<?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-4644831253655157837</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:45:30.106+08:00</updated><category term='sad. worse'/><category term='sad'/><category term='sudden'/><category term='bad'/><category term='Mikaeel'/><category term='feeling unwell'/><category term='good'/><category term='death'/><category term='flu'/><category term='sick'/><category term='Jackson'/><category term='salutation'/><category term='Michael'/><category term='slumdog millionaire'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>My Theoretical &amp; Pictorial Life...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gusti Putri Haniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839990159618095907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bj01xRCax0/Sd7-tne7RkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z86RViTWcdU/S220/Gambar-Tunang.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644831253655157837.post-1974941109278543964</id><published>2009-06-27T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:08:31.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sudden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mikaeel'/><title type='text'>R.I.P. Michael Jackson...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Al-Fatehah to our Legendary King of POP, Michael 'Mikaeel' Jackson.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed away due to cardiac arrest a.k.a. heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;His sudden death saddens me &amp;amp; the rest of the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;It has been confirmed that he is a Muslim by his brother, Jermaine Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bj01xRCax0/SkT_NxsH-1I/AAAAAAAAABA/IfC_pgzdYTM/s1600-h/michael_jackson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bj01xRCax0/SkT_NxsH-1I/AAAAAAAAABA/IfC_pgzdYTM/s320/michael_jackson1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351682869364783954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~Innalillah Wa Innalillah Hi Rojiun~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;u'll be missed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4644831253655157837-1974941109278543964?l=gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/feeds/1974941109278543964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/1974941109278543964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/1974941109278543964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html' title='R.I.P. Michael Jackson...'/><author><name>Gusti Putri Haniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839990159618095907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bj01xRCax0/Sd7-tne7RkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z86RViTWcdU/S220/Gambar-Tunang.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bj01xRCax0/SkT_NxsH-1I/AAAAAAAAABA/IfC_pgzdYTM/s72-c/michael_jackson1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644831253655157837.post-413912075428538275</id><published>2009-06-22T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:55:33.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><title type='text'>Very Long Absence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;First and foremost, I apologised of not updating my Blogger.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There's a heart-wrecking incident happened in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I just lost my beloved maternal grandfather, *'Yai' Haji Mardan bin Haji Hashim, on o6th June 2009 at about 1:15am.  He passed away due to pneumonia.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;~Al-Fatehah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Semoga Allah S.W.T. mencucuri rohmu dan ditempatkan di kalangan orang-orang beriman.  Amin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And the other news is a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My beloved Mak has just performed Umrah pilgrimage smoothly and safely back Home now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I really happy for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;* grandfather in Javanese language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4644831253655157837-413912075428538275?l=gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/feeds/413912075428538275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/06/very-long-absence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/413912075428538275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/413912075428538275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/06/very-long-absence.html' title='Very Long Absence...'/><author><name>Gusti Putri Haniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839990159618095907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bj01xRCax0/Sd7-tne7RkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z86RViTWcdU/S220/Gambar-Tunang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644831253655157837.post-2576058020768407788</id><published>2009-05-31T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T01:00:23.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Absence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sorry of my long absence.  Quite busy nowadays.  And now, I'm to &amp;amp; fro to NUH to visit my Yai (grandfather in Javanese language).  His health condition is becoming worse to worst.  I just simply 'redha'.  The only thing is I have to stay positive and prepare for the worst.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Received news through teleconversation dated 28th May 2009 from one of my aunts that Yai's health condition becoming worst.  He is gasping want to breathe.  So me &amp;amp; my families rushed down to my Nyai's house.  Had to ride taxi even though it is a very short distance.  Upon reaching, there's an ambulance waiting.  At Nyai's house, there's a few of Civil Defence officials attending the urgency.  On that point of time, I burst into tears.  Simply can't help it upon seeing Yai gasping to breathe.  Mami Ilah accompanied him in the ambulance to NUH.  And my parent, Ibu Ayu &amp;amp; Mak Ros rushed to NUH taking taxi ride.  Called my Dear Fiance to rush down to my Nyai's house.  And he did.  Feel bad of waking him up.  (He has to work night shift on that day.)   And I, have to take care younger cousins and comforting my Nyai.  Received call from my eldest brother to asked Nyai to prepare herself as he will drive Nyai to NUH.  My heart felt uneasy but have to hide it.  I just recited Ayatul Qursi to ease my uneasiness.  Asked my younger cousins to have early dinner.  And they did.  Received news from Ika (my younger cousins) from Mak Ros through teleconversation that Yai has no hope.  That news made me &amp;amp; my younger cousins burst into tears.  Then, Mami Ilah bulge in front of us asked us to prepare as we need to rush down to NUH visit Yai.  All prepared and managed to get a Comfort cab.  With me has Hafiz, Dahlia, Azim &amp;amp; Farah tagged.  Throughout the journey, we recited some doas and burst into tears.  Reached NUH, we rushed to ward 61.  (We got special treatment as every family members allowed to visit Yai despite of the strict rules due to H1N1 cases.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When everyone of the families saw Yai's condition, everyone cried.  Recited Surah Yassin, Istighfar, Shelawat to Yai.  He needs oxygen support to ease his breathing difficulty. (Till now, actually.)  Because of this, I applied Time Off.  For me, 'FAMILY FIRST'.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Even yesterday dated 29th May 2009, I went to NUH.  Whole of the families visited Yai.  We did conquered the Waiting Room as we were not allowed to gather in front of the isolation room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just now dated 30th May 2009, Yai transfers to another ward.  But still, the condition has no changes.  Whole of the families including my Dear Fiance visited him.  Firstly, Kak Intan who brought along her laptop.  But can't find 'Wireless@SG' coverage.  So have to use my Dear Fiance Starhub Mobile Broadband device.  Webcam-ed with my cousin, Aizul, who is at Norway.  He got Job Assignment there.  Aizul longing to see Yai.  And he managed to see Yai through MSN Webcam conversation.  Alhamdulillah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Ya'Allah, Aku redha apa yang akan berlaku selepas ini.  Kau tetapkan semangat Yai ku ini.  Amin Ya Rabbal Al' Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;OK, side track of the story, I already bought some of my gubahans items.  Alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4644831253655157837-2576058020768407788?l=gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/feeds/2576058020768407788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-absence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/2576058020768407788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/2576058020768407788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-absence.html' title='Long Absence...'/><author><name>Gusti Putri Haniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839990159618095907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bj01xRCax0/Sd7-tne7RkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z86RViTWcdU/S220/Gambar-Tunang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644831253655157837.post-9035197161320101591</id><published>2009-04-22T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:15:45.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm OK...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Went to CCK Polyclinic 2 days ago.  The doctor prescribed me &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;a bottle of cough syrup, a bottle of gargle solution for my sore throat, a tab of small yellow flu pills &amp;amp; a tab of lozenges&lt;/span&gt;.  Drank plenty of warm water. Alhamdulillah, it does subside my sickness.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recuperating&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;FLU&lt;/span&gt;.  Still have the nasal voice which irritates me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;BADLY&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SUFFERING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;BLOCKED NOSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; late at night.  But everything is OK.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thanks, Allah S.W.T., for curing my sickness. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks once again for keeping me healthy to carry on my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Amin...  Ya Rabbal Al'Amin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4644831253655157837-9035197161320101591?l=gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/feeds/9035197161320101591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/9035197161320101591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/9035197161320101591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-ok.html' title='I&apos;m OK...'/><author><name>Gusti Putri Haniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839990159618095907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bj01xRCax0/Sd7-tne7RkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z86RViTWcdU/S220/Gambar-Tunang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644831253655157837.post-7555010878506263197</id><published>2009-04-21T13:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:32:59.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>The Flu Bugs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;When will the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FLU BUGS&lt;/span&gt; fly away???&lt;br /&gt;I 'kena'&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; FLU&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;RUNNING NOSE&lt;/span&gt; simply can't tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;Even for the &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;PHLEGM &lt;/span&gt;in the throat irritates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;UNSTOPPABLE&lt;/span&gt; coughing &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;BLOCKED NOSE&lt;/span&gt; made me stay awake till late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm at workplace.  Enduring my sickness.  So sleepy.&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/4644831253655157837-7555010878506263197?l=gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/feeds/7555010878506263197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/04/flu-bugs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/7555010878506263197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/7555010878506263197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/04/flu-bugs.html' title='The Flu Bugs...'/><author><name>Gusti Putri Haniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839990159618095907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bj01xRCax0/Sd7-tne7RkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z86RViTWcdU/S220/Gambar-Tunang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644831253655157837.post-8656305260872644594</id><published>2009-04-17T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:20:02.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad. worse'/><title type='text'>It Become Worse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Yesterday night, I heard &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;some news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from Mak regarding about Yai's medical conditions.&lt;br /&gt;Yai's lungs are not in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; condition.&lt;br /&gt;Mak also said that the doctor recommends Yai to use a life support. This part sadden me most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Mak also said there is an alternative way. But have to use steroid to ease his breathing difficulties. I know that there is side effects but WE have no choice. For Yai's health sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;Please give my Yai some strength of life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Amin Ya Rabbal Al'Amin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644831253655157837-8656305260872644594?l=gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/feeds/8656305260872644594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-become-worse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/8656305260872644594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/8656305260872644594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-become-worse.html' title='It Become Worse...'/><author><name>Gusti Putri Haniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839990159618095907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bj01xRCax0/Sd7-tne7RkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z86RViTWcdU/S220/Gambar-Tunang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644831253655157837.post-179087169461036691</id><published>2009-04-16T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:56:38.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Get Well Soon, Yai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ya Allah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;When will my maternal grandfather, Yai, recovers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's nearly 1 week he's in ICU ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Need a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;breathing support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as he always panting to catch a breathe.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;diagnoses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; him that he has a weak heart.&lt;br /&gt;The news which makes my heart breaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I won't stop praying for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Visited him at NUH reminds me of my late paternal grandfather, Yai Bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Al-Fatehah*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;He passed away due to natural causes 9 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mazeguy.net/sad/weepy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644831253655157837-179087169461036691?l=gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/feeds/179087169461036691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-well-soon-yai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/179087169461036691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/179087169461036691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-well-soon-yai.html' title='Get Well Soon, Yai...'/><author><name>Gusti Putri Haniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839990159618095907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bj01xRCax0/Sd7-tne7RkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z86RViTWcdU/S220/Gambar-Tunang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644831253655157837.post-8407671314700543475</id><published>2009-04-16T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:01:44.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slumdog millionaire'/><title type='text'>I Will Give It 4 Out Of 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bj01xRCax0/SebDYfp_spI/AAAAAAAAAA4/obGVqOK46CU/s1600-h/slumdog_millionaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325158434994107026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bj01xRCax0/SebDYfp_spI/AAAAAAAAAA4/obGVqOK46CU/s320/slumdog_millionaire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;4 STARS MOVIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;I watched&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last Sunday at Home.&lt;br /&gt;I must say that it is a great DVD movie I ever watched.&lt;br /&gt;It depict the reality of Mumbai/Bombay. As you ever watched any of Hindi movies, they always show us how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;'rich'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they are. But in this movie, it shown at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; way. Most of them living in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; slum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;shocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on how they survive for living. Children begging for living. It sadden me most is the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;child prostitution &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;happened there&lt;/span&gt;. They are so naive but yet they earn their living in that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of way. The movie has been directed by a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;British director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Danny Boyle. Despite of some disagreement from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;BIG 'B' a.k.a. Amitabh Bachchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the movie received&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; remarks &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;worldwide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, back to the movie sipnosis:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Set in 2006, the film opens in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mumbai" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mumbai"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt; with a policeman torturing Jamal Malik (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Dev Patel" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dev_Patel"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Dev Patel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;), a former &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Street child" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Street_child"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;street child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt; from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Juhu" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juhu"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Juhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Slum" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slum"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;slums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;. In the opening scene, a title card is presented: "Jamal Malik is one question away from winning 20 million &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Rupee" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rupee"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;rupees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;. How did he do it? (A) He cheated, (B) He's lucky, (C) He's a genius, (D) It is written." Jamal is a contestant on the Indian version of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Who_Wants_to_Be_a_Millionaire?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Kaun Banega Crorepati" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaun_Banega_Crorepati"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Kaun Banega Crorepati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;) hosted by Prem Kumar (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Anil Kapoor" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anil_Kapoor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Anil Kapoor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;). He has already won 10,000,000 rupees (about US$200,000) and has made it to the final question, for 20,000,000 rupees, scheduled for the next day. Following up on a tip-off from Prem Kumar, the police now suspect Jamal of cheating, because the other possibilities -- that he has a vast knowledge, or that he is very lucky -- seem unlikely. For almost every question, Jamal had a life experience that enabled him to answer it.&lt;br /&gt;Jamal then explains that, while at least the question about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bollywood" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bollywood"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Bollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt; superstar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Amitabh Bachchan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amitabh_Bachchan"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Amitabh Bachchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt; was very simple, he knew the answers of most questions by chance, because of things that happened in his life, conveyed in a series of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Flashbacks" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flashbacks"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;flashbacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt; documenting the details of his childhood. This includes scenes of him obtaining Bachchan's autograph, the death of his mother during anti-Muslim violence (rekindling memory of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Bombay riots" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bombay_riots"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;1993 anti-Muslim attacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt; in Mumbai in the slums),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slumdog_Millionaire#cite_note-6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;[7]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt; and how he and his brother Salim befriended Latika (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Rubina Ali" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rubina_Ali"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Rubina Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;). He refers to Salim and himself as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Athos" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Athos"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Athos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Porthos" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porthos"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Porthos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;, and Latika as the third Musketeer, the name of whom they never knew.&lt;br /&gt;In Jamal's flashback, the children are eventually discovered by Maman (Ankur Vikal) while they are living in the trash heaps. Maman is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Indian mafia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_mafia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;gangster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt; (a fact they do not actually know at the time they meet him) who pretends to run an orphanage in order to "collect" street children so that he can ultimately train them to beg for money. Salim is groomed to become a part of Maman’s operation and is asked to bring Jamal to Maman in order to be blinded (which would improve his income potential as a singing beggar). Salim protects his brother, and the three children try to escape, but only he and Jamal are able to do so, catching up to a train which is departing. Latika catches up and takes Salim's hand, but Salim purposely lets go, and she is left behind as the train accelerates away.&lt;br /&gt;The brothers make a living, traveling on top of trains, selling goods, picking pockets, and cheating naive tourists at the Taj Mahal by pretending to be tour guides. Jamal eventually insists that they return to Mumbai since he wishes to locate Latika, which annoys Salim. They eventually find her, discovering that she had been raised by Maman to be a culturally talented prostitute whose virginity will fetch a high price. The brothers attempt to rescue her, but Maman intrudes, and in the resulting conflict Salim draws a gun and kills Maman. Salim then uses the fact that he killed Maman to obtain a job with Javed (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mahesh Manjrekar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahesh_Manjrekar"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Mahesh Manjrekar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;), a rival crime lord. Salim returns to the room where the three were staying and orders Jamal to leave. Jamal, knowing his brother is here to claim Latika as his own, attacks his brother violently before being overturned by Salim and confronted by a revolver as Salim threatens to kill him. Latika intervenes and tells Jamal to leave, sacrificing herself to keep him safe. With Maman's men searching for Salim, Salim and Latika flee to an unknown location, leaving Jamal alone to fend for himself.&lt;br /&gt;Years later, Jamal has a position as a tea server at a call center. When he is asked to cover for a co-worker for a couple of minutes, he searches the database for Salim and Latika and succeeds in getting in touch with Salim, who has become a high-ranking lieutenant in Javed’s organization. Jamal confronts a regretful Salim on tense terms. Jamal asks him where Latika is. Salim, annoyed and bewildered that his brother still cares about her, responds she's "long gone." Salim invites Jamal to live with him, and after Jamal follows him to Javed's house, he sees Latika (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Freida Pinto" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freida_Pinto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Freida Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;) there, and she also notices him. He bluffs his way in, pretending initially to be a chef and then later a dishwasher. Jamal and Latika have an emotional reunion, but elation quickly turns to despair after Jamal discovers that Latika is married to Javed. Upon discovering this, Jamal tries to persuade Latika to leave. She rebuffs his advances and insists that he forget about her and leave, but instead Jamal confesses his love for her and promises to wait for her every day at 5 p.m. at Mumbai's largest train station, the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus (C.S.T.), until she comes. One day, while Jamal waits there, Latika attempts to rendezvous with him, but she is recaptured by Salim and Javed's men. Javed slashes her cheek with a knife as Salim drives off, leaving a furious Jamal behind with a crowd of onlookers.&lt;br /&gt;Jamal again loses contact with Latika when Javed moves to another house outside of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mumbai" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mumbai"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;. In another attempt to find Latika, Jamal tries out for the popular game show, Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, because he knows she'll be watching. He makes it to the final question, despite the hostile attitude of the host who feeds Jamal a wrong answer during a break. At the end of the show, Jamal has one question left to win two crore, or 20 million rupees (about $400,000 U.S. dollars), but the host calls the police and Jamal is taken into police custody, where he is tortured as the police attempt to learn how he, a simple "slumdog," could know the answers to so many questions. After Jamal tells his whole story, explaining how his life experiences coincidentally enabled him to know the answer to each question, the police inspector calls Jamal's explanation "bizarrely plausible" and, knowing he's not in it for the money, allows him to return to the show for the final question.&lt;br /&gt;At Javed's safehouse, Latika watches the news coverage of Jamal's miraculous run on the show. Salim gives Latika his phone and the keys to his car. He urges her to run away and to "forgive him for what he has done." The final question asked of Jamal is to name the third musketeer in the story of The Three Musketeers. When Jamal uses his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Who Wants to Be a Millionaire" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Who_Wants_to_Be_a_Millionaire#Lifelines"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Phone-A-Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt; lifeline to call Salim, Latika barely answers the phone in time and they reconnect. She does not know the answer to the final question either but she tells Jamal that she is safe and said "I am yours" in unsubtitled Hindi before the line cuts off. Jamal guesses the correct answer (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Aramis" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aramis"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Aramis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;) to the question of the one musketeer whose name they never learned, and wins the grand prize. Simultaneously, Salim is discovered to have helped Latika escape and allows himself to be killed in a bathtub full of money after shooting and killing Javed. Salim's last words were "God is great." Later that night, Jamal and Latika meet at the railway station and they share a kiss. It is then revealed that the correct answer to the opening question is "D) it is written," implying that it is destiny. During the end credits, in a scene reminiscent of many Bollywood musicals, Jamal and Latika -- along with dozens of bystanders and even the juvenile versions of themselves -- dance in the C.S.T. train station to the song "Jai Ho," (May Victory Be Yours) the title of which epitomizes victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Courtesy of Wikipedia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;BTW, I addicted listening Jai Ho! (You Are My Destiny) by A R Rahman &amp;amp; The Pussy Cat Dolls featuring Nicole Scherzinger. What a catchy song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644831253655157837-8407671314700543475?l=gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/feeds/8407671314700543475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-will-give-it-5-out-of-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/8407671314700543475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/8407671314700543475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-will-give-it-5-out-of-5.html' title='I Will Give It 4 Out Of 5!'/><author><name>Gusti Putri Haniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839990159618095907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bj01xRCax0/Sd7-tne7RkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z86RViTWcdU/S220/Gambar-Tunang.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bj01xRCax0/SebDYfp_spI/AAAAAAAAAA4/obGVqOK46CU/s72-c/slumdog_millionaire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644831253655157837.post-3940925666198396021</id><published>2009-04-16T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T11:07:50.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling unwell'/><title type='text'>Unwell State Of Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Oh my! Now, I'm in unwell state of health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;splitting headache &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; a sore throat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mazeguy.net/sad/fever.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a few &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;deadlines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; have to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mazeguy.net/angry/grumpy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply endure the sickness while at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Just wanna to go Home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/4644831253655157837-3940925666198396021?l=gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/feeds/3940925666198396021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/04/unwell-state-of-health.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/3940925666198396021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/3940925666198396021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/04/unwell-state-of-health.html' title='Unwell State Of Health'/><author><name>Gusti Putri Haniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839990159618095907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bj01xRCax0/Sd7-tne7RkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z86RViTWcdU/S220/Gambar-Tunang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644831253655157837.post-1046121734418604917</id><published>2009-04-15T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:59:47.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life Is So Good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Praise To Allah S.W.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last two days, Raden Putra Z and I attended Pre-Marriage Course at APKIM.&lt;br /&gt;Why we chose 13th April 2009 for the course?&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanted a &lt;strong&gt;longgg&lt;/strong&gt; weekend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and he was OFF duty on that day.&lt;br /&gt;We learnt a lots of informative infos regarding about marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It did covered up everything including religious and financial matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The course split into 2 sessions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The morning session is 1 couple in to 1 Ustaz/Ustazah session.&lt;br /&gt;So nerve-freaking, I must say. A lots of &lt;strong&gt;Qs&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;As&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, we managed it well. Thanks to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ustazah Hamidah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She is our Pre-Marriage Counsellor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Even though she looks stern but she is not &lt;em&gt;stingy&lt;/em&gt; of sharing marriage infos.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch-ed at Victory. Mine was Mee Kuah. So yummylicious!&lt;br /&gt;And his Mee Goreng Mamak. Power Giler!&lt;br /&gt;Then, we prayed Zuhur prayer at Masjid Sultan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then, the afternoon session is group session.&lt;br /&gt;For group session, we had to join up 3 other couples.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, we made a good team.&lt;br /&gt;Tying up &lt;em&gt;silaturahim&lt;/em&gt; with each other.&lt;br /&gt;And on the day itself, we gotten our certificates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;~YEYYY!!! Dah boleh nikah! *mentel mode*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Just concentrating our saving for our wedding expenses from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;Insya'Allah, we will have our dream wedding in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;1½ years time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644831253655157837-1046121734418604917?l=gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/feeds/1046121734418604917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-so-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/1046121734418604917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/1046121734418604917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-so-good.html' title='Life Is So Good...'/><author><name>Gusti Putri Haniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839990159618095907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bj01xRCax0/Sd7-tne7RkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z86RViTWcdU/S220/Gambar-Tunang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644831253655157837.post-8022851933131155061</id><published>2009-04-10T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:34:26.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salutation'/><title type='text'>1st Salutation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;First &amp;amp; foremost, Hola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my humble Blogspot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just making it short &amp;amp; very simple salutation.&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/4644831253655157837-8022851933131155061?l=gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/feeds/8022851933131155061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-salutation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/8022851933131155061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644831253655157837/posts/default/8022851933131155061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gusti-putri-haniz.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-salutation.html' title='1st Salutation!'/><author><name>Gusti Putri Haniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839990159618095907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bj01xRCax0/Sd7-tne7RkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z86RViTWcdU/S220/Gambar-Tunang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
