<?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-8816729551490950929</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:52:09.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zigzag</title><subtitle type='html'>A Scorpion. Unpredictable, Liberal, Social, Open Minded sometimes Bitchy. ZigZag is my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>emdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950490819688696588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiOxlBcRrvI/AAAAAAAAACM/epLoCxG_kyU/S220/compilation+132.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816729551490950929.post-572549543284014742</id><published>2010-10-21T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T01:05:52.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tragedi october</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam, rasanya dah lama tak menulis blog ni. Agak bosan bila tetiba takde kerja pulak. Bulan Oktober seolah-olah dingin dan menbenci pada aku. Berita kematian mengejut abang ku memberi impak besar ke atas aku dan keluarga. Sejak kematian arwah mak, kami adik beradik menjadi semakin rapat dan bergantung satu sama lain. Sekarang tanggungjawab aku dan kakak-kakak aku untuk menjaga dan membantu anak-anak arwah yang masih kecil lagi. Kepada arwah Angah, semoga kau dicucuri rahmat and roh kau di tempat orang-orang yang beriman di sisiNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas tu, aku macam di timpa masalah yang berbagai termasuk masalah kewangan akibat perkara yang tidak dijangkakan termasuk kemalangan kereta aku. Alhamdulillah, aku masih bertahan dan sabar menghadapi dugaanNya. Insyaallah, semoga masalah ini dapat di permudahkan dan di selesaikan dengan baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempat juga meluangkan masa aku pergi ke Bandung bersama-sama teman persekolahan yang di kenali dan rapat selama lebih 20 tahun. Walaupun hati ini berat nak pergi ke sana, tetapi aku tabahkan hati demi kawan yang telah aku berjanji untuk menemani dia kerana kami pergi lebih awal dari teman yang lain. Keadaan agak tensi apabila teman-teman yang lain datang, akibat perselisihan faham aku membatalkan hasrat aku untuk makan malam di tempat yang terkenal. Aku menghabiskan masa aku dengan membaca buku dan berehat di bilik aku. Aku lebih mendiamkan diri dan mood untuk berbelanja terus mati begitu aje. Mungkin kami baik tapi tidak mungkin aku akan pergi cuti bersama-sama lagi di masa akan datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hujung minggu ini, aku akan terbang ke Pulau Langkawi untuk bersama-sama teman sekerja aku untuk aktiviti ‘team building’. Tahun ini, aku ingin ‘low profile’ dan ti dak aktif untuk mana-mana persembahan. Cukuplah selama 3 tahun aku turut serta dan memberi peluang pada yang muda untuk menghiburkan dengan idea-idea yang menarik. Semoga kali ini, aku akan mendapat kedamaian dan ketenangan semoga segala masalah yang aku hadapi dapat di selesaikan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Setelah aku menulis ini, datang idea tajuk ini sebagai Tragedi Oktober.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816729551490950929-572549543284014742?l=emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/feeds/572549543284014742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816729551490950929&amp;postID=572549543284014742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/572549543284014742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/572549543284014742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/2010/10/tragedi-october.html' title='tragedi october'/><author><name>emdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950490819688696588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiOxlBcRrvI/AAAAAAAAACM/epLoCxG_kyU/S220/compilation+132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816729551490950929.post-4575729694002104853</id><published>2009-09-12T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T05:03:48.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Aidilfitri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SquNncF1BII/AAAAAAAAADU/4KTQUdeolfU/s1600-h/images%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380549888519242882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SquNncF1BII/AAAAAAAAADU/4KTQUdeolfU/s320/images%5B6%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aidilfitri menjelang tiba tak lama lagi. Akak2 Miah, Nab, Jah, Peah and Tonah pun berlumba-lumba shopping kat Nilai 3 untuk persiapan Aidilfitri. Masing-masing bukan saje sibuk membeli kain baju raya mereka tapi sibuk membeli kain langsir, carpet kat kedai pakistan macam hero hindustan, perabot jati, kedai bunga plastik dan berbagai lagi. Pendek cite, kalau boleh penuh lori 3 tan tu di bawa balik. Tak kisah panas, hujan atau bulan puasa janji hasrat mencantekan rumah masing-masing tercapai walaupun hakikatnya memang tak cantk. Bukannya ada pertandingan rumah tercantik pun di hari raya tetapi kenapa ini berlaku?. Kalau tanya pendapat, masing-masing ada alasan tersendiri. Ada laki dapat duit bonuslah, pinjam koperasi (ni kakitangan kerajaan aje), duit kutu malah laki menang loteri pun ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari perhatian Nizz, sebenarnya masing-masing nak menunjuk akan kehebatan dan kekayaan yang mereka ada walaupun ada setengah dari tu hanyalah melalui hutang. Aidilfitri adalah menyambut kemenangan bagi umat Islam berpuasa selama sebulan. Bukan setakat puasa makan minum aje bahkan dari segala segi termasuklah nafsu. Nafsu ni bukan setakat sex aje malah menahan nafsu makan, berbelanja agar jangan boros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keaadan ekonomi yang tidak berapa bagus ni, seeloknya kita berbelanja mengikut keperluan. Kalau kain langsir tu dah tukar tahun lepas, tak perlulah nak ganti baru. Kalau kerusi tu boleh duduk lagi tu, tak perlu bersusah payah pergi ke kedai perabot mat zain kat jiboi tu. Harga memang cekik darah tapi boleh buat bayaran ansuran. Itu yang paling penting bagi Kak Pora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadan bulan yang mulia, penghulu segala bulan. Jadi, eloklah beramal banyak untuk mendapatkan rahmatnya. Elakkan dari pembaziran, membantu fakir miskin, membayar zakat fitrah (hah!!!....pak mail lupa bayar zakat tahun lepas) dan banyak benda-benda yang berfaedah yang boleh kita buat di sepanjang bulan puasa ni. Nizz ingin mengucapkan Salam Aidilfitri kepada kengkawan semua dan minta maaf zahir dan batin, halalkan makan minum. Maklumlah....mulut masing-masing macam kawah neraka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816729551490950929-4575729694002104853?l=emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/feeds/4575729694002104853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816729551490950929&amp;postID=4575729694002104853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/4575729694002104853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/4575729694002104853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/2009/09/salam-aidilfitri.html' title='Salam Aidilfitri'/><author><name>emdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950490819688696588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiOxlBcRrvI/AAAAAAAAACM/epLoCxG_kyU/S220/compilation+132.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SquNncF1BII/AAAAAAAAADU/4KTQUdeolfU/s72-c/images%5B6%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816729551490950929.post-6590461101729548747</id><published>2009-06-02T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:17:24.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuala Kubu Baru and Frasers Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SlBi5QBMKmI/AAAAAAAAADM/wPo8fKrbH54/s1600-h/remix+2+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SlBi5QBMKmI/AAAAAAAAADM/wPo8fKrbH54/s320/remix+2+066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354888692635544162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awal pagi Kak Ani dah buat wake up call katanya supaya bersedia nak pergi picnic. I've suggested Kuala Kubu Baru since the place is better than Hulu Langat. As usual, i yang paling lambat. At first, I've decided not to go since a few scene from drama minggu ini seems bothering me about this plan. At last, i gave in.  Ingat nak drive my own car alone since the other car dah penuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received called from Ms Nyotah kata Mak Tonah tak dapat join us. Mengikut kisah lagenda mengatakan mak tonah' mom datang ke rumahnya pada pagi tu. ?????. So Ms Nyota pun suruh datang the The Istara tempat berkumpul and tag along with them naik kereta Alimi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebat sungguh, pasangan the Istara ni masak nasi lemak and pasta goreng dia siap bawak bakul lagi. Masa dalam perjalanan, Doc suggested pergi ke Hulu Gombak since we want a little of privacy dari tempat orang ramai. Akhirnya, KKB tempat pilihan since i like the place better even before new Dam was built. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila sampai dah takde tempat letak kereta, sebenarnya letak tepi jalan aje. We decided to move further hoping can get the best spot. We found one but during our journey to our car to get our stuf tetiba dengar suara makcik2 kiah and rombongan dia. Habisss....dah takde privacy. Finally we found one which is far better and good view. Cantik sangat kat sana and we saw 'something' which made us melopong tengok keindahan itu. We all asyik mandi makan mandi makan aje sampai kak ani kena buat soul searching katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SlBf2PxLYRI/AAAAAAAAADE/SHT7oPNhEJo/s1600-h/remix+2+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SlBf2PxLYRI/AAAAAAAAADE/SHT7oPNhEJo/s320/remix+2+131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354885342493892882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterthat, we all pergi ke Fraser's Hill coz dah dekat katanya and ada orang yang tak pernah pergi. Puas kat sana, we all pun turun balik. Our journey become too long due to unforseen circumstances. Apa dia...???? jangan pandang belakang. Alhamdulillah, we selamat sampai ke KL jugak tanpa sebarang musibah. Cuma usikan nakal aje tu. So next time kawan-kawan jangan cakap sebarangan kalau tak sanggup menghadapinya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816729551490950929-6590461101729548747?l=emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/feeds/6590461101729548747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816729551490950929&amp;postID=6590461101729548747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/6590461101729548747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/6590461101729548747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/2009/06/kuala-kubu-baru-and-frasers-hill.html' title='Kuala Kubu Baru and Frasers Hill'/><author><name>emdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950490819688696588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiOxlBcRrvI/AAAAAAAAACM/epLoCxG_kyU/S220/compilation+132.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SlBi5QBMKmI/AAAAAAAAADM/wPo8fKrbH54/s72-c/remix+2+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816729551490950929.post-1798014798415178404</id><published>2009-06-02T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:55:54.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YeW mUn's BeLateD BiRtHdAy DiNnEr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiVIlOi5CtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Eu4pqjx6mq0/s1600-h/remix+2+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiVIlOi5CtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Eu4pqjx6mq0/s320/remix+2+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342756337341762258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend memang busy sangat. First agenda, balik Seremban to fetch my sisters nak pi ke Melaka attend wedding pulak. Pastu pi Tampin pulak order kuih for my step sis punya engagement ceremony the next day. After sent my sis balik Seremban, balik ke KL terus to attend Yew Mun's belated birthday dinner @Lala Chong, Ara Damansara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what??? Birthday Boy came first. Maluuu...organizer tak sampai lagi. I have to fetch Zed at her place before. When i reached there, Yew Mun, Eugene, Eddie and his friend Adam and Farid were there. Later Rosie datang walaupun sesat mula-mula. Pastu yang berbahgia Cik Jah pun datang dengan BMW dia bersama Cik Tipah. Kak Ani and doc have another agenda, Mak Tonah dengan cerita lagenda dia tak dapat e-mail so dah commit with another agenda. Mek Ha balik Kelantan. Rino and Wan Yee mencari ikan di Pulau Lang Tengah untuk di makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zed masa dalam perjalanan dah telephone Yew Mun suruh order favourite food dia. As usual, acara makan memakan ni memang dinantikan. Juaranya mesti Zed. Eugene pun tak kurang hebatnya. Bukan senang nak get together ni. Next session to be informed later. We ended up until 11 plus. Dah bayar pun masih dok berborak lagi. As usual lah , kalau ada Cik Jah, memang meriah jadinya sampai lupa nak balik rumah. Lepas hantar Zed balik, i balik rumah terus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816729551490950929-1798014798415178404?l=emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/feeds/1798014798415178404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816729551490950929&amp;postID=1798014798415178404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/1798014798415178404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/1798014798415178404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/2009/06/yew-muns-belated-birthday-dinner.html' title='YeW mUn&apos;s BeLateD BiRtHdAy DiNnEr'/><author><name>emdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950490819688696588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiOxlBcRrvI/AAAAAAAAACM/epLoCxG_kyU/S220/compilation+132.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiVIlOi5CtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Eu4pqjx6mq0/s72-c/remix+2+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816729551490950929.post-5900894522753699809</id><published>2009-05-21T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T04:37:03.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mY New wOrKIng aRea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiO3y5arE_I/AAAAAAAAACs/mhgZzqmxzlA/s1600-h/remix+1+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiO3y5arE_I/AAAAAAAAACs/mhgZzqmxzlA/s320/remix+1+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342315668025578482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new working area. However the console table is not belong to me. It is a temporary one given on loan basis by the furniture shop as compensation for selling my actual console table to other people. Hangin satu badan ni!!! All this while, nobody seems interested with it until i saw and asked the manager to remove the original color and make it black color since he gave me very good price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait until end June to get my new replacement, exactly what i want. Luckily,  the cost to remove and repaint and delivery will be borne by them. Wow...good bargain! This temporary console is expansive than mine. Kudos to the furniture shop manager so being kind to his loyal customer like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day, i have made it as my working area. I just put my house telephone and Zed's wedding group photo. Currently, i am using P1Wimax. I dont have any internet problem anymore. It is faster and cheaper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816729551490950929-5900894522753699809?l=emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/feeds/5900894522753699809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816729551490950929&amp;postID=5900894522753699809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/5900894522753699809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/5900894522753699809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-working-area.html' title='mY New wOrKIng aRea'/><author><name>emdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950490819688696588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiOxlBcRrvI/AAAAAAAAACM/epLoCxG_kyU/S220/compilation+132.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiO3y5arE_I/AAAAAAAAACs/mhgZzqmxzlA/s72-c/remix+1+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816729551490950929.post-2111749367333653736</id><published>2009-05-21T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:48:33.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kAwAn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/ShVpTfwVXcI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZQcIkwhbIBM/s1600-h/Picture+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/ShVpTfwVXcI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZQcIkwhbIBM/s320/Picture+077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338288716980248002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan, friend, sahabat, teman dan sesuatu dengannya adalah makna yang sama. Ada antara kita telah lama berkawan sejak dari kecil mahupun yang baru berkenalan. Ni kes baru nak menguratlah ni. Kawan-kawan pun ada banyak jenis dan perangai yang berbeza tau ciri-ciri yang unik. Ada kawan kerja, kawan sekolah, kawan gym, kawan shopping, kawan menangis, kawan makan, kawan clubbing dan berbagai-bagai lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang di tulis pada kali ni jenis kawan yang mempunyai niat atau agenda tertentu. Kawan jenis ni memang tak boleh pakai. Dia menjelma dalam diri anda pada saat anda memerlukan kawan atau teman untuk berbicara mahupun teman untuk main.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari apa yang aku lalui dan berdasarkan pengalaman kawan-kawan 'sesuatu' aku. Orang jenis ni memang banyak. Tak caya, cubalah tanya sapa yang rajin chatting on-line. Bak kata kawan aku. "melambak sangat nok". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pernah berkenalan dengan seorang 'teman' ni, muka baik dan ada personaliti yang menarik dari tutur gayanya dan orangnya menawan sampai Kak Ani boleh tertawan. (Motif nama Kak Ani masuk!). Pernah date bersamanya untuk beberapa kali tapi peliknya aku tak rasa jatuh cinta padanya. Kenapa aku rasa macam ada yang tak kena dengannya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada awalnya, aku ikutkan aje rentak dia. Kemudian baru aku tau bahawa dia nak gunakan aku untuk menyelamatkan dia dari sesuatu. Baru aku faham, kenapa dia rajin sangat dengan aku tetiba. Aku bernasib baik kerana tidak tersalah langkah. SMS yang tersalah hantar pada aku telah menjadi bukti ketidak ikhlasan hati dia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kenal juga beberapa 'teman' adek-adek ni. Punyalah bagus, tak pernah jumpa dah nak kita spedo dia top up hand phone, nak pinjam duitlah, nak tumpang bilik dan ada yang nak aku sponsor tambang balik kampung. Apa! Dia ingat aku kerja cap duit agaknya. Sorry dude! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi pada kawan-kawan rapatku, kawan yang baik adalah kawan yang ikhlas, sama-sama ketawa, menangis, susah dan senang. Aku berbangga masih mempunyai kawan-kawan seperti gymfreak, channel 6 geng dan beberapa kawan office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816729551490950929-2111749367333653736?l=emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/feeds/2111749367333653736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816729551490950929&amp;postID=2111749367333653736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/2111749367333653736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/2111749367333653736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/2009/05/kawan.html' title='kAwAn'/><author><name>emdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950490819688696588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiOxlBcRrvI/AAAAAAAAACM/epLoCxG_kyU/S220/compilation+132.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/ShVpTfwVXcI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZQcIkwhbIBM/s72-c/Picture+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816729551490950929.post-4473240854870192064</id><published>2009-05-10T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:40:42.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hAppY MoTheR's DaY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/Sgb1TNHoAgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8Nrjqj-DBGI/s1600-h/mothersday_a2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/Sgb1TNHoAgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8Nrjqj-DBGI/s320/mothersday_a2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334220518954893826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My mother, the queen of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Reigns in my sky like a moon,&lt;br /&gt;Pulling the tides of my senses,&lt;br /&gt;Lighting the paths of my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All melodies hence will play subtly&lt;br /&gt;Against this first, dominant theme&lt;br /&gt;That will turn their most delicate graces&lt;br /&gt;Into harmonies they'll never hear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor can I visit the garden&lt;br /&gt;Where once I lay wrapped in her arms.&lt;br /&gt;The doors of the past will not open&lt;br /&gt;Though I live 'neath a dome of pure joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(French translation)&lt;br /&gt;Ma mère, la reine de mon coeur, règnes en mon ciel aiment une lune, tirant les marées de mes sens, allumant les chemins de mes rêves.  Toutes les mélodies par conséquent joueront subtilement contre ce premier, le thème dominant qui transformera leurs graces plus sensibles en harmonies qu'ils n'entendront jamais.  Ni peux je visite le jardin où une fois que je m'étends enveloppé dans elle des bras. Les portes du passé ne s'ouvriront pas bien que je vive 'neath un dôme de joie pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since year 2002, i wont be able to celebrate Mother's Day with my beloved mom. She is everything to me. God loves her much and she left us unexpectedly on 22.01.2002. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Mom. You are always in my heart and nobody can never replace you and i love you. Al-fatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816729551490950929-4473240854870192064?l=emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/feeds/4473240854870192064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816729551490950929&amp;postID=4473240854870192064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/4473240854870192064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/4473240854870192064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='hAppY MoTheR&apos;s DaY'/><author><name>emdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950490819688696588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiOxlBcRrvI/AAAAAAAAACM/epLoCxG_kyU/S220/compilation+132.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/Sgb1TNHoAgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8Nrjqj-DBGI/s72-c/mothersday_a2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816729551490950929.post-8769366307784719211</id><published>2009-05-10T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T02:21:53.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Pengantin Baru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SgaUoQgv-qI/AAAAAAAAABk/iZmZkbcWKNA/s1600-h/P1010553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SgaUoQgv-qI/AAAAAAAAABk/iZmZkbcWKNA/s320/P1010553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334114228014938786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Pengantin Baru buat Razman and Shireen. Razman was my lunch buddy all this while. His beautiful and lovely wife is our officemate too. Dua pengantin nampak segak and cantik di atas pelamin. Mereka bernikah minggu sebelumnya dan majlis recepsi runah pengantin perempuan tak dapat pergi kerana kami kena kerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum itu, i pergi ke majlis perkahwinan Nazz dan Shida, tapi tak sempat nak lihat mereka bersanding kerana nak bergegas ke Kuantan. Driver nak cepat masa tu. Sampai Kuantan, we all sesat ke rumah pengantin lelaki. Nasib baik Kay dan Rye biasa dengan Kuantan. Akhirnya sampai jugak kami ke rumah Razman. Aishah and Rocky sampai kemudian. Kesian pengantin kena tunggu kami sampai pukul 4 petang dengan baju songket yang cantik serta tebal and panas itu. Selesai sessi bergambar, baru kami makan.Finally, i managed to squeeze my time to pay them a visit in Kuantan. To both couples, Selamat Pengantin Baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas itu, we all balik ke hotel and pergi makan malam di Tanjung Lumpur. Wah...we all order segala bagai jenis ikan and other seafoods. I recommend makan kat situ sebab makanan dia sedap dan harga teramat murah. Lepas makan lepak kat Teluk Cempedak before balik hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SgaaRxae04I/AAAAAAAAABs/hsDJK_ps8mk/s1600-h/P1010581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SgaaRxae04I/AAAAAAAAABs/hsDJK_ps8mk/s320/P1010581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334120438779794306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before balik, we all pi makan di Kemaman Kopitiam and lepak di Pantai Teluk Cempedak lagi sekali. Pastu kawan-kawanku yang perempuan ni sibuk pi shopping sakan kat East Coast Mall sampai petang. Gila sakan shopping sampai kereta pun penuh. Macamlah Aussino and kaunter Estee Lauder takde kat KL. Sampai KL pun dah malam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816729551490950929-8769366307784719211?l=emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/feeds/8769366307784719211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816729551490950929&amp;postID=8769366307784719211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/8769366307784719211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/8769366307784719211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/2009/05/selamat-pengantin-baru.html' title='Selamat Pengantin Baru'/><author><name>emdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950490819688696588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiOxlBcRrvI/AAAAAAAAACM/epLoCxG_kyU/S220/compilation+132.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SgaUoQgv-qI/AAAAAAAAABk/iZmZkbcWKNA/s72-c/P1010553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816729551490950929.post-42384246418116052</id><published>2008-08-22T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:49:43.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sawang</title><content type='html'>dah lama tak update my blog. Some of my friends did say my blog dah bersawang. Nevermind. I've been busy lately with my workload and unforseen additonal personal matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to update since last April. Somehow, i managed to join a group of friends to PD for holiday. Later to Fraser's Hill and recently to PD again. Dont ask me why i like to go PD. Nothing much except i need to take a break for my hectic daily schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to gym almost 2 months. My body has become bigger and bigger again. Trying to diet but eversince my beloved sister from hometown around, almost everynight without fail, i was taking dinner. I really missed her food all this while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love or scandal life? Quite sometime temporarily stop! Nowadays, i prefer to hangout with my close friends for coffee or dinner. I love their accompany. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condolence to my close aunt on her beloved husband demise on 9 August. I am planning to visit her often. She is the closest aunt from my father side. When i look at her, i always remember my late grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This months i have received a lot of wedding invitation. Penat asyik makan nasi minyak or beriani. Anyway thanks for those invite and mana yang tak dapat or sempat attend tu, my sincere apology. To Diha, thanks for the invite and congratulation to you brother. Diha, bila lagi??? takkan dengan abang songkok color maroon tu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really missed my gym and gymfreak. To Rose &amp; Lola, both of you always in my heart and i missed both of you. My beloved friend, Eugene, get well soon. To Zed, my respect to you. You can handle it although it may too pain and bitter for you to face it. Hope Nikki's condition become better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update my other entry sooner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816729551490950929-42384246418116052?l=emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/feeds/42384246418116052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816729551490950929&amp;postID=42384246418116052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/42384246418116052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/42384246418116052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/2008/08/sawang.html' title='Sawang'/><author><name>emdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950490819688696588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiOxlBcRrvI/AAAAAAAAACM/epLoCxG_kyU/S220/compilation+132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816729551490950929.post-4988706293306576910</id><published>2008-04-21T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T05:45:31.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Break in Port Dickson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well.....i've received sms from Kak Ani in the middle of the night and asked me whether to join them in PD that weekend. Actually it was an extended invitation from their housemate Azmir and another friend Ismail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was hectic day for me since i was working that day and later rushing back home before heading to PD. I tagged along with Doc and Kak Ani in separate car since i was planning to come back to KL early the next day. We reached Pasir Panjang around 9.00 pm coz both Azmir and Ismail were having dinner there but later we've decided to have dinner in PD town instead. Reason...&lt;em&gt;all ikan dah habis&lt;/em&gt;? We found a nice restaurant near Teluk Kemang. The food nice and at reasonable price. Azmir &amp;amp; Ismail told us that their dinner cost them more than us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're  chatting and laughing like nobody business. Later, we cruised along PD town before heading to another restaurant to have another drink....again! We went back to our apartment at Blue Lagoon. Nice apartment and have a good view not to mentioned everyone of us watching this youngsters were having a good time swimming in the middle of night. Hmmmm.....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Doc went back early that morning due to work commitment. Instead, i've decided to stay. (motive......try to make myself having a good time for a while). I've been very busy with my workloads lately and i really need to take a short break. After breakfast near the beach, we're heading straight to the beach. Weather was good and i managed to learn swimming by myself. We've stayed from morning until afternoon. Wow.....of course we really had a good time plus the 'view'. hehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After checked-out, we had our lunch at Sri Bayu food court near Bayu Beach. A lot of army guys there. Hhmmmmm....not bad!!! I did not take anything. Later, we went to PD town to have a cendol and i'd my rojak and nasi tomato. Million thanks to Azmir and Ismail plus Doc and Kak Ani too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now...i am looking forward to have another holiday in Malacca this weekend with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816729551490950929-4988706293306576910?l=emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/feeds/4988706293306576910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816729551490950929&amp;postID=4988706293306576910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/4988706293306576910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/4988706293306576910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/2008/04/short-break-in-port-dickson.html' title='Short Break in Port Dickson'/><author><name>emdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950490819688696588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiOxlBcRrvI/AAAAAAAAACM/epLoCxG_kyU/S220/compilation+132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816729551490950929.post-1546029277739140893</id><published>2008-04-18T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:40:12.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family and Friends....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently i bumped with my old 'friend'. We've lost contact for more than 3 years. Still a nice person as he is and married with 2 kids. We decided to have a drink at one of the cafe since both of us quite free at that time. We were chatting about our life and catching up old stories. He is the same person with his antique jokes and very talkative. We promise to meet up again next time and i hope to see his family too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Later in that day, how i really missed my old friends who i did not contact for some reasons or i've lost their number. Not only that, i realize how i missed my younger days having close with my old friends and cousins. Nowadays, everybody seems busy with their own family commitment and occasionally meet up during family function or at '&lt;em&gt;kenduri&lt;/em&gt;'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speaking of wedding or family functions, i'll try my very best level not to attend except for my very close family or friends. I hate when people started asking me when is my day? Well....should i tell them or not? I prefer to keep them guessing. My family never asked me about that question, knowing they know me very well although we never openly discuss this issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next week, i am organizing family holiday in Malacca to fulfill my beloved pregnant sister in Seremban wish to have family get together before her due for delivering in June. I thought to have it in Port Dickson, instead my brother prefer to choose Malacca since we have so many relatives in there. I managed to book an apartment with a good rate instead of overnite at relatives house. It's been years after our beloved mom passed away, we never have proper family holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the same time, my closest friends are planning to have a day trip to Malacca too. I am planning to celebrate Yew Mun's belated birthday since i haven't celebrate his birthday yet. So, i'll join my friends first and to join my family later. I loves to be with my family and my closest friends around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8816729551490950929-1546029277739140893?l=emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/feeds/1546029277739140893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816729551490950929&amp;postID=1546029277739140893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/1546029277739140893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/1546029277739140893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/2008/04/family-and-friends.html' title='Family and Friends....'/><author><name>emdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950490819688696588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiOxlBcRrvI/AAAAAAAAACM/epLoCxG_kyU/S220/compilation+132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816729551490950929.post-6144230563471039863</id><published>2008-04-16T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T04:49:20.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musim percintaan....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sejak akhir-akhir ini, asyik kedengaran kawan-kawan tengah mula jatuh cinta atau cinta baru nak berputik. Ini termasuklah dari seseorang yang telah mengatakan "&lt;em&gt;i dont believe in love and i rather to be a single person&lt;/em&gt;" (without naming anyone!) telah pun mula duduk bersimpuh sambil senyum sorang-sorang. Hhmmmmm......well, dunia ni satu putaran. Apa dikutuk dan diumpat masa dulu sudah makan tuan sikit demi sedikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been into a series and unique (maybe) relationship before and made me even wiser now&lt;/em&gt;. Banyak yang menarik sewaktu bercinta, kita mula leka dan kadangkala lupa benda dan keadaan di sekeliling kita. Malah, kita boleh jadi seseorang yang bukan diri kita. &lt;em&gt;i know this is not healthy in relationship&lt;/em&gt;. Pernah kawan-kawan buat conference meja bulat di cafe atau di rumah bercerita tentang diri ini tapi apakan daya, diri ini telah ditawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupakan tentang diri ini. Dalam percintaan yang penting ketelusan hati kita. Biarlah diri ini yang sebenarnya bukan jadi seorang yang &lt;em&gt;pretentious &lt;/em&gt;atau berpura-pura semata-mata untuk menarik perhatian si dia sedangkan itu hanya lakonan semata-mata. Biar si dia tahu tentang diri ini sebenarnya dan sentiasa berterus terang. Yang penting &lt;em&gt;give and take&lt;/em&gt; mesti ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I not too perfect to discuss about this topic but as a friend, i just want my friends to be happy. My previous relationship was not good at all but it gave me another chance to look myself from different perspective&lt;/em&gt;. Kepada kawan-kawan ku, semoga kalian berbahagia dan cuba bertahan hendaknya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816729551490950929-6144230563471039863?l=emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/feeds/6144230563471039863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816729551490950929&amp;postID=6144230563471039863' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/6144230563471039863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/6144230563471039863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/2008/04/musim-percintaan.html' title='Musim percintaan....'/><author><name>emdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950490819688696588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiOxlBcRrvI/AAAAAAAAACM/epLoCxG_kyU/S220/compilation+132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816729551490950929.post-765544450186967428</id><published>2008-04-16T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T03:56:51.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolence...</title><content type='html'>Today i've heard a sad news about Papa Bear's father. He died peacefully this morning (Dallas time). He succumbed to colon cancer. To Papa Bear and Rosie, my condolence to you and family. Last week, i've read Lola's blog that her mother in law has passed away. My condolence to you Lola and DMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816729551490950929-765544450186967428?l=emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/feeds/765544450186967428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816729551490950929&amp;postID=765544450186967428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/765544450186967428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/765544450186967428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/2008/04/condolence.html' title='Condolence...'/><author><name>emdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950490819688696588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiOxlBcRrvI/AAAAAAAAACM/epLoCxG_kyU/S220/compilation+132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816729551490950929.post-719292157536808841</id><published>2008-04-15T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T04:09:40.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend To Get Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, she had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I didn't love her anymore..I just pitied her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I did'nt have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a months time and she did'nt want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes&lt;br /&gt;and said softly, don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realised she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me, .. she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realise that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property , the money in the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you just might save a marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Author unknown - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816729551490950929-719292157536808841?l=emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/feeds/719292157536808841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816729551490950929&amp;postID=719292157536808841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/719292157536808841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/719292157536808841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/2008/04/ill-to-all-married-couples-and-singles.html' title='To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend To Get Married'/><author><name>emdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950490819688696588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiOxlBcRrvI/AAAAAAAAACM/epLoCxG_kyU/S220/compilation+132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816729551490950929.post-4364780406380393982</id><published>2008-04-12T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T04:27:29.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally i write my own blog. My friends have started blogging earlier. ZigZag represents my own life all this while. I am planning to write a series of my opinion about our political landscape, economics, environment etc. I know it may sounds boring to some of you guys. i know it! It will be a mixture of simple and plain english as well as malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time writing my own blog after thinking to do it quite sometimes ago. My heavy workloads almost killing my intention. However, after a series of exchange opinions and arguments with my friend Kak Ani about our current political scenario has changed my mind again. So, I decided to continue it. I managed to teach Kak Ani how to start his own blog and facebook too. Kak Ani has started writing his own blog already. My blog still empty without any entry. Ermm...! This is my first entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8816729551490950929-4364780406380393982?l=emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/feeds/4364780406380393982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8816729551490950929&amp;postID=4364780406380393982' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/4364780406380393982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8816729551490950929/posts/default/4364780406380393982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emdy-zigzag.blogspot.com/2008/04/intro.html' title='.....intro'/><author><name>emdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950490819688696588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOxi9-iy-qU/SiOxlBcRrvI/AAAAAAAAACM/epLoCxG_kyU/S220/compilation+132.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
