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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.0.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 05:29:10 GMT--><rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:rss="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:cc="http://web.resource.org/cc/"><rss:channel rdf:about="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/"><rss:title>Hedaya's Journal</rss:title><rss:link>http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/</rss:link><rss:description></rss:description><dc:language>en-US</dc:language><dc:date>2008-08-21T05:29:10Z</dc:date><admin:generatorAgent rdf:resource="http://www.squarespace.com/">Squarespace Site Server v5.0.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</admin:generatorAgent><rss:items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/8/10/the-update.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/8/9/the-contact-number.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/8/5/the-last-bye.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/7/31/the-things-i-came-across.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/7/30/the-decision-made.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/7/26/the-memories-made-in-the-making.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/7/17/the-toast.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/7/15/the-yasmin-sorayas-day.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/7/9/the-what-shes-been-up-to.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/6/29/the-hot-jordan.html"/></rdf:Seq></rss:items></rss:channel><rss:item rdf:about="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/8/10/the-update.html"><rss:title>The Update</rss:title><rss:link>http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/8/10/the-update.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Hedaya</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-08-10T05:47:44Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<P><span class=full-image-block><span><img src="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/storage/nurin.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1218349815286"></span></span></P>
<P>That's Nurin, my niece. I've finally met her! Yes, have to agree, she is&nbsp;one cutie. She's heavy too. <em>Tak larat angkat. </em>Or maybe, <em>tak reti angkat. Angkat? Ke dukung? Entah. Tapi sangat sangat comel lah, rasa nak </em>chop chop.</P>
<P>Well right now, i'm getting used to everything. From speaking to looking to <em>semualah. </em>I even looked at the same old things differently now, it's very weird. It's like i just landed from a totally different planet. </P>
<P>But right now, conditions are not quite&nbsp;like most of u expect me to be having,&nbsp;so stop imagining&nbsp;things. <em>Mak abah</em> are&nbsp;busy now. A proper family dinner has not yet occured but soon i shall be having one. Right now, <em>mak</em> just got back from work&nbsp;and it's sunday. Now mak's cooking fast to catch a friend's wedding later, so she's cooking <em>maggi goreng. Haha. Maggi goreng pun maggi&nbsp;goreng lah.</em>&nbsp;Nana said i should be getting used to not having everything served. <em>Rumah ni macam rumah bujang dia kata.</em> Okay, i'll deal with that. </P>
<P>Okay, <em>mak dah panggil makan maggi.</em></P>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/8/9/the-contact-number.html"><rss:title>The Contact Number</rss:title><rss:link>http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/8/9/the-contact-number.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Hedaya</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-08-09T10:42:24Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Personal</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<P>0 1 2 - 2 3 2 7 3 1 7 </P>
<P>P/s: I miss you </P>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/8/5/the-last-bye.html"><rss:title>The Last Bye</rss:title><rss:link>http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/8/5/the-last-bye.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Hedaya</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-08-05T13:07:59Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Personal</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<P><span class=full-image-float-left><span><img src="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/storage/rose_thumb.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1217942248219"></span></span>Thursday</P>
<P>7th August 2008</P>
<P align=left>Flight&nbsp; depart&nbsp;: 5.15pm</P>
<P>Amman - Dubai - Kuala Lumpur</P>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/7/31/the-things-i-came-across.html"><rss:title>The Things I Came Across</rss:title><rss:link>http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/7/31/the-things-i-came-across.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Hedaya</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-07-31T23:45:04Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Pursuit</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<em><br>
<P>Kemas-kemas laci terjumpa, </em></P>
<P><em>surat </em>Asma'&nbsp;<em> beri masa hari jadi yang ke-19 masa</em> 1st year <em>dulu. Panjang</em>.&nbsp; </P>
<P><em>kertas</em> Hazim, Acap &amp; i scribbled during immune lecture <em>pasal</em> Ahmad &amp; dream wedding. <em>Kelakar.&nbsp;</em></P>
<P><em>resit lama</em> Mawah <em>conteng, ada&nbsp;dua orang lidi pegang tangan </em>saying&nbsp;' friends forever &amp;&nbsp;i love you always' .........</P>
<P>note <em>kecik</em> Caca <em>tinggal&nbsp;atas meja dulu sebelum pindah </em>saying&nbsp;<em>'Caca sayang kak ida'</em>. .........</P><br><br>
<P>Maybe it's a good thing i'm packing all&nbsp;my&nbsp;belongings without anybody else&nbsp;in the room.</P>
<P><span class=full-image-float-right><span><img src="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/storage/18_thumb.png?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1217550810965"></span></span></P>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/7/30/the-decision-made.html"><rss:title>The Decision Made</rss:title><rss:link>http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/7/30/the-decision-made.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Hedaya</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-07-30T21:47:31Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Pursuit</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<P><span class=full-image-float-left><span><img  src="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/storage/jij.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1217532875430"></span></span>Many&nbsp;have been asking for the definite reason&nbsp;for why i've chosen to leave this town.&nbsp;&nbsp;</P>
<P>Most of the time i took time answering.&nbsp;Trying not to make my words sounded cold &amp; flat. So they would remember me as a person who left because of nothing lesser than&nbsp;wanting to gain something greater&nbsp;at home. Careful not to hurt anybody by surprise, i did not specify.</P>
<P>To few&nbsp;i&nbsp;replied fast, with words that were far from&nbsp;kind &amp; general.&nbsp;Witnessed only&nbsp;by&nbsp;those whom i know their perception&nbsp;of me would not budge once i finished, the confession went all wet. </P>
<P>If only i could let&nbsp;some feel my heart without me having to open my mouth, i would. If only i could&nbsp;do more to show that&nbsp;it wasn't an easy decision, i would. If only i could form a sentence that had the right words, i would. If only i had answers to my own questions, believe me i would. </P>
<P>I've always thought that i've become&nbsp;a stronger person than i was before. Now i just don't know anymore. I apologize to myself for not being one. I apologize to those who are dear to me for not being one. I apologize to my family for not being one. And&nbsp;i apologize&nbsp;to anyone&nbsp;who knows me for not being one. </P>
<P>I don't even know why i'm writing this entry truth be told. Maybe&nbsp;i&nbsp;want&nbsp;people to know that i don't belong here and i'll&nbsp;love&nbsp;to leave. I want to leave.&nbsp;If&nbsp;any have felt the same way &amp; tried to stay anyway,&nbsp;i believe that person&nbsp;is&nbsp;simply somewhere&nbsp;he belongs.&nbsp;And&nbsp;when my&nbsp;questions of science and consideration of everything else could not speak as loud as my heart, that was when i knew that i had to make&nbsp;a&nbsp;decision. </P>
<P>And no, it wasn't courage. It wasn't courage that made me spoke&nbsp;of something&nbsp;i've been longing to my mother. It was something else, something i've had growing&nbsp;inside me for the past few years. To still pick up the phone knowing the words i was about to say were going to disappoint her, it&nbsp;wasn't easy. To know that i would hurt her.&nbsp;To dial&nbsp;her number with&nbsp;everybody's faces flashing at the back of my head like they mattered. To say, <em>Mak,&nbsp;Ida nak balik...&nbsp;</em></P>
<P>It's like&nbsp;begging to be taken back to the start. </P>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/7/26/the-memories-made-in-the-making.html"><rss:title>The Memories Made &amp; In The Making</rss:title><rss:link>http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/7/26/the-memories-made-in-the-making.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Hedaya</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-07-26T14:57:29Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<P><span class=full-image-float-right><span><img  src="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/storage/01AwcAX2Le7Z4AAAADAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1217105012419"></span></span>Saya rindu kawan baik saya Muhammad Taufeq bin Fauzan. Dia dah takde kat&nbsp;sini. Takde kat Irbid ni. Dia, dia dan dia lah yang buat saya&nbsp;tinggal di sini dengan kemampuan yang masih ada walaupun hati saya tidak menyukai. Sekarang dia dah takde. Saya rasa sunyi. Awak tak mungkin rasa apa saya rasa. Awak takkan. Awak nampak tapi awak tak mungkin rasa. Awak takkan paham kesunyian sejak saya berada di sini sebelum bertemu dia, Lina dan Halfi. Kelainan yang saya tidak rasai bila bersama. Saya rindu dia. Saya rindu Lina. Saya rindu Halfi. Suatu masa akan tiba, bila hati saya tiada lagi di sini,&nbsp;ingin saya&nbsp;bawa mereka bersama saya. Keluar dari tempat yang membuat saya sayu dan tak mampu. Agar mereka sentiasa bersama saya. Ke mana lagi nak lari kalau tak ke tempat adanya hati. &nbsp;</P><br>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/7/17/the-toast.html"><rss:title>The Toast</rss:title><rss:link>http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/7/17/the-toast.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Hedaya</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-07-17T18:15:19Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Program</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-left"><img style="width: 178px; height: 200px" alt="yeay.jpg" src="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/storage/yeay.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1216320703523" /></span>Tonight is the&nbsp;grand finale&nbsp;night of me having to be the <em>Ydpah Pahang</em>. At last. I'm celebrating it with a cup of Nescafe along with&nbsp;an immune book alone in my room, making a toast to myself. </p><p>After&nbsp;two years of not doing such a great job at it which i know for certain thank you very much,&nbsp;finally&nbsp;the time that i've been waiting for has come, that is, the time when i'll be free of guilt, the guilt of not doing much for the <em>persatuan</em>.&nbsp;Supposedly as the <em>Ydpah</em>, one usually should&nbsp;be active in all those get together thingy, <em>mengeratkan</em> <em>ukhuwah ahli</em>, good stuff like that <em>lah</em> by making programmes &amp; all.&nbsp;But&nbsp;i'd like to think not everybody enjoys programmes.&nbsp;And&nbsp;my <em>Ydp</em> of two years seemed to agree.&nbsp;<em>Ah</em> great leaders do think alike. So with such collaboration, no suprise we have managed to keep our <em>persatuan </em>under water for quite some time, appeared in public only when called, when asked. For clarity, it's not something that we're proud of but it's just the way we like it to be. So despite everything we didn't do, we actually did something. Something different. </p><p>Thus, congratulations to those who'll replace&nbsp;us tomorrow. I already smell a change. </p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/7/15/the-yasmin-sorayas-day.html"><rss:title>The Yasmin Soraya's Day</rss:title><rss:link>http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/7/15/the-yasmin-sorayas-day.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Hedaya</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-07-15T11:17:33Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Wishes</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-right"><img style="width: 210px; height: 280px" alt="DSC08352.jpg" src="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/storage/DSC08352.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1216121468026" /></span>Ungku Yasmin Soraya celebrates her birthday today! </p><p>Happy Birthday Yas! Semoga impian menjadi kenyataan dan tetap menjadi ahli rumah villa sampai 6th year!&nbsp;<span class="sizeGreater40"><strong>Muahx !! Muahx Muahx Muahx !!</strong></span></p><p>&quot;<em> Our wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it, To your dreams stay big and your worries stay small, You never need to carry more than you can hold, And while you're out there getting where you're getting to, I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too &quot;. </em>&nbsp; </p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Nanti Poja dengan Kak Ida buat suprise birthday party untuk Yas don't worry haha. </p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/7/9/the-what-shes-been-up-to.html"><rss:title>The What She's Been Up To</rss:title><rss:link>http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/7/9/the-what-shes-been-up-to.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Hedaya</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-07-09T22:38:32Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Personal</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-left"><img style="width: 168px; height: 224px" alt="image_0002.jpg" src="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/storage/image_0002.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1215643818469" /></span></p><p>This is me after watching Penelope the movie. I have become a person who is okay with those who don't inherit good looks. Cursed or not. I am a&nbsp;nice person deep down inside. Haha. </p><p>This update is an answer to your question to what i've been up to.</p><p>I've been up to <u>n o t h i n g</u> really. </p><p>Completely <u>n o t&nbsp;h i n g.</u> Oh people that is why i don't update because there's nothing to tell! <em>Bukan saja saja. S</em>ob sob, such accusation..</p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/6/29/the-hot-jordan.html"><rss:title>The Hot Jordan</rss:title><rss:link>http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/journal/2008/6/29/the-hot-jordan.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Hedaya</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-06-29T17:19:16Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Crap</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-right"><img style="width: 170px; height: 102px" alt="01AwcAXyepLFcAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg" src="http://freedomshack.squarespace.com/storage/01AwcAXyepLFcAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg" /></span>Everything's so hot. Price&nbsp;all naik, all hot hot. Must have more coins nowadays, makes my purse very heavy. I hot lah. Summer in Jordan so hot lah i tell you.&nbsp;Go everywhere also people hot hot one. Say something not nice, people go hot very easy one. The ladies ar become hotter. Very best.&nbsp;Men get hot lah. All bcos of the weather, their mind go hot hot one.&nbsp;Men&nbsp;blame ladies, ladies blame weather.&nbsp;Say something cool, everybody acts so hot one. Cos summer maa that's why&nbsp;act hot. Sunglasses and all. Hot lah tu, macho man. The bigger the shades, the hotter you see. So everybody also don't mind one wear big big shades, hot maa. Protect the eyes.&nbsp;So lets protect the eyes lah. Lets wear Ray Ban, don't shy shy one. Internet house now like chipsmore, makes me and everyone in this building hot. Nak open homepage also take one hour, hot like crazy lah us. Wanna go report at Daddy Abusamah, later he also become hot cos we always kacau him. Better not play a fool during summer when everybody's so hot. So lets drink water frequently this summer&nbsp;i think.&nbsp;Shower&nbsp;twice everyday&nbsp;to avoid orang sebelah&nbsp;hot at us. Don't wear perfume too much, cos sweat and perfume don't go along very well i tell you.&nbsp;Har, lets hope we all have good memories for faces, so that we'll remember how&nbsp;our faces were before summer started. Must wear sunblock you know, you care or not must wear one, cos now ah over-exposure like very intense one can cos cancer.&nbsp;Don't play play with the sun seriously. Yar lar the sun prefers&nbsp;those with low melanin, but don't&nbsp;gamble lah, if you&nbsp;put sunblock tak rugi what.&nbsp;But after summer if skin color becomes lain, don't worry, cos like Michael Jackson said, &quot; if you're thinking about being my baby, it don't matter you're black or white &quot;. </p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item></rdf:RDF>