<?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-20606527</id><updated>2012-02-11T00:01:17.764+08:00</updated><category term='Khairul'/><title type='text'>My Life. My Story.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-6346661808623050246</id><published>2012-02-11T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T00:01:17.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming 2012</title><content type='html'>Our family welcomed 2012 with a road trip to Subang Jaya, Malaysia with hubby's friend - Azly &amp; family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was apprehensive of going on a road trip with others as I was worried about the kid's tears and tantrums. But it turned out to be a fun trip. Our family managed to sync and our kids had lots of fun together since they were of the same age group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's eve, me went on a one day trip to Genting Highlands. Totally unprepared and we were all without proper coldwear. But we made it and had a lot of fun. It was a happy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly a gastronomical holiday with us having traditional kampong dishes, Carls Junior, Tony Romas and durians!! 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In the blink of an eye, 2010 has come and coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened throughout the year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My kids have grown!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haryz Aiman is 3 years old. He has spoken more to the extent that we can't shut him up at times! He's nearly completely potty trained now. Even going without diapers at night for the past one week now. He's also put on a lot of weight. At 25kg with an appetite to eat everytime others have their meal. But I don't have the heart to reprimand lah. I speak to him at times. And I seriously believe that the weight will go as he grows older. We've placed a deposit to secure his place in My First Skool next year. The anxiety us driving me crazy!! Especially when he asks if I'll be there with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul Iman is a terror at 14 mths. He seems to be everywhere at any one time. Climbing, crawling, dancing... And boy can he scream! It's become so common to see strangers covering their ears when this boy chooses to show&lt;br /&gt;us his displeasure. But he is my precious la. Choosing always to be carried by me and then laying his head on my shoulder once I pick him after I reach home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Mister is completing his diploma in a couple of months. Though I don't tell him often enough, I am so darn proud of him for juggling work, studies, business and fatherhood. I know it hasn't been easy and much sleep has been sacrificed. But we're nearly there dear! Don't give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For me, this year will be memorable cos I finally made the move to take my driving license and passed on the first try!! Nt that I have any lifelong wish to be an F1 driver or whatever... Just that I seriously believe that everyone should have this knowledge in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this, I finally made the move at work. I've been transferred to another SBU after being in CQ for the past 8 years in my life. Definitely will miss the place but I really felt there was no more prospects for me there and work was starting to feel like a chore. At least this new place offers me a new environment and I also hope new opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. At home, the one thing that we were all hoping won't happened ... Well, it happened. I think all of us are still shell shocked. Or maybe is it just me? 7 mths down the road, I still feel like I'm just going through life motions until the one fine day where she comes back to us. I attribute all that has happened to fate and HIS way of planning what's best for us. Just pls pls God, don't make it even harder than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days going to be very busy with DnDs, meetings, holiday and finally Haryz's preparation for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that more good things will come for us in the year of 2011. And strength. And patience. And love... Mostly love. 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Not that I've got nothing to write, bt just that I'm too LAZY to write!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last twenty-something birthday. Yet, ask me what I have achieved in all of my 29 years, and my answer would probably be a shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm a mom of two, but I don't feel I'm a good mom. Haryz turns 3 this July and I have yet to wean him off from my breast and he is no where close to being potty trained. He's not been enrolled in a school and I suck at disciplining him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8 months, Khairul alrd knows that I am someone he can bully. I feed him to sleep although this is the very thing every books on parenting tell u to not do. And dun even ask me when I will move my kids out of the king size bed which all 4 of us are currently sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a wife, I admit that I wish can be better. I am too busy with work and kids that I can see hubby feeling abandoned. But I seriously don't know hw to cope when 24 hours is all I have in a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a daughter, I wish I can provide more for my mom, who never ever asked for more. She who is satisfied with all that God gives her and takes on all our nonsense... I really hope I could have done more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting depressed... I'm stopping here for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-4208198090897522547?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/4208198090897522547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=4208198090897522547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/4208198090897522547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/4208198090897522547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2010/06/jun-2010.html' title='Jun 2010'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-5772844478490311119</id><published>2010-05-13T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:10:18.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today - 13 May 2010</title><content type='html'>We said goodbye today. It was painful. I am sure the scar that's left behind will be with me for sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad too that I was the last person to see u before the door which separates u to us was shut. That I had to be the bearer  of bad news to all that matters. What will our lives be like tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stayed today... Bringing Naqib out for kite when the kiddo wouldn't stop crying. Then later to timezone to distract them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Fiqri had difficulty sleeping. Such that Mak gave him ur shirt from this morning to sleep. It worked for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all this, I wondered about you. The memory of you breaking when you held Fiqri will be in my mind forever. Be strong love. We will all pray for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-5772844478490311119?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/5772844478490311119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=5772844478490311119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/5772844478490311119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/5772844478490311119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-13-may-2010.html' title='Today - 13 May 2010'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-4975025164339663331</id><published>2010-03-27T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T18:59:23.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants</title><content type='html'>Tired. Exhausted. Angry. Unhappy. Feeling crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, money is the root of all evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-4975025164339663331?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/4975025164339663331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=4975025164339663331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/4975025164339663331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/4975025164339663331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2010/03/rants.html' title='Rants'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-5825093230966920660</id><published>2010-02-24T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:47:38.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boys</title><content type='html'>Once again, I can believe hw fast the time has passed. It's back to work again after 6 mths away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it still feels like a joke when i realize that I am now a mother of two? I still am not smart enough to answer the queries that will come from my boys, barely have enough patience to entertain the screams of a baby, and still squemish about poo and all yucky stuff. But here I am... Been there, done that, and doing it yet again (and again? And again? Lol!!) What is it about motherhood? The worries it brings you... If u're teaching them right? If you're feeding them right? If you're treating them right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to my boys! They drive me to tears at times with their screams and demands, but leave them for half a day and I get lovesick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/sitizarina.jamil/MyLifeMyStory?authkey=Gv1sRgCJGLsaKM8eK1XA#5441806263528684002'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/S4Ut9vofeeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/10tDyakAovo/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haryz, my love, is now 30 mths old. Soooo cute and mischievous! He is learning to talk and have started to form sentences in his daily converations. But, gosh, the things he says at time can make me tear with laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haryz, tomorrow mummy work k. You must be a good boy and look after ur brother k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You want me to bring home anything for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ah yes! Mi, Am, Air... Pos! (translate: mee, ayam and air. Mampos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (in btw laughter, tries to be serious and tries to chide him, while realizing he had learnt this word from me!) Haryz cnt say that ok... No good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Pos! (complete with slapping head motion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mampos! Cute kan??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being full of mischief means he often gets a smack on his bottom. For eg, it was my first day at work and I reached home tired and cranky due to a swollen breast. Mak was only cooking dinner. While watching me pump, Haryz was happily pouring water on my bedroom floor! Needless to say, he got a earful from me, complete with a flick on his ear. Now, screams and tears I can tahan. But definitely not the 'I'm so hurt u would do that to me' kinda look. It made me question myself if it was necessary to hit him at all. Haiyz... Parenting is no easy task man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/sitizarina.jamil/MyLifeMyStory?authkey=Gv1sRgCJGLsaKM8eK1XA#5441806268016200162'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/S4Ut-AWZieI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XUDgBG3-XRM/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul, my precious, is 4 month old! Boy he's one garang baby! Sleepy? Scream! Hungry? Scream! Scared? Scream! Btw me and Mak, we constantly have to take turns with him cos he needs to be entertained at all times!! But when he smiles.... I cam literally feel all my troubles fading away! I can feel all the knots in me untying and I'm melting away... Told my MIL that  he will be the ultimate bad boy in school whom all the girls have a crush on. Heehee!! He's getting smarter now and has started to show a preference to BM instead of formula. His eyes follow me around the house as though saying 'play with me! Sit with me!' He likes to stand and screams whenever we try to put him in his rocker. He's got good head control as he's been lifting his head since birth and is now trying to flip. He's also shown interest in food and will look at us intently when we eat. I am still resisting it though, at least until we have the doctor's advice this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear readers, do u know that due to work and family commitments, this blog took me a whole 2 weeks to complete??!! But have to end here now cos my love's having fever and needs my TLC. Bubye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-5825093230966920660?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/5825093230966920660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=5825093230966920660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/5825093230966920660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/5825093230966920660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-boys.html' title='My Boys'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/S4Ut9vofeeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/10tDyakAovo/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-3113499451545905666</id><published>2010-02-01T11:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:04:18.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Time sure flies huh? It's alrd February and come the 22nd, it's back to work for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a bit worrisome leaving Mak at home to look after the 4 boys... But there's little we cam do about this. It will be a rush the first few weeks until each of us establish our routines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak, I'm really grateful to have u doing this for us, although all of us agree it's a hugeeee task to accomplish. Thank for making it easier for me to go back to work, knowing my kids are well looked after. I love u Mak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on the other hand, am so not looking forward to work. Work as usual will be very busy and I only worry about not being able to pump and having to work late. Haiyz... Why issit that working late has become a norm for all such that those who goes back on time is seen as underperformers? All these thoughts depresses me.. So I'm gonna stop here and sulk elsewhere. Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-3113499451545905666?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/3113499451545905666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=3113499451545905666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/3113499451545905666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/3113499451545905666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2010/02/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-198753545987502049</id><published>2010-01-24T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:49:01.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>We did it today, like finally. But am still not sure if our decision is for the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, I seek your blessing in the decision we have made. Please let it be the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-198753545987502049?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/198753545987502049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=198753545987502049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/198753545987502049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/198753545987502049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-5464928470141886702</id><published>2010-01-13T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:29:10.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Lessons</title><content type='html'>Am in the bus now on the way home after completing lesson 14 of my driving lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyz.. I guessed correctly that I would love driving, but did not expect myself to such a kan-cheong driver! Am hoping that this is only so in these initial stages if driving :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have passed my final theory way back in jul 2007... Thus am realy hoping that I can finish my practical lessons AND my TP test by Jul this year. Otherwise I will have to re-take the final theory test again which is sooo boohoo &lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/e/58385.gif' border='0' align='left' /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can everyone please cross your fingers (and toes) for me??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-5464928470141886702?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/5464928470141886702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=5464928470141886702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/5464928470141886702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/5464928470141886702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2010/01/driving-lessons.html' title='Driving Lessons'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-7356642726248817085</id><published>2010-01-11T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:18:26.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khairul'/><title type='text'>Botak</title><content type='html'>Look what hubby did whilst I was out with Haryz at Causeway&lt;br /&gt; Point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/sitizarina.jamil/MyLifeMyStory?authkey=Gv1sRgCJGLsaKM8eK1XA#5425470998591520226'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/S0slILo7PeI/AAAAAAAAADw/_jpUpkDZnSg/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did it again! I remembered he did this to Haryz too while I was at work about 2 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-7356642726248817085?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/7356642726248817085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=7356642726248817085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/7356642726248817085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/7356642726248817085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2010/01/botak.html' title='Botak'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/S0slILo7PeI/AAAAAAAAADw/_jpUpkDZnSg/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-3302948093175760058</id><published>2010-01-11T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:39:44.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2010</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to blog about our new year celebration cos it's such a special celebration this year.. So pardon me if the entry is again way overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we went out to celebrate with my mother. I was apprehensive about bringing Khairul out so late but since hubby and Haryz was so excited about going, I decided to try our luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first went for a ride on the Singapore Flyer. It was Mak's first ride on board, nt to mention Khairul's. The view was magnificent as we could see the ongoing celebration at the NDP site. After the half hour ride, we were walking around when we met Dian, hubby's secondary school friend. Found out she's about 5 months pregnant. Congrats Dian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to walk down to Marina area but turned back halfway as it was starting to drizzle. Decided to drive to Marina South instead to wait for fireworks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However after we bought Popeyes for supper, we realized it was only 15 minutes to midnight, so we decided to just hang around our pick-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/sitizarina.jamil/MyLifeMyStory?authkey=Gv1sRgCJGLsaKM8eK1XA#5425321852094827250'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/S0qdetpGyvI/AAAAAAAAADo/6WumOxvtmR0/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/sitizarina.jamil/MyLifeMyStory?authkey=Gv1sRgCJGLsaKM8eK1XA#5425321868884571330'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/S0qdfsMF9MI/AAAAAAAAADs/b_myc3NQlbQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice way to welcome in the New Year with your loved ones. I was also thankful to Allah for granting me my 2 babies... Mummy loves you both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-3302948093175760058?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/3302948093175760058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=3302948093175760058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/3302948093175760058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/3302948093175760058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-2010.html' title='New Year 2010'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/S0qdetpGyvI/AAAAAAAAADo/6WumOxvtmR0/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-1096845157414738110</id><published>2010-01-11T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:45:50.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still awake...</title><content type='html'>It's so late, yet he insists on Barney.. haiyz, poor me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/sitizarina.jamil/MyLifeMyStory?authkey=Gv1sRgCJGLsaKM8eK1XA#5425153358997811586'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/S0oEPH8U8YI/AAAAAAAAADk/xeZDnShI-Xc/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-1096845157414738110?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/1096845157414738110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=1096845157414738110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/1096845157414738110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/1096845157414738110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2010/01/still-awake.html' title='Still awake...'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/S0oEPH8U8YI/AAAAAAAAADk/xeZDnShI-Xc/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-4546084992073553712</id><published>2010-01-10T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:24:30.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Khairul Iman was born on the 22nd Oct 2009 via elective c-sect at Thomson Medical Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked into the hospital at about 5.30am, by the time I got to my bed, it was after 6 and I was told to rest till about 7am. About 7.10am, a nurse came to wheel me into the operating theatre to prepare for the op at 7.30am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul was born at exactly 7.59am weighing 4.495kg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee... This entry is way overdue... But with 4 boys at home, it was difficult to find time to sit and blog. Khairul was also not like Haryz, who was a fairly easy baby. My boy's got a mind of his own and a temper to match! Mom and I gotta take turns 'layaning' him cos he still don't like to be put down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm so in love with my new toy... My iPhone!!! It helps me to keep in touch with the world and even allows me to blog while on the go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of my loves before I go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/sitizarina.jamil/MyLifeMyStory?authkey=Gv1sRgCJGLsaKM8eK1XA#5425132394691395810'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/S0nxK10LgOI/AAAAAAAAADg/de3mw39b8Fw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-4546084992073553712?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/4546084992073553712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-1652035819038504523</id><published>2009-12-24T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T20:03:34.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I Was A Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just to share something (so true) which I found:-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I never tripped over toys&lt;br /&gt;or forgot words to a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't worry whether or not&lt;br /&gt;my plants were poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about immunizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I had never been puked on.&lt;br /&gt;Pooped on.&lt;br /&gt;Chewed on.&lt;br /&gt;Peed on.&lt;br /&gt;I had complete control of my mind&lt;br /&gt;and my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I slept all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I never held down a screaming child&lt;br /&gt;so doctors could do tests.&lt;br /&gt;Or give shots.&lt;br /&gt;I never looked into teary eyes and cried.&lt;br /&gt;I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.&lt;br /&gt;I never sat up late hours at night&lt;br /&gt;watching a baby sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I never held a sleeping baby just because&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to put her down.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt my heart break into a million pieces&lt;br /&gt;when I couldn't stop the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that something so small&lt;br /&gt;could affect my life so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I could love someone so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I would love being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the feeling of&lt;br /&gt;having my heart outside my body..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how special it could feel&lt;br /&gt;to feed a hungry baby.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that bond&lt;br /&gt;between a mother and her child.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that something so small&lt;br /&gt;could make me feel so important and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I had never gotten up in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.&lt;br /&gt;I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love,&lt;br /&gt;the heartache, the wonderment&lt;br /&gt;or the satisfaction of being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,&lt;br /&gt;before I was a Mom .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-1652035819038504523?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/1652035819038504523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=1652035819038504523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/1652035819038504523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/1652035819038504523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-i-was-mom.html' title='Before I Was A Mom'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-5748046694818187667</id><published>2009-12-01T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:08:01.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell and Welcome</title><content type='html'>In December 2006, I blogged about welcoming two babies into our family - our new baby FJR 1300 aka 'Fatty Bom Bom' (FBB) and me being pregnant with our firstborn, Haryz Aiman. Today however, my entry is about the farewell of FBB and the birth of our second son, Khairul Iman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the birth of Khairul, our family now consists of four members. Expenses has gone up and we are also considering the purchase of a car in the future. Hubby and me thus decided to get a smaller bike in replacement of our beloved. The night before the sale, both of us were moody and sombre, especially hubby. He asked me out for a last ride on the bike, but I declined considering my 2 kids who needed looking after. That was a decision which I very much regretted :( On the 28th of Nov 2009, hubby sold his FJR with much reluctance. That was the last day I heard hubby ride out of our parking lot, and I remember saying a silent farewell. I remember hw I used to look out for the sound of hubby riding back from work or riding off for his trips overseas. The thought that this is the last filled me with nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 30th Nov, I followed hubby to Bt Merah Industrial to sign on as the guarantor for his new bike. When I saw FBB there, I could barely hold back my tears. Over the years, my thought of hubby is always of him on the bike... coming to fetch me from work, going off for a trip and etc. None of our friends believed us when we told them that we're letting go of the bike. Well.. life goes on. But you will be sorely missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we would like share our joy in welcoming our second born to our world. Khairul Iman, meaning sebaik-baiknya Iman, was born at Thomson Medical on 22nd Oct 2009 at 0759hrs. I have been on leave since 1st Sept to spend more time with Haryz and to give myself some rest. Back again are sleepless nights and busy days... I could no longer tell which day is which anymore :) I am so much looking forward to the end of my 44 days confinement period, so that I can plan trips to town. I have been confining myself in Woodlands (if nt at home) the last 6 weeks or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes... funnily, a very good friend also gave birth on the same date. We've been sms-sing each other to share the pain, tghe trouble of beong pregnant, only to give birth on the same day. Welcome Nur Qisya Aaliyah to the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells... I think I have lost my blogging capabilities. Bt will be blogging more regularly now (I will try!) to improve. Will be seeing more of blogspot in the new future. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-5748046694818187667?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/5748046694818187667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=5748046694818187667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/5748046694818187667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/5748046694818187667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2009/12/farewell-and-welcome.html' title='Farewell and Welcome'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-3605963977325043090</id><published>2009-10-12T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:38:49.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates for  2009</title><content type='html'>It's been a year since my last update. So many things have happened since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haryz has grown. At 2 yrs 3 mths, he is an active toddler who makes me wonder daily seeing how smart he is and how much progress he's made since his infancy years. He rruns around like nobody's business and is contantly talking with his newly discovered vocabulary. He calls us Di (Daddy) and Ni (Mummy) and is able to express his likes and dislikes very much clearly nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big change we're looking forward to is the birth of my second child in about 10 days time. :) Hee... still can't believe its really happening. Part of me feels its too soon and I will nt be able to shower enough love on Haryz with the arrival of a new baby. However, I part of me also feels that the time is just right and God has his reasons for granting me my wish for another baby so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. will update further soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-3605963977325043090?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/3605963977325043090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=3605963977325043090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/3605963977325043090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/3605963977325043090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates-for-2009.html' title='Updates for  2009'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-3056151869165399555</id><published>2008-10-16T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:30:40.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This Raya is like 2 sides of a coin. On one side, its lebih meriah, with the kids and my family staying with us. I had company to make cookies with, to clean the house with, to go market for the festivities.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On the other side, its like takde feeling Raya! With myself working late and hubby working shift, we hardly got time to co-ordinate to jalan raya. Even with the one week leave I took, it wasn't able to get me in the mood, cos I find myself dreading the end of my leave. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Funny eh...? Baru start cuti dah ingat pasal keje. But it's been like that since my promotion. Syukur Alhamdullilah. Tetapi... I kinda regret taking up the position. Tapi mana pernah orang regret dapat promotion? I've never heard of it. What more with the bad economy... I must be crazy to think of xxxx when everybody else is hangin on to the very edge of the office desk with news of recession and the bad economy. Yet.. I dunno, I dun like what I'm doing, I am unhappy and miserable, I work late most days, and I drag myself to work. Is this just a phase? Or is it for real?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although I get short tempered now and then, and feel like giving up once in a while... I strive on, for this little guy... who's so small, yet gives me all the strength to hold on yet one more day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.zarina11.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPdAXQoKCqcAAD850HU1/DSC01024.JPG?et=j0l6sM%2Cik6e5sZv5OuiTDw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-3056151869165399555?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/3056151869165399555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=3056151869165399555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/3056151869165399555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/3056151869165399555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-thoughts.html' title='My thoughts'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-8842891397365632882</id><published>2008-02-13T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:34:25.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders of Motherhood - Warning, it's gonna be long!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;It’s been a while... but don’t blame me guys! Life has been a roller coaster the past 6 months or so. Yeap, Haryz is 6 month old now. And I am still awed by the fact that I am a mother!&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;The first two months were more of a routine for me… baby wakes, feed him milk, then he is back to sleep. And the cycle just goes on and on. Ya lah, as a newborn, it’s only natural for him to wake up at night. But I just grew used to it, not much complains there. After all, staying home during my maternity leave allows me to take afternoon naps easily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;I went back to work on 1&lt;SUP&gt;st&lt;/SUP&gt; Oct 07 and it was hard. Not just about leaving him at my mom’s (although I am very much assured that he’s in good hands), but the whole expressing-at-work thing was so difficult! Aside from rushing to get my work done, I also had to spend 2 x 45 minutes sessions of pumping. I sacrificed my lunch hour for that so there goes my social life. My colleagues and I used to do a lot of lunch hour mini-shopping, but all that is gone for now. I also had to rush home everyday as Haryz wasn’t receptive to formula. He insisted for breast milk only. Basically this means that whatever milk I managed to express today is his food for tomorrow. And it was stressful siah! The more I got stressed, the less milk I produce. I resorted to eating supplements, drinking lots of water, reading paper whilst pumping (to reduce stress lah, hehe!) and etc. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Again, it grew into a routine. Once in a while, we bring him out, and I must saw, I;m beginning to get quite good at his. At first, I wasn’t able to leave the house without someone with me. Hubby, mom, sis... whoever! I was that desperate you see! It seemed to be an impossible feat to handle the baby, his pram, the MIM sling that I have yet to master at that point, and the various things that you need when you bring the baby out. Even going to Causeway Point involves such great fuss. The good thing is, with practice comes talent. I am proud to say that I was able to attend a wedding just last 2 weeks or so with baby, sling, pram and baby things all alone (of course, this involved the help of the friendly uncle from CityCab)!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;At 3 months, my MIL was already telling me that baby was ready to eat. I hesitated for a while but eventually gave in. A month later, I went to Cold Storage and bought Nestle’s White Rice and Brown Rice cereal. Tried feeding it to him for about a week. It proved that a mother’s (mine!) intuition is always right. Baby wasn’t ready and he kept gagging during feeding time. He also fell sick that week. Coughing and flu. Cried till he lost his voice – poor baby! I stopped after that week. After a while, baby he became as active as before, showing more recognition and preference! for his mommy and daddy… yeay!! My mom told me that Haryz often gets cranky in the evening when he knows that I am coming home soon. This filled me up with pride so much, despite the guilt I had at putting my mom in a difficult time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;At 5 months and 2 months, I continued with his feeding. He seemed to enjoy it much this time round. He has also started to show interest whenever the people around him ate. At this stage, he has become an expert at rolling and holding his head up when on his tummy. We also had fun with purees! Carrot and potatoes, pumpkin, banana… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;On the day of his 6 month jab, he had the first fall of his life. My heart nearly stopped that day! And for days after, the paranoia never really left me and the incident kept running through my head. That morning, he had woken up and was crying for h is morning feed. I was still sleepy and thus feed him while still lying down with my eyes still closed. The next thing I knew, Haryz was crying and it jolted me up. I got up and saw that he was not on my king-sized bed, but was face down on the floor! Picked him up immediately and soothed him whilst I checked for any bruises. At that moment hubby came home from his night shift. Relayed to him what happened and quickly got ready to go for his injection appointment at &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:time Hour="9" Minute="0"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;9am&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;. We told the doctor what happened and was glad to hear that baby is ok. I could never have forgiven myself if anything had happened. We were sent off with a reminder to monitor the baby for the rest of the day to look out for any abnormalities.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;At this stage, Haryz is crawling (he loves the bumper mat I bought him and crawls from one end to another) and grabbing anything that comes and putting it in his mouth. He is fond of jumping, or bouncing rather, whenever we carry him under the armpits or let him stand. He is also on the walker and often time chase after my sister when she goes around the house vacuuming. He is learning to babble, does he talk a lot. But I love, love, love to hear him talk. And the way his eyes follow me around when I put him down to do something else, which is just so funny and yet so touching! Oh ya, I also missed out his earlier… my baby is fond of singing! He often sings along when I sing him to sleep. And you can hear him ‘singing’ himself back to sleep when he woke up at times.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;So there, the story for the last 6 months. Motherhood and its wonders… I look forward for the many years to come. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-8842891397365632882?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/8842891397365632882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=8842891397365632882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/8842891397365632882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/8842891397365632882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2008/02/wonders-of-motherhood-warning-it-gonna.html' title='Wonders of Motherhood - Warning, it&amp;#39;s gonna be long!'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-4181755051379554708</id><published>2008-02-01T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T18:07:27.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haryz is 6 month old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Arial" color="Red" size="-2"&gt;[This e-mail is confidential and may also be privileged. If you are not the intended recipient, please delete it and notify us immediately. You should not copy or use it for any purpose, nor disclose its contents to  any other person. Thank you.]&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;hr&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="Section1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear Haryz,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You were born exactly 6 months ago yesterday. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Together, we have gone through sleepless nights, dirty diapers, milk sprays, stained rompers, sickness - flu, cough, loss of voice (for both of us). And still, I find myself looking forward to all these and more in the coming future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Baby, there is nothing in this world more precious to me than you. I love you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue"&gt;Love,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&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/20606527-4181755051379554708?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/4181755051379554708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=4181755051379554708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/4181755051379554708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/4181755051379554708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2008/02/haryz-is-6-month-old.html' title='Haryz is 6 month old!'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-2795567296775436823</id><published>2007-10-08T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T13:19:04.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya is coming!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Arial" color="Red" size="-2"&gt;[This e-mail is confidential and may also be privileged. If you are not the intended recipient, please delete it and notify us immediately. You should not copy or use it for any purpose, nor disclose its contents to  any other person. Thank you.]&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;hr&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="Section1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;well, well.. whadya know? Its back to work for me. Last week was a crazy week! And today, my temp girl has left, leaving me with even more work to handle alone!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At work, its busy with work, pump, work, pump and more work. After work, its making the mad dash home and If I'm lucky, I get to play with Haryz. Otherwise, I make my way home from Mom's place with a sleeping baby. This if followed by a  warm bath for both of us, feeding and putting him to sleep. Then sterilizing his bottles, packing the things for the next day, an hour or less of TV and I hit the sack. It&amp;#8217;s a long day..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;btw.. I have yet to upload Haryz's 9th week baby photo to my multiply! And its his 10th week tomorrow already!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hari Raya preparations for this year is so minimal, and that bugs the hell out of me! Besides new clothes for us, we didn&amp;#8217;t buy anything! No curtains, no lacy tablecloths, no new furniture, nothing! Everything is recycled from previous  years. And whatever is new is bought by MIL. It takes all the fun out of it! Dahlah tak semangat cos tak buat kuih and tak masak.. nasib baik ada baju baru. Kalau tak, kita tak beraya lah tahun nie!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Over the weekend, we stayed home on Saturday. Did a bit of spring cleaning at home and put up the curtains. Berseri sikit rumah kiter.. kekeke!! On Sunday, brought baby to Causeway Point with MIL and family. Kelakar tengok my MIL layan  cucu sulong dier! She bought him baju raya handpicked by me.. of cos, smue cute cute belaka! Can't wait for him to put on his first jeans!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its back to work today, but my mind is already busy thinking of the coming raya. Nak kemas bilik, nak gosok baju, nak siapkan sampul duit, nak beli baju hubby, and the list goes on&amp;#8230; Hee! Tak sabar nye nak beraya!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&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/20606527-2795567296775436823?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/2795567296775436823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=2795567296775436823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/2795567296775436823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/2795567296775436823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2007/10/hari-raya-is-coming.html' title='Hari Raya is coming!!'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-4098124652203442670</id><published>2007-09-30T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:07:38.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running out of time...!!</title><content type='html'>I've decided to change my blogger layout... back to where I started. This was similar to what my blog looked like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;when I&lt;/span&gt; first started blogging. My 'Bride' layout was too much out of context with me being a mum now. And sad to say.. I'm still not too much familiar with HTML codes and what-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nots&lt;/span&gt; to create a new layout from scratch. The layouts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blogskins&lt;/span&gt;.com where not suitable with what I had in mind. So here I am again until I manage to create another skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I feel like I'm running out of time! Its 10pm.. and in just a few hours time, I will have to wake up and prepare myself to work. Send my son (that still sounds weird to me!) to my mom's and then make the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;arduous&lt;/span&gt; journey to City Hall for the long day at work. It feels like I'm stepping into a nightmare, however absurd that m&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ay&lt;/span&gt; sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haryz&lt;/span&gt; is sleeping now.. hubby is in the shower and I am blogging away what seems like the last moments of my life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haryz's&lt;/span&gt; bags are packed for tomorrow.. but I am still undecided on what bag to bring, what to wear and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;.. I'm so not prepared for work!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-4098124652203442670?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/4098124652203442670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=4098124652203442670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/4098124652203442670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/4098124652203442670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2007/09/running-out-of-time.html' title='Running out of time...!!'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-1000493278085474030</id><published>2007-09-30T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T01:40:14.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog is so BORING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eww man.. this blog is so damn boring! I've been updating my multiply, but fails to update this blogger blog of mine. So yeah.. call me goblok (haha.. just can't resist, blogger, blog, goblok!!)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.. pls click &lt;a href="http://zarina11.multiply.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for updates on my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. the news is, I have given birth to Haryz Aiman on 31st Jul 2007. After 2 months of maternity leave, I'll be going back to work this coming Monday, 1st Oct 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Ramadan has been so different with Haryz in my life. With him being so young, it leaves me no time to make much preparations. So this year, no baking of cookies.. no cooking of Hari Raya dishes.. no shopping for curtains and what nots.. However, what there will be is Hari Raya with my darling baby.. his first baju kurung.. our family decked in orange... my shorter hair (as compared to previous years... and erm.. can't think of anything else at the moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok.. Whatever I want to say have been mentioned in my multiply already. What I can do though, is to leave you with some recent photos of Haryz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115681929210291058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/Rv6NnE5243I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Lk0DPdm-NcE/s200/21092007109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok.. ok.. I also promise to blog here whenever I write an entry in my multiply ok! I frankly dunno how other people managed to keep 2 accounts or more! G'nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-1000493278085474030?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/1000493278085474030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=1000493278085474030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/1000493278085474030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/1000493278085474030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-blog-is-so-boring.html' title='This blog is so BORING!'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/Rv6NnE5243I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Lk0DPdm-NcE/s72-c/21092007109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-8373788878418652577</id><published>2007-07-05T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T12:24:41.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday and The Final Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My birthday this year went by without much fanfare. We booked a chalet at Downtown East for 3 days 2 nights for the weekend. Basically, just a short getaway cum gathering for the families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had bbq-ed food for 2 nights in a row, and I was most satisfied that I finally got to eat my bbq-ed jagung (corn)! It was also relaxing cos I didn't have to do much except laze around and eat. haha! It was nice. The kids had fun when we brought them to Explorerkids and Wild Wild Wet. And when they're happy, I'm happy too. I felt very much at bliss... the family was having fun, hubby was nice and helpful, no stress from work, it was all a girl could ask for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we didn't take much photos, Darn..!! I just realised that my camera's at home. I won't be able to upload photos after all. Heehee... Dunno why, but taking photos are becoming such a chore to me. I hate having my photos taken, and its taken a turn for the worse eversince I got pregnant. So, the photos gotta wait k. Will try to do it over the weekends, if I got time in between laundry and packing my baby's things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially in my 37th week now. That is, I've been pregnant for 36 weeks and 1 day according to my doctor's calculations. Other than the terrible heat and my aching back which often causes difficulty in getting up, walking and etc.. I dun have much complaints. The baby's kicks are getting stronger each day, letting me know without fail just how excited he is to seeing the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing the doctor again tomorrow. Finally, my visits have been increased to 2-3 weeks gaps instead of the usual 4 weeks. I'm a bit concerned cos the doctor has been warning me since the last 2-3 visits now that the baby is growing too fast and may be too big for a natural delivery. Aaarggh! Its giving me such a pressure. I want to eat well for my baby to get his nutrients, but yet I must cut down so that it'll be easier for me during childbirth. Having a big sized baby increases the chances of C-sect. My mom herself has been through 3 caesarian births, but of course, which woman doesn't hope to do it naturally and less pain please! Hubby keeps telling me to have faith in God, as he'll only want the best for us. But that can't stop me from worrying, see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, we have been doing some shopping over the last month and bought all the baby clothes and bottles and what-nots. I've yet to get the big items though. Will depend on its necessity when the time actually comes. Nowadays, I have been chasing hubby to get those plastic drawers so that I can finally pack the baby's stuff in. For now, the items are all lying around our room in their plastic bags still. I must also really get down to packing my hospital bag in case The Day comes earlier than expected =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, there so many things to do and not to do! Grandma got me air zam-zam to drink and MIL got me another dunno-wat drink to make birth easier. Hubby has been encouraging me to take coconut drinks as per advice from friends and relatives. Then there's also the tradition of drinking hot milo + 2 eggs the moment I feel that I'm in labour (for strength). MIL has been reminding me to wear bedroom slippers at home to keep myself warm. She doesn't know I need the fan blasting at me before I can sleep at night, heehee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the constant worry about work. To train my temp staff to take over me. To clear up my desk with items I wanna bring homw. To bring home the MacLaren pram that my boss gave me (its been under my desk for 3 months now!). To settle my leave and paperwork stuff with HR before I go... and all this with the worry that I may give birth anytime soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aside from all this, I am forever asking myself, have I got all the necessities? Have I got everything covered? Did I buy this, and do I need to buy this? There's so much things on my mind! Dun be surprised if I ever walk past any of you and not see or recognize u straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. ok! This blog has been long enough. God knows when I'll blog again. Probably by then, I would have been a certified mom and will have another set of worries altogether. But until the time comes, do me a favour will ya? Pray for me. Cos I'm scared stiff of wats going to happen...&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/20606527-8373788878418652577?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/8373788878418652577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=8373788878418652577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/8373788878418652577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/8373788878418652577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-birthday-and-final-month.html' title='My Birthday and The Final Month'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-7081792774914542054</id><published>2007-05-09T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:59:22.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuket and my 3rd trimester</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hiya all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;I better update today.. people have been complaining about me not updating. But photos still gotta wait ok! I've no patience for that as yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The trip to Phuket was uneventful. It was fun and restful. I got to shop and fulfil my cravings for Green Thai Curry. However, the trip wasnt as fun as previous holidays as I wasn't able to (likely also that I didnt have the mood to) join in the fun and activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The group went on an ATV and Go-Cart ride.. but I had to skip that cos hubby was worried that it may be too rough for me. We went to the beach but I was only able to watch cos of my sensitive skin (always tend to get rashes whenever I swim, so I swore off the sea or the pool). They went partying but I left halfway cos I was worried the loud music is not good for the baby. And for Songkran, they played with water, but I didnt cos I was worried that I might fall while running around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;But it gave me time to enjoy the aircon in the room, watch Star Movies and HBO... went shopping for souvenirs.. ate thai food, pizza and subway... Gave me time to spend with hubby in a relaxed environment. Oklah.. I definitely want to go again some other time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is the day I officially step into the 3rd and last trimester. Only 12 more weeks to go before I become a mother! The second trimester wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. The back ache, the heat, the aches and pains I go through walking, sleeping and basically doing anything whatsoever can be taxing on me. Many a times I spend the night staring at the clock, willing it to go faster so that morning will come. In the morning, I am always tired and zombie-like.... debating with myself whether or not to go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the thing is, people tell me the worst is yet to come! My goodness! God, please give me strength to go through all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hubby has been great. Frankly, I dunno if I could go through all this without his support. I can't say that he has been helpful with the housework, or is diligently massaging my back daily to ease my pain. But what he has done is to give me more space on the bed to make me comfortable. Taking me all around Singapore at the slightest sign or mention of a craving. He's been more patient with me, giving in to me when I least expect it.. and is very diligent in accompanying me for all my check ups and what nots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Late at night when I'm asleep, he touches my tummy, hoping for any movement from the babe. And I can hear his chukles when the baby finally decides to acknowledge with a kick. It touches my heart.. so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;So this trimester is going to be busy. We have to start buying the necessities, and we also have to do some major shifting to make way for the baby. This couple of months, hubby and I will also be attending some union functions that will take away some weekends. Then there's the various family and friends activities like birthdays and chalets, baby's full month party for a friend... whoa, I hope I have the strength for all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok. Enough about me already. Just wanna tell you guys that Spiderman 3 is out! Go catch it soon! I know I have.. keekee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-7081792774914542054?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/7081792774914542054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=7081792774914542054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/7081792774914542054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/7081792774914542054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2007/05/phuket-and-my-3rd-trimester.html' title='Phuket and my 3rd trimester'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-117575916734890213</id><published>2007-04-05T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T15:46:07.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Phuket!!</title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Whahaha *insert evil laugh here*&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Heehee.. wondering why I'm so happy? Well, I am going to Phuket!! Whahaha... i just can't stand it! I'm just so happy with this news that I practically eat, sleep and breathe hugging this piece of fantastic news to myself!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Ok.. let me slow down and tell you the whole story.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Long before I was pregnant, there were plans for us to go Phuket for a holiday. Again, its a riding trip, and although it started small, it ended up getting a good response. It wasnt long before we (or hubby rather) managed to gather about 20 enthusiasts!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Later on, we found out I was pregnant! There goes my hope and although I was very unhappy, I decided to let it go for the baby's sake. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;The rooms were subsequently booked and I could only look on in envy. What's more distressing is that hubby was gonna be away for 8 long days while I could just mope around at home.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Sometime over the last two weeks, one of the participants decided to back out in the lst minute, And the participant is supposed to have been my hubby;s roomate in Phuket. Later that same week, we also had a visit to the gynae. Let me quote what he told us.. &amp;quot;Ok nw is the honeymoon period. Your pregnancy's stable and you've come to the stage where there is minimal chances for complications. So you can even go for a second honeymoon if you want..&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Need we say more? Hubby and I looked at each other, both of us thinking, &amp;quot;Is this a sign??&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Hahaa!! Without giving me a chance, hubby quickly asked the doctor for a letter to book the flight tickets!! &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;So there it is.. two days later, my flight tickets are booked. And I am going to be on my way to Phuket in less than a week's time!!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;So this Good Friday, I am going to be busy packing our bags. Hubby's gonan begin his 8-12 hr ride to Hatyai on Sunday night. Resting there for one night before continuing his journey on Tuesday morning to Phuket! I will see you there hubby sayang!!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;So gals .. I will tell you the story on the trip when I return next weekend ok! Excuse me while I continue my day-dreaming... Oops! In office &amp;nbsp;now, got to go back to work! Heehee!!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-117575916734890213?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/117575916734890213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=117575916734890213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/117575916734890213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/117575916734890213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2007/04/going-to-phuket.html' title='Going to Phuket!!'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-117437181255578856</id><published>2007-03-20T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T15:23:32.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Hihi.. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Hubby has gone Shanghai for his union trip since Sat morning, and it these 4 days has been LOOONG..... and not to mention so lonely. Its been a year or so since we were last separated for more than a day. The last time was when he had to go back to Malaysia for further treatment for his broken arm, whereas I had to return back to work.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;But.. he's coming back today! I am definitely rushing home after work tonight. Gonna whip up a meal (poor hubby has ulcers and running nose due to the cold weather there). Something soupy, hot and healthy! Gonna bathe and welcoem him with arms wide open once I hear his footsteps outside the door (I am sounding so Hindustan movie like.. hahah!!)&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;I was telling a friend the other day that I am so lucky that hubby works shift. So I can simply pretend these past few nights that hubby is doing night shift. I can only imagine the loneliness if it were otherwise. Yesterday though.. I was close to tears when the the whole day passed without nary a phonecall or sms from hubby. Worried? Yes! Lonesome? Yes! In need of tender loving care? Yes, yes, yes!!! &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;But just as I was falling asleep the anonymous number of an overseas call flashed on my mobile. Yeay! The call!! You see.. that's how dependent I am on him. Days can pass without seeing hubby dearie (well not really.. it really is on the edge of unbearable) but a day without talking to him and I wilt like a flower that has not seen the sun.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;This weekend, hubby again got to go for an overnight 'camp'. That leaves my weekend empty with no plans. Luckily I have the kids, my beloved nephews, who never fails to cheer me up.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;But then again, hubby is leading a riding group up to Phuket for 8 very long (longer than forever) days! I was supposed to join him for this trip. We were partners in crime.. exploring the best bargains, the beautiful beach and long ride home during our trips to Koh Samui. And yet, for this first trip to Phuket, I am unable to go...!! Too bad that plans has been made, tickets bought and hotels booked. He's also leading another 15 or so motorcycles, so he cannot don't go. &amp;nbsp;So that leaves me at home again, pining for my other half. Haiyz.. the injustice of it all!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Well, lets not think of all that for now. I should instead look forward to his return today. For again, I will be able to sleep peacefully with him by my side. And gain, I can let my frustrations out to someone who understands that my nagging is a way for me to vent. i have my hubby with me for tonight. And for now, that is all I ask.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-117437181255578856?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/117437181255578856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=117437181255578856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/117437181255578856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/117437181255578856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2007/03/hihi.html' title=''/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-117127166963494122</id><published>2007-02-12T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:14:29.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant at 4 months</title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Horrors!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;I found out to my dismay last week that I can't fit into most of my pants. There's also a few shirts that I can no longer wear. Haiyz.. I can practically see my money fly away at the the moment. Thank God I have alwyas preferred loose clothings. And being big, I also tend to show lesser than all those skinny mommies.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Jillian dragged me to Suntec last Thursday. Finally gave in and bought myself two blouses and a skirt. Goodness, I didn't know maternity wear could cost so much! I'd so much rather spend my money on buying those cute stuff they have for newborns. But yes, it's still way too early. Just the 3 pieces of clothing itself set me back close to $170!! &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Work has been unbearable. At this moment, i dread coming to work daily only to see the piles of papers on my table. If previously, I get satisfaction from clearing those, nowadays, I feel that I'm only doing it because I have to. I can only imagine the heavy feeling I'll get coming back to work after my maternity leave.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Thse days, the only days I look forward to are my dates with Dr. Ang. The days I can see my baby and hear its heartbeat beating so fast. It's as though he/she is also nervous at meeting me and counting down the days impatiently. Patience my little one, we still have so many months to go - 5 to be exact. I've not had enough of being pregnant. I'm still waiting for your kicks and the experience of bringing u into my world.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;My tummy has started to show. To me at least. Its also funny that I realise now the presence of so many pregnant woman around me. Never could I step up of the house without seeing another pregnant woman on the streets. Even hubby has taken on a new favourtite sentence, &amp;quot;Eh, pregnant woman lagik!&amp;quot;. Heehee..!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Basically, we've already planned to sign up for a package with this gynae from Thomson Medical. Conseidering taking up pre-natal massage to help me with my forever aching back. Heard from a friend that they have packages for that too. Maybe after the 7th month, I will start preparing my baby's room and etc. Still so much things for me to learn. Haven't had the time to visit the library to get reference books. So far I've only been reading up online. Those forums can be of so much help!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Ok.. that's all for today. I'll try posting a pic of myself at 4 months pregnant. But don't look out for it.. heehee. Haven't been downloading photos on for the longest time. Don't know when I will ever feel up to it. Sorry ppl!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-117127166963494122?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/117127166963494122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=117127166963494122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/117127166963494122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/117127166963494122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2007/02/pregnant-at-4-months.html' title='Pregnant at 4 months'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-116901385904640239</id><published>2007-01-17T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T14:04:19.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first trimester</title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;*blow off dusts and cobwebs*&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;It feels like years since I've been here. Hee hee.. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Life has just been different ever since we found out about my pregnancy. Its a time for discovery for hubby and me. We're just in awe at the moment, that somewhere inside of me, is our little baby. Truly and wonderfully ours. How can anything else beat that?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;It started out with the bouts of sickness that never seems to go away. I think hubby kinda felt sick of hearing me complain about how sick and tired I felt all the time. Mom even went to the extent to pulling me one corner and advicing me, &amp;quot;Sometimes, we should not complain about our sickness to the husband to much, in case he gets sick of hearing and decides to stay away.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;But who cares? I believe that a husband and wife goes through everything together. In sickness and in health, so he was with me every step of the way. *I love you hubby!*&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;First was the windy/gassy stomach feeling that I thought I was having. I was pale and hurting, making everyone worried. We went to the clinic and MIL even had someone over to give me a massage to get rid of the 'wind'. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Then came the diarhoea towards the end of November. I remember waking up in the middle of the night. Rushing to the toilet and pulling the pail in front of me while I sat at the toilet bowl. I think I let out everything that was inside of me that night. We went to the clinic the next day but suspecting nothing, went away with the ususal medications for diarhoea.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;However, the vomitting part never really left me. And I got sick daily. He got used to hearing me tell him, while walking to our flat, to quickly open the door cause I'm at the verge of vomitting. I also kept taking the anti-nausea pill that the the doctor gave me cause it got so bad that taking the motorbike got me nauseous.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;The increase in appetite and the bouts of sickness made me suspect that something may be happening, so I told hubby that I'd like to do a test. We were both excited and worried cos it wasn't something that we had planned for. It tested positive. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;I went to KL that weekend. The bus ride was a nightmare cos I kept having to control myself. I also stayed indoors most of the time cos I was too tired to walk around. Hubby had never been nicer to me. He carried my bags, made sure I ate enough and was always considerate in asking if I needed sweets and etc.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;We went to the clinic as soon as we got back and got the confirmation from the doctor. Hubby was overjoyed! He started SMS-ing everyone although I told him not too. He called both our moms and told them the good news. It was a side of him that I've never seen before!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;I don't know if it was me, but my cravings just went out full-force after that. Every night, I had a craving to have one dish or another for dinner. I stayed away from chocolates even though it was my favourite. I hated my brand new handphone and could not stand the smell of perfumes. Poor hubby had to put up with all my antics.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;That NY was the first time we celebrated at home. I just didn't think I could handle the crowds that year. We watched the celebrations on TV over the chips and snacks that we had bought earlier, and went to sleep after the show was over. Hurhur, what a bunch of fun loving people!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Nowadays, although I still have cravings and go through days of nausea, it wasn't as bad as before. Life has started to settle down and we are getting used to the idea of having a baby. I'm now in my 12th weeks and will be going for my 2nd gynae visit in the week after next. In the mean time, I find myself staring at babies and imagining what life will be like for me when the time comes. I wish he was here to share this moment with us...&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-116901385904640239?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/116901385904640239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=116901385904640239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116901385904640239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116901385904640239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-first-trimester.html' title='My first trimester'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-116653563376196448</id><published>2006-12-19T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:40:33.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew! Haven't been here in a while. So today, I'm gonna update all that I can, provided blogger doesn't give me any problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I've been really busy with work. The last month of the year not only brings along various activities and events planned (which requires OT and preparation), it also means budget planning, contract renewals, accruals, year end closign and all these what nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4754/2072/1600/201708/moto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4754/2072/320/374664/moto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then, there was the farewell for our baby - our beloved African Twin. It was sad letting him go. He was always there with us, through good times and bad times. So here's hubby kissing his bike goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We also welcomed our new baby, he FJR 1300 which I fondly refer to as the fatty-bom-bom. No pic at the moment. But watch out for it... it'll be coming to a space on this site sooner than you think.. I hope!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that were the various trips around and across Singapore. This is for the 'running-in period'. We went to East Coast, twice to Singapore Expo (which is way at the other end from our Woodlands home). Then there was the supper trip to Senai and the whole day trip to Malacca, which is back to back mind you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4754/2072/200/384167/DSC03417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Malacca Trip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just last weekend, we went to KL for a work cum retreat session with our union group. It was fun, and especially so since hubby and I were there together! Sometimes it's fun to go on a tour as eveything is arranged for you. You don't have to worry about getting a room, looking for food...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Throughout this whole time, I hadn't been feeling very well. Since my stomach flu at the end of Nov, I never fully recovered. My body was aching and there were constant bouts of nausea. Had a feeling that something's happening to me. Took the self test last Friday and visited the GP early today. It's positive! I am expecting our first baby! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So that's it for today.Wanted to upload more photos.. but I'm giving up now. Bloggers giving me problem again. Good nights people.. I'll try to update again soon okie! Good night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-116653563376196448?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/116653563376196448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=116653563376196448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116653563376196448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116653563376196448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/12/phew-havent-been-here-in-while_19.html' title=''/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-116392994564707991</id><published>2006-11-19T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T17:52:25.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1024/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, my Muslim colleagues and I put together a small feast for our non-Muslim colleagues. It was great fun and gave them an idea of the celebration (okay, i mean the food) we have for Hari Raya. This is actually yhe second time we're having this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, all of us stufeed ourselves silly with the lontong, sambal goreng, ayam panggang and rendang from Abg Suhaimi, and Nasi Minyak and stuffs from Zul. Me? I just brought over some kuih and beverages. Thanks guys for making this happen!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-116392994564707991?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/116392994564707991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=116392994564707991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116392994564707991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116392994564707991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-friday-my-muslim-colleagues-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-116348158866547196</id><published>2006-11-14T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:19:48.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been feeling well the last few days. Something wrong with my stomach. Was also unlucky enough to catch the cold at the same time. Needless to say, the weekend flew past without me getting any housework done. Sigh**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its time I get serious about losing this weight. Lotsa well meaning friends and family has been telling me about how I've gotta lose weight before I will succeed in having a baby. Not that me and hubby are rushing lah, but my MIL has been obviously hinting to us about her wishes for her first grandchild. The time also seems right, its just if and when we are prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the clinic recently and the doctor told me about this condition called the POS or polycystic ovarian syndrome which she suspects is what I'm having. Its scary and too much for me to bear knowing that I am the cause of us not extending our future generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to start being tough on myself and work to have this weight off whether I like it or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be tough man.. I need all the support I can get. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-116348158866547196?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/116348158866547196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=116348158866547196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116348158866547196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116348158866547196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/11/havent-been-feeling-well-last-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-116279426358469785</id><published>2006-11-06T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:24:23.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a very special day. It's the birthday of someone very close to me. Someone who's always special, and will always be. And without whom I would not become who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/320/Hari%20Raya%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you love you love you!! I'm sorry life hasn't been easy for you. I will try my best to make the coming years a bed of roses for you okie mak sayang!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alhamdulliah, everything went smoothly last week. It was heartbreaking to leave behind a house full of memories. Everywhere I turn, I still see Dad. Even when the house was empty of our belongings. God bless his soul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Raya this year has been better then expected. I had foreseen this Raya to be sombre and relatively quiet. But thanks to all my relatives and friends who has been visiting and in turn invited us to their home, I had not time to feel sorry for myself. Every weekends, we had visitors over. and so busy were we that we did not even take photos of the hundreds of guest that came.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe its a sign to tell me to move on. I have to! For mom's sake, for hubby's sake, and especially for mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-116279426358469785?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/116279426358469785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=116279426358469785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116279426358469785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116279426358469785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-is-very-special-day.html' title=''/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-116192802132592784</id><published>2006-10-27T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:47:01.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Entry</title><content type='html'>Didn't realize that I haven't blog in a while. That just shows how busy we have been with preparations for Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, even though sepnt a lot of time preparing for Raya, it was celebrated moderately. It's like I looked forward so much for the day to come, only to find that its just like any other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to collect my tailored kebaya on Raya eve. Husband recycled his last year's baju. No, we didnt wear matching colours this year. I was clad in orange (his choice) while he was in black. As usual, we went home to mom's place, followed by our respective grannies and a few other aunts' houses. And as usual, there were tears when it came to the part where I asked for forgiveness. Furthermore with the memories of what happened last year, naturally I had already expected the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the day with a few of my relatives coming to my house. By the time they left, it was already 2am. It has been a long long day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday will be another long day since we've already invited my colleagues and relatives over. I'm so thankful that mom will be around to help cos I will definitely be overwhelmed with so many guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just received news though that mom got to move out from the flat by the 3rd. What a headache to move during Raya. It's heart-breaking to let go of a house so full of memories. But it's just too much for my mum to handle. Its inevitable that we have to let it go one day. I just didn't expect it to go through so soon. And can you imagine how hard it will be to fit in everything from our jumbo flat to a two or three room flat that they'll be getting? A rented one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks! I'm just so stressed right now. Life seems to suck at this moment. Hopefully my next entry will bring better news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-116192802132592784?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/116192802132592784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=116192802132592784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116192802132592784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116192802132592784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/10/hari-raya-entry.html' title='Hari Raya Entry'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-116114902730946587</id><published>2006-10-18T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T13:23:47.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ok friends, lets meet 6.30 SHARP at let's eat lot one..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the message I got out of the blue today from a secondary school friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who? What? When?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, that was my first reaction too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that we're meeting for Iftar (break fast) today. Luckily I hadn't had anything planned. So yeap, I'm definitely going. Some of the rest can't make it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shucks! And I didn't even have my camera with me! Oh boy... this menas there'll be no photos this time round. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-116114902730946587?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/116114902730946587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=116114902730946587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116114902730946587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116114902730946587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok-friends-lets-meet-6.html' title=''/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-116092819019018873</id><published>2006-10-15T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T00:03:10.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya's coming!</title><content type='html'>This Raya is going to be so different. Somehow, I kept thinking of the Raya before last year. In 2004, Dad was sick. But not as sick as the last year. So were still able to go out and celebrate. At that time, I was still staying with mom and dad. It was the most fulfilling Raya ever. There were also many visitors. Me, mom and sis were so enthusiastic about the preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last year, we celebrated Raya at Tan Tock Seng. We brought in a radio for dad into his room so that he could hear the takbir raya. I didn't know if he understood what was going on then. His diabetic condition was so bad then, that he seems so far away at times. all we could do was to hold his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that all of us came to the hospital on the first day of Raya. It was my first Raya in my bew home, but I felt like I was barely there. Everything happened like a dream. My memories of that Raya was just a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still Raya when Dad passed away. Although we were shocked, it was somewhat a relief too for he is no longer in pain. He used to cringe a lot when he was in ICU. Like it was too much pain to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder mom seems to dread this coming Raya. Actually I am too. But I'm trying my damndest not to. It's not fair to hubby, and I want Mom to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also felt a lot like my first Raya. In my pre-occupied state last year, a lot of things were done in a minimalist way. I hope I can make up for it this Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, you're in my prayers everyday. I miss u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-116092819019018873?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/116092819019018873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=116092819019018873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116092819019018873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116092819019018873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/10/rayas-coming.html' title='Raya&apos;s coming!'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-116054268211777048</id><published>2006-10-11T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:58:02.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Today my mind is not at ease. Keep thinking about her and the life-changing decision which she has just made. I understand her rationale and know that it really is for the 'greater good'. But.... how do you know when enough is enough? That the decision you made is really for the best?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;I worry for them. What will the future have for them?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Be strong gal! There's really nothing else to do but to be strong and have faith in HIM. God bless.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-116054268211777048?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/116054268211777048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=116054268211777048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116054268211777048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116054268211777048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-my-mind-is-not-at-ease.html' title=''/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-116045816170930866</id><published>2006-10-10T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T13:29:21.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like ages since I was here! Seems like my blog turut berpuasa in this holy month of Ramadan... kekeke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been occupied lah. Last Thursday, we went to meet up with hubby's secondary school mates. It was so much fun! It made me think of my own secondary school mates and how we've drifted apart over the years. Anyway, for pics, click &lt;a href="http://zarina11.multiply.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; okie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun ask me what i did on Friday cos... GASP!! I can't remember. Talk about short term memory huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat, met up with Jillian and Hubby. Broke my fast at Newton hawker centre witht he usual spread of ikan pari bakar, sotong sambal, omelette with shrimp and tom yam! Hmmm.... so sedap! After that, we brought them to Geylang to get my 'Blinky' lights! It was super crowded! We walked and walked... and hubby even participated in this carpet auction! But luck was not with I as others managed to outbid us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to go home after Geylang but hubby and Lester has other plans. Off we went to Parklane for billiard. While they play, Jillian and I were busy chatting at the side. The game ended only at 1.30am! And I was super duper tired and yawning all the way! But it was a good day and we enjoyed ourselves very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, as usual was reserved for housework. Nothing much there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday though, we went back to Geylang with mom and bro. Berbuka puasa at Hawa Rest at Onan Road and had my hor fun and hubby's chicken rice. Walked around after that and bought my senduks (ladle) for Raya. We bought 10! LOL!! So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, its back at work. So sorry that this entry is super dry without the usual sprinkle of photos okie! Didn't bring my camera and hard drive to work lah. Btw, what's up with me and the use of the word 'super'... god knows why! HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Raya is coming!! Bestlar! Nie next week nak pegi pasar, buat kuih, tukar langsir..  and etc. So best!! Excuse me while I go check my list.. *byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-116045816170930866?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/116045816170930866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=116045816170930866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116045816170930866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/116045816170930866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-seems-like-ages-since-i-was-here.html' title=''/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115985205939699874</id><published>2006-10-03T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:07:39.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/Naqib.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/400/Naqib.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My baby number 1 turns 5 today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday sayang. You will always hold a special place in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/Naqib.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/Naqib.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115985205939699874?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115985205939699874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115985205939699874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115985205939699874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115985205939699874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-baby-number-1-turns-5-today-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115919571038451187</id><published>2006-09-25T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:48:30.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just wanna say.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Yeah!! Hady won!! He is the new Singapore idol!! Woo hoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok. That's it. Good night. Heehee!!&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/20606527-115919571038451187?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115919571038451187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115919571038451187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115919571038451187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115919571038451187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/09/short-entry.html' title='Short entry'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115916453339718901</id><published>2006-09-25T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T14:08:53.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portuguese Egg Tarts</title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Psst....&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;I know I'm fasting and shouldn't be thinking of food. But I dunno why, I've got a sudden craving for Portugese Egg Tarts.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;It's very bad. And I can't stop thinking about it.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Anyone knows where I can get good Portuguese Egg Tarts? Preferably in City Hall or Woodlands area? &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115916453339718901?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115916453339718901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115916453339718901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115916453339718901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115916453339718901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/09/portuguese-egg-tarts.html' title='Portuguese Egg Tarts'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115908084566683910</id><published>2006-09-24T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T14:54:05.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To all Muslims out there;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selamat Mengerjakan Ibadat Puasa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Ramadan!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115908084566683910?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115908084566683910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115908084566683910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115908084566683910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115908084566683910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/09/ramadan.html' title='Ramadan'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115891372371263012</id><published>2006-09-22T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:28:43.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!!!</title><content type='html'>Thank God its Friday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time seems to be dragging by today. and I just can't wait for hubby's arrival in front of my office at 6pm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on MC yesterday. I dunno what I ate wrong, but my tummy was hurting yesterday morning. It got better, but my back was also aching. Went to my regular clinic for medication and stuff. Then, I also went to this tailor's shop for my kebaya. This year, I will have my purple songket and orange kebaya. Too much colour if u ask me. But hubby kept on insisting on the orange untill I finally agreed. I still have my pink and cream material, but I think I'll save that till after Raya. Then I can get a good tailor at a reasonable price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went around to buy some groceries. Decided to cook since I was the only one home. Made chicken rendang and this vege soup. Mom cameover with the kids to help me since I was fasting and sick.. kekeke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After break fast, we went to Vista Point for desserts. Dunno why, I always get the urge for something cold and sweet. So had my chng tng, plus some toiletries and I was ready to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong with me. I dun want to be paranoid, bit I've been feeling very tired lately. My whole body seems to be aching, esp my back. At night, I will sleep soundly all the way till morning. Usually, I will wake up everytime hubby reaches home from work or opens the door to the bedroom. Nowadays, I just sleep through it all. Haiyz... I think I need a massage really badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u see why I am so happy its Friday??!! Woo hoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115891372371263012?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115891372371263012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115891372371263012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115891372371263012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115891372371263012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/09/tgif.html' title='TGIF!!!'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115858038811664748</id><published>2006-09-18T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:10:14.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to blog about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember I promised to post the pressies I got for Jean &amp; Jillian? Well this is it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/DSC02681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/320/DSC02681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope they like it. It was a very belated present, and I'm so sorry it took so long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then on Thursday, 14 Sept 2006, we received the long awaited sms from a dear friend. Ayu have finally given birth to the sweetest baby girl. We visited her after work at SGH. Isn't this just the sweetest thing ever...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/DSC02794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/320/DSC02794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Friday, I got such a shock when mom told me that Raziq was admitted to KK Hospital. High fever and tonsils. I rushed over as soon as I heard. Luckily I was not home yet; was window-shopping in Orchard with Jean after dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/DSC02783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/320/DSC02783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was dischaarged on Sunday and is back to his cheeky self. Luckily we took precaution as Naqib's fever was also climbing that day. Haiyz.. it's so worrisome when kids get sick. I don't know how I'm gonna handle it when its my kids we're talking about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've started fasting today. Just realised that fasting month is coming very soon. I also didn't want to give my tummy a shock when the time comes, so this is sort of a warming up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love Ramadan. Since I was young, we never fail to look forward to this month in the Islamic calendar, followed by Syawal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But then again, Dad passed away last Syawal. This Raya is going to be very different from the past. God bless his soul. I miss u daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115858038811664748?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115858038811664748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115858038811664748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115858038811664748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115858038811664748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/09/something-to-blog-about.html' title='Something to blog about'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115804713012063823</id><published>2006-09-12T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:45:30.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts of a Girl</title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Work, as usual, has been madness. Finally got a breather today after I managed to send out the GIRO list to my finance dept yesterday.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Met Jillian for lunch today. Gave her the long awaited birthday present. Haiyz.. it was long long overdue! Sorry gals. This does not mean I love you any less. I can't post a pic of the present yet though. I've still yet to meet Jean to pass hers. Ya, they both get the same present. So Jillian and I walked to Marina Square today. Had lunch at the foodcourt. Been eating a lot lately, so had YTH soup for lunch. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Oh yes! Jillian, my sis-in-law said that your hubby dearest is good looking. LOL! Tell him that for me ok. He will be smiling away for sure...&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Its been a while since we had our group meeting. Work schedule does not allow us to meet as often as we like. With Jillian working retail hours and Sophian working shift, its hard to get a day when all of us are available.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;So last weekend, we went to my aunt's house for the 2nd kenduri of the month. It was great catching up with people who have known u since u were a baby. It was also too easy to reminisce about my late dad. I could almost see him sitting on the sofa, smoking away while chatting with his siblings. I miss u dad...&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Finally, I'd like to wish my dearest sister a Happy Happy Birthday! You are, and always be, a very important part of my life. May happiness be with you always.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115804713012063823?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115804713012063823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115804713012063823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115804713012063823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115804713012063823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/09/random-thoughts-of-girl.html' title='Random Thoughts of a Girl'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115708599295749943</id><published>2006-09-01T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:46:32.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Here's a pic of my nephews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NAQIB&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/DSC00960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/320/DSC00960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;u&gt;RAZIQ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/320/DSC00956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my two devils. I saw them last Saturday, but it was only for a short while. So now I'm missing them. Miss their sweet smells after their evening bath, their shrill shouts of delight and their infectious laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, how is it possible to love someone so dearly, it hurts? To miss them even only a day apart? To miss not only the good things, but also the tears, the tantrums? And they're not even mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine the pain it will cause me when they make their move to Yishun later. Not being able to drop by on a whim, to rush and be there in 5-10 minutes in cases of emergency, to grab things from a shop shelf and to bring it to them as a surprise on the next hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naqib and Raziq, from birth, you came into my life. Bringing me the sun with a flash of your smiles. I love you guys so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115708599295749943?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115708599295749943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115708599295749943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115708599295749943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115708599295749943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/09/heres-pic-of-my-nephews.html' title=''/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115703650550325003</id><published>2006-08-31T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:01:47.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons are changing..</title><content type='html'>Whoa.. finally, a time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been madness these few days. Spent Monday to Wednesday packing some stuffs for the IMF thingy. Been OTing for the first two days of the week (including a short breather to Far East for a 30 minute shoe hunt with my colleagues after work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and today, was for catching up with my daily work. Nothing interesting there. It has also been raining very heavily these days. Somehow or other, instead of feeling down, it gives me this sense of calmness. Definitely just what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, grandma's having a kenduri at her house. And next weekend, another kenduri at my aunt's. The norm is for all my other aunties to bring a dish (some sort of pot luck) to contribute. I wonder if I'm expected to bring something, well since I'm married and everything.. but what should I bring. Buat malu jer if I bring something that is nt pleasant to the palate. I think, I have an idea. But let me dwell on it first. I'll let u guys know when the time comes okie??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay.. by now, u should be able to see that what I write today are all useless chatter. Its just that I miss blogging but I dunno -  my mind is just blank at the moment. So I shall stop now and continue another day. Have an early night everyone. Thank God its Friday tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. hi Ayu!! Dah nak beranak kau ni eh! I'm counting down with u! Lemme noe when it happens. Best lah!! Heehee....!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115703650550325003?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115703650550325003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115703650550325003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115703650550325003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115703650550325003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/08/seasons-are-changing.html' title='Seasons are changing..'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115668423986105151</id><published>2006-08-27T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:12:40.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/image001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/320/image001.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A new skin!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah!! I'm so happy man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried countless of times, but this is my first time suceeding! Ha! How pathetic am I.. .!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they say, u'll never suceed if you don't kep trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this isn't perfect, but at least its a change. And I like!! Thanks to Trina for her help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115668423986105151?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115668423986105151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115668423986105151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115668423986105151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115668423986105151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-skin.html' title='New Skin!'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115648546194898952</id><published>2006-08-25T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T20:57:00.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We used to be very close. Practically every weekends were spent together. Living apart does not mean being apart. You were always in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But you have changed. And with this, you no longer value our relationship although you desperately claim otherwise. You no longer cared as you use to, and you think money will make up for everything. For the hurt, for lost time, for all the days I worried about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All those time u said you care, were those just lies? All the time we spent together, is it meant to be just history? Have you lost your way? Have you lost sight of home? Come back to what you once were. I miss you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115648546194898952?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115648546194898952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115648546194898952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115648546194898952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115648546194898952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115632763426041620</id><published>2006-08-23T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:07:14.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quickie post</title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Me going to CK Tang for their private sale today. Hurray!! No lah.. not as if I'm going to shop till I drop. I just gotta get my MAC blusher. I'm in dire need of a replacement since the current one is very quickly depleting.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Other than that, I'm going to 'look' at shoes. I desperately want one, but I am gonna be considerate and maybe keep it for next time. Maybe. Heehee..!!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Hubby's starting on his new part time job today. Nope. It is not easy having your own home at all. The household bills just about kill us. (Not to mention the many many other things that come your way.. blender rosak lah, shampoo habis lah, and wat about the grocery??!!) The pressure we feel each month, its like having to squeeze every last bit of the juice from the fruit. It's been a while since hubby held on to two jobs. But he's decided to go for it while he is still young. Furthermore, he has yet to settle his 'continuing education&amp;quot; thingy. So might as well use the time to earn more money. I shall try to become a better wife by being extra sensitive to his needs from hence on. God knows how many this off days he'll get in a month for him to rest. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Looks like I am about to become a single wife. Not that I am complaining lah.. I understand the need. And I understand that he is doing this for us. Who'd have thought that it takes our marriage to bring about this maturity in us. I'm proud of you darl! And Me..!!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;But its not like I'm squandering all our money away hokay! I really need the blusher for work and working shoes really is about to give way. So there! Although I admit, its really guilt that is making me so defensive. Hee hee! Ok ciao!!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115632763426041620?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115632763426041620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115632763426041620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115632763426041620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115632763426041620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/08/quickie-post.html' title='A quickie post'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115612757631372621</id><published>2006-08-21T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T20:57:58.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Durians and Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Last Friday, Jillian and I (together with our husbands of course) met up for an impromptu durian session. We met at Geylang Lor 13, sat at our favourite stall while the men went to pick durians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm not really crazy about durians. So I stopped after 3 pieces. Lester was also quite full after a buffet dinner with his ex-colleagues earlier. However, between the four of us, we managed to finish up 8 durians! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Click &lt;a href="http://http://zarina11.multiply.com/photos/album/16"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; for pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;If u noticed, we found quite a few 'strange' things. Like the seed shaped like a heart, and another seed which was split into two (i assure u that the seed was not split into 2 by any of us, it was like that when we opened the durian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Saturday was a day for lazing around. Other than going to the library to collect my book, all I did was laze around. Nothing much there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sunday was an eventful day. First thing in the morning, we got up and visited Dad's grave with Mom and Mamat. Followed by lunch at Jurong Point. Had to rush home after that as dearie had to work at 3pm. Had this sudden urge to cook up a storm, so I left together with hubby to go to Vista Point to get the ingredients I needed. Quickly walked back home as I was very anxious to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Two hours later, I got my mutton soup, as well as my cupcakes ready. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/DSC02410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/200/DSC02410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/DSC02411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/200/DSC02411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm so proud of myself! After my cooking was done, I continued with my routine weekend housework plus laundry and ironing. All this work left me with a terrible backache which I'm still suffering from at this moment. But I'm still very happy with what I have accomplished over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Oh yes.. I changed my tagboard to a new one. I think this looks better doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;So kind of my sis-in-law to offer me help with my layout. Maybe when we both have time, I will take her up on her offer. Heehee!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115612757631372621?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115612757631372621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115612757631372621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115612757631372621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115612757631372621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-durians-and-cupcakes_21.html' title='Of Durians and Cupcakes'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115588762966279915</id><published>2006-08-18T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T15:53:49.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tagboard is up!!</title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Finally! I got my tagboard!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;I've been wanting a tag board for the longest time. I just think its more friendly that way as friends can leave me a note instead of having to leave me a comment. It's not perfect I know. But I'm just happy I got it up and running.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;I've been trying to change my layout as well. But its so damn complicated! Aargh!!! I know you can get those free ones on blogskin lah, but I always have problems putting back everything I want. I will normally start enthusiastically but will end up getting more and more confused before finally giving up altogether. What a failure I am... haiyz! I know :(&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;I also managed to slot in my links and even changed photo for a good measure. Ha ha.. now I'm one happy gal. See how little it takes to make me happy? Friends always say that I get excited really easy although at times, I do choose to show this side of me to only a few priviledge ones. Some people who do not know me assume that I am stuck up, but really, I am just really shy. It takes me a while before I can warm up enough to someone. Just ask any of my frens. Or better still, ask my hubby dearest ;p!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Life has been prety mundane lately. I've been going home straight after work. Anyway, its not as though I have been going places lah.. except when hubby dearest or any one of my frens decide to date me. Furthermore, the 'moon' has been rather dark these days (*wink* fifi, only u know what this means!) Haha!!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Dunno what prompted this mid-day entry. Go got to go now! Till later!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115588762966279915?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115588762966279915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115588762966279915&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115588762966279915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115588762966279915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-tagboard-is-up.html' title='My Tagboard is up!!'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115518913261889263</id><published>2006-08-10T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:52:18.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Erm.. this is a little bit belated, but nevertheless, Happy National Day! Seeing how Singapore has developed over the years and the pride on the men's faces while they marched to the centre of the stadium. Watching the parade on tv yesterday, it almost moved me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The night before that, we also joined Idris and Aidah for their solemnization at a mosque in Bukit Panjang. So happy for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/DSC01990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/320/DSC01990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, this weekend gathering has been cancelled. There goes my surprise for them. Looks like I really gotta surprise them at their workplace one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Coming Saturday however, I have a few things to do. My cousin has planned a cukur rambut for her baby and at the same time, we have also promised to attend Idirs and Aidah wedding at the Malay Village. Looks like it it will be a promising weekend after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For now however, we still have to slog at work for today and tomorrow. I'm counting down the hours!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115518913261889263?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115518913261889263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115518913261889263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115518913261889263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115518913261889263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-day.html' title='National Day'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115503032056755273</id><published>2006-08-08T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:52:44.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It involves cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It also involves a surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My best friends are coming over for a day of fun and laughter on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And they are not aware of the surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(of &lt;em&gt;course they not aware lah, otherwise it won't be a surprise right... duh??!!) *shakes her head*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/20606527-115503032056755273?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115503032056755273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115503032056755273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115503032056755273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115503032056755273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115493208638621763</id><published>2006-08-07T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:53:47.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings = Tears?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sometime last year, one of my hubby's secondary school mate got married. She was a close friends of his and we've been out together a couple of times. We were really happy for her when we received the invitation for her wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Everything went as planned. The day arrived and the wedding went on without a hitch. The couple looked great together. It brought me memories of my own wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I remember we had just bought a camera sometime before. So dear hubby was busy snapping away. The parents were then invited on stage for a family photo. They all looked so sweet togehter. It was touching moment when the bride kissed her parents, and we can see the mother tearing. It moved us all. Everyone burst into a clap and was cheering away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But lo and behold... what is this? I found one drop of tear on my cheeks. And another. And many many others... What's happening to me? I never cry at weddings... except for mine lah which is fully understood. But at another's? Not even my sister's did I cry. And it got worst, making my eyes all red and my nose all wet. I could see hubby sneaking glances at me while he was busy snapping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Immediately I went to a corner to wipe my tears away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And now, another friend of his is getting married. Again, the image of the solemnization ceremony is making me teary eyed. I haven't even been to the actual thing! For goodness sake! This is getting way out of hand. Am I gonna cry at every wedding I go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So what happened? Is it the memories of hugging arwah dad for the last time during my wedding? Or is it just the memories of my own wedding? Whatever it is, I must try to put this to a stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So lovely. This blessed union of souls. The lovely ties of matrimony. Wonderful aint it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well, Idris and Aidah - Selamat Pengantin Baru! Semoga berkekalan hingga ke anak cucu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115493208638621763?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115493208638621763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115493208638621763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115493208638621763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115493208638621763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/08/weddings-tears.html' title='Weddings = Tears?'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115487216408433877</id><published>2006-08-06T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:54:27.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kulai with the guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;We went riding with the team to Kulai last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; Which includes great company and lots of laughter. We had fun. Hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/kulai2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/320/kulai2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/kulia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/320/kulia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&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/20606527-115487216408433877?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115487216408433877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115487216408433877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115487216408433877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115487216408433877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/08/kulai-with-guys.html' title='Kulai with the guys'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115448544290666119</id><published>2006-08-02T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:58:00.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its another of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Days that seemed to stretch endelessly in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Days whereby every part of your body aches, pleading for a good massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Days that makes you feel like doing nothing but laze around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But horrors! You're in the office and its not even lunch time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God, please help me get through my day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115448544290666119?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115448544290666119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115448544290666119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115448544290666119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115448544290666119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-bad-day.html' title='Another Bad Day'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115432624849440169</id><published>2006-07-31T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:56:35.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonders of Marriage Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been thinking a lot lately. About you and me. And about this marriage we share. How time flies... Before, I used to track every single month that passes by since the beginning of our relationship. From that fateful day in 1997. Who'd expect that my first Valentine date would be my Valentine forever and ever and ever....? Heehee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Such wonders in a relationship... For example,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have this thing about me that requires absolute silence and darkness when I sleep. However, I sleep just as well with hubby snoring beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I hate picking up after others. but why is it that I 'almost' like to pick up after him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We fit each other perfectly! How is it that he is just the right height for me to kiss and I fit just as nicely under his arms for a hug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I see him every single day, but he still occupies my mind every other second of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We live in the same house, same room. Yet, we still look forward to a date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He is such a fussy eater! However, he's a willing food taster when it comes to testing my terribly cooked dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Funny ain't it? Funny yet so wonderful. Wonderfully mine that is. What a silly entry.. kekeke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/20606527-115432624849440169?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115432624849440169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115432624849440169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115432624849440169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115432624849440169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/07/wonders-of-marriage-life.html' title='The Wonders of Marriage Life'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115372140489699515</id><published>2006-07-24T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:58:31.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays in July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't realise that so many people i know have their birthday in July! Let's see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are my colleagues at work whose birthday we celebrated by the usual cake cutting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rizal celebrates his birthday on the 19th, whilst Ramah celebrates hers on the 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/320/Ramah%20and%20Rizal%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Picture taken during our last company party in Nov 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then, my mother-in-law also celebrated her birthday on the 21st. Happy birthday mak! Semoga panjang umur dan murah rezeki, Insya-allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/320/MIL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Picture taken during Hari Raya - 2004&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then, there's this couple I know who practically celebrates their birthday together every year, Raymond (23rd) and Jean (25th). May you guys be happy together ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/320/Jean%20and%20Ray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;" &gt;Picture taken at Sentosa during our last chalet together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last but not least, Happy Birthday to Erna who celebrated her birthday on the 7th. Sorry babe, I don't have any recent photos of you besides your wedding pics. Neverthelessly, congrats on the good news (hmm.. thought u could keep it a secret huh??!!), and may you be happy with you loved ones forever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And that's it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115372140489699515?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115372140489699515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115372140489699515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115372140489699515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115372140489699515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/07/birthdays-in-july.html' title='Birthdays in July'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115349888413635754</id><published>2006-07-22T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T17:00:07.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about prawn noodles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/DSC01866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/320/DSC01866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prawn noodles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lovingly cooked by me. Just for my beloved husband. Not that he asked for it. Its just that I felt like cooking something nice for him instead of the usual average fare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I even missed my 9pm mandarin drama serial cos i was busy in the kitchen peeling prawns, knowing that he finds it takes too much trouble to eat those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all that trouble for what? He didn't even bother to call me to tell me he'll be home late. Not that I'd be less upset of course! Its okay if you wanna go meet ur friends. But whenever the wife tells u to come back for 'dinner', you jolly well DO! You can go out after for all I care. I may even send you off at the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Men..! What is it about them that makes it so difficult to understand their woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its all in the fridge now. Who knows what fate has got for you tomorrow. Haiyz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115349888413635754?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115349888413635754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115349888413635754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115349888413635754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115349888413635754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-about-prawn-noodles.html' title='The one about prawn noodles'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115251223631945597</id><published>2006-07-10T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T14:17:16.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have been doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 8th July 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1.15pm : Mom's place for lunch, played with my nephews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3.15pm : Hubby reached mom's place, karaoke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5.30pm : Went back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;7.00pm : Left home to meet friends for dinner at Riverside Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;10.30pm : Went to Boat Quay with friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;12.00mn : Haagen Dazs at Clarke Quay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, 9th July 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;12.30am : Met colleague, walk around Clarke Quay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3.00am : Watched soccer match Germany vs Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5.45am : Reached home, hubby went to sleep while I checked my emails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6.30am : Woke hubby up for work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;7.30am : Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4.30pm : Woke up, hubby back from work, lunch (dinner??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6.00pm : Started on housework, vacuum, laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;7.30pm : Watched Pirates of the Caribbean Channel 5 + ironing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;9.30pm : Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;12.00am : Woke hubby up and shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, 10th July (aka today)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1.20am : Reached Clarke Quay and looked around for seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1.50am : Watched soccer, Italy vs France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5.00am : Left for home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5.30am : Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;7.00am : Wake up for work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;9.00am : At work (I was late!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;12.30pm : Lunch time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2.00pm : Counting down the hours to Zzzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115251223631945597?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115251223631945597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115251223631945597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115251223631945597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115251223631945597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-i-have-been-doing.html' title='What I have been doing'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115197681548485668</id><published>2006-07-04T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:57:00.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy IVGLDSW Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just wanna share with you gals about this email I received today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy IVGLDSW Day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;International Very Good Looking, Damn Smart Woman's Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, so please send this message to someone you think fits this description. Please do not send it back to me as I have already received it from a Very Good Looking, Damn Smart Woman! And remember this motto to live by: Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!" Have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the Girls !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside every older person is a younger person -- wondering what the hell happened.&lt;br /&gt;-Cora Harvey Armstrong-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside me lives a skinny woman crying to get out. But I can usually shut the bitch up with cookies.&lt;br /&gt;(Unknown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy. -Helen Hayes (at 73)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to think of them as chin hairs. I think of them as stray eyebrows. -Janette Barber-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first one being -- hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint. -Erma Bombeck-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ld age ain't no place for sissies. -Bette Davis-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I close the door on reality, it comes in through the windows. -Jennifer Unlimited-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T hirty-five is when you finally get your head together and your body starts falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;-Caryn Leschen-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't be a good example -- then you'll just have to be a horrible warning. -Catherine-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to vacuum 'til Sears makes one you can ride on. -Roseanne Barr-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind every successful man is a surprised woman -Maryon Pearson-&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission. -Eleanor Roosevelt-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115197681548485668?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115197681548485668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115197681548485668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115197681548485668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115197681548485668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-ivgldsw-day.html' title='Happy IVGLDSW Day!!!'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115183886357675213</id><published>2006-07-02T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T19:17:55.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my birthday lah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;29th June 2006 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was born on the same date, exactly 25 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And today, I count my blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My marriage to my hubby, the home we've built together, the partnership we have, the everlasting love, the pain and laughter that we share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My family. Mak who has always been an integral part of my being. My sister and her kids, who brings me joy without having to try, brings me a smile when I'm in need of cheering. My little bro, who is a man now. My pride, my hope and guardian of the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And today also, I remember Dad. My first birthday without him. It seems only right that this birthday was celebrated without the ususal cake and presents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I spent the day with husband. He brought me out to Sentosa and Night Safari. We became tourists for a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, we visited dad's grave and offered him prayers. Went to mom's place after that and while I stayed home to look after the kids, it was mom's turn to visit dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, I did my ironing. Mom also came over since there was o one home. I made Nasi Goreng. Had the funniest craving for chilli crab and made hubby go out to seach for one. Today, I did the rest of the housework. Swept, mopped, changed the sheets and did the laundry. Its finally all done. Leaving me some time to blog, to surf before retiring for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I should stop now. All this thinking and reflecting is making me a very boring person. And to you all, enjoy the last few hours of the weekend, good night!&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/20606527-115183886357675213?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115183886357675213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115183886357675213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115183886357675213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115183886357675213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-my-birthday-lah.html' title='It&apos;s my birthday lah...'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115132793665293007</id><published>2006-06-26T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:43:03.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;She has always been a great friend. Although we started out as classmates, our friendship rapidly grew. And last Saturday, she gave me the honour of being her 'sister' for her wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/DSC01583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/200/DSC01583.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;We had our share of fun and laughed ourselves silly over the 'Hen Night' we surprised her with. But on her wedding day, I was close to tears. So happy to see her getting maaried to the man she loves, and who loves her just as much, if not more. I am so happy for you Jillian. May you both be blissful, happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/Jillian%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/200/Jillian%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;For more pics, click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zarina11.multiply.com/photos/album/8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115132793665293007?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115132793665293007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115132793665293007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115132793665293007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115132793665293007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-best-friends-wedding.html' title='My Best Friend&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-115070496262690385</id><published>2006-06-19T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:30:04.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday's in June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Over the years, the people I've known more and more people who celebrates their birthday in June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Firstly, there's &lt;a href="http://www.blackrose46.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; another blogger whom I've known for years. Her birthday falls on the 4th of June.Sorry girl, I don't seem to have any of your latest photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then there's Jillian (one of my best friend from poly) and Alice (my colleague) who shares the same bday on the 13th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/200/Pics%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Me, Jillian and Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/200/Alice%27s%20Bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alice's bday party in the office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's also Azlifah, my primary cum poly mate cum neighbour, who just gave birth to Little Alisha on the 15th of June. Congrats Azee! Again no photo, as I've yet to meet the baby in person. Looking forward to meeting her. Will definitely do so when the mother is back at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides my Mak Teh bday on the 18th (if I'm not wrong) and Pak Busu's on the 21st, there's another birthday that I am so looking forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mine.... ;-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking forward to spending some quality time with my loved ones. Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-115070496262690385?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/115070496262690385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=115070496262690385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115070496262690385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/115070496262690385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/06/birthdays-in-june.html' title='Birthday&apos;s in June'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114968678569692762</id><published>2006-06-07T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:26:30.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heheh... *smiles sheepishly* Haven't been updatin for a while now. Didn't feel like it lah. Too many things on my mind. And too many things happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sent my youngest brother to tekong last friday. He's now embarking on a new stage of his life. He's so grown up now! I still remember the chubby kid whom I used to detetst for grabbing all of our parent's attention. It's bad enough having to give in to a younger sister. But a younger brother as well... However, it wasn't as though we had no love among us lah. It's just that it was simply our nature to leave each other alone. We were young and each of us were busy with our own group of friends, with our own lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We've grown up now. A far cry from what we were. With age comes bonding, especially with dad's passing away. We shared tears and laughter, and gave each other strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sending him that day somehow moved me. Seeing him take his NS oath, my emotions were that of worry and pride. Worried that he may find it hard in NS, and pride that my youngest brother is now a grown man who will defend his country in times of need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/20606527-114968678569692762?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114968678569692762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114968678569692762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114968678569692762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114968678569692762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/06/heheh.html' title=''/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114890980677318876</id><published>2006-05-29T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T21:36:46.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gateway to Heaven...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/Cam%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/400/Cam%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sitting around earlier when I remembered that some of you probably have not seen my bedroom door... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114890980677318876?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114890980677318876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114890980677318876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114890980677318876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114890980677318876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/05/gateway-to-heaven.html' title='Gateway to Heaven...'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114879577008867106</id><published>2006-05-28T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T13:56:10.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat With Your Family Day</title><content type='html'>It was 'Eat with Your Family Day' on Friday, 26th May 2006. My company so graciously let us off at 5pm, an hour earlier than normal, to let us go home and have dinner with our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did. since hubby was working, I asked mom to whip up anice dinner so that we all could eat together that day. Reached mom' s place ard 7pm (left office at abt 5.30 to complete some things) and was glad to see that everyone was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours is a small family, just mom, me, nadia and mamat. besides the 2 kids, nadia's hubby and dear of course. but even so, it is not always easy to get everyone together. I'm glad they came up with such initiatives to remind us of the importance of family. So hope u guys had a great 'Eat with your family day' too. If not, hey dun wait for it to come. Go and make it happen! After all, nothing in this world matters as much as family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114879577008867106?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114879577008867106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114879577008867106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114879577008867106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114879577008867106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/05/eat-with-your-family-day.html' title='Eat With Your Family Day'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114856737265155047</id><published>2006-05-25T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T13:48:08.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm back... last night. Reached home safely at about 9.30pm. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The trip with the family was great fun! Certainly a lesson for me when I bring my own kids for a holiday in the future. The whole troop was there for the KL/Genting trip. There were 9 of us. Me, Hubby, MIL, Mak, Nadia, Mamat, Nenek, Naqib and Raziq. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two nihgts at Genting and two nights at KL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At Genting, we had fun. Went there in style on board Transtar's First Class coach. We felt as though we were on board the airplane as the bus came complete with tv (for movies, mtv and videogames), a massage chair, a meal and a steward. The 7-hr journey didn't feel as long as it should when u're being pampered so nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We checked into First World hotel. Had expected to get additional beds for our two rooms, but alas, they've run out of beds. Had to make do with two super-single beds in two rooms. As u can imagine, it was a squeeze that night. The first night was spent wondering around and plannng for the next day. Went to the Snow World as well. Although bigger and more fun than snow city in Singapore, we felt it was colder in Snow City. After that, we had dinner at Marrybrown's and went to bed quite early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We took the rides on the second day. At RM$49 per adult for indoor and outdoor games, we tried to make it worth it by taking as many rides as we could. Roller coasters, boat rides, kiddy rides... u name it, we had it. We also had time to take the kiddy rides that we sat on when I was 5 yr old. Took loads of photos... will download over the weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, we rented a van to take us down to KL. The weather seems promising and we reached just after 3pm. Checked in to the Agora Hotel at Bukit Bintang, KL's shopping district. Though the hotel wasn't fantastic, the location more than made up for it. We were practically surrounded by shopping malls! So what else can we do besides shop, shop, shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Among the places we went to were Sungei Wang Plaza, Bukit Bintang Plaza, Petaling Street, Masjid India, Berjaya Times Square and Lot 10. Thought of going to KLCC too for them to have a look But, not enough time and even wif we managed to, our legs couldn't take it. As it is, mom and nenek had to ask for time out for a couple of times.. hee! Sorry both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must tell u abt the materials/kain i bought for Hari Raya. I like it so much! I just hope I'd remember to send it to the tailor in time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/Kain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/320/Kain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, everyone had a good time. For more pictures on the trip, click &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://zarina11.multiply.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114856737265155047?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114856737265155047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114856737265155047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114856737265155047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114856737265155047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114801915002051052</id><published>2006-05-19T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:59:32.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I dunno what came over me last night. For sure I've been feeling tired last few days and thoughts of Dad has been coming back to me. But I didn't know what made me post such an entry for all to see.. I feel a little bit exposed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Neway... we'll be off to Genting and KL tomorrow morning. And I;m feeling a bit panicky cos I've yet to pack a single thing! Haven't decided what to bring, what to wear, what luggage to lug... Haiyz, I'm in trouble for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hopefully this trip will rejuvenate me and bring back the cheeriness that once were. This trip will also be good for mom, Nadia, Mamat and the kids. They have not been anywhere for the longest time. This will also be my brother's last trip before his enlistment to the army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm worried about Naqib. His habit of biting his fingernails is getting from bad to worse. At times, he bites until he draws blood.. and even so, he will start again when the blood stops. Mom says she read somewhere that children who bites their fingernails are stressed. Is he stressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, for sure if I were him, I would. Firstly his maternal grandfather passed away. Just weeks after, his paternal granny passed away. Its no wonder he wakes up crying at night telling Mak that he don;t want her to 'meninggal' or pass away as well. Then there's the thing abt his dad. We try to ease this for him by taking him out, buying him toys and etc. But although he enjoys himself, bites away he still does. All of us are very worried. So o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;k... here's calling all mommies out there.. any advice? Email me at: &lt;a href="mailto:zarina_11@hotmail.com"&gt;zarina_11@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dun think I'll be able to log on tonight. So I'll be back upon my return from Malaysia. Till then.. byez!&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/20606527-114801915002051052?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114801915002051052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114801915002051052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114801915002051052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114801915002051052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dunno-what-came-over-me-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114796367399589989</id><published>2006-05-18T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T10:18:03.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I dun understand why.. but I'm so tired this week. My previous injury on my left ankle is acting up and giving me problems every single night. My back hurts, most likely from trying to keep my limp from becoming too obvious. My neck feels stiff and my head aches... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I miss my dad. We weren't very close when he was alive. That's proably because he was so busy working while we were young, that we simply grew used to talking to my mum instead of him. I mean, yeah, there were holidays and all that. And of course I loved him, but ours just weren't talking types. But no matter how, there would always be this bond between a daughter and her father. And this bond would forever remain. Were there any regrets on my part? For sure, I regret all those times I walk past him without saying a word. The countless of times we chose to have separate meals although living under the same roof. All those times worry for him would creep inside me, and I'd pushed it aside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's funny how it takes his passing away to make the family closer. Nowadays, hardly a day goes by without me talking to mum although we stay in separate houses. Not seeing them for more than a week is too much for me to take. And everyone puts in effort to spend time with each other. Isn't it amazing? But it no longer feels the same. Without him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My wedding day will forever stay in my mind. And its not just because I got married to the man I love. It was also the day I gave dad a hug. And another. The customary act of kissing your parent's hand before u leave for the groom's side was especially significant to me. I don't what made me hug him twice. I just felt so heavy leaving him especially. Nobody expected that to be the last time I hugged him ever... The things that came after that were so hectic. I didn't even hug him goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thoughts of him keeps drifting to me these few days. It still feels unreal. I don't even dare to look over my many wedding albums. It's just too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How do you say goodbye to someone who's no longer there? How do you let go of someone so dear? How do I take each day knowing that I'll never see you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think of you dad... always will.&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/20606527-114796367399589989?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114796367399589989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114796367399589989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114796367399589989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114796367399589989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-of-you.html' title='I Think of You'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114766042755281994</id><published>2006-05-15T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:15:31.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy... It's over...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/DSC01256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/320/DSC01256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha...! My title's so corny! But I just find it so funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway... the holidays are over. The next public holiday will be.. gasp! in August!! That'll be for our National Day... And its ages away! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So how was the long weekend people? Let me tell you about mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Friday, there was the Mother's Day gathering for my maternal granny. It was held at her place. Everyone was there.. and you can imagine that there was such a spread! We ate and ate. Following that, we managed to say some prayers for my great-grandma who just passed away last week. We went back to my house after that to celebrate Mother's Day for mom. We got cake and I'd cooked earlier. Mom says that my curry is very good for a first try.. but mom always say such things, so I'm still a bit sceptical. I hope she likes the cake we got her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, I woke up and made Roti Kirai. That's because I got lotsa leftover curry from day before. Hubby got back from work with the makings of a salad to accompany the meal, which also happens to be one of his favourite! We watched 'In Her Shoes' after that on VCD. Actually, I watched while he slept. So much for spending time with me huh ;P Later that evening, sis and mom came to our house again cos they just realised they forgot to top up on their electricity. And the next day's a Sunday, which means the office is closed and they're unable to top up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That night was fun. For once, my house which had always been so quiet, was full of laughter. There was noise and I was so glad for the company. The kids made such a din, I didn't know how MIL managed to go to sleep. Raziq's such a terror now. And to think that I used to worry that Naqib will bully him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Sunday morning, my mom and I prepared breakfast for everyone together. I missed doing that. We made roti john and serawa durian with glutinous rice. Later, we went to Casueway Point. We bought toiletries and shopped around. Sis bought this Guess bag which is so pretty. I saw one nice bag which I fell in love with at first sight. Same with another wallet. But I know if I get it, hubby will probably scream at me. So I'm now persuading my sis to buy it for me as my birthday present! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had dinner at Vista Point and I had the Tori Katsu Don. There was such a crowd and the kids were starting to get cranky. Naqib also managed to throw up his dinner which was a signal for us to get home. Its been a long day. That night, we cut cake for MIL for her mother's day celebration. That is after hubby finally decided to return home from fishing. I'd bought her a cake too when I bought Mom's cake on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I end this post with words of the wise Ustazah, ".. if u buy ur mom a lapis cake, make sure you buy MIL the same cake. Both should be equally important to you and there should be no discrimination.." Haha... welcome back to work everyone!&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/20606527-114766042755281994?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114766042755281994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114766042755281994&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114766042755281994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114766042755281994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/05/mummy-its-over.html' title='Mummy... It&apos;s over...!!'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114736147538270355</id><published>2006-05-11T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T12:58:08.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeay! It's here..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yippeeeee!! Hooray!! (claps and jumps up and down).. The long weekend's here again! Its gonna be 3 whole days at home.. i loike! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's also mother's day. We'll be having a celebration tomorrow at nenek's house. Besides that, I've no idea what I will do over the next 3 days. Maybe, I'll just use the 3 days to do housework until I go mad. Or, I'll just blog and surf all 3 days long. Otherwise, I can also enjoy my SIMS 2 for a whole 3 days! Goodness.. it's gonna be 3 whole days of great fun.. aargh... i loike!!! Happy Mum's Day to all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114736147538270355?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114736147538270355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114736147538270355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114736147538270355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114736147538270355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/05/yeay-its-here.html' title='Yeay! It&apos;s here..!!'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114701272899868749</id><published>2006-05-07T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:39:04.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems that there's a pattern in the frequency of my blog entries. I only blog during weekends or public holidays. I'm not too busy at work, I'm not too busy at home either. However, the journey to and from work tires me. It is a long journey, one that I'm starting to dread each day. You can do a lot of things in 1hr 15mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, back to the point. I did a lot of things today. Went to the market, bought breakfast for the family. I cooked porridge, sambal ikan bilis and kacang, vege in oyster sauce... I was happy with my self. Encouraged, I went on to wash the clothes and mop the kitchen. However, I was careless of the wet and slippery floor. I slipped and fell. Hurt my bum.. and mostly my pride. Cos mom-in-law was around and she heard all the commotion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hubby was on night shift the previous night. Thus he was asleep when it all happened. When he woke up, I told him about my fall. I also told him that in the commotion, I grabbed the shower screen and now its not working as it should. It no longer slides open and close.. in fact it can no longer move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He didn't say anything. Just asked me how it happened. But where were his words of concern? He did not ask me if I was hurt.. he did not see that I was near to tears and needed TLC. In fact, soon after, he went to check on the shower screen. I told him to. And together, we managed to solve the problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I was still waiting.. And while waiting, I managed to watch tv, have dinner, vacuumed and mopped the whole house. And still it never came. Now he's gone to work, I'm going to bed soon after.. why am I still waiting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114701272899868749?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114701272899868749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114701272899868749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114701272899868749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114701272899868749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/05/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about...'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114655012043326823</id><published>2006-05-02T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:05:40.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend came and gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The long weekend came and went in a flash... That always seems to be the case. So today, we're back at work.. doing mundane things like filing and typing letters and emails. Haiyz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Friday at 5.30pm, while counting down the hours to the long weekend, we had a mini bday celebration for our colleague, who is also my good friend. One of my other colleague had bought the cake. Whilst the rest gathered in the conference room, I switched off the lights and ta-daa... the cake was brought out. The bday gal was all smiles as we all sang her the bday song. Happy Birthday Angeline...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/Cam%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/200/Cam%20037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Saturday, as promised, I brought my sister's kids to Snow City. It was freezing.. but other than that, we had fun! Despite slipping and falling down a couple of times, both Naqib and Raziq had so much fun that they refused to leave after our 1-hr session was up. They were too busy throwing snow at Nenek, Mama and Mami... Yup.. that's right! We became their target and had to grin and bear their feeble attempts at aiming the snowball at us. However, it was worth suffering. You would think so too if you heard their giggles and laughter that even now, brings a smile to my face. After that, we went to Jurong Point for dinner at Banquet. Following that, headed back to Mom's place to wait for hubby's return from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/Cam%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/200/Cam%20059.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday was a lazy day for me.. spent the whole day at home. The first part of the day was spent with my Sims 2... glad to say that my Sims has just got promoted and is busy getting herself a new partner! Haha.. you wouldn't understand if you're not a Sims player... After that, I switched on the Net. I was so busy surfing, I almost forgot to cook for hubby who was due home in a few hours time. Luckily I made it just an hr before he was due. Otherwise, I would have expected a earful from him.. heheh..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday... we went to JB in the afternoon to top up petrol and get hubby's long overdue haircut. Following that was lunch at our neighbourhood shopping centre. Went home to rest and change before going out again to meet my bestest girlfriends for dinenr at town. Over the coffee cum update session, we chatted on and on till it was time to leave. Jillian, by the time we meet up next, you may already be a married woman! Welcome to the club! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So that's it.. my long weekend which came and is now gone.. can't wait for the next one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114655012043326823?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114655012043326823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114655012043326823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114655012043326823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114655012043326823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekend-came-and-gone.html' title='The weekend came and gone...'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114640752588602977</id><published>2006-04-30T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:11:31.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Take That Away By Mariah Carey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can say, Anything they want to say,&lt;br /&gt;Try to bring me down, But I will not allow anyone&lt;br /&gt;To succeed hanging clouds over me,&lt;br /&gt;And they can try hard to make me feel that I,&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter at all, But I refuse to falter in&lt;br /&gt;What I believe or Loose faith in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's, there's a light in me,&lt;br /&gt;That shines brightly, They can try,&lt;br /&gt;But they can't take that away from me&lt;br /&gt;From me, No no nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh they, They can do anything they want to you,&lt;br /&gt;If you let them in, But they won't ever win,&lt;br /&gt;If you cling to your pride and just push them aside,&lt;br /&gt;See I, I have learned, There's an inner peace I own,&lt;br /&gt;Something in my soul that&lt;br /&gt;They can not possess, So I won't be afraid and&lt;br /&gt;The darkness will fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's, There's light in me,&lt;br /&gt;That shines brightly, yes&lt;br /&gt;They can try,&lt;br /&gt;But they can't take&lt;br /&gt;That away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No oh oh,&lt;br /&gt;They can't take this Precious love I'll always&lt;br /&gt;Have inside me, Certainly the Lord will&lt;br /&gt;Guide me where I need to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, woah&lt;br /&gt;They can say, Anything they want to say,&lt;br /&gt;Try to bring me down, But I won't face the ground,&lt;br /&gt;I will rise steadily sailing, Out of their reach,&lt;br /&gt;Although they do try, hard to make me feel that I,&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter at all, But I refuse to fall,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what I believe or&lt;br /&gt;Loose faith in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's a light in me,&lt;br /&gt;That shines brightly, yes,&lt;br /&gt;They can try but they can't&lt;br /&gt;Take that away from Me&lt;br /&gt;From me, No no no, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114640752588602977?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114629331480095958</id><published>2006-04-29T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T21:01:38.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many many things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/Pic%20014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/200/Pic%20014.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/Pic%20009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/200/Pic%20009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Helo.. haven't been here for a while. Been busy with bumminess and laziness... Today however, I've got a list! And nothings gonna stop me from blogging my heart out..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;First on my list of things to blog is our family trip to the "Wild Wild Wet" last weekend. There was me, hubby, nadia (my sis), mom and the kids (naqib and raziq). These kids have been bugging me for the longest time - "Bila mummy nak ikut kita pegi WWW? Mummy nie asyik work work work!" heheh.. So you see.. I just had to bring them there. So what did I do? I booked the company's ASA card for that weekend. This card entitles us to 3 free entries. There were so happy and it makes me happy to see the smiles on their faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My youngest brother eventually joined us.. He's an independent traveller now.. no longer needs to depend on mom and sis to give him a lift. That's simply bcos he has just passed his Class 2B license and is not the proud owner of his own bike. I must say.. I'm proud of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before I forget, I'd like to say HI!! to Ayu. Found out recently that she has been visiting my site. She is a regular blogger too and if u guys are wondering, we used to be clasmates for all 4 years in secondary school. She came to all my tunang, nikah and wedding.. and she was also there to give me support when my father passed away. Now she is awaiting the delivery of her own child, whom she is refusing to tell at the moment if its a boy or girl, but I wish her the very best all the same. Happy for you Ayu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114629331480095958?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114629331480095958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114629331480095958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114629331480095958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114629331480095958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/04/many-many-things.html' title='Many many things...'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114561572801902342</id><published>2006-04-21T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:30:04.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna learn too...!</title><content type='html'>I am currently attending a 3 day course by NTUC to learn Adobe Photoshop. I find that it is getting more and more crucial that I start learning. It can be such a useful tool to use at work, as well as for personal use. I hope to be able to attend the Advanced class sometime this year too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the main reason I want to attend this course is because I'm so envious of other bloggers who have knowledge in Photoshop. Their talent enables them to come up with such interesting designs. I'm hoping to be as talented as them in time to come. But of course, this will only happen with constant practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah.. I'll be practicing. Costantly. Will post my progress on my blog too so that y'all can see whether or not I'm progressing. Feel free to drop me any ocmments k...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. Hubby, pls pls pls be a willing volunteer for my pictures ok. And sis, lemme ur sons to model sometimes k! I won't do anything naughty.. I promise! Heheh... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114561572801902342?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114561572801902342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114561572801902342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114561572801902342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114561572801902342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-wanna-learn-too.html' title='I wanna learn too...!'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114542919839096069</id><published>2006-04-19T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T14:46:38.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Management Lesson</title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;A funny email I'd like to share with everyone...&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Johnny wanted to screw a girl in his office.....but she belonged to someone else...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; One day Johnny got so frustrated that he went up to her and said I'll give you a $100 if you let me screw you....but the girl said NO. Johnny said I'll be fast, I'll throw the money on the floor, you bend down, and I'll be finished by the time you pick it up. She thought for a moment and said that she would have to consult her boyfriend.....so she called her boyfriend and told him the story. Her boyfriend says ask him for $200, pick up the money very fast, he won't even be able to get his pants down.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; So she agrees and accepts the proposal. Half an hour goes by and the boyfriend is waiting for his girlfriend to call. Finally after 45 mins the boyfriend calls and asks what happened...... &lt;br&gt; She said &amp;quot; He used coins&amp;quot;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Management lesson: Always consider a business proposal in it's entirety before agreeing to it and getting screwed!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=3 color=blue&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114542919839096069?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114542919839096069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114542919839096069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114542919839096069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114542919839096069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/04/management-lesson.html' title='Management Lesson'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114542867360870767</id><published>2006-04-19T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T14:37:53.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We got back from Samui and Hatyai on Monday morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will be downloading the pics soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watch this space...&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/20606527-114542867360870767?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114542867360870767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114542867360870767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114542867360870767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114542867360870767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-back-again.html' title='I&apos;m back again!'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114467975178662782</id><published>2006-04-10T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:35:52.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As good as it gets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last weekend wasn't so bad after all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday was spent mostly at home. Waited ard for our new wrought iron gate, something which I've been wanting since we first got the flat abt a year ago. So happy when it finally got fixed.. silly me couldn't stop admiring my new gates from afar. Heeheee...! Besides that, I lazed around and watched tv, played my Sims 2 on hubby's PS2 for about 4 hrs (was it really for 4 hrs, it felt like just abt an hour or so.. ;p) and went to Vista Point, my neighbourhood shopping centre for some daily necessities. We also picked up the laundry (our touring pants and jacket) and developed some photos for Alex, our friend from Hatyai, Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then on Sunday.. it was busy, busy, busy! Hubby came home from night shift abt 8am with breakfast for me! How sweet is that! But that wasn't how i felt at first when he bugged me till I woke up... sleepy and grumpy. He went quickly to sleep after that, leaving me unable to go back to bed. so what did I do..? I went through my recipes and started cooking! Hubby has been asking me to cook his soup thingy with those black fungus and dried beancurd slices... so I did. Teamed up the meal with fried chicken (his all time fav) and steamed cockles (special request from my mom-in-law).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Later, mom came over as her eldest sis is coming over to my humble abode for the very first time. Mom came bearing ingredients to cook mee goreng. And grandma also came bringing fried kway teow and lontong. Besides that, there were the brownies which I made on Sat, and the cheesecake i bought on Friday. You can imagine that there were lotsa of food! Mak Long came with Idah and Ana (her daughters, my cousins) and Alya and Alyssa, Idah's daughters. With Naqib and Raziq (my sis's kids), u can imagine the din that was coming from my house. It was great company!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When it was time for them to go, I packed off most of the food for mom and mee goreng for mak long. So glad when I finally saw my stove empty of the various pots and pans. And by the end of the day, I was just so tired and ready to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114467975178662782?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114467975178662782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114467975178662782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114467975178662782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114467975178662782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/04/as-good-as-it-gets.html' title='As good as it gets'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114430146534924238</id><published>2006-04-06T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:33:22.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caught a movie last night at the new Picturehouse at The Cathay. The place has just been re-opened and so far, it looked great. I love the lifts up to the cinema, and the cinema itself still smelt so new. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've always loved those type of movies - Lord of the Rings, King Arthur, TROY!.. i loike! So when 'Tristan &amp;amp; Isolde' started showing, i knew i'm not gonna give it a miss! The movie's a love story between both of them from two opposing country, the Briton and Irish. Someway, somehow, they fell in love. However they were separated when Isolde had to marry Tristan's king! I hated the betrayal that comes after that, and the ending's not a happy ending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haven't been updating these few days. Been busy nursing my pride after my application for sponsorship to continue my studies were rejected. I had been raring to go, and had been telling everyone that we're postponing the baby till after my studies. So now, I'm lost. Should we start to try have babies, or do I try to apply again for my sposorship next year? We're still in a dilemma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neway... saw in the papers that many musicals are coming to town. In our sec school days, we've already caught Les Miserable and Phantom of the Opera. I loved it, but never caught another musical until lately. My colleague got a pair of tix to RENT and we caught it. It made me fall in love all over again with the experience. The powerful emotions just get to me, and combined with the song and cast's performance, I can't help wanting to catch another show! Hubby has made it clear he's not interested.. too arty farty for him. And I dunno if I'd bear to spend so much on a 2/3 hour show.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're riding up again to Koh Samui on the 11th with a few other friends. It's gonna be a loooong ride. But I missed the island and the small Italian cafe which we used to frequent for their fantastic pizza. I'm also dying for a good massage.. they do it so good there! This time, it'll be the peak season due to the full moon party that is supposed to take place around the same time. And after that, its to Hatyai for another 2 days. This visit will be in time for their Songkran or water festival. It'll be fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It'll be my late father's birthday this Sunday, 9th April. Its the first birthday since he's been gone. I just hope my mother will be ok. She doesn't say much and keeps it all inside. But I know that she still cries late at night. My plan is to invite some mom, sis and some of my aunts to my house this weekend. Hopefully it'll entertain her and keep her busy. Dunno if it's such a good idea though. One thing for sure, I'll be busy in the kitchen all day long! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114430146534924238?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114430146534924238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114430146534924238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114430146534924238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114430146534924238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/04/caught-movie-last-night-at-new.html' title=''/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114378284690776784</id><published>2006-03-31T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T13:27:26.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleary week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My hopes are dashed, and I feel lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What should I do, where would I go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My plans have been ruined...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114378284690776784?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114378284690776784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114378284690776784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114378284690776784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114378284690776784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/03/bleary-week.html' title='Bleary week.'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114353196590429389</id><published>2006-03-28T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T15:46:05.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy, am I glad to be back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The ride was endless... sleepy, dusty, we only managed to reach home at abt 2am Monday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know why the ride this time round seemed never-ending. My bum still hurts from seating so long on the bike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The stay at Hatyai was enjoyable though. We shopped and dined... we even visited our fav hangout called the West Side - popular for its live band. We were pleasantly surprised that they recognized us from our last visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neverthelessly, I'm still glad to be back. We'll be preparing for our next trip to Ko Samui come 11th April!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114353196590429389?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114353196590429389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114353196590429389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114353196590429389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114353196590429389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114310313745167006</id><published>2006-03-23T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:38:57.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its confirmed! we're leaving tonight for Hatyai, a 8 to 9hr ride from Singapore.  I'm so stressed! I've not packed, the jackets are still in the cupboard - yet to be aired, and i still haven't got my riding boots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its gonna be a long ride, but I'm starting to look forward to it. Just worried if I'll be able to do everything before our trip at 9pm tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm trying my best to remember all the Thai words I've learnt on our previous trip. So sawardee-ka (for woman, for man its sawardee-kap) peeps.. I'll be back on Monday to update you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114310313745167006?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114310313745167006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114310313745167006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114310313745167006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114310313745167006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/03/leaving-today.html' title='Leaving today...'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114301784668395977</id><published>2006-03-22T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T16:57:26.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok.. you all may not know this abt me yet. My husband is a bike lover. He's been in love with two-wheelers since he was young and we got our first bike long, long ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's been a mat motor since what seems like forever and he's been through all the stages :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bike 1 - TZR 125 (also his NS days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-  new 'L'earner (just after he got his riding license)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- pizza delivery guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bike 2 - TZR 250 &amp; Vespa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- despatch rider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- budak moto stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- mat 'racer' (god - i hated this, worried abt him every night that he's out with frenz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Super 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- abang-abang stage (starting to take it easy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;African Twin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- tourer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- relak one corner stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So many memories of our early days involved two-wheelers. I still rememer the days when I was in poly when he would come to fetch me from class. The day we sold off our first bike, both of us shed tears (well, he still claims that he only 'Nearly' shed tears). I also remember that day when he was involved in a terrible accident and was't able to ride for a few months.. Those were the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With his African Twin, I'm glad that his racing days are over. He no longer feels the need for spped (at least I hope not!). But his new interest now is riding long distances. We've already been to Hatyai and Koh Samui for our honeymoon and he often talks of wanting to go further. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll be riding to Koh Samui again in April. We love that place! Memories of the island keeps on haunting us, and I can't wait to be back. To me, its not abt the partying or the swimming/diving. But its the sea.. the endless blue sky, the white sandy beach, the constant holiday atmosphere... So, i can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're also going to Hatyai again tomorrow night. Its just a short trip to get ourselves a new seat. They do it real good there. Cheap and good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frankly, I'm torn. After our last accident (during the journey back to Koh Samui last Jul), I can't help feeling a bit apprehensive. I'd love to go, but something's bugging me.  Haiyz.. is it just me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow's trip is really important to me. I'd like to get myself over the hurdle. I hate this nagging feeling, and i dun wanna feel stressed everytime i climb on board. I want to feel as free as i used to feel. I need to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114301784668395977?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114301784668395977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114301784668395977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114301784668395977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114301784668395977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/03/riding-trip.html' title='Riding Trip'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114249577585101099</id><published>2006-03-16T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T15:56:15.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great company.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/Picture%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/200/Picture%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are the girls I met last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From strangers we became class mates, project mates great company and eventually the bestest of  friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They're now a part of me and I thank them for being there for me, always when I needed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love you gals!&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/20606527-114249577585101099?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114249577585101099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114249577585101099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114249577585101099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114249577585101099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/03/great-company.html' title='Great company.'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114241156931665002</id><published>2006-03-15T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:32:49.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt like Superwoman yesterday. Reached home around 7.30pm. The kitchen was in a mess! Plates piled up high, oily stove and floor, a mountain of dirty laundry.. the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since Ema (my maid) left 2 weeks ago.. I'm still trying to adapt. Serves me right for taking the maid's services for granted. I never had to worry about housework. It used to be so easy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Upon reaching home, I first cleared the kitchen sink. Next was to wash the laundry and heat up the remainig food for dinner. After that came the oily stove, cooking rice and moping of the kitchen floor. while waiting for the kitchen floor to dry, I even managed to vacuum the whole house! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Felt so pleased with myself for being able to do so much. Was about to turn on the TV when I saw the piles of clothes to be ironed... I cringed ... lets just leave it for the weekend... hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lately, work has become a bore. Doing the same thing over the years.. I think it's starting to get to me. Hopefully things will get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meeting the girls for dinner today. So long since we last met.. has it been 6 mths? If I'm not wrong, the last time we met was during my dad's funeral. Really looking forward to meet them.. they've always managed to cheer me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling a bit down lately. Thought of my late father keep coming back to me. It creeps up when I least expect it. I've yet to visit his grave. I don't know if I really don't have time.. or if it's just me. I've always been a coward. It suddenly feels like I'm avoiding reality.. avoiding the fact that he's gone forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haiyz.. u see how much I need to go out? Just have fun with no thought of what tomorrow might bring.. I'm sick of this heavy feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But again.. maybe its just me and my imagination. It will pass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114241156931665002?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114241156931665002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114241156931665002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114241156931665002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114241156931665002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/03/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114240372606752457</id><published>2006-03-15T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:23:17.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/Pics%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok.. just downloaded photos from my camera.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/200/Pics%20009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ernawati and Partner - Selamat Pengantin Baru!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/200/Pics%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fifi and Didi - Selamat Bertunang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/200/Pics%20053.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photos from Raziq's birthday at Pasir Ris Costa Sands - Naqib, Raziq, Alya and Alyssa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/Pics%20053.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114240372606752457?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114240372606752457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114240372606752457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114240372606752457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114240372606752457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/03/photo-updates.html' title='Photo Updates'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114232422875665813</id><published>2006-03-14T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T16:19:27.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy but sleepy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodness gracious me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The last few days have been exhausting. I've been sleeping late and have not had the time to do any housework at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday, we went to the IT Fair at Suntec City with hubby, mak, my sis and her kids. The crowd was overwhelming! I had the strongest urge to turn back and go home. But, we had a mission and I refuse to give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we endured, at least me and hubby did. Mak and the rest decided to go shop around. After being pushed and shoved around countless of times, we made our purchase. Luckily we had done our research at home. The purchase was made quickly. But the queue.. masya-allah! Nasib baiklah, aku penyabar orangnya.. Hahaha! Nak tak nak, still have to wait. I'm so happy with my purchase.. my new notebook and printer will be my best friend for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the day was still not over. We had a quick dinner after that and shopped around at Carrefour. When I finally reched home, it was close to 12mn. I still had to wait up for hubby to come home. He's gone to Mak's place to help them install the new DVD player they just bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I expected to go home early on Monday. Was all ready to rush home after work. Hubby was also on course nearby, so I had free transport home. Tetapi malangnya, hubby had other plans for us :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First stop was to Upp Boon Keng. Mum-in-law used to stay there before she moved in with us. So before the flat is being returned to HDB, there were some things to be dismantled. After that, it was to Paya Lebar where hubby and anothar friend proceeded to 'repair motor'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was 12mn when we finally reached home. By then, I was having gastrics and nearly could not walk up to the flat. I think the look on my face must have scared hubby a bit, cos he quickly fixed me a cheese sandwich. Hee.. malu pulak aku. Patut aku yang siap kan dier makan, ni the other way round pulak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ngantuk-ngantuk pun, we still took out the notebook.. nak try katakan.. Tapi kecundang juga aku. Ada problem dgn notebook and all we got was a blank screen! Haiyz.. malangnyer nasib ku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After several calls and a trip down to Funan Centre, the notebook is finally up and running.. Hurray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114232422875665813?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114232422875665813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114232422875665813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114232422875665813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114232422875665813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-but-sleepy.html' title='Happy but sleepy...'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114221421350447687</id><published>2006-03-13T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T09:43:33.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Laptop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah.. yeah .. yeah...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally got my new laptop from the IT Fair yesterday. My feet hurts and I'm still sleepy cos I can't sleep last night (due to the excitement maybe..), but it's all definitely worth it! I can't stop smiling to myself and I feel like jumping up and down like a kid.. hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My blue Toshiba M100.. I can't wait to meet you tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahah.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114221421350447687?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114221421350447687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114221421350447687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114221421350447687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114221421350447687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-laptop.html' title='New Laptop'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114162312086539165</id><published>2006-03-06T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T13:32:00.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The weekend's over again... and I'm bugged by the Monday blues..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neway, we went to Fifi's engagement and Erna's wedding on 26th Feb. Congrats to both.. may you be happy with your chosen ones. We later went to Costa Sands to stay the night with my family. However, d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;idn't manage to do much for Dear's birthday. My sister's mother in law passed away on the following Monday.. so I had to help her look after the kids. But we did go to Ikea on Tuesday to buy some shelves and stuff to makeover our room. After that it was back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, I got a sudden urge to bake some brownies! But I cheated and took the easy way out. Bought the pre-mix from Shop n Save, mixed it with eggs, water and oil.. and voila! I even had time to vacuum the house while it was baking in the oven. Hee hee...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lately, the news and papers were filled with the story about Nonoi, the 2-yr old girl who was murdered by her step-father. I share the family's grief and give them my condolences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114162312086539165?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114162312086539165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114162312086539165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114162312086539165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114162312086539165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekends-over-again.html' title=''/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-114074579485490471</id><published>2006-02-24T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T09:58:40.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends in February</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weekends are great! Every week, I wait eagerly for the weekends to come. Two days without work.. two days of peace without constant ringing of the phone.. and two whole days of either TV watching, playing with Naqib and Raziq (my sis' s kids, and 2 of the greatest kids in the world), or having a quiet time with Hubby... I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I'd like to tell you what I did for the last few weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On 30th Jan (well its not really a weekend, but being the CNY PH, it kinda felt like a weekend), we went to Dawn's house for the Chinese New Year. After the Lo-Hei and some chit chat, we left. Hubby and I decided to go to East Coast to 'jalan-jalan' and watch the attraction at the newly opened 'Surfing Place'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/200/Pics%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the 3rd to 5th, some of the biker guys got to gether to organise a get-together at Pasir Ris's Costa Sands. It was also kinda a small party for those born in the month of Feb, which of course also included dear Hubby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/200/Pics%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the 5th, we also had a small 'kenduri' at home for our late aunt who had just passed away. Mom came together with my younger brother and sister. And the kids...! they came dressed in their traditional baju kurungs.. so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/200/Pics%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's my brother with Raziq. My sister's youngest son turned two on the 21st Feb 06. Here's a photo of Raziq and hubby cutting their bday cake together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/200/Pics%20126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The other weekends were spent going to JB with hubby and his friend Omar on the 11th. We also went to Lolo's (hubby's cousin) bday at their Marsiling home. Last Sat (18th Feb) was spent at home. On 19th we also had that kenduri marking 100 days since dad left us. It was a sombre day, but we also caught up with some of our aunts and cousins who came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This weekend will be Hubby's birthday. Dunno what we'll be doing on Sat. But most probably I'll be going to the market to cook him a nice meal. Then on Sunday, there's the birthday party for Raziq at the chalet, as well as Erna's wedding and Fifi's engagement to attend. I'm also on leave on Mon and Tues! I think only then will we be having our own celebration for hubby. Updates coming up next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well... here's wishing him many happy returns. I love you hubby, and I will shower you with all the love I can give for all of your coming years. Hee..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-114074579485490471?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/114074579485490471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=114074579485490471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114074579485490471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/114074579485490471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekends-in-february.html' title='Weekends in February'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-113929756155938663</id><published>2006-02-07T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T09:13:35.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just can't wait to get my own laptop. It's been so long since I wanted one, and finally, my dream is coming true. For now, I keep having to depend on my office PC to check emails, update blogs and etc. We had a PC at home previously, but it belonged to my sis-in-law, and she took it with her when she moved away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so boring on weekends when u have the time to surf on the Net but dun have the necessary equipment to do it... so heehee.. I'm really hoping I can buy one this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-113929756155938663?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/113929756155938663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=113929756155938663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/113929756155938663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/113929756155938663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-just-cant-wait-to-get-my-own-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-113920379934580256</id><published>2006-02-06T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T13:51:48.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/1600/Misc1%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4754/2072/320/Misc1%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi. It's difficult isn't it. For weeks I've been contemplating of things I want to say.. to make this blog as interesting as others which I've read. But, well, its still a blank page. So how do I begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to have this blog to record our lives us husband and wife (that's us in the picture). We've registered our marriage in Dec 2004. It happened on a very important day.. Boxing Day, also the day on which thousands of life were destroyed by the Tsunami. But alas.. we remained ignorant of that and found out only on the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our wedding happened in June 2005. It was a memorable affair.. with him splitting his pants while on his knees to pose for a picture. We went to Koh Samui for our honeymoon. The days and nights were fun.. lazing by the beach, having long massages and lunch at friendly cafes by the beach. But our fun times were abrubtly halted by an accident on our way home which resulted in fractured ankles for myself and more fractures and dislocation for him on his left arm. After that it was a process of hospital appointments and long stays at his uncle's palce in Klang for our treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My wedding day was also the last time my dad had his picture taken. Shortly after we resumed work after the accident, my dad's diabetic conditions got worst. He left us on 12th Nov 2005. It was a day I'll never forget, despite feeling as though I was in a trance the whole day. The sounds of my mother's cries, the stricken faces of my siblings and the constant questions from my nephew will remain etched in my memory forever. But it's over now, and it's important for us to go on, to help my family be strong again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So 2005 holds a lot of memories for me. Both good and bad. It gave me a life partner, but at the same time, I also lost my dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So there.. I've managed to complete my 1st post. It wasn't so bad. It seems a bit overloaded with so many things in one entry, but I'll do better next time. &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/20606527-113920379934580256?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/113920379934580256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=113920379934580256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/113920379934580256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/113920379934580256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/02/memories-of-2005.html' title='Memories of 2005'/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20606527.post-113652785941180360</id><published>2006-01-06T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:10:59.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;WOW! I have a blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still experimenting... Will be back to update shortly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20606527-113652785941180360?l=zarina1311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/feeds/113652785941180360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20606527&amp;postID=113652785941180360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/113652785941180360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20606527/posts/default/113652785941180360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zarina1311.blogspot.com/2006/01/wow-i-have-blog-still-experimenting.html' title=''/><author><name>zarina_11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17613323588921722308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlLqjy8Nhl4/SyN41pFmbpI/AAAAAAAAABU/zrs5_h7jRe8/S220/DSC00249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
