<?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-553715306909619442</id><updated>2012-02-06T00:37:57.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>papers, rocks and scissors</title><subtitle type='html'>feel free to read, observe and analyse.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axuxeex.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553715306909619442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axuxeex.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anak salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172392701959954846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sfdgbOwAdqk/TyGO9F7ofjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DiwgrwTDJNY/s220/DSC04664.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553715306909619442.post-6475850116020796355</id><published>2012-02-03T02:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T03:08:39.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;dengan nama allah, yang maha pemurah lagi maha mengasihani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;assalamualaikum, to everyone and to my &lt;b&gt;future wife&lt;/b&gt;. grace and peace be upon muhammad al-amin ibni abdullah, rasulullah s.a.w, may we are blessed with his syafaat in the hereafter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;so this is me and this is who i am. i am waiting for someone - somewhere - unknown there to love me just the way i am. with lots of words i sent to you through allah, hope that someday i'll find you. and i'll keep searching till that day, the day that allah had prepared for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;amin, ya rabbal 'alamin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;p/s: as going with the flow, this is my response to early marriage. if anyone of you have a slightest niat in the heart, i'd say; GO FOR IT! prepare for any possibilities, you'll never know you'll start a new family at an early age.&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/553715306909619442-6475850116020796355?l=axuxeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axuxeex.blogspot.com/feeds/6475850116020796355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553715306909619442&amp;postID=6475850116020796355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553715306909619442/posts/default/6475850116020796355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553715306909619442/posts/default/6475850116020796355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axuxeex.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-is-me.html' title='this is me.'/><author><name>anak salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172392701959954846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sfdgbOwAdqk/TyGO9F7ofjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DiwgrwTDJNY/s220/DSC04664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553715306909619442.post-861442086826151180</id><published>2012-01-26T21:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T00:50:03.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A post for the bosses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; "&gt;in the name of allah, most merciful most beneficent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my daily routine is to sit and stare blankly into space. staring far without thinking of anything, the mind is just blank. but on one fine day, i did something unusual. that day was quite melancholic. it all started early in the morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;mama went to bed at 0100, she told me she has to go on a trip to putrajaya at 0430 with her office mates, asking me to wake her up at 0330 if i wasn't asleep. i said insyallah i'll be awake all night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i have this weird thing going on, i call it insomnia anxiety - a condition where i could not sleep due to high anxiety hours before doing something important. is there any scientific name for it? if not i'm going to name it eskay's syndrome. (in honour of abah, of course.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;it's 0230 and i was on twitter, 4chan and 9gag. that night it seemed nothing amuses me and alas the sleepiness kicks in. i set my alarm from 0300 for every 15 minutes until 0400, and wanted to get some shut eye for just a while. and that was a mistake, ONE (1) major problem with me - i can't hear my alarm went off even if it is plugged into a stereo set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;(&lt;i&gt;insert cazwell - ice cream truck song&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"ASTAGHFIRULLAH! mama mama, it's 0430 already!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"ALLAHU AKBAR, okay okay." she said as she rushed into the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;while waiting for mama to get ready, i sat in the living room thinking about mama. she is nearing 50 now, she's not active like she used to be. she said she's tired everyday, back from work she'll be on the sofa taking a nap and at night the television set will watch her sleep in front of it. i know it is a natural thing, but one thing went through my mind was 'when will the clock stops ticking?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"jom, let's go!" mama said quite loudly indicating she was done in just under 10 minutes and ready to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;so that was mama. in the afternoon, i did the same thing to abah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2qMD_0TWTkY/TyGCIJs-ZDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c826eyXiW0E/s1600/mama%2Babah.png" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2qMD_0TWTkY/TyGCIJs-ZDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c826eyXiW0E/s400/mama%2Babah.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701981679782880306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"d, help me with this laptop. why isn't youtube load my video properly? is it the internet or the laptop?" abah asked me in despair. it is so cute when our parents ask our assistance in helping them with the technology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;so after abah was pleased with the internet, he laid his body on the sofa for his afternoon nap. i was watching the television, sat on the opposite side of abah, changed my view from the tv to him. i noticed his grey hair is much more visible now and his hair is thinning, his wrinkles grew more and more, his belly grew bigger and himself grew weaker day by day. he's 50 now and still acts as if he is still in his 30's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and warm tears flowed down my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;as i watched him, i thought of the same thing 'when is it the clock stops ticking?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;will i be prepared to lose them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;what will happen to me, to us, when they're not here anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;oh the never ending questions went on and on. i know we can't think about it too much. quoting ustaz hasrizal from &lt;a href="http://saifulislam.com/?p=10744"&gt;saifulislam.com&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Bahawa hanya mati yang berpotensi menjadi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;worst case scenario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;, dan mati itu pula sesuatu yang terlalu pasti. Fikir mati, mati. Tak fikir mati pun, mati. Bersedia untuk mati, mati. Tak bersedia untuk mati pun, mati!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;i need to prepare myself, i remembered ustaz don daniyal don biyajid's lecture on '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NvbVfUNKEWA"&gt;children - assets to heaven or hell&lt;/a&gt;'. from the video, he discussed this hadith:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 249, 239); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When a person dies, all action is cut off for him with the exception of three things: sadaqa which continues, knowledge which benefits, or a righteous child who makes supplication for him." (Rawahu Abu Hurairah)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; line-height: 24px; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'a righteous child who makes supplication for him'&lt;/i&gt; does not only implies that the children always have to pray for their parents, but the children needs to lead the funeral ceremony. from bathing, enshrouding, praying and burial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;am i prepared? are we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&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/553715306909619442-861442086826151180?l=axuxeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axuxeex.blogspot.com/feeds/861442086826151180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553715306909619442&amp;postID=861442086826151180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553715306909619442/posts/default/861442086826151180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553715306909619442/posts/default/861442086826151180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axuxeex.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-for-bosses.html' title='A post for the bosses.'/><author><name>anak salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172392701959954846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sfdgbOwAdqk/TyGO9F7ofjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DiwgrwTDJNY/s220/DSC04664.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2qMD_0TWTkY/TyGCIJs-ZDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c826eyXiW0E/s72-c/mama%2Babah.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553715306909619442.post-2208208660870246538</id><published>2012-01-23T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T01:46:01.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creator and the creations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span  &gt;bismillah al-rahman al-rahim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;today marks my 21st year of being alive, alhamdulillah. it was 252 months of normal humanoid activities &lt;b&gt;or&lt;/b&gt; 7560 days of excretions &lt;b&gt;or&lt;/b&gt; 181440 hours of thinking, wondering and dreaming &lt;b&gt;or&lt;/b&gt; 10886400 minutes of gaseous exchange and above all, it was 653184000 seconds of Allah's grace to me, His servant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;throughout the remembered years of my life it is frankly quite hard when i think i need to please everyone with desirable behaviour, etiquette, acceptable thoughts and such as each person varies in likes and dislikes but it slipped my mind.. i was brought to Earth to please and serve Allah SWT, our creator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;A creator creates his creation as the creator's desired functions, abilities and skills. The creation dwell among other creations of the creator, to work harmoniously and continues to be good at it. does the creation needs to please other creations? NO. does a creation needs to understand and tolerate in the bounds of the creators will and wish with other creation? YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;from this point onward, i'll straighten up myself. i'll be a man, a strong desirable thoughtful Muhsin. insyallah.&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/553715306909619442-2208208660870246538?l=axuxeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axuxeex.blogspot.com/feeds/2208208660870246538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553715306909619442&amp;postID=2208208660870246538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553715306909619442/posts/default/2208208660870246538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553715306909619442/posts/default/2208208660870246538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axuxeex.blogspot.com/2012/01/creator-and-creations.html' title='Creator and the creations.'/><author><name>anak salleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13172392701959954846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sfdgbOwAdqk/TyGO9F7ofjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DiwgrwTDJNY/s220/DSC04664.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
