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cahari olehmu akan sahabat&lt;br /&gt;yang boleh dijadikan obat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cahari olehmu akan guru&lt;br /&gt;yang boleh tahukan tiap seteru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cahari olehmu akan isteri &lt;br /&gt;yang boleh menyerahkan diri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cahari olehmu akan kawan&lt;br /&gt;pilih segala orang yang setiawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cahari olehmu akan abdi&lt;br /&gt;yang ada baik sedikit budi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasal 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila banyak berkata-kata&lt;br /&gt;di situlah jalan masuk dusta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila banyak berlebih-lebihan suka&lt;br /&gt;itulah tanda hampirkan duka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila kita kurang siasat&lt;br /&gt;itulah tanda pekerjaan hendak sesat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila anak tidak dilatih&lt;br /&gt;jika besar bapanya letih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila banyak mencacat orang&lt;br /&gt;itulah tanda dirinya kurang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila orang yang banyak tidur&lt;br /&gt;sia-sia sahajalah umur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila mendengar akan khabar&lt;br /&gt;menerimanya itu hendaklah sabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila mendengar akan aduan&lt;br /&gt;membicarakannya itu hendaklah cemburuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila perkataan yang lemah lembut&lt;br /&gt;lekaslah segala orang mengikut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila perkataan yang amat kasar&lt;br /&gt;lekaslah orang sekalian gusar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila pekerjaan yang amat benar&lt;br /&gt;tiada boleh orang berbuat honar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasal 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barang siapa khianat akan dirinya&lt;br /&gt;apalagi kepada lainnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kepada dirinya ia aniaya&lt;br /&gt;orang itu jangan engkau percaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lidah suka membenarkan dirinya&lt;br /&gt;daripada yang lain dapat kesalahannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daripada memuji diri hendaklah sabar&lt;br /&gt;biar daripada orang datangnya khabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orang yang suka menampakkan jasa&lt;br /&gt;setengah daripada syirik mengaku kuasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kejahatan diri sembunyikan &lt;br /&gt;kebajikan diri diamkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keaiban orang jangan dibuka&lt;br /&gt;keaiban diri hendaklah sangka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasal 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tahu pekerjaan tak baik tapi dikerjakan&lt;br /&gt;bukannya manusia ia itulah syaitan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kejahatan seorang perempaun tua&lt;br /&gt;itulah iblis punya penggawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kepada segala hamba-hamba raja&lt;br /&gt;di situlah syaitan tempatnya manja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kebanyakan orang yang muda-muda &lt;br /&gt;di situlah syaitan tempat bergoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perkumpulan laki-laki dengan perempuan&lt;br /&gt;di situlah syaitan punya jamuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adapun orang tua yang hemat&lt;br /&gt;syaitan tak suka membuat sahabat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jika orang muda kuat berguru&lt;br /&gt;dengan syaitan jadi berseteru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasal 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan bapa jangan durhaka&lt;br /&gt;supaya Allah tidak murka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan ibu hendaklah hormat&lt;br /&gt;supaya badan dapat selamat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan anak janganlah lalai&lt;br /&gt;supaya boleh naik ke tengah balai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan isteri dan gundik janganlah alpa&lt;br /&gt;supaya kemaluan jangan menerpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan kawan hendaklah adil&lt;br /&gt;supaya tangannya jadi kapil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasal 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hendaklah berjasa &lt;br /&gt;kepada yang sebangsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hendaklah jadi kepala&lt;br /&gt;buang perangai yang cela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hendak memegang amanat&lt;br /&gt;buanglah khianat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hendak marah&lt;br /&gt;dahulukan hujjah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hendak dimalui&lt;br /&gt;jangan memalui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hendak ramai&lt;br /&gt;murahkan perangai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasal 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raja mufakat dengan menteri&lt;br /&gt;seperti kebun berpagar duri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betul hati kepada raja&lt;br /&gt;tanda jadi sebarang kerja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hukum adil atas rakyat &lt;br /&gt;tanda raja beroleh inayat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasihkan orang yang berilmu&lt;br /&gt;tanda rahmat atas dirimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hormat akan orang yang pandai &lt;br /&gt;tanda mengenal kasa dan cindai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingatkan dirinya mati&lt;br /&gt;itulah asal berbuat bakti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirat itu terlalu nyata&lt;br /&gt;kepada hati yang tidak buta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;p/s: saya berpeluang memegang n membaca naskhah gurindam 12 yg di pamerkan di dlm rumah Riau, dalam Taman Mini Indonesia tapi bukan yg original lah, yg telah dibesarkan n di jadikan statue yg mcm besi tu. Byk manfaatnya, kan? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-1114611905382408526?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/1114611905382408526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=1114611905382408526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/1114611905382408526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/1114611905382408526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2009/02/gurindam-12.html' title='Gurindam 12'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-356636665001495255</id><published>2009-01-10T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:47:59.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it seems like forever.</title><content type='html'>yeay, backo. lol. it seems i didn't write in here like, &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;? huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, sorry cause lots of thing coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i dunno what to write &lt;em&gt;cause i dunno what to write&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i am a total psycho. &lt;em&gt;am i&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eck! what happened to me? i am totally lost.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it has got something to do with someone i like. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong. i'm not talking abt bf. &lt;strong&gt;not yet&lt;/strong&gt;, okayh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i did received the responses from &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;. i am like, &lt;em&gt;so excited&lt;/em&gt;. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;and her fren told me that &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; was the one telling her abt me.&lt;br /&gt;ohh well. that was sweet. thank you dear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am &lt;strong&gt;so can't hardly wait&lt;/strong&gt; till &lt;em&gt;the time&lt;/em&gt; comes. yippieeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, why am i writing like this ah? i dont have any stupid idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. she asked my number. &lt;em&gt;yeah she did&lt;/em&gt;. and now i am waiting for her call like &lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt;. ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;iejasigningoff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-356636665001495255?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/356636665001495255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=356636665001495255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/356636665001495255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/356636665001495255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-seems-like-forever.html' title='it seems like forever.'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-2900217890898987407</id><published>2008-12-29T00:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T02:42:03.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Anis Qistina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dedicated to my niece.. Anis Qistina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVes3Ki5zII/AAAAAAAAACo/2uarkfI0fIs/s320/AnisQistina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284882751466097794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVes4HEQIPI/AAAAAAAAADI/-D9PCc09F9Q/s1600-h/DSC_4883-.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/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVes4HEQIPI/AAAAAAAAADI/-D9PCc09F9Q/s320/DSC_4883-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284882767712100594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVes3h0RHMI/AAAAAAAAADA/VwU2Ooi9-hc/s1600-h/DSC_4879.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/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVes3h0RHMI/AAAAAAAAADA/VwU2Ooi9-hc/s320/DSC_4879.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284882757712944322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVes3mbobNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/oZFZWBFjN1w/s1600-h/DSC_4878-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVes3mbobNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/oZFZWBFjN1w/s320/DSC_4878-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284882758951791826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVes3VYOGgI/AAAAAAAAACw/hP_dbrhN78o/s1600-h/DSC_4877-.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/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVes3VYOGgI/AAAAAAAAACw/hP_dbrhN78o/s320/DSC_4877-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284882754374081026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&amp;amp;W Conversion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVetoLJtQRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/B6abcR_QejI/s320/DSC_4877-+b%26w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284883593442443538" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVetoleedvI/AAAAAAAAADY/LoczPpgI-Tw/s320/DSC_4878-+b%26w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284883600508876530" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVeto_rQEhI/AAAAAAAAADg/jN1JMOTYoMc/s320/DSC_4879-b%26w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284883607541781010" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVetpEd6SQI/AAAAAAAAADo/IoGrK_fe9ro/s320/DSC_4883-b%26w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284883608828004610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anis&lt;/strong&gt; is my niece, a little 3 years old, &lt;br /&gt;She fills my heart with warmth, so I never feel cold, &lt;br /&gt;She might just be a little kid, but I can talk to her, &lt;br /&gt;She listens as if she’s older, more like a young lady, &lt;br /&gt;If she ever needs someone, she should always know I’m there,&lt;br /&gt;Irf she ever needs to talk to me, I will listen because I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVe7CTMZLfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FdzNGNwoT8A/s320/Image(2169)+Anis+Qistina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284898335928954354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her when she was just 3 months old.&lt;br /&gt;Adorable, isn't she? =)&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/8878866-2900217890898987407?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/2900217890898987407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=2900217890898987407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/2900217890898987407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/2900217890898987407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/12/tribute-to-anis-qistina.html' title='Tribute to Anis Qistina'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVes3Ki5zII/AAAAAAAAACo/2uarkfI0fIs/s72-c/AnisQistina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-6660812158302179779</id><published>2008-12-28T03:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T03:06:27.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsangkarable!</title><content type='html'>Sebetulnya aku pun tak tahu apa maksud tajuk di atas itu. Cumanya sekarang ini aku hanya mampu ungkapkan perkataan itu kerana aku tak mampu berkata apa dah!!&lt;br /&gt;Aku terlalu excited dan.. apa ya? Hahahaha.. Hanya masa dan waktu yang mampu tentukan.&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa pun aku tak mengharap terlalu tinggi dan aku harap orang itu jangan juga mengharap aku terlalu tinggi kerana aku masih lagi baru dalam bidang ini..&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang aku paling harap sekali, moga diberi tunjuk ajar sepenuhnya.. insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go D_____lS________! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-6660812158302179779?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/6660812158302179779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=6660812158302179779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/6660812158302179779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/6660812158302179779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/12/unsangkarable.html' title='Unsangkarable!'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-2197161127264319347</id><published>2008-12-25T03:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T03:23:06.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siri bercakap bersama kucing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3235/3133108111_e90d398537.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exposure : 0.001 sec (1/1000)&lt;br /&gt;Aperture : f/2.8&lt;br /&gt;ISO Speed : 320&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gitu la gamaknya dialog kucen nih kalau dia diberi kesempatan utk berfikir atau bercakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3094/3127987326_315656f823.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exposure : 0.017 sec (1/60)&lt;br /&gt;Aperture : f/2.8&lt;br /&gt;ISO Speed : 100&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3101/3127987330_946a88889e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3101/3127987330_946a88889e.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exposure : 0.01 sec (1/100)&lt;br /&gt;Aperture : f/2.8&lt;br /&gt;ISO Speed : 100&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang ni pulak suka datang rumah aku. Suka-suki dia je buat rumah aku macam hotel. Kuar pagi balik malam. Huhhhhh! Manyak chantek muka kao ~&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/8878866-2197161127264319347?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/2197161127264319347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=2197161127264319347' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/2197161127264319347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/2197161127264319347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/12/siri-bercakap-bersama-kucing.html' title='Siri bercakap bersama kucing.'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-1697524851647276616</id><published>2008-12-25T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:21:20.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bermain dengan Warna..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3220/3132892459_859a0f5284.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3220/3132892459_859a0f5284.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3242/3132892443_054904d4a9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3242/3132892443_054904d4a9.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3078/3132892437_43fdcf5205.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3078/3132892437_43fdcf5205.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-1697524851647276616?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/1697524851647276616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=1697524851647276616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/1697524851647276616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/1697524851647276616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/12/bermain-dengan-warna.html' title='Bermain dengan Warna..'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-4087072108072252317</id><published>2008-12-24T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:56:21.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagi 10 minit..</title><content type='html'>Masa yang tinggal utk aku meng'upload' sedikit gambar yang telah dijanjikan. Maaf, terpaksa 'delay' di atas tuntutan kursus yang bakal tamat petang ini. Yang selainnya bakal di muat-naik kemudian ya. Sementara itu tataplah dulu yang beberapa ini... khas untuk rakan-rakan setia ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 204px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/3130094501_6b8db65b6d.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 204px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3228/3130094493_7a9c711752.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3110/3130976790_03b2851620.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. masa utk pergi. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-4087072108072252317?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/4087072108072252317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=4087072108072252317' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/4087072108072252317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/4087072108072252317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/12/lagi-10-minit.html' title='Lagi 10 minit..'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-187029411510113407</id><published>2008-12-23T17:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:32:46.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terbang Ke Awan Scha! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVC1K2EfASI/AAAAAAAAACY/7qD5ii7jqCM/s1600-h/Scha+Awan+Dania.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/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVC1K2EfASI/AAAAAAAAACY/7qD5ii7jqCM/s320/Scha+Awan+Dania.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282921560823234850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hari hari yang ku alami&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu yang perlu ku kecapi&lt;br /&gt;Bagai layang-layang yang putus tali&lt;br /&gt;Akan ku teruskan mencari&lt;br /&gt;Siapakah diri ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku ingin terbang tinggi di awan&lt;br /&gt;Bersama bintang bersama bulan&lt;br /&gt;Ku ingin genggam sang mentari&lt;br /&gt;Ku ingin bermain di tepi pelangi&lt;br /&gt;Ini impianku ini lah caraku&lt;br /&gt;Tiada yang lain yang lebih ku mahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lagi resah untukku&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lagi rasa malu&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang ku mahu apa yang ku tahu&lt;br /&gt;Hanya mencari diriku&lt;br /&gt;Oh....&lt;br /&gt;Siapakah diri ini?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/75159092/487f6df1/Atilia_-_Terbang_Ke_Awan.html"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lagu nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang by Atilia specially for Awan Dania drama series. Tak  pernah tengok?&lt;br /&gt;Rugi, rugi.. sila google or search &lt;strong&gt;Awan Dania&lt;/strong&gt; dalam Youtube.Nak lagi senang, masuk je http://www.youtube.com/sharimie1&lt;br /&gt;Sesiapa yang dah tgk sure 'jatuh chenta' dgn lakonan Scha yg selamba sengal akan buat kita tersengih-sengih mcm.. mcm apa ah? Hehehe aku pun dah 'indescribable' pasal Scha nih. Aku dah demam Awan Dania. Pendek kata korang mesti suka punyalah kat budak nih.Budak ke? Baya aku daa.. =P&lt;br /&gt;Awan Dania ni pasal apa ar? Beskut ke? Baca sinopsis kat bawah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sinopsis&lt;br /&gt;Awan Dania mengisahkan perjalanan hidup Dania (Scha Alyahya) yang ingin menjadi pramugari. Begitupun, Dania gadis lasak yang membantu bapa dan abangnya bekerja mengendalikan bagasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dania sering memikirkan mengenai masa depannya, malah cemburu melihat orang di sekelilingnya berjaya dalam kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkara ini berlarutan hinggalah beliau terdetik untuk menjadi pramugari. Nasib ternyata menyebelahi Dania apabila dia terpilih untuk mendaftarkan diri di akademi latihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perwatakan Dania yang lebih agresif dan lasak membezakannya dengan rakan lain. Di sinilah bermulanya kisah Dania mengharungi suka-duka dalam kerjaya dan persahabatan yang dibinanya.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak kisah walaupun drama ni adaptasi dari drama Jepun Attention Please, sebab garapan yang pengarah dia buat membezakan drama ni dengan drama tu.. every drama has its own speciality kan? Maka sesiapa yg ada Facebook, minat Scha, sila-sila la join fan page dia yg aku buat ye.. banyak gambar-gambar dia dalam tuh..&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Scha-Alyahya/38797818702&lt;br /&gt;members dah cecah&lt;strong&gt; 2,000&lt;/strong&gt; org dalam masa &lt;strong&gt;2 minggu&lt;/strong&gt; aku create fan page tuh. Memang meletop-letop dah Scha nih.. tambah lak Histeria dia tgh tayang sekarang kan.. Hari tu ada juga dia tinggal komen kat wall fan page tu.. skang ni bz betul dia.. maklum ler org makin popular, nama tengah panas.. heheheheh. Aku sebenarnya dah start perasan Scha ni masa iklan Gua.com.my yg dia dok "wahhhh wahhh" dulu. Lepas tu drama Bella, Sadiq, Terlalu Istimewa (dengan Nasha Aziz). Apa-apa pun, harap jangan cepat panas, cepat sejuk ye Scha.. please maintain your personality. You've got potential, hang on there, babe! Ailebiu sho much lah =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVC33B5-MfI/AAAAAAAAACg/V1DrRdQQ5dc/s320/JomStar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282924518937866738" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-187029411510113407?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/187029411510113407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=187029411510113407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/187029411510113407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/187029411510113407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/12/terbang-ke-awan-scha-d.html' title='Terbang Ke Awan Scha! =D'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SVC1K2EfASI/AAAAAAAAACY/7qD5ii7jqCM/s72-c/Scha+Awan+Dania.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-7995801508672479669</id><published>2008-12-23T02:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T02:22:25.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teaser.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3103/3127924571_77279778b9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 210px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3103/3127924571_77279778b9.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 210px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/3127866959_f0b4053edb.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-7995801508672479669?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/7995801508672479669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=7995801508672479669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7995801508672479669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7995801508672479669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/12/teaser.html' title='teaser.'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-145008062396871046</id><published>2008-12-22T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:25:27.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Histeria!!</title><content type='html'>Hehehee.. aku bukan tgh histeria sebab kena rasuk tapi aku 'histeria' kerana dapat menghabiskan masa bersama family, menghabiskan masa 'menembak' pada hari Sabtu semalam. Di taman tasik shah alam :). Walaupun dalam keadaan flu dan asthma yang menggila. Aduh. Mujurlah lepas je outing aku terus ambik ubat kat hospital. Ah.. doktor kembali mem-preskripsi-kan aku Prednisolone. OMG.. am sure will gain weight again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ya. Gambar-gambar semasa outing di taman tasik akan ku muat-naik nanti. Tunggu ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya tajuk entry ni saja je nak bagitau yang aku dah tengok HISTERIA. Dan aku rasa macam nak tengok lagi sekali. Jom? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-145008062396871046?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/145008062396871046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=145008062396871046' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/145008062396871046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/145008062396871046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/12/histeria.html' title='Histeria!!'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-7091830043319397886</id><published>2008-12-18T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:59:17.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiply'/><title type='text'>multiply oh multiply. selamat tinggal kenangan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;aku akan meng'import' sedikit demi sedikit entry-entry dalam blog lama aku di multiply dulu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;maka nya jika di bloglist kau, nama aku terjatuh di tangga yg dibawah sekali, maknanya aku sedang meng 'kopi pes' kan entry2 lama aku ke sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapa ya aku dah tak mau menulis di sana.&lt;br /&gt;kenapa ya? kenapa, kenapa dan kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suka hati aku lah. blog aku kan. (statement standard blogger pada masakini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harap maklum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-7091830043319397886?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/7091830043319397886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=7091830043319397886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7091830043319397886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7091830043319397886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/12/multiply-oh-multiply-selamat-tinggal.html' title='multiply oh multiply. selamat tinggal kenangan.'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-3017603063474924173</id><published>2008-12-17T09:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:12:23.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG, i love this story so much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please read on, i know u're gonna love it too. Trust me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Day Hang Tuah Walked Through My Door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;Adlan Benan Omar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows who Hang Tuah is. Everyone knows that he was a great warrior, that he was loyal to his king, that he fought and defeated Hang Jebat in a gruelling duel. But I knew more about Hang Tuah than anyone else. No... I didn't read more than anyone else (how much more could a twelve-year-old have read anyway?). I knew more about Hang Tuah because he came to live with us a few months ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard me right. Hang Tuah did come to live with me and my family. Abah took him home one day. He had found the old man walking around the local playground one evening, while he was out jogging. It was getting dark and the old man had no place to go, so we took him in. Mak was not too happy about that, she thought the old man looked crooked. He was dirty and he didn't wear shoes. Mak said that people might think our family has gone weird. Abah just laughed. "Kasihan ...dia orang tua," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends didn't believe me at first. They thought I was dreaming, or making things up, or just plain lying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azraai said that the old man was an alien from Mars and not Hang Tuah. Eqhwan laughed at me and said that either I or the old man must be mad. Anuar said that if Hang Tuah was still alive I wouldn't be able to understand what he said because he spoke classic Malay like in the hikayats. Hilmi (our local school's smart alec) tried to explain to me that the Melaka Empire was no more and that Hang Tuah was just a legend. He said that if Hang Tuah was still alive he would be at least five and a half centuries old and the latest edition of the Guinness Book of World Records stated that the oldest man in the world lived only to 120 years. Only Farid sympathised with me... and that was because he had an imaginary friend whom he always took along to play marbles with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't care what they said. I knew that old man was Hang Tuah. I know because I asked him myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning after we took the old man in, Mak asked me to wake him up for breakfast. I went to the spare room and found that he was already awake. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with a blue batik bundle on his lap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jemput makan, Tok," I said, politely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Terima kasih," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious, so I asked, "Apa dalam buntil tu Tok?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Barang Tok... barang orang miskin," he replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he opened it up slowly. I saw him fiddle for something, then he took out a long keris with an ivory sheath. It was at least a foot long and studded with jewels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ini keris Taming Sari," said the old man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snickered, "He! He! He!". I thought the old man was joking. Everyone knew that Taming Sari belonged to Hang Tuah and that it must have disappeared with its master. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man looked up at me. His eyes stared into mine. I felt a little queasy at that. His expression changed, he began to look angry. Suddenly his eyes drooped and he looked more hurt than angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa cucu gelak?" he asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak ada kenapa," I answered, a little frightened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tok tahu, cucu ingat Tok bergurau." I kept quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began again, "Inilah keris Taming Sari yang sebenar. Ini keris Tok sendiri." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau begitu Tok ni tentulah..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hang Tuah," he interjected, "nama Tok ialah Hang Tuah." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi Hang Tuah sudah mati." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed, "Tidak, Tok belum mati. Tapi Tok sudah tua..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Berapa umur Tok?" I questioned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"540 tahun." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak didn't really like Tok Tuah. But she didn't say anything when he just stayed on and on in the house. She didn't say a word when Abah and I took him to Hankyu Jaya to get some new clothes. She just kept quiet when Tok Tuah joined us to watch TV in the living room after dinner. I told her (and Abah) that the old man said that his name was Hang Tuah. She wrinkled her face (and Abah just laughed). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Wednesday night and RTM had a slot then called "Teater P. Ramlee". It so happened that they were showing Phani Majumdar's "Hang Tuah". P. Ramlee, so young and thin, acted as the hero and the late Haji Mahadi was Sultan Mansor Shah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jebat got killed, Tok Tuah pipped in, "Tidak langsung macam tu..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah stared at Tok Tuah. Mak stared at Tok Tuah. I too, stared at Tok Tuah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku sudah tua masa tu, Jebat muda lagi. Jebat kuat. Dia sepak aku hingga aku tertiarap, kemudian aku berguling. Aku himpit dia. Aku kata sama dia 'baik sajalah kau mengalah'. Apa gunanya kita dua bersaudara bergaduh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak started to look worried again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jebat tak mati." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah looked surprised. He said, "Habis tu, apa jadi pada dia?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tok Tuah said, "Aku tak mahu Sultan bunuh dia. Aku tahu Sultan zalim. Jadi, aku sorokkan dia di Ulu Melaka. Macam Tun Perak sorokkan aku masa aku difitnahkan. Lepas Melaka kalah dengan Portugis, Jebat ikut aku merantau." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Bila Jebat mati?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tok Tuah laughed, "Jebat belum mati. Baru tahun lepas aku jumpa dia. Dia meniaga di Kedah." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meniaga?" I said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, Jebat duduk di Kulim. Dia meniaga kereta. Apa tu? Kereta 'second-hand' kata orang. Proton, Honda dan Nissan. Laku jualannya. Banyak orang beli." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I took Tok Tuah on a walk around KL. He got bored just sitting in our small bungalow in Bukit Bandar Raya. So after school, we took the mini-bus to Central Market. Tok Tuah really enjoyed the walk. "Banyaknya orang..." he wondered. We ate at McDonald's. He didn't like the cheeseburger (well, he didn't like the cheese, though he loved the burger itself). After lunch, we went to Muzium Negara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed him the frieze of a young Hang Tuah which was sculpted by an Englishwoman in the 1950s. It showed a handsome Hang Tuah in 'Baju Melayu' and 'samping'. He was holding Taming Sari in his hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siapa tu," Tok Tuah asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Itu Tok-lah. ltulah orang putih gambarkan sebagai Hang Tuah. Hensem, kan?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tok Tuah chuckled, "Apa tulisan atas tu?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ta' Melayu Hilang di-Dunia. Eh, takkan Tok tak ingat? Itu kan Tok yang cakap dulu?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept quiet. Slowly he mumbled, "Ta' Melayu Hilang di-Dunia? Tak ingat pun." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, he started, "Oh! Bukannya Ta' Melayu Hilang di-Dunia. Silap tu. Tok tak pernah cakap macam tu..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Habis tu?" I asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Masa tu Tok tengah pergi masjid untuk sembahyang Maghrib. Isteri Tok ikut sekali. Dia tengah ambil air sembahyang di tepi perigi, kemudian kakinya tergelincir. Dia terjatuh masuk. Orang ramal pun menjerit-jerit sebab perigi itu dalam. Apa lagi, Tok pun terjunlah untuk selamatkan dia. Isteri Tok bukan sebarang orang, namanya Tun Sa'odah, anak Bendahara Tun Perak." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kemudian?" I urged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bila Tok bawak dia naik, Temenggung Tun Mutahir ketawa. Katanya, Tok sayang betul pada isteri Tok. Tok pun jawab, "Mestilah... Ta' Isteriku Hilang di-Telaga. Jadi, mungkin orang silap dengar...!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tok Tuah stayed with our family for more than six months. He stayed at home in the first few weeks but he felt guilty not doing anything to contribute. So, one morning, he followed Abah to work. Abah was manager of a factory in Sungai Buluh which made video tapes and CDs. They needed a new 'jaga' or watchman. Tok Tuah got the job. Abah said, "Who better to guard us than the great Malay admiral Hang Tuah?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workers got along well with him. Amin, Abah's driver, said that Tok Tuah told them lots of funny jokes about Sultan Mansor of Melaka and his fifteen wives. Tok Tuah also got to know Rajalinggam, the sweeper, who he said reminded him of Mani Purindan, the father of Bendahara Tun Ali. Like Rajalinggam, Mani Purindan too came from Tamil Nadu and cooked delicious dhal curry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, my teacher at school said, "Tomorrow I want you all to bring a model of an old artefact. Then I want you all to explain its importance in front of the whole history class." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilmi (always the teacher's pet) spent days working on a matchstick model of the Kuala Lumpur Railway Station. Azraai decided to build a spaceship instead. Eqhwan bought Anuar's origami keris for fifteen dollars and brought that to school. Farid asked his imaginary friend to draw a picture of Mel Gibson as Sir William Wallace. I? Well, I just brought Tok Tuah along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher was flabbergasted. She said, "Why have you brought this 'jaga' along?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, "He's not just a 'jaga'. He's the great warrior Hang Tuah!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher said, "I'll call your father and tell him you're playing jokes in class." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please, Cikgu. Just listen to what he has to say," I insisted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tok Tuah stood in front of the class. He coughed. My teacher sighed. I smiled. My friends sneered. "Assalamualaikum," he said. "Wa'alaikum Salam," we answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tok Tuah began his speech. He started out by saying that the Melaka we read about in the history books was very different from the real Melaka. He explained how the Sultan used to let anyone come to the palace with any complaints at all, and he would settle it there and then. He told us that he and his four friends used to go on tours to Pahang and Terengganu and Ujung Tanah, even to Siam, on great galliards with five big sails. He described to us that Melaka had 120,000 citizens, each of whom had land and houses of their own and that no beggars were allowed to go even a day without food and shelter. He mimicked Sultan Mansor's snarl, and Tun Perak's twitching handlebar moustaches and Jebat's swaggering walk. Finally, he told us how Melaka got corrupted by its wealth and warned us not to do the same now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, Tok Tuah got a standing ovation. Even Teacher clapped. I? I got an 'A' for History. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tok Tuah died seven weeks after that. He was 542 years old. It was during the Puasa month and he took the LRT from Sungai Buluh. He wanted to stop and buy some sweetmeats (he absolutely loved 'pau kaya'). When he arrived at Chow Kit station, he collapsed on the platform with a massive stroke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rushed him in an ambulance to Kuala Lumpur General Hospital but he was already gone. He didn't feel a thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We buried him at Ampang Cemetery, right across from the grave of Tan Sri P. Ramlee, who played him in that film. I visit the grave sometimes just to tell him that I'm now a lecturer in Malay History at Leyden University. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the day he walked through my door. It's as if it was just yesterday. Ah, well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did I tell you I met King Henry VIII whilst I was studying in Cambridge? He worked as a night porter at my college. But that, as they say, is a different story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAMAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story was taken from &lt;a href="http://www.cumas.org/cd/articles/memories/hangtuah/index.htm"&gt;http://www.cumas.org/cd/articles/memories/hangtuah/index.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al-Fatihah to Arwah Adlan Benan Omar who passed away on January 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May he rest in peace. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-3017603063474924173?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/3017603063474924173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=3017603063474924173' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/3017603063474924173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/3017603063474924173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-i-love-this-story-so-much.html' title='OMG, i love this story so much.'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-7010298079792270080</id><published>2008-12-09T09:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:07:40.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camsialje.</title><content type='html'>fakap la ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku bagitau salah, tak bagitau pun salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas ni kalau aku tak bagitau langsung? aku gak yg kena balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah bagitau reason dah pun. still nak salahkan aku jugak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, lantak lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pegi mampos sama kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;titik.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-7010298079792270080?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/7010298079792270080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=7010298079792270080' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7010298079792270080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7010298079792270080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/12/camsialje.html' title='camsialje.'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-6195430108749999190</id><published>2008-12-03T01:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:56:14.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; : Post ni takde kene mengene ngan siri tv LOST. Sila sambung google jika kamu mencari informasi tentang rancangan itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lost. Apa yg aku lost? Nak kata duit, mmg byk dah la. Sesapa yg tau tu tau la. Yg taktau buat2 tau dah la ye. Lost dari segi perasaan. Boleh ek ilang mende tu. Tapi mmg betul. Aku dah takde perasaan dah skrg ni.Entahla jebon oi. Aku ni jenis yg mudah terpedaya ke? Ke aku nih senang kesian. Tapi siyes, aku mmg mcm ni. Aku tak suka bermuka-muka, aku ada satu muka je. Bukan mukabuku ye. Muka aku sendiri. Dan aku tau kelemahan aku, cepat kesian kat org. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi tu la padahnya. Akibat terlalu mempercayai dan meng-kesiankan org lain, diri aku yg menerima akibat. Tak apa, aku terima kesilapan dan kesalahan aku. Dan lepas ni menjadi pengajaran buat aku supaya jgn terlalu meletak kepercayaan pada org.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kalau nak kira berapa banyak aku *lost*, berdasarkan kiraan kasar je mmg nampak banyak. Tapi kalau kiraan halus? Tak termasuk mahluk halus, mmg laaaaaaagi banyak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apa la aku merepek nih. Slalu kalau entry ala2 camnih, mula la aku nak senti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku dah dptkan penjelasan abg dia. Akan kutunggu dia contact aku. Kalau dia or abg dia nak lari camtu je, siap la. Aku panggil angkatan-angkatan askar aku pegi menyerang. Dia takleh nak lari mana. Umah abg dia aku tau. Apa-apahal boleh roger gi sana je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Arghhhhhhh aku bosan. Bosan nak rindu-rindu. Duhhhhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Ternampak 'seseorang'. Tapi tak sanggup nak berhadapan.. cukuplah aku hanya mengintai dari jauh........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-6195430108749999190?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/6195430108749999190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=6195430108749999190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/6195430108749999190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/6195430108749999190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost.html' title='Lost.'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-4826997420913443686</id><published>2008-11-28T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:26:45.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peneman setia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;yeke? aku rasa bukan.. aku bukanlah seperti yg kau nyatakan..&lt;br /&gt;kalau betul aku peneman setia, kau takkan bersangka sebegitu terhadap aku, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sudahlah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mulut mmg sedap berbicara..&lt;br /&gt;apa definisi peneman setia pada kau?&lt;br /&gt;aku rasa kau sendiri boleh berfikir dan mentafsir apa ertinya, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudahlah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku dah penat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penat melayan kerenah-kerenah manusia yg kononnya layak aku percayai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;namun itu semua adalah dusta semata.&lt;br /&gt;aku dipergunakan sebaik-baiknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagus kawan, bagus. lepas ini buat lagi ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan semestinya lepas ini aku takkan percaya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pergilah kau hidup bahagia bersama sangkaan-sangkaan kau itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sesungguhnya aku ini tak layak bercakap apa-apa mengenai kau.&lt;br /&gt;siapalah aku, kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau perfect. aku tak. kau manusia bionic. aku manusia biasa. kau bakal menjadi pendita terulung, sungguh hebat, gah di serata dunia. aku hanya insan kerdil. insan yg bisa membuat kesilapan. tapi kau tidak. kau sungggguhhhhhhhhhh la sempurna. kan? tak pernah langsung membuat silap, sekali pun tidak. oh sungguh istimewa, sempurna. Kenapa lah Malaysia Book of Records tak tercatat nama kau ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maka hiduplah kau sesempurna hidupmu itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok aku nak buat kerja.&lt;br /&gt;nanti ada yang kata aku buat kerja makan gaji haram, berak keluar taik haram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-4826997420913443686?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/4826997420913443686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=4826997420913443686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/4826997420913443686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/4826997420913443686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/11/peneman-setia.html' title='peneman setia'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-7524406068493369702</id><published>2008-11-27T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:37:46.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trust no one!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;this moment, right at this very moment,&lt;br /&gt;i came to realize that..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no one..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nobody..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;can be trusted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-7524406068493369702?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/7524406068493369702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=7524406068493369702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7524406068493369702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7524406068493369702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/11/trust-no-one.html' title='trust no one!!'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-2113202713837598197</id><published>2008-11-21T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:25:04.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lirik/Lagu Kegemaran'/><title type='text'>Kill The Lights!!</title><content type='html'>Danja Intro [Radio News Break]&lt;br /&gt;"Ladies and Gentlemen, we interrupt our program of Dance Music, to bring you a special bulletin from the intercontinental radio news. Our very own Pop Princess -now Queen of Pop, has a special announcement she will like to make.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm ready for my close up..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like me&lt;br /&gt;I don't like you, It don't matter (Who?)&lt;br /&gt;Only difference&lt;br /&gt;You still listen, I don't have to (Who?)&lt;br /&gt;In one ear and&lt;br /&gt;Out the other, I don't need you (Who?)&lt;br /&gt;Your words don't stick&lt;br /&gt;I ain't perfect, but you ain't either (Who?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your feeling groggily (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;I ain't even lose no sleep (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;Theres more to me than what you see (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't like me when I'm angry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Photographer&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm ready for my close-up tonight&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you catch me from my good side pick one&lt;br /&gt;These other (HA) just wanna be me&lt;br /&gt;Is that money in your pocket?&lt;br /&gt;Or you happy to see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill the Lights!&lt;br /&gt;(Take 'em out, turn 'em off, break 'em down)&lt;br /&gt;Kill the Lights!&lt;br /&gt;(Don't be scared, make a move, see me now?)&lt;br /&gt;Kill the Lights!&lt;br /&gt;(I've seen you, watching me, watching you)&lt;br /&gt;Kill the Lights!&lt;br /&gt;You can't handle the truth&lt;br /&gt;What happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KILL&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Pure&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Satis&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Faction&lt;br /&gt;I KILL&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Lights&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Camera&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KILL&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Pure&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Satis&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Faction&lt;br /&gt;I KILL&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Lights&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Camera&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the flashin', tryin' to cash-in&lt;br /&gt;Hurts my eyes&lt;br /&gt;All the poses, out of focus&lt;br /&gt;I despise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eff me over, your exposure&lt;br /&gt;Not the best&lt;br /&gt;You want me bad, I want you out&lt;br /&gt;Release this stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Photographer&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm ready for my close-up tonight&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you catch me from my good side pick one&lt;br /&gt;These other just wanna be me&lt;br /&gt;Is that money in your pocket?&lt;br /&gt;Or you happy to see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill the Lights!&lt;br /&gt;(Take 'em out, turn 'em off, break 'em down)&lt;br /&gt;Kill the Lights!&lt;br /&gt;(Don't be scared, make a move, see me now?)&lt;br /&gt;Kill the Lights!&lt;br /&gt;(I've seen you, watching me, watching you)&lt;br /&gt;Kill the Lights!&lt;br /&gt;You can't handle the truth&lt;br /&gt;What happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KILL&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Pure&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Satis&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Faction&lt;br /&gt;I KILL&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Lights&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Camera&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KILL&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Pure&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Satis&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Faction&lt;br /&gt;I KILL&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Lights&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Camera&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the star now, welcome to the big league&lt;br /&gt;They all want a pic, they all wanna see, see, see&lt;br /&gt;What you're made of... what you're gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Is life gonna get the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill the Lights!&lt;br /&gt;(Take 'em out, turn 'em off, break 'em down)&lt;br /&gt;Kill the Lights!&lt;br /&gt;(Don't be scared, make a move, see me now?)&lt;br /&gt;Kill the Lights!&lt;br /&gt;(I've seen you, watching me, watching you)&lt;br /&gt;Kill the Lights!&lt;br /&gt;You can't handle the truth&lt;br /&gt;What happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KILL&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Pure&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Satis&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Faction&lt;br /&gt;I KILL&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Lights&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Camera&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KILL&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Pure&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Satis&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Faction&lt;br /&gt;I KILL&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Lights&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Camera&lt;br /&gt;The Lights Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Laughter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aku suka gilak lagu inihh.. hahahaha (u know why) :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-2113202713837598197?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/2113202713837598197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=2113202713837598197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;teramat-amat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;benci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd&lt;br /&gt;kedua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEREKA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUKTAMAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jgn cari aku lagi...&lt;br /&gt;Jgn jumpa aku lagi..&lt;br /&gt;Jgn fikir ttg aku lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan, jangan dan jangan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-573781374610795581?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/573781374610795581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=573781374610795581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/573781374610795581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/573781374610795581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/11/full-stop.html' title='full stop.'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-1855446019054484118</id><published>2008-11-17T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:21:09.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terima Kasih Cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tersadar didalam sepiku&lt;br /&gt;Setelah jauh melangkah&lt;br /&gt;Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku&lt;br /&gt;Kembali dalam dekap tanganmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih cinta untuk segalanya&lt;br /&gt;Kau berikan lagi kesempatan itu&lt;br /&gt;Tak akan terulang lagi&lt;br /&gt;Semua kesalahanku yang pernah menyakitimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpamu tiada berarti&lt;br /&gt;Tak mampu lagi berdiri&lt;br /&gt;Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku&lt;br /&gt;Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih cinta untuk segalanya&lt;br /&gt;Kau berikan lagi kesempatan itu&lt;br /&gt;Tak akan terulang lagi&lt;br /&gt;Semua kesalahanku yang pernah menyakitimu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara tak langsung aku menjadi senti.&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya gara-gara blog dia. (Gatal pegi baca buat hape? Bongok.)&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-1855446019054484118?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/1855446019054484118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=1855446019054484118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/1855446019054484118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/1855446019054484118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/11/terima-kasih-cinta.html' title='Terima Kasih Cinta'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-1931767828438713787</id><published>2008-11-17T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:13:26.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warkah</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Takkan lagi aku menunggu&lt;br /&gt;Kau hadir di dalam mimpi-mimpiku&lt;br /&gt;Puasku mengharapkan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Seperti mereka yang punya cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diriku tanpa dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Kau tempuhi penuh bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Diriku mahu kau tahu&lt;br /&gt;Pedih ini kau tak terasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warkahku mengharapkan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Seperti yang aku kenali dulu&lt;br /&gt;Setiaku menantikan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Seperti setianya terhadap diriku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapiku melepaskan mu&lt;br /&gt;Melangkah namun tak berdaya&lt;br /&gt;Terusku terus menunggu&lt;br /&gt;Cinta yang takkan pernah ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-1931767828438713787?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/1931767828438713787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=1931767828438713787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/1931767828438713787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/1931767828438713787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/11/warkah.html' title='Warkah'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-3401236923259035485</id><published>2008-11-17T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:09:05.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entahlah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Janji.. apa ada pada janji? Manusia mmg mudah menabur janji.. jika apa yg dihajati telah pun dpt. Selainnya akan dilupakan. Fitrah manusia... Wallahualam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat kata-kata ini,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't let someone become a priority in your life, when you are just an option in their life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benarkah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entahlah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-3401236923259035485?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/3401236923259035485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=3401236923259035485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/3401236923259035485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/3401236923259035485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/11/entahlah.html' title='Entahlah.'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-7306046834336666472</id><published>2008-09-12T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:27:48.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sound straight from the twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Has me up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I can't fall asleep 'cause I keep thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I saw a shadow outside my window and it's you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; All my sorrows flew away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hush, keep quiet, hear me say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I don't ever want you to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Please stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; With the moonlight dancing free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And there's no one but you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; There's no reason to go astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Please stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Making up a story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's the way you're looking at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; If you think that this is funny, it's just you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Try and think about it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; If you're heart is closed don't lock it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Keep your keys back in your pocket,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Think this through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please stay with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Just stay with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and I will take you to Foreverland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Just stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estrella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-7306046834336666472?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/7306046834336666472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=7306046834336666472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7306046834336666472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7306046834336666472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/09/stay.html' title='Stay'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-3099490209684946190</id><published>2008-09-04T08:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:31:31.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dan sebenarnya</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh bulan&lt;br /&gt;enggan melayan diriku lagi&lt;br /&gt;pabila&lt;br /&gt;airmata membasahi pipi&lt;br /&gt;dah lagu lagu di radio&lt;br /&gt;seolah olah memerli aku&lt;br /&gt;pabila&lt;br /&gt;kau bersama yang lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adakah perasaan benci ini&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnya cinta&lt;br /&gt;yang masih&lt;br /&gt;bersemadi untukmu&lt;br /&gt;dan sebenarnya ku mengharapkan&lt;br /&gt;disebalik senyuman mu itu&lt;br /&gt;kau juga&lt;br /&gt;merindui aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku enggan&lt;br /&gt;berpura pura ku bahagia&lt;br /&gt;ku enggan&lt;br /&gt;melihat kau bersama si dia&lt;br /&gt;oh ku akui cemburu&lt;br /&gt;mula menular dalam diri&lt;br /&gt;pabila&lt;br /&gt;kau bersama yang lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pabila kau merenung matanya&lt;br /&gt;ku rebah&lt;br /&gt;jatuh ke bumi&lt;br /&gt;disaat kau benar benar mahu pergi&lt;br /&gt;seperti&lt;br /&gt;ku bernafas dalam air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan sebenarnya&lt;br /&gt;aku rindu&lt;br /&gt;aku tak mampu&lt;br /&gt;tanpamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-3099490209684946190?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/3099490209684946190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=3099490209684946190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/3099490209684946190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/3099490209684946190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/09/dan-sebenarnya.html' title='dan sebenarnya'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-8647566779017767064</id><published>2008-09-01T00:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:29:40.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak apa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Friday i was asking someone (actually she's a friend, but not anymore, i guess.) about my own money tht she loaned from me.  Before that, i already asked for thousand times since last 2 weeks.  I dunno if it was my stupidity or what but knowing me, if a fren asking me for help, i cant resist myself to give a helping hand.  What a sweetie, am I? It cursed me, i think.  Ok, letme tell u what happened 2 weeks before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First, i told her tht am in need of money so i ask if she cud give me the money (my money lah kan) and she told me back tht she will give me esoknya.  Ok, i wait.  Then esoknya lagi i asked her again.  She said sorry, she cant give but she promised to minggu depan.  Ok, aku yang baik hati ni, tunggu lah lagi kan.Tak apa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Second.  Minggu depannya, aku tengok dia dah tak online YM. Fuck.  I sensed a twinge of being cheated.  Tak apa.  Tgk dua tiga hari lagi. I give her another chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tak apa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kebetulan, celaka berdua tu datang mengacau aku kan.  So i decided to change my phone number.  Then I continued to stalk (stalk tuh!) her again.  Called her thousand times. Using my new number. She didn't even answer to every single call from me. I bet she even ignored any unknown numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tak apa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entah macam mana, satu hari, aku dapat panggilan dari satu nombor yang agak asing.  Nombor hp yg berpangkal dari Perak.  Aku rasa macam boleh agak..yg peliknya bila aku angkat, dia tak bersuara. Then letak. Apakah? Aku tertanya-tanya..siapa tuh. Tapi aku rasa aku tahu jawapannya. Oo..nak main-main ye. Takpe. I'll play your game if you want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tak apa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esoknya, aku membuat panggilan ke atas nombor tersebut. Terdengar suara perempuan tua. Aku sengaja menembak secara rawak, menanyakan namanya. Lucky me, tht old lady answered that the person i was asking is not there. She's in KL. Yess.. i was damn right. It's her. So why in the first place she called my new number but refuse to answer to my calls? Only god knows. Hmm..Tak apa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So next week as in last friday, she YM-ed me. I was surprised that she stayed invisible. Oh..all these while she's been online but hiding. Hiding from me, obviously. I didn't have a chance to ask her, dia terus-terusan meminta maaf kepada aku. Kononnya dia tak berniat nak lari. Eh, i didnt say anything pun. Why dia nak terasa pulak aku tuduh dia kan. Faham-faham sendiri la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dan aku tanpa bertangguh, terus menanyakan pada dia, bila yang dia nak bagi tu. Oh, bermula lah episod beribu alasan lagi. Again. Dem. I shoud have known it. Aku rasa macam dah lali je dengar. Tak apa lah. Layan je game dia. Petang dia memintak nombor akaun bank aku untuk kesenangan dia memasukkan duit tu nanti. Ya lah, bila agaknya. Malamnya aku saja check online banking. Tiada perubahan pada angka baki akaunku. Sah lah dia hanya bermain sandiwara. Ewah bahasa aku. Aku geram, terus sms dia dgn bahasa yg agak separa kasar. Oh jangan salah sangka. Aku tak maki dia pun. Cuma pesanan-pesanan terakhir aku yang bergelar sahabat untuk kali terakhir. Dia tak menjawab. Dan itu sahaja sampai lah sekarang. Tiada apa berita dari dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tak apa. Sampai bila? Aku pun tak tahu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-8647566779017767064?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/8647566779017767064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=8647566779017767064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/8647566779017767064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/8647566779017767064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/09/tak-apa.html' title='Tak apa.'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-892339382730389653</id><published>2008-08-30T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T17:15:40.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Determination..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeap.. i am determined. I have made my decision. This time i want to concentrate more on myself. I have set my vision.. By next week, am going to buy a laptop, which is am going to use it for my own biz. I have list down several things that am going to buy. Lotsa things to do.. lotsa plans.. i hope i will make it this time. Insya-Allah.. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-892339382730389653?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/892339382730389653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=892339382730389653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/892339382730389653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/892339382730389653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/08/determination.html' title='Determination..'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-6153185066628788106</id><published>2008-08-29T19:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:29:31.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta Dalam Hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9w3SSIMIPBg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9w3SSIMIPBg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mungkin ini memang jalan takdirku&lt;br /&gt;Mengagumi tanpa dicintai&lt;br /&gt;Tak mengapa bagiku asal kau pun bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Dengan hidupmu, dalam hidupmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telah lama ku pendam perasaan itu&lt;br /&gt;Menunggu hatimu menyambut diriku&lt;br /&gt;Tak mengapa bagiku cintaimu pun adalah&lt;br /&gt;Bahagia untukku, bahagia untukku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku ingin kau tahu diriku di sini menanti dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Meski ku tunggu hingga hujung waktuku&lt;br /&gt;Dan berharap rasa ini kan abadi untuk selamanya&lt;br /&gt;Dan izinkan aku memeluk dirimu kali ini saja&lt;br /&gt;Tuk ucapkan selamat tinggal untuk selamanya&lt;br /&gt;Dan biarkan rasa ini bahagia untuk sekejap saja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Ungu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-6153185066628788106?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/6153185066628788106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=6153185066628788106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/6153185066628788106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/6153185066628788106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/08/cinta-dalam-hati.html' title='Cinta Dalam Hati'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-1641904562770668547</id><published>2008-08-29T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:05:53.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta Ini Membunuhku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kau membuat, ku berantakan&lt;br /&gt;Kau membuat, ku tak karuan&lt;br /&gt;Kau membuat, ku tak berdaya&lt;br /&gt;Kau menolak ku, acuhkan diri ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana, caranya untuk&lt;br /&gt;Meruntuhkan, kerasnya hati mu&lt;br /&gt;Ku sadari, ku tak sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak seperti, yang kau inginkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau hancurkan aku dengan sikap mu&lt;br /&gt;Tak sadarkah kau telah menyakiti ku&lt;br /&gt;Lelah hati ini meyakinkan mu&lt;br /&gt;Cinta ini, membunuh ku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by d'Masiv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-1641904562770668547?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/1641904562770668547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=1641904562770668547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/1641904562770668547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/1641904562770668547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/08/cinta-ini-membunuhku.html' title='Cinta Ini Membunuhku'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-65840997769285365</id><published>2008-08-29T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:38:42.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadi laaa..heheh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The government appreciates the increased productivity and contribution of civil servants towards national development. The Goverment will provide a bonus of one-month salary, subject to a minimum of RM1,000 for 2008. The bonus will be paid in two instalments, namely in September and December 2008."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah. Jadi laa.. dari takde langsung kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-65840997769285365?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/65840997769285365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=65840997769285365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/65840997769285365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/65840997769285365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/08/jadi-laaaheheh.html' title='Jadi laaa..heheh.'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-5399507895202891913</id><published>2008-08-28T16:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:11:44.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bongok.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 minggu yg lepas, aku di datangi oleh 2 org yg amat aku &lt;em&gt;banned&lt;/em&gt; buat masa ni. Geram teramat sangat sbb aku diganggu.. di office plak tu. Bangang betul. Sehari sebelumnya aku menerima sms dr si lelaki itu menyatakan bahawa si perempuan itu sedang mencari aku skrg ini. Eh, kenapa pulak aku yg nak di &lt;em&gt;attack&lt;/em&gt; sedangkan aku takde apa-apa hutang piutang pun dgn dia. Aku mengesyaki bahawa si lelaki itu telah kantoi dgn si perempuan itu makanya aku diminta untuk mengesahkan hubungan kami. (kononnya). Helloooo, aku dah takde apa-apa dgn si lelaki itu occay, si lelaki itu yg terus-terusan menghubungi aku setiap minggu sedangkan aku sikit pun tak hingin n tak kuasa nak layan. Yg buat aku hangin si lelaki itu nak men &lt;em&gt;direc&lt;/em&gt;t si perempuan itu kat aku buat apa? Setel la sendiri masalah kau. Dah nak kahwin pun. Apa ada kena mengena dgn aku. Berjuta-juta kali si perempuan itu menelefon aku namun sekali pun tak aku angkat. Lantak kau la. Suka-suka nak kacau aku, aku tak kacau idup kau pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat episod miss call berakhir hari tu juga namun tekaan ku meleset. Dlm pkl 11 am aku menerima panggilan dari bdk reception tingkat bawah, bunyi nya lebih kurang begini.&lt;br /&gt;"Awak, ada buat appointment dgn org ke hari ni?" Aku yg agak surprise, tanya la dia balik.&lt;br /&gt;"Uiks, mana ada. Sapa yg dtg wak? Saya mana ada buat appointment dgn sesapa arini." Sudahnya bdk tu dah gelabah.&lt;br /&gt;"Alamak wak, saya dah hantar diorang naik atas la. Awak bgtau la reception. Sori wak saya tak tau sbb dia ckp ada buat apptment dgn awak so sy hantar la diorang naik."&lt;br /&gt;"Diorang? Ramai ke? Sape yg dtg nih. Camne rupa diorang?" tanyaku, terkujat.&lt;br /&gt;"2 org wak. Laki, pompuan" jelasnya.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh.. giloss"&lt;br /&gt;"Nape wak?"&lt;br /&gt;"Takde pe. Takpe la" aku dah mula mengeluh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..camne nak buat nih. Aku dah mula bengang. Call bdk reception dpn tak angkat pulak. Grrr. Sakit nye hati. Tetiba dpt sms dr si lelaki itu. "Sy dah sampai". Huh, suka hati dia je. Aku tak reply, mau pun call. Tak lama selepas tu dia call. Aku tak angkat. Tak kuasa. Tapi takkan nak biar mcm tu je. Aku taknak jumpa dia mau pun si perempuan itu. Apahal kan, suka-suka nak serang aku nih. Last-last aku buat keputusan pg bilik Naz. Lantak korang la..sapa suruh dtg tak inform, siap tipu lagi tuh. Aku tgh busy, suka-suka je masuk opis org. Berjuta2 misscall n sms aku dpt. Aku buat taktau je. Skali bdk reception sms aku. "Akak kat mane? Ada org nk jumpe ni. Hal urgent, dtg dr Alor Setar." Peeerghhh. Sikit punye hebat alasan dia bg. Jauhh tuuu. Sanggup gile babas dtg dari Alor Setar. Yelah sangat. Macam aku taktau dorang dari mana. Aku tak reply pun sms bdk tu. Tapi bila pikir-pikir balik, karang aku nak balik kene keluar pintu dpn, jumpa diorang jgk. Dah sasah tunggu selagi aku tak kuar. Iskh..tensi aku dibuatnya. Agak-agak dah masuk lunch time, aku berkira-kira utk menimbangkan keputusan utk jumpa. Time nih apa nak jadi pun jadi la. Aku dah tak kuasa nak layan, jumpa pun sekadar nak menegakkan hak aku. Hak ape pun aku taktau. So aku sms si lelaki itu suruh dia tunggu aku di luar, dpn lift. Aku bgtau yg aku sibuk, ada meeting lepas tu n boleh jumpa kejap je. Dia jawab, "Pls tunggu nak jumpa kejap je, 5 minit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka aku pun menunggu la diorang kt dpn lift. Apa nak jadi, jadilah. Kau yg dtg nak jumpa aku kan. Tak lama lepas tu ada 2 mahkluk kluar dr pintu lift. Aku tgk je. Wah, si perempuan itu bila nampak je muka aku, terussss berubah wajah. Makin menyampah n hangin aku dibuatnya bila tgk muka si perempuan itu. Dah la datang tak berjemput, dah jumpa nak buat muka dgn aku plak. Banyak cantik la sgt. Si lelaki itu dah mula gelabah. Aku tak tunggu lama terus tanya apahal semua ni, ada ape masalah sampai datang jauh2 bagai. Si lelaki terus meng explain kat aku bahawa si perempuan di blakang tuh tak habis2 mau tau status dgn dia dgn aku camana. Ya Allah, sebab tu aje dia dtg? Nak clarify benda yg tah hapa-hapa, yg tak logik, yg dah lapuk punya cerita? Adui, datang balik semput aku. Sah aku masuk hospital balik nanti. Bertambah2 hangin aku dgr ayat demi ayat dia sambil di sampuk oleh perempuan itu. Amboii, suka-suka hati kau je nak menuduh aku. Laki kau tu yg sibuk-sibuk cari aku apsal? Muka si lelaki dah mcm tertelan sabun je. Si perempuan pulak mula nak naik syeh sbb tak puas hati dgn aku. Ada jgk kena lempang jap lagi. Aku sabarkan je tgk jam dah nak dkt habis lunch. Aku mula buat muka dan menyatakan aku harus pergi skrg sbb ada meeting yg menunggu. Sudahnya si lelaki itu suruh aku masuk ke dalam n kalau ada apa-apa dia akan contact aku. Si perempuan bertambah-tambah la muka 'shit' nya mendengarkan laki tersayang dia berkata begitu. Oi, tak kuasa nak layan laa. Takat laki kau tu aku dah &lt;em&gt;banned&lt;/em&gt; pun. Aku sakit hati dan terus mencapai pintu belakang n menghempas dgn kuat. Lantak la sapa nak dgr ke nak terkejut ke tak ku peduli. Tutup je pintu, dada aku rasa nak pecah. Rasa nak hantuk kepala kat dinding pun ada. Rasa nak menangis pun ada, bukan nangis sbb sedih. Sebab bengang nak mampus punya pasal. Ahhh, persetan la. Aku buat keputusan utk menukar no telefon. Aku paling benci nak tukar no. nih sbb tak kuasa nak bgtau semua org. Nak tanak terpaksa. Hmm..sakit jiwa layan manusia mcm nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bongok.....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-5399507895202891913?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/5399507895202891913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=5399507895202891913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/5399507895202891913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/5399507895202891913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/08/bongok.html' title='Bongok.'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-6744503955512682449</id><published>2008-08-28T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:41:21.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tried to take a picture &lt;br /&gt;Of love &lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I'd miss her &lt;br /&gt;That much &lt;br /&gt;I want to fill this new frame &lt;br /&gt;But its empty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to write a letter &lt;br /&gt;In ink &lt;br /&gt;Its been getting better &lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;br /&gt;I got a piece of paper &lt;br /&gt;But its empty &lt;br /&gt;Its empty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying &lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart &lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing &lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts &lt;br /&gt;We're empty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've even wondered &lt;br /&gt;If we &lt;br /&gt;Should be getting under &lt;br /&gt;These sheets &lt;br /&gt;We could lie in this bed &lt;br /&gt;But its empty &lt;br /&gt;Its empty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying &lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart &lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing &lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts &lt;br /&gt;We're empty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Oooooh &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying &lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart &lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing &lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts &lt;br /&gt;We're empty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're empty &lt;br /&gt;We're empty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will we end up getting hurt &lt;br /&gt;Is this love a myth &lt;br /&gt;So tell me are you in for this &lt;br /&gt;There's so much more than we can see &lt;br /&gt;More than you &lt;br /&gt;More than me &lt;br /&gt;It takes two to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's our first mistake &lt;br /&gt;And baby that's alright &lt;br /&gt;It's crazy how we lost ourselves tonight &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's our first mistake &lt;br /&gt;And baby that's alright &lt;br /&gt;It's crazy how we lost ourselves tonight &lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why they say that we should give it time &lt;br /&gt;But time is not enough &lt;br /&gt;And that's the reason why when you're young you fall in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the reason why &lt;br /&gt;When you're young you fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;em&gt;The Click Five&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-6744503955512682449?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/6744503955512682449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=6744503955512682449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/6744503955512682449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/6744503955512682449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/08/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-4408543695737890250</id><published>2008-08-28T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:11:14.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bosan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SLYbTxCTxsI/AAAAAAAAABw/IhdsGjn0QyI/s1600-h/Bored-Baby-1284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SLYbTxCTxsI/AAAAAAAAABw/IhdsGjn0QyI/s320/Bored-Baby-1284.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239405242886637250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sejak akhir-akhir ni..hidupku terasa amat bosan. Aku tak tahu kenapa..mungkin disebabkan hari-hari melalui proses yg sama..tiada apa yg baru. Mungkin juga kerana byk masalah yg membelenggu diri, bertimpa-timpa. Bosan dgn hidup? Ntahla.. Aku tahu, aku harus bangkit dari semua ini.. Org di sekeliling juga tak byk membantu.. Serasa ingin pergi ke suatu tempat yg jauh dari semua.. Hmm.. Minggu depan dah nak puasa. Kelmarin, tiba-tiba terdetik.. teringat pd arwah mak. Secara tak langsung airmata menitis laju..aku teramat rindukan dia. Tiba bulan puasa..dia lah yg sibuk membebel suruh buat itu, ini.. Tahun ni kali kedua aku menyambut puasa dan raya tanpa arwah mak. Arwah abah, masuk 10 thn. Haiz.. makin sepi hidup aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tiba-tiba teringat lagu ni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ketika aku dibelai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kasih sayang mu terindah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kau tersenyum bila melihat diri ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kini ku telah dewasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kasih dirimu tak berbelah bagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hanya pada diriku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seharum bunga indah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pelukanmu itu sayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bak awan biru melindungiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hanyalah kasihmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yang aku perlu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tiada duanya untuk kubandingkan darimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hanyalah kasihmu.... ohh ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Biarlah bersemadi dalam hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Buat selamanya ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kau ternilai bagi diri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kesungguhanmu mendewasakanku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Andai semua berubah akhirnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sinarmu hilang selamanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kasih Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-4408543695737890250?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/4408543695737890250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=4408543695737890250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/4408543695737890250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/4408543695737890250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/08/bosan.html' title='Bosan..'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SLYbTxCTxsI/AAAAAAAAABw/IhdsGjn0QyI/s72-c/Bored-Baby-1284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-9017797658806953304</id><published>2008-08-17T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:13:41.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nan setitik jadikan laut,nan sekepal jadikan gunung.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKfyiusavMI/AAAAAAAAABA/k6sIhec6J_k/s1600-h/Ibu+Zain.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKfyiusavMI/AAAAAAAAABA/k6sIhec6J_k/s320/Ibu+Zain.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235419770305297602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those title was an excerpt from a song of 'Teater Muzikal Ibu Zain'. Am not a fan of teater actually, but to see one, theres no harm, isn't it? Maka aku pun pegi la ke Istana Budaya malam tadi.. tepat 8.30 mlm aku sampai.. tgk kat ruang legar still ramai lagi. So gi amik tiket kat kaunter.. dpt seat depan tuh. hehehe. Bila pikir2 balik, berfaedah sbnarnye tgk teater ni. Byk benda bleh blaja. Lagi2 teater ala patriotik sejarah..kadang kita tak aware pun sejarah2 org dulu2, camne dorang pertahankan tanah melayu etc. Kalau tau pun dlm buku teks. Itu pun bukan seme ingat kan. So bila tgk persembahan visual camni kita dpt merasai keperitan pejuang tanahair, dptla menghayati mcmana peritnye dorang nk merdeka kan negara kita nih kan. Dalam pada tu, ada la jgk few celebs yg dtg tgk.. yg aku nampak is Radhi Khalid, Safura (laki dia berlakon, dtg la tgk kan), Dato' Fadzilah Kamsah, Zaibo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall persembahan ni mmg bagus, teruja gak aku tgk walaupun agak sengal la jgk lutut aku duduk 3 jam dlm panggung tu, hehe. Keberkesanan pelakon2nya membuatkan aku tak bergerak kecuali punggung aku dh agak tak tahan sengal :p Byk jugak scene2 yg mencuit hati..sbb dialog yg dorang gunakan agak sempoi, takdela baku sgt. Yela slalu kalau teater zaman dulu2 ni agak tipikal dgn bahasa bakunye kan. Mungkin salah satu cara tanak org bosan kot. Teater ni diarahkan oleh Rosminah Mohd Tahir (ASWARA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.avriliza.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKKRoAoKCmkAAA7UXO41/d-chegus.jpg?et=uiZEEevaZFl%2BeG0MIeEsGg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paling aku suka bila scene che'gu bertiga tuh.. che'gu Munah, che'gu Ramlah n che'gu Jumilah. Satu panggung gelak dgrkan dorang bersyair sempoi..hehehe. Sape yg gi tgk tau la camne ;) N lain2 scene, cam scene budak2..dorang pun salah satu elemen penting yg membuatkan teater ni jd menarik. But the most suspense is bila scene zaman jepun menyerang, mmg real dorang buat, satu panggung breathtaking bila sorang nippon tuh heret sorang pompan, tarik rambut n buat aksi ala2 nak mencabul pompan ittew. awww. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.avriliza.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKKSPAoKCmkAACoX6A41/avaa-cat.jpg?et=5pGwdoG%2BpZ2wa7jKthZxkw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKfzU9JhvnI/AAAAAAAAABI/eFKpAI-BQ44/s320/Avaa-Cat-Leza.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235420633178947186" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Satu lagi scene yg kononnya org dok gusip2 watak Avaa Vanja yg jadik mubaligh tu..aku rasa takde ape sgt. Sbb dr situ bila kita tgk, rasa mcm proud bila tgk Ibu Zain mempertahankan iman dia dr dipengaruhi oleh Ms Shellabear utk menghasut dia masuk Kristian. Part yg aku suka lebih kurang camni.. Ibu Zain menerangkan pd Ms. Shellabear, "Saya dah baca Bible dan Al-Quran, kedua-duanya saya faham" pastu dia tanya kt Ms. Shellabear, "Ms. Shellabear dah baca Bible?" (lebih kurang la dialog dia) pastu Ms. Shellabear angguk. "Ms. Shellabear dh baca Quran?" Ms. Shellabear agak teragak2 dan menjawab dgn slang English nye, "Buat apa saya perlu baca Quran? Saya org putih. Tak perlu baca" camtu la agak dialog dia. pastu satu panggung gelak, haha. Then Ibu Zain bertanya pd Ms Ruth "Ms. Ruth, agak2 siapa yg handal ye? Saya dah baca kedua2nya tapi Ms. Shellabear hanya baca Bible saja" Miss Ruth pun jawab sambil senyum, "tentulah Zainun". Time ni lagi gamat org gelak. Lepas tu Ibu Zain pun menyatakan hasratnya utk kekal dgn agama Islam. So takde apa sgt isu Kristian tu aku rasa, sbb cara "Ms. Shellabear" nak hasut dia pun bukan guna ayat2 holy ke ape. So kalau kita tgk, org yg mempunyai akal+iman yg kuat mmg takkan tergugat punye. Dari segi persembahan mmg i give full stars la cz theres no flaws except masa mula2 ada kesilapan teknikal, mic salah seorang pelakon agak tenggelam timbul. Nasib baik atas stage ada sari kata. Satu lagi keadaan lampu panggung yg kejap2 on+off. Agak mengganggu jgk la konsentrasi. Huhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.avriliza.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKKSlwoKCmkAADD1E0Y1/18685563.jpg?et=h36Twi4a95Z1XmdW1J7bNA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway overal mmg best la.. Aku suka sgt tgk Liza Othman bawak watak Ibu Zain tu..dalam lembut dia ada tegasnya. Mmg sesuai sgt dia bawak watak tu. &lt;strong&gt;Pendapat aku.. org UMNO zaman skrg patut tgk teater ni..hayati sikit camne perjuangan Ibu Zain dlm menaikkan UMNO dgn Dato' Onn. Bukan nak tuding sana sini mcm org politik skrg nih. Sampai bila nak abis pun taktau.&lt;/strong&gt; Anyway bawah ni aku senaraikan pelakon2 yg terlibat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.avriliza.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKKWzgoKCmkAAH1rKsc1/4-Generasi-Ibu-Zain.JPG?et=RwIkzVsQBKQUDbaDlQonDw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                  &lt;br /&gt;4 generasi Ibu Zain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Liza Othman - Ibu Zain (Tua) &amp;amp; Ibu kpd Ibu Zain&lt;br /&gt;Nur Fatimah - Ibu Zain (Dewasa)&lt;br /&gt;Tengku Iezahdiyana Norhanie - Ibu Zain (Remaja)&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Shariza Nor Azim - Ibu Zain (Kanak-kanak)&lt;br /&gt;Dato' Rahim Razali - Munsyi Sulaiman (Bapa Ibu Zain)&lt;br /&gt;Hisham Ahmad Tajuddin - Pandak &amp;amp; Ungku Omar&lt;br /&gt;Mazlan Tahir - Syed Sheikh Al-Hadi&lt;br /&gt;Sahronizam Noor - Yunus&lt;br /&gt;Zaefrul Nordin - Dato' Onn&lt;br /&gt;Mazin Ameen Siraj - Amin - Cheeseman&lt;br /&gt;Catriona Ross - Miss Ruth&lt;br /&gt;Avaa Vanja - Miss Shellabear&lt;br /&gt;Tania Zainal - Munah&lt;br /&gt;Shariffah Mariam Syed Adbullah Al-hadad - Jumilah&lt;br /&gt;Farah Adila Apandi - Jemaah &amp;amp; Ramlah (Besar)&lt;br /&gt;Amelia Abd. Aziz - Jiran&lt;br /&gt;Siti Asmeira Zulaiha Hamsuri - Ramlah (Kecil)&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Elfra Loy Ahmad Sabri - Adibah Amin (Kecil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ye.  Ni ada lirik  lagu yg aku maksudkan dgn tajuk entry tu. I love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nan Setitik Jadikan Laut&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesan ayahanda pesan keramat&lt;br /&gt;Walau di mana ku akan ingat&lt;br /&gt;Mendapat ilmu adalah rahmat&lt;br /&gt;Akan ku kongsi sesama umat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan setitik jadikan laut&lt;br /&gt;Nan sekepal jadikan gunung&lt;br /&gt;Alam terkembang jadikan guru&lt;br /&gt;Akar di bumi akal ke langit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akan aku membasah keringat&lt;br /&gt;Memberi petunjuk dan maklumat&lt;br /&gt;Dengan ikhlas memberi khidmat&lt;br /&gt;Mendidik bangsa sepanjang hayat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nan setitik jadikan laut&lt;br /&gt;Nan sekepal jadikan gunung&lt;br /&gt;Alam terkembang jadikan guru&lt;br /&gt;Akar di bumi akal ke langit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lagu : Nik Nizam Jaafar&lt;br /&gt;Lirik : Rosminah Mohd Tahir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://avriliza.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKKXHQoKCmkAAAFlgkM1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.avriliza.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKKXHQoKCmkAAAFlgkM1/Ibu-Zain-Suami-Anak-anak.JPG?et=Yad7OHjHJUnoiUIs7HtPGQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                        Keluarga Ibu Zain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.avriliza.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKKaqwoKCmkAAFF5RpM1/130820084359.jpg?et=PIyzeXsmnhlyiE0gKKxWpA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                              the booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.avriliza.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKKa9goKCmkAAFdBDPA1/CatIejaIbuZain.jpg?et=jGYtyKlvvTydBYP17fm0Kw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ms. Ruth &amp;amp; Ms. Cut. (Cute) hahahaha ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okeh. itu saje.. aku rasa mcm nk gi tgk lagi. lets see when i'm free:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**all photos are courtesy of mine, &lt;a href="http://minaq-jinggo.fotopages.com/"&gt;Minaq-Jinggo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.budiey.com/"&gt;Budiey&lt;/a&gt; n paper clippings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info on Ibu Zain's history n reservations, pls refer below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ibuzain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ibu Zain's Official Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.istanabudaya.gov.my/"&gt;Istana Budaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-9017797658806953304?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/9017797658806953304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=9017797658806953304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/9017797658806953304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/9017797658806953304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2008/08/nan-setitik-jadikan-lautnan-sekepal.html' title='nan setitik jadikan laut,nan sekepal jadikan gunung.'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKfyiusavMI/AAAAAAAAABA/k6sIhec6J_k/s72-c/Ibu+Zain.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-1657775038960171219</id><published>2007-05-30T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:45:32.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Takzim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;"&gt;Assalammualaikum w.b.t. &amp;amp; Salam Sejahtera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"&gt;Di atas pemergian ibunda yang dikasihi, saya bagi pihak keluarga ingin mengucapkan ribuan terima kasih di atas kunjungan, sumbangan, keperihatinan dan doa ikhlas tuan/puan dan sahabat sekelian. Semoga roh arwah dimasukkan ke dalam syurga, dirahmati dan diberkati oleh-NYA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://avriliza.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rl00VgoKCnMAAEtPIJQ1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.avriliza.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rl00VgoKCnMAAEtPIJQ1/mak.jpg?et=QGVAhNn4FXwWYhPJHy6rZg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. A friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares - mak... may you rest in peace... "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hjh. Safiah Binti Hj. Ibrahim&lt;br /&gt;(16/12/1943 - 20/05/2007) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td valign="center" width="700" bgcolor="#005252"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td valign="center" width="700" bgcolor="#ccffcc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td valign="center" width="100%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" colspan="2"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="124" src="http://attach.mud.mail.yahoo.com/aa.f302.mail.yahoo.com/ym/aa/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;amp;MsgId=6666_17012558_675845_2675_14855_0_93661_23292_1259181762&amp;amp;bodyPart=3&amp;amp;YY=61824&amp;amp;order=down&amp;amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;amp;Idx=11" width="485" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td valign="center" width="100%" bg colspan="2" style="color:#ccffcc;"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maksudnya :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ya Allah! Ampunilah bagiku segala dosaku dan juga dosa dua ibu bapaku dan kasihanilah mereka keduanya sebagaimana mereka memelihara dan mendidikku di masa kecil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sesungguhnya daripada-NYA kita datang dan kepada-NYA kita kembali....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AL-FATIHAH...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;"&gt;Salam ikhlas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;"&gt;Ariza Mohamed Saleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-1657775038960171219?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/1657775038960171219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=1657775038960171219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/1657775038960171219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/1657775038960171219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2007/05/salam-takzim.html' title='Salam Takzim...'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-5578778189142757941</id><published>2007-05-28T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:42:59.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Redha... (Ku Izin Kau Pergi...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum sume..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st skali, terima kasih kpd yg call, sms, n yg dtg umah aritu.. mmg pemergian arwah mak ni tak disangka.. terasa bagaikan mimpi..sbb masa hari yg dia sakit teruk tu, dia dialysis mcm biasa.. boleh jalan, my sis siap bwk dia pegi mkn, pegi kedai.. dia bukan bad ridden la.. tp mmg lately nampak dia mcm diam sikit.. n kitorang ingat dia letih jer la kan.. n kebetulan masa yg dia kene stroke tu, ieja takde kat umah.. sbb tgh rehearsal utk persembahan bakat miti kat bangunan matrade..sempat jumpa dia mlm sblum tu jer.. siap tunjuk kt dia baju yg nak dipakai masa persembahan lakonan tu..so masa hari khamis (malam), baru je turun stage, tetiba ieja terjatuh.. masa tu hati rasa mcm tak sedap tp just let it go je.. then tak sampai beberapa minit, my brother called, he's on d way to hospital from office sbb my sisters yg kt umah tu bergegas bwk dia pegi hospital sbb tiba2 je tak sedar..dia takde jatuh pun cuma tak sedar secara tiba2..then ieja mintak tlg few frens utk tlg hantar ke hospital..sampai kt hospital, dpt tau doktor ckp mak dah kritikal..pendarahan dlm otak terlalu besar..hampir lebih separuh otak..massive bleeding..sbb sedangkan kalau bleeding sebesar syiling 5 sen pun dah membimbangkan..inikan pulak dah separuh otak..masa tu kitorang diberi kebenaran utk tgk dia..masa ieja tgk dia mmg dah tak sedarkan diri..nurse tgh pam oksigen..after few minutes dorang ckp nk transfer naik ke wad..sampai kt wad, dorang pasang life support machine kt dia sbb xboleh nak bernafas sendiri kan, n ada monitor yg show her pulse turun naik..n that time doc bgtau, mak mmg takboleh diselamatkan coz her brain dah x function anymore..n masa tu kitorang adik beradik kena redha, coz anything happen, in case jantung dia berhenti, doc takkan buat cpr utk selamatkan dia.. n siap sign surat critical..so duduklah kitorang kt hospital dr mlm tu sampai lah ke ahad mlm tu..then masa maghrib,doc bgtau yg suruh tunggu sbb bila2 masa je dia akan pergi..bila dgr je ckp dia.. xtau nk ckp mcmana perasaan masa tu..rasa mcm nak luruh jantung..n bila kitorang semua 4 beradik mengadap dia, ucap kalimah syahadah di telinganya, minta maaf halalkan makan minum,.... tepat jam 11mlm, mak menghembuskan nafas terakhir dia..n saat tu, kitorang adik beradik, redha seredha redhanya, dia pergi.. sbb dia dah lama sakit..eloklah kiranya dia berehat panjang...rasa mcm terlalu pantas..sbb dia takde tinggal pesanan atau apa2 pun..pergi mcm tu je..dan yg paling buat kitorang adik beradik terharu..masa jenazah berada di rumah, wajahnya bersih dan ada riak senyum..mcm nampak sesuatu yg dia suka..mungkin dia dpt jumpa dgn arwah abah agaknya, nmpak muka dia bahagia sgt2..segala pujian bg Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apapun, terima kasih byk2 lg sekali kpd yg mendoakan arwah mak..semoga Allah s.w.t yg dpt membalas jasa kalian..insyaAllah..i'm trying to be strong coz i hv my precious family here to support me.. &lt;img alt=":)" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat.. Amin&lt;br /&gt;Semoga mak bahagia disana....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al-Fatihah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://avriliza.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rlo@rwoKCnMAAEDPn141"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.avriliza.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rlo@rwoKCnMAAEDPn141/Image(2395).jpg?et=7HLHXPypmFOe6fpUVJ4k8g" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.avriliza.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rlo@2goKCnMAAEc5HVw1/mak-amal-.jpg?et=eIo8fxO3Th7N%2CH5c8FtEsQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bersama cucu² tersayang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-5578778189142757941?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/5578778189142757941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=5578778189142757941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/5578778189142757941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/5578778189142757941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2007/05/aku-redha-ku-izin-kau-pergi.html' title='Aku Redha... (Ku Izin Kau Pergi...)'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-7694158798860525738</id><published>2007-04-17T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:40:51.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inikah Jejaka Kacak Yang Perlu Ku Cari?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Di dalam sebuah hadis Rasulullah saw bersabda yang bermaksud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pada hari Kiamat nanti, di hadapan Allah swt tidak akan ada syafaat yang mempunyai taraf yang lebih tinggi daripada Al-Quran, bukan Nabi, bukan malaikat dan sebagainya".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melalui hadis di atas kita dapat mengetahui bahawa Al-Quran adalah pemberi syafaat yang mana syafaatnya akan diterima Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terdapat satu riwayat menyatakan bahawa Apabila seseorang itu meninggal dunia dan keluarganya sibuk melakukan upacara pengkebumian, seorang yang kacak akan berdiri di bahagian kepalanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila mayat itu dikafankan, orang itu akan datang mendiami antara dadanya dan kain kafan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila selesai dikebumikan, orang ramai termasuklah ahli-ahli keluarga dan kekasih kita akan pulang ke rumah dan datanglah dua malaikat Munkar dan Nakir cuba untuk memisahkan orang yang kacak itu supaya mereka dapat membuat pertanyaan mengenai iman orang yang meninggal dunia itu tanpa sebarang gangguan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi orang yang kacak itu akan berkata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dia adalah kawanku. Aku tidak akan meninggalkannya berseorangan walau dalam keadaan apa sekalipun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalankanlah tugas kamu tetapi aku tidak akan meninggalkannya sehingga aku membawanya masuk ke syurga!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas itu dia berpaling ke arah mayat sahabatnya dan berkata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akulah Al-Quran yang mana engkau telah membacanya kadang kala dengan suara perlahan dan kadang kala dengan suara yang kuat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Janganlah engkau bimbang. Selepas pertanyaan Munkar dan Nakir ini, engkau tidak akan berasa dukacita lagi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila pertanyaan selesai, orang yang kacak itu akan mengadakan untuknya satu hamparan sutera yang penuh dengan kasturi dari malaikat-malaikat dari syurga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alangkah indahnya dan bahagianya sekiranya orang itu adalah kita. Kita tahu tentang tingginya syafaat Al-Quran tetapi dengan mengetahuinya sahaja tanpa berusaha untuk mendekati dan merebut syafaat itu kita adalah orang-orang yang rugi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuba kita renungkan sejenak diri kita sendiri. Ajal dan maut adalah ketentuan Allah. Bila ia telah datang kita tidak akan mampu memperlambatkan atau mempercepatkannya walaupun untuk tempoh sesaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan apabila berada di alam kubur siapakah lagi yang akan menemani kita jauh sekali memberi bantuan kecuali amalan-amalan kita sewaktu di dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah telah menjanjikan Al-Quran sebagai pemberi syafaat terulung dan janji Allah itu adalah benar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allahu 'Alam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-7694158798860525738?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/7694158798860525738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=7694158798860525738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7694158798860525738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7694158798860525738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2007/04/inikah-jejaka-kacak-yang-perlu-ku-cari.html' title='Inikah Jejaka Kacak Yang Perlu Ku Cari?'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-4578118985803747144</id><published>2007-03-30T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:39:00.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta &amp; Kawan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Satu hari &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CINTA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;KAWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; berjalan dalam kampung... Tiba-tiba &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CINTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; terjatuh dalam telaga... Kenapa?? Kerana &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CINTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; itu buta.. Lalu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;KAWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pun ikut terjun dalam telaga... Kenapa?? Kerana... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;KAWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; akan buat apa sahaja demi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CINTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! Di dalam telaga &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CINTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hilang... Kenapa?? Kerana... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CINTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; itu halus, mudah hilang kalau tak dijaga, sukar dicari apatah lagi dalam telaga yang gelap... Sedangkan &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAWAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; masih lagi tercari-cari dimana &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CINTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; terus menunggu.. Kenapa?? Kerana... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;KAWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; itu sejati &amp;amp; akan kekal sebagai &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;KAWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yang setia...kan?? So, hargai lah &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAWAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kita selagi kita terasa dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;BERERTI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-4578118985803747144?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/4578118985803747144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=4578118985803747144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/4578118985803747144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/4578118985803747144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2007/03/cinta-kawan.html' title='Cinta &amp; Kawan'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-8486889300702743655</id><published>2007-03-27T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:37:24.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost. (and found? Naa..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lost. Vanished. Kaput. What? My &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;beloved ACER Travelmate&lt;/span&gt;. Really?? Just read on... My handphone (it was my sis's, actually. borrowed her coz mine was having display probs n i put it somewhere else - but tis one, the one was my sis's, i put it under my pillow n it was lost! could u believe tht?) also..lotsa cash. It's all because &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;my house was robbed&lt;/span&gt; yesterday's nite. They also took:-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- My sister's M-Life notebook,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- my bro in law's n my 2nd sis's watches,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- as for handphones, they got 3 (mine, my eldest sis's n my 2nd sis), luckily my bro in law's n my mum's were 'lying happily' on the table. dunno y they didnt take them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- as for cash money, they got around &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RM2,000&lt;/span&gt; (that's a lot, shit)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;thankfully&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;thanx god&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;none&lt;/span&gt; of us were &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;harmed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Syukur alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- last but not least, our total lump sum lost = &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RM15,000&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;my own lost = &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RM6,000&lt;/span&gt; ;(&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;errm.. dunno what to type. still in &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;speechless&lt;/span&gt; (and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt;) mode. ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-8486889300702743655?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/8486889300702743655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=8486889300702743655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/8486889300702743655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/8486889300702743655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2007/03/lost-and-found-naa.html' title='Lost. (and found? Naa..)'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-969740350132292544</id><published>2007-03-19T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:35:27.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah.. we did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.avriliza.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rf353goKCnMAAAG7fak1/1496885314_l.jpg?et=VfMEGvnWPJ2b2L1yNl3lOQ&amp;amp;nmid=22472271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ni pic last year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3rd place. hahaha..tak dapat nak mempertahankan kejuaraan selama 2 thn berturut2.. cam sedey je piala pusingan tu org lain yg amik.eheks.. takpe la.. ni time kejatuhan.. thn depan naik la balik ;D. Lgpun training seminggu je.. Plus dgn badan tak berapa sihat lagik nih, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so kira ok la dpt placing tuh kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; takpe.. next year strive utk dpt johan balik.. tis friday dgr ada friendly.. tgk la camne. huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johan - midf (bertukar tmpt ngan dorang ni.. last year dorang no 3)&lt;br /&gt;naib johan - miti (dorang ni dr dulu no 2 je.. hehe jgn mare org miti ;P)&lt;br /&gt;ketiga - mida (huhuhuhuhuu sedey)&lt;br /&gt;keempat - npc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian. timasey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-969740350132292544?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/969740350132292544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=969740350132292544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/969740350132292544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/969740350132292544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2007/03/yeah-we-did-it.html' title='Yeah.. we did it!'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-2402923754480784154</id><published>2007-03-15T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:34:03.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kannn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.avriliza.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RfjFPgoKCnMAADhjGRY1/Image(3272).jpg?et=dwVsXSlCgmVQBbygqrrwzQ&amp;amp;nmid=22151627" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, aku demam. ye.. 2 hari mc. check temp pun 100. tp tu mlm td aa masa gi klinik. bgn pagi, pening2 lalat, mmg niat nak p keje pun sbb nak setelkan hal publisiti tu.. plus ade meeting arinih. takpela.. larat x larat pun still idup lagi.. blum mati pun. huhuhuhu. lgpun nak amik t shirt+tracksuit+windbreaker utk tournament sabtu nih..mati la x dpt kalo aku x pi amik. hmm. gagahkan jua badan ni, tp tul gak.. kalau manjakan sgt, lagi la demam melarat kan. *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tgk la dak sblah ni. dia pun demam gak. sampai nak pegang beskut nk masuk mulut pun tk larat.hekhek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-2402923754480784154?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/2402923754480784154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=2402923754480784154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/2402923754480784154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/2402923754480784154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2007/03/kannn.html' title='Kannn...'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-8192076257153166313</id><published>2007-03-07T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:32:15.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adehh la.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Letih.Exhausted.hectic.bz. cepat la abes event ni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ngan advert nye.. poster nye.. huuhuhu.. sesapa nk tgk presentation yg aku wat.. sile le download -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://www.sharebigfile.com/file/102731/Bakat-MIDA-2007-zip.html"&gt;click sini utk download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; , sini link satu lg utk download.. &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.filesend.net/download.php?f=95007500a3e963d9bed4a02efef359b6"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://www.sharebigfile.com/file/102731/Bakat-MIDA-2007-zip.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sile la komen ape2 ke.. aku gune photoshop &amp;amp; import ke PowerPoint. Bende ni adv utk opis aku nye event nyanyi2. presentation aku tu tahap amatur jer.. x hebat pun. tp jd kelam kabut sbb keje aku bkan line ni, tp org mintak khidmat kan.. kita tlg ler.. esok2 org tlg kite plak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la nak p turun ke studio tgk dorang prektis. agak2 tensen kang aku blasah la drum set tu kang. hehehe. pastu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dgn tournament volley lg 2 minggu..xprektis lagik..ni dok pk nak trening volley ke turun p studio..event lusa ni.ade briefing lak tu.tak turun kang 'singa' marah plak.adoiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.aahhhhhh br teringaat.sabtu ni aku ade lawan badminton!!! giloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bik hedek mode* (big headache)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-8192076257153166313?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/8192076257153166313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=8192076257153166313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/8192076257153166313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/8192076257153166313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2007/03/adehh-la.html' title='Adehh la.'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-5093314540343935193</id><published>2007-03-06T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:30:13.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre class="lyrics" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Hurt by Christina Aguilera&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;When I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;You told me how proud you were&lt;br /&gt;But I walked away&lt;br /&gt;If only I knew&lt;br /&gt;What I know today (Ooh, ooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I would take the pain away&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all you've done&lt;br /&gt;Forgive all your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;To hear your voice again&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna call you&lt;br /&gt;But I know you won't be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh) I'm sorry for&lt;br /&gt;Blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;By hurting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel broke inside&lt;br /&gt;But I won't admit&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wanna hide&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you I miss&lt;br /&gt;And it's so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Would you help me understand&lt;br /&gt;Are you lookin' down upon me&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud of who I am&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;To have just one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see you looking back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh) I'm sorry for&lt;br /&gt;Blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had just one more day&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you how much that I've missed you since you've been away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh) It's dangerous&lt;br /&gt;It's so out of line&lt;br /&gt;To try and turn back time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for&lt;br /&gt;Blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;By hurting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, we tend to hurt sum1 tht we love so much? ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-5093314540343935193?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/5093314540343935193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=5093314540343935193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/5093314540343935193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/5093314540343935193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2007/03/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-3473718470159328084</id><published>2007-03-01T11:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:29:49.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's roll the drums!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.avriliza.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/ReZC0woKCnMAAHZ9uk01/14892439112125l.jpg?et=kRUvHNzw%2Cz2GOyrmhk8Vpg&amp;amp;nmid=21037022" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beshhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lepas tensen smalam dpt men drum.. hehhehe ptg nih nak layan agikkk.. yehaaa!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p.s: sblah ni bkan pic masa smalam, tp pic lamer. setaun or 2thn lepas, lupo dah. smalam nye pic nanti2 aa eh. huehuehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-3473718470159328084?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/3473718470159328084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=3473718470159328084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/3473718470159328084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/3473718470159328084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-roll-drums.html' title='Let&apos;s roll the drums!!'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-2943731520885305728</id><published>2007-02-12T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:04:41.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foosball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://www.foosball.com/georgia/photos/foosball_table_top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku tengah gila main benda ini.. huhuhuhuhu. rasa nak je angkut bawak balik umah aku.. hahaaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-2943731520885305728?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/2943731520885305728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=2943731520885305728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/2943731520885305728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/2943731520885305728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2007/02/foosball.html' title='Foosball'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-7050564486099774380</id><published>2006-11-02T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:58:50.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Boys... anyone seen it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="style39"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://avriliza.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RUrTqAoKCpgAAGpNH6M1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://avriliza.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RUrkVgoKCpgAAHYGI@k1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.avriliza.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RUrkVgoKCpgAAHYGI@k1/800x600a.jpg?et=T4rGxF6Ij9ZqmU6TYNmJ6w" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THE STORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What happens when a gang of Form Five Ipoh boys embark on a 100km hike to fulfill a King Scouts requirement but come back on the road to becoming men?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Goodbye Boys is a simple journey with complicated realizations. Set in 1990, Malaysia, it is about a gang of pimply guys with raging hormones, undecided ambitions and formative identities. They set out on a grueling 5-day journey through the Kinta Valley – once the richest tin deposit in the world, now an abandoned plain - that changes friendships and selves.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://avriliza.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RUrkdgoKCpgAAHbCyg01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.avriliza.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RUrkdgoKCpgAAHbCyg01/800x600b.jpg?et=7G0F2Qe4dfus3Xl4GtNnMQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;It’s a group expedition with individual goals. The harsh realization is that although we’re a troop/patrol, we’re not necessarily a ‘brotherhood’. Friends are important but eventually, it’s not always about togetherness. Memorable camaraderie, yes, but each and everyone needs to grow up, get real. Stand on your own two feet, walk your own walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Some will return mini-heroes, content with being welcomed by their dream dates at the 5th Form Farewell Prom organized by the Ipoh Convent girls. Others will realize that the expedition is the beginning of other things in life… the need to escape a small town to realize… one’s dreams…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;When you grow up in any small town, you know that you have to breakaway in order to discover your fullest potential. This is a story that will capture the psyche of a group of young boys on the brink of leaving their comfort zones, in transition… It is a confusing yet exciting time where you wish the possibilities were endless but in reality, you know your escape routes are limited.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://avriliza.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RUrkjQoKCpgAAHXZW-o1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.avriliza.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RUrkjQoKCpgAAHXZW-o1/01.jpg?et=FQ90NTHyYLupbuFUNJ%2CJsQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Education is your ticket out. It’s a time when your identity, ambition, sexuality is evolving. It is about looking back at a crucial formative period, much of which is reflected within a micro-journey of an expedition. Youth is a time when everything seems exaggerated. A slow dance with your girl means everything. People’s actions and deeds affect you in a big way. Negative emotions in particular seem amplified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;What you were then, what you have become. What you continue to be… Yet we constantly look back. The personal journey of a few that can be understood universally. It is a timeless journey that affirms growing up as being a beautiful tragicomedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.avriliza.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RUrkqQoKCpgAAHiU-bQ1/02.jpg?et=%2BeOYAHifjJvV2%2BR0z2Mhgg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;A scene from the film.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Synopsis taken from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redfilms.com.my/goodbyeboys/story.htm"&gt;Goodbye Boys Official Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redfilms.com.my/"&gt;Red Films&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All photos are courtesy of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redfilms.com.my/"&gt;Red Films&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;This digital format film was directed by &lt;a href="http://www.redfilms.com.my/goodbyeboys/production_notes.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bernard Chauly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redfilms.com.my/golgincu.htm"&gt;Gol &amp;amp; Gincu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; film &amp;amp; series) It was released in a VCD format on 25 September 2006, and there was a special screening premieres on 22 &amp;amp; 23 September 2006.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : Good marketing though but I prefer if they bring it into cinemas first. I'm still searching for the VCD, has anyone seen it? Give your views &amp;amp; rate for this film. And I'm also craving for the latest &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://yasminthestoryteller.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yasmin Ahmad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s masterpiece; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49503074700@N01/193066050/"&gt;MUKHSIN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (the prequel of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sepet.com.my/"&gt;SEPET&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gubra.com.my/"&gt;GUBRA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). Can't hardly wait for the release. I love Yasmin &amp;amp; Bernard's masterpieces coz they are so talented &amp;amp; creative. They brought up the new quality of Malaysian films. Both of them inspired me to fall in love in film making.. one day, maybe! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-7050564486099774380?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/7050564486099774380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=7050564486099774380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7050564486099774380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/7050564486099774380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2006/11/goodbye-boys-anyone-seen-it.html' title='Goodbye Boys... anyone seen it?'/><author><name>Ieja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18005563147037525485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-pOLutwWPSw/SKgWMEcdHqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9EsfMMxqbJw/S220/wat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878866.post-4650096582899791771</id><published>2006-06-12T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:44:18.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magneto (2007) Err.. Is this some kind of a joke?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://www.gameaxis.com/img/blog/837/Image/brother.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Attention : This picture is not related to the statement below.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot Outline:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A young Magneto seeks revenge on the Nazis who killed his family while befriending a young &lt;strong&gt;Tun Dr. Mahathir Mohamad&lt;/strong&gt;, the future prime minister of &lt;strong&gt;Malaysia&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt;More &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0499519/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878866-4650096582899791771?l=arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/feeds/4650096582899791771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878866&amp;postID=4650096582899791771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/4650096582899791771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878866/posts/default/4650096582899791771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisa-aizawa.blogspot.com/2006/06/magneto-2007-err-is-this-some-kind-of.html' title='Magneto (2007) Err.. 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