<?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-7109464818820890877</id><updated>2011-10-02T07:06:56.371-07:00</updated><category term='skills'/><category term='Hubby'/><category term='WORK'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>azadekaza</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is a daring adventure</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7109464818820890877/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>azadekaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07072712988807820855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/SXgfSQTKN9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/efKAqjfkm2s/S220/DSCN3332.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109464818820890877.post-3910219549770093106</id><published>2010-10-13T17:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T18:31:44.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude Malaysian</title><content type='html'>It happen again last night. It was about 9 pm, own my back from work my hubby said he need to stop at petrol station to add air for the tyre.Fine, i am ok eventhough i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i felt like i can become like &lt;strong&gt;Incredible Hulk&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;SIAM PERUT HIJAU&lt;/strong&gt; when.....&lt;br /&gt;seorang mamat (memandu kereta viva) yang tak punya kesedaran sivik terus potong Q dengan selambanya isi angin tayar dia... dan kereta kat depan yang isi angin dulu dengan selambanya kemas bonet dia di saat ada orang kat belakang kereta dia sedang Q untuk isi angin... tak cukup dengan itu mamat ini siap ambil botol kosong isi air... Si mamat yang potong Q ini dengan selambanya blah tanpa angkat tangan at least angkat la tangan say soryy ke hapa ke... tak ada bahasa langsung.... dicelah celah kesibukan itu... datang seorang apek naik moto sambil hisap rokok stop terus ambil pam angin  dan pam tayar moto dia... and my husband hanya mampu melihat.... apek itu pun berlalu tanpa sepatah kata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika melihat tingkah laku tiga orang manusia tanpa kesedaran sivik, tak ada budi bahasa atau lebih kasar lagi kurang ajar... me and my husband pula yang tegang coz i cakap kat dia.. "Sayang... you akan tengok je dan takkan buat apa -apa..." dia marah kat saya sebab dia rasa saya tak boleh sabar. if iam alone at that time, i will go out and say " brother saya Q dulu...sila ikut turn... tapi kalau abg nak cepat silakan cuma bagi la tahu saya" memandangkan hormat pada sikap suami saya, saya tak buat...kalau saya sorang mesti saya akan cakap bukan untuk berebut turn cuma mereka ini perlu diberitahu untuk menggunakan akal dan bahasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan apa geram dengan sikap pentingkan diri segelintir rakyat Malaysia. A few month ago sorang mamat parking kat depan pam angin petrol station. He was in the car and park betul betul depan pam angin... my hubby nak letak angin tayar juga... about 5 minit tunggu  mamat tu tak gerak... i told my husband,"sayang you pegi la cakap kat orang tu  you  nak letak angin tayar...." last last i yang kena marah...coz tak sabar... mamat yang tak ada kesedaran sivik tu punya pasal aku yang tegang ngan  hubby... then my hubby tak jadi letak angin... suddenly i saw mamat sengal tu right behind our car masa nak keluar dari petrol station tu... sakit hati kan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APA MASALAH NYA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Masih ramai lagi rak malaysia yang tak ada kesedaran sivik... kalau nak cut Q ke pa ke... at least cakap la saya nak cepat atau apa, boleh tak saya pam dulu... or say sorry angkat tangan... end of the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tourism Malaysia buat campaign cakap rakyat Malaysia ni sopan santun budi bahasa very friendly...? itu segelintir sahaja... kenapa kita buat begitu kepada orang luar sahaja dan tidak amalkan dalam kehidupan harian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Orang akan cakap sikap saya tidak sabar dan suami saya yang penyabar... ya saya baran dia penyabar. tapi hakikatnya saya lebih suka berterus terang dan berdiam diri... bila berterus terang macam saya orang akan anggap kurang sabar, suka cari gaduh dan mcm2 lagi... tapi lebih baik begitu kerana saya masih tahu untuk hormat orang, hormat hak milik orang, orang tua dan saya punya kesedaran sivik... dari punya sikap yang suka memotong Q, buang sampah keluar dari tingkap kereta, duduk dalam LRT dan membiarkan orang yang memerlukan berdiri...dan bermacam - macam lagi... bagaimana kehidupan orang yang punya sikap begini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kalau nak potong Q ke apa ke yang orang lain terbabit, sila minta keizinan ( kecuali memotong kenderaan)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahha macam - macam la kehidupan.... saya sambung buat kerja dulu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7109464818820890877-3910219549770093106?l=azadekaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3910219549770093106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/2010/10/rude-malaysian.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7109464818820890877/posts/default/3910219549770093106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7109464818820890877/posts/default/3910219549770093106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/2010/10/rude-malaysian.html' title='Rude Malaysian'/><author><name>azadekaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07072712988807820855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/SXgfSQTKN9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/efKAqjfkm2s/S220/DSCN3332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109464818820890877.post-369928628906914869</id><published>2010-02-22T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T03:11:55.383-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Travel with who???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/S4JmAnyqvXI/AAAAAAAAACA/hKhKUMYbuoo/s1600-h/P1290201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441023460684512626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/S4JmAnyqvXI/AAAAAAAAACA/hKhKUMYbuoo/s400/P1290201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Travel with who???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Bali a few times with diffirent types of company.... friends... strangers...family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling with friends u can really enjoy dari matahari terbit... nak balik hotel bila keluar fajar pun tak de sapa kisah... u can go to dangdut... cuci mata at Kuta Beach... ke spa tanpa gangguan... do whatever u like.. nobody will complaint...or berleter... Enjoy sakan!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger - Mula - mula kat airport usha line dulu...group ni satu kepala ke tidak... dalam kapal terbang pun macam ala - ala sopan gitu...sampi je Bali...yaaaaa...satu kepala... boleh buat kawan tapi kena ada limit la coz yang berbini pun cakap koata dia masih ada 3...nasib baik dia tak mengaku bujang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family... last january i went to Bali with my hubby, son, mama &amp;amp; Abah. The feeling is diffirent eventhough i don't have time to spa...don't have time to enjoy like i did before... but i am so happy to spent time with them...feeling that you cannot describe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...which company that i enjoy the most???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/S4JmAGZXCjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qfWgldM67HY/s1600-h/P1270016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441023451719993906" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/S4JmAGZXCjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qfWgldM67HY/s400/P1270016.JPG" border="0" /&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/7109464818820890877-369928628906914869?l=azadekaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/feeds/369928628906914869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/2010/02/travel-with-who.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7109464818820890877/posts/default/369928628906914869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7109464818820890877/posts/default/369928628906914869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/2010/02/travel-with-who.html' title='Travel with who???'/><author><name>azadekaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07072712988807820855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/SXgfSQTKN9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/efKAqjfkm2s/S220/DSCN3332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/S4JmAnyqvXI/AAAAAAAAACA/hKhKUMYbuoo/s72-c/P1290201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109464818820890877.post-841632794481394253</id><published>2009-10-19T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:50:55.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>The pictures speak for themselves!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't have to tell me but the pictures showed which party supported by Farid....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/StxQdzGkR1I/AAAAAAAAABo/RpTF9wLfhZE/s1600-h/farid+and+datuk+zahid+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394274926547191634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/StxQdzGkR1I/AAAAAAAAABo/RpTF9wLfhZE/s400/farid+and+datuk+zahid+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/StxQmM_lfMI/AAAAAAAAABw/sB-BOgh4auM/s1600-h/farid+n+datuk+zahid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394275070936186050" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/StxQmM_lfMI/AAAAAAAAABw/sB-BOgh4auM/s400/farid+n+datuk+zahid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Farid &amp;amp; Datuk Seri Zahid Hamidi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/StxPDn4m5nI/AAAAAAAAABg/SJDvJ2eZec4/s1600-h/Farid+N+Nik+Aziz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394273377347626610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/StxPDn4m5nI/AAAAAAAAABg/SJDvJ2eZec4/s400/Farid+N+Nik+Aziz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farid N Tok Guru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahhah boleh tak saya tentukan untuk Farid apa yang perlu dia sokong... Sebagai ibu, bukan hak mutlak untuk saya tentukan apa yang anak perlu buat. Tapi didikan dan pendedahan itu, penting supaya dia dapat berfikir dengan bijak dan tidak terlalu emosional atau sekadar menjadi pengikut tanpa usul periksa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebelakangan ini, saya lihat rakyat Malaysia terlalu emosional dalam falsafah @ falsampah politik mereka. Lupa pada adab dan adat hingga bergaduh sesama sendiri untuk menegakkan parti politik @ pemimpin politik masing - masing hingga lupa untuk merenung apa yang terbaik untuk masa depan dan generasi akan datang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saya takut anak saya mewarisi satu negara yang dipenuhi oleh manusia yang tidak dapat berfikir dengan waras. Satu negara yang majoriti pendemontrasi jalanan yang tanpa disedari digunakan oleh seorang pemimpin layu yang lebih kepada perjuangan peribadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tidak dinafikan kita perlu pengkritik dan pembangkang tetapi bangkang dan kritik secara jujur supaya tiada yang keliru, bukan mengkritik secara emosional dan demontrasi jalanan. Tiada apa yang dapat diselesaikan dengan cara itu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;UMNO tak salah.. PAS tak salah... Keadilan tak salah ( Anwar Ibrahim yang salah)... tapi sang kelembai dalam parti yang salah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah muak dengan gelagat sang kelembai...tolonglah......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7109464818820890877-841632794481394253?l=azadekaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/feeds/841632794481394253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-dont-have-to-tell-but-pictures.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7109464818820890877/posts/default/841632794481394253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7109464818820890877/posts/default/841632794481394253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-dont-have-to-tell-but-pictures.html' title='The pictures speak for themselves!!'/><author><name>azadekaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07072712988807820855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/SXgfSQTKN9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/efKAqjfkm2s/S220/DSCN3332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/StxQdzGkR1I/AAAAAAAAABo/RpTF9wLfhZE/s72-c/farid+and+datuk+zahid+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109464818820890877.post-3035160881831887295</id><published>2009-10-14T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:20:40.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORK'/><title type='text'>HANTU RAYA TANPA TUAN</title><content type='html'>When I was young ( i mean - when i was in school ) I  do things i like to do, i dreamt, enjoy life... i have nothing to worry, when i fail to achieve something, i will keep trying- at that time nothing is impossible. I am always positive - no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time have change... i have change too. I did achieved one of my dream - to work in tourism industry. I went for an interview and succeed without "cable". That was my first work interview ( i was accepted to work at Ironman because of my track record so there was no interview - it was a direct offer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now...  I can't describe my feeling.. feel like  a "hantu raya - without tuan"(nuwal did said this). When i was at state office - KL / Selangor even officer keep going, pasal bos jangan cakap la... I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAPI BILA I KAT RESEARCH DAH LARAT NAK FIKIR FASAL POSITIF THING HIDUP TETAP KEPAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. TAK ADA APA YANG DAPAT MEMBANTU. HATI DAH JADI BATU..... KEPALA BENGONG JANGAN CAKAP LA..... TAK MEMBINA MINDA LANGSUNG.... SANGAT KEPAM OTAK DAH TAK BERKEMBANG........WORST. YOU JUST IMAGINE... EVERY MORNING YOU GO TO THE OFFICE WITHOUT CLEAR DIRECTION IN WORK. WHAT KIND OF LIFE DO I HAVE NOW. MY SUPERIOR COME AND GO, NO BODY THINK ABOUT MY WORK... APATAH LAGI NAK FIKIRKAN PASAL SAYA...  RAKAN SEKERJA JUGA MUNGKIN TAK FAHAM APA YANG SAYA LALUI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW... DO I NEED TO ACT - BEING SELFISH OR BERKHIDMAT UNTUK NEGARA TANPA JASAMU DI KENANG....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7109464818820890877-3035160881831887295?l=azadekaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3035160881831887295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/2009/10/hantu-raya-tanpa-tuan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7109464818820890877/posts/default/3035160881831887295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7109464818820890877/posts/default/3035160881831887295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/2009/10/hantu-raya-tanpa-tuan.html' title='HANTU RAYA TANPA TUAN'/><author><name>azadekaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07072712988807820855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/SXgfSQTKN9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/efKAqjfkm2s/S220/DSCN3332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109464818820890877.post-6116555367194675777</id><published>2009-07-13T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:51:39.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Holiday in Bandung and Jakarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/Slv4NcLGNwI/AAAAAAAAABI/grJrHEMtacU/s1600-h/group+photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358149091472062210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/Slv4NcLGNwI/AAAAAAAAABI/grJrHEMtacU/s400/group+photo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, hubby, mama and Farid went there last April. ... of course we really enjoy the shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna share something with you all.... Pak den den phone no. +6281322722563. You can hire an AVANZA together with the driver, parking fee, tol , petrol and all that will only cost you RM 150 or Rupiah 500,000 a day. Just tell him what you want, he will drive you there. Very nice person and easy to deal with. Most importantly he is polite and honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if have any plan to go to Bandung or Jakarta... Please call him and don't forget to bargain the best price....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farid and Pak den den&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358148252298079650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/Slv3cmAbbaI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OWlWgtW7uA/s320/Farid+n+pak+den+den.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farid.... a daring horse rider at the age of 1 year 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358149288840582674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/Slv4Y7ba1hI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FktPN-hVj8w/s400/farid+on+a+horse.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358149402939892226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/Slv4fke0IgI/AAAAAAAAABY/b1OwlASVzJU/s400/Farid+n+bapak.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7109464818820890877-6116555367194675777?l=azadekaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/feeds/6116555367194675777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/2009/07/holiday-in-bandung-and-jakarta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7109464818820890877/posts/default/6116555367194675777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7109464818820890877/posts/default/6116555367194675777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/2009/07/holiday-in-bandung-and-jakarta.html' title='Holiday in Bandung and Jakarta'/><author><name>azadekaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07072712988807820855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/SXgfSQTKN9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/efKAqjfkm2s/S220/DSCN3332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/Slv4NcLGNwI/AAAAAAAAABI/grJrHEMtacU/s72-c/group+photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109464818820890877.post-5354655555351253621</id><published>2009-07-13T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:41:01.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubby'/><title type='text'>INTERNET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/SlvvdcSqrkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QPwJtDEVbzU/s1600-h/smiley.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358139470777069122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/SlvvdcSqrkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QPwJtDEVbzU/s400/smiley.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This post special dedicated to my hubby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe me. I don't have internet line at home. In this millinium world, internet line can be consider a basic need. Without the internet you are not connected to the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't update face book, my blog, cannot keep in touch with my friend and family in the easiest way because it's all block in the office. This will cause my telephone bill increase every month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my lovey duvey hubby.... when can i get internet at home!!!??? Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/7109464818820890877-5354655555351253621?l=azadekaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5354655555351253621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/2009/07/internet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7109464818820890877/posts/default/5354655555351253621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7109464818820890877/posts/default/5354655555351253621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/2009/07/internet.html' title='INTERNET'/><author><name>azadekaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07072712988807820855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/SXgfSQTKN9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/efKAqjfkm2s/S220/DSCN3332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/SlvvdcSqrkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QPwJtDEVbzU/s72-c/smiley.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109464818820890877.post-1920074939676967903</id><published>2009-01-21T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:06:21.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Love of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294024790554875538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/SXgnf4EilpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/c6lsRRebTuQ/s400/DSCN4034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to introduce my two heroes who i can't live without.... Both are handsome ( kalau i tak puji siapa lagi nak puji...) Farid is now 1 year and 24 days. He start schooling at the age of 2 months ( dasyat kan budak zaman sekarang.... Hehehehe). He already show his interest in books... every time i read news paper, books or when i hold a pen to write, he will come and disturb me even he has his own book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to walk... yaa... i missed his first step.. When his teacher ( the nursery staff) told me Farid start walking... i was so happy but at the same time i regret i missed his first step... as a working mother i will always miss everything about him... he spend most of his time at nursery 5 days a week and almost 12 hours a day... By the time i fetch him i only have the most 2 hours before he fall asleep. Weekend, after minus his sleeping time he only see my face about 8 hours... So i gonna miss a lot more thing but it's always second time right... In this millineum world quality time with children is more important than quantity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby... Of course i love him so much. He complete me. He has something that i don't have. I am so boros but he's not. I have passion for food, he' s not. I love travelling , dia ikut je... he is very very very patience with me, everything about me... That's why we complete each other. We both so different but we can live together. So our life won't be monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/7109464818820890877-1920074939676967903?l=azadekaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/feeds/1920074939676967903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7109464818820890877/posts/default/1920074939676967903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7109464818820890877/posts/default/1920074939676967903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-of-my-life.html' title='Love of my life'/><author><name>azadekaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07072712988807820855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/SXgfSQTKN9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/efKAqjfkm2s/S220/DSCN3332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/SXgnf4EilpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/c6lsRRebTuQ/s72-c/DSCN4034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109464818820890877.post-8967675018141139250</id><published>2009-01-21T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:11:07.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skills'/><title type='text'>Helllloooo!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Since school, i am very bad in writing. I am not good in telling people what i feel or think in writing. I never score in my " karangan bahasa melayu" or even english. To improve my writing skill, i took English Literature for my SPM, but it' s it doesnt help. At least I tried.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being inspired by &lt;a href="http://kerabujantung.blogspot.com/"&gt;kerabu jantung&lt;/a&gt;.... I start blogging and 'berikrar' to improve my writing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7109464818820890877-8967675018141139250?l=azadekaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8967675018141139250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/2009/01/helllloooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7109464818820890877/posts/default/8967675018141139250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7109464818820890877/posts/default/8967675018141139250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azadekaza.blogspot.com/2009/01/helllloooo.html' title='Helllloooo!!!!!!'/><author><name>azadekaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07072712988807820855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oT7EXPuAvKo/SXgfSQTKN9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/efKAqjfkm2s/S220/DSCN3332.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
