tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76460338823015338882024-09-17T01:42:12.629+08:00INSIDE MY MINDdrNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.comBlogger188125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-64448209638933981032011-05-04T19:48:00.003+08:002011-05-04T20:45:20.842+08:00Daddy's Closet<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBIWXgHXCMDwaaO3TIP5DdgATr69WnbEytQOHY4kwiqChj8L2BxfLJdNhpUONvGM5gnypkuhoyCZlQzg8xNp5hHq9Tr-ioNhPhK_erwpzvGOWEay0WNIReelFhFTlGGf4pPGIej_nEnOk/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZHJhd2VyY2hlc3QuanBn%253F%253D-743533"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBIWXgHXCMDwaaO3TIP5DdgATr69WnbEytQOHY4kwiqChj8L2BxfLJdNhpUONvGM5gnypkuhoyCZlQzg8xNp5hHq9Tr-ioNhPhK_erwpzvGOWEay0WNIReelFhFTlGGf4pPGIej_nEnOk/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZHJhd2VyY2hlc3QuanBn%253F%253D-743533" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602827548053023186" /></a></p>2weeks ago was my other half birthday. As usual we can&#39;t celebrate it together. He was away, as he usually does. <br /> <br /> The kids wanted to get their daddy a birthday present. We discussed and discussed and discussed. They came out with a lot of ideas, ranging from a ball pen, handkerchief, keychains, to a new car. <br /> I tried to encourage them to focus on what does daddy really need. Listen to his grumble &amp; complains. And sticking to our budget (which is not much base on the &#39;job&#39; that I have now ;) ). <br /> <br /> So, we bought him a chest of drawers. :D <br /> He always complain that my stuff crowding his space in our current wardrobe. And how his things get disorganized. <br /> Now, all his small stuff, can go into those drawers. It&#39;s very well organized there, he can easily reach for his things every morning, while he rushes to prepare to go to work. <br /> <br /> But now, he still complaints! He said his things are &#39;lonely&#39; inside that chest, and he still has a lot of space. He wants to share the space with me. Wouldn&#39;t that create the initial chaos? :s <br /> <br /> Anyway AB, we know that you also need a new sunglasses and a wallet. But those are way beyond our budget. The thoughts do counts though. <br /> &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 <br /> <br /> Photo above is from http://www.ikeahackers.net/<br /> Sent via BlackBerry from MaxisdrNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-56607878497473845612011-04-22T23:25:00.000+08:002011-04-22T23:26:57.430+08:00Sleepy..zzzzz...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqvHm5yY5Oqz35Qz5EHENQA4bw-arNcp8j3RY6W6ypImTyNgR6Q_8TqpVxWp9fDemePrT3WRooDb1gs0RaEQU30lCj6Mb-hh3jAGO-oMYX0J_SM2Pyvyg9olnB30rpayzoTO8XJt-ZJAml/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZ2FyZmllbGRfc2xlZXB5LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-717431"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqvHm5yY5Oqz35Qz5EHENQA4bw-arNcp8j3RY6W6ypImTyNgR6Q_8TqpVxWp9fDemePrT3WRooDb1gs0RaEQU30lCj6Mb-hh3jAGO-oMYX0J_SM2Pyvyg9olnB30rpayzoTO8XJt-ZJAml/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZ2FyZmllbGRfc2xlZXB5LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-717431" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598429822385237314" /></a></p>I wanted to write about something, but I am seriously sleepy. So I will keep this short.<p>I&#39;m suppose to finish &#39;spring&#39; cleaning the house. I know, it&#39;s very unlikely of me to get it done. Especially with my &#39;mess-making-machine&#39; aka the littlest muchkins.<br>I planned to make some macaroons and cakes.<br>And prepare the ingredients for tomorrow&#39;s breakfast scones.<p>But, I&#39;m very sleepy now. Might as well &#39;postpone&#39; everything until tomorrow. <p>Before I shift from this blogosphere to my dreamworld, just a note, that last Wednesday, was my wedding 10th anniversary :D<br>XOXO<p>Sent via BlackBerry from MaxisdrNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-15035867393379196342011-04-19T21:41:00.002+08:002011-04-20T09:39:28.877+08:00Friend But Not Friend<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXz_17Fef4a2L19tDDx7-VmnFNccSmK6XlEnUDNA22fWvsAV6HsU513N7dLOz_ySIm5I_X76Od0hyw-yhOkU-pALj4im5QzCpXn-co9X-r7WfYP-1BJqFsrYVEgpNC83r7ddKhuenNOwcf/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FRkIuZ2lm%253F%253D-763210"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXz_17Fef4a2L19tDDx7-VmnFNccSmK6XlEnUDNA22fWvsAV6HsU513N7dLOz_ySIm5I_X76Od0hyw-yhOkU-pALj4im5QzCpXn-co9X-r7WfYP-1BJqFsrYVEgpNC83r7ddKhuenNOwcf/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FRkIuZ2lm%253F%253D-763210" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597289273824654386" /></a></p>This blog must really hate me for abandoning it for years. Anyway I&#39;m always in cyberspace, through Facebook and a few others. <br /> But the thing is, I&#39;m having some issues with my FB friends in my friendlist. Not that they &#39;disturb&#39; or doing any harmful thing towards me. Problem is, some of them are not doing anything. They never comment your status updates. They neither say hi nor being a friend for benefit ie. farmville neighbour :D. They never say any words of encouragement when we need them. Why are they still in my friend list? <br /> The worst is, when they added us as friend, but they block everything from us, photos, can't write on their walls, etc. As if we want to write there everyday. <br /> I should remove them right away. I don&#39;t need lots of &#39;friend&#39;s that are not a friend. But then, here come the guilt. What will they say if I simply remove them? <br /> Argghh..there are surely a lot to think about when you are being nice. <p>drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-46795537760410519032011-04-18T21:33:00.000+08:002011-04-18T21:32:33.144+08:00Hola!!Today, I already have what to blog about. All in my head. But when I walked up to my room (it&#39;s where the desktop is), I made a mistake. I stopped by to watch Cougar Town. And &#39;poof&#39;.. I forgot what I want to talk about.<br>Anyway, it was a fun-to-watch sitcom. So that forgetfulness is forgiveable. :D<br>Have a nice day XOXO<br>Sent via BlackBerry from MaxisdrNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-79058041241500351262011-04-16T14:15:00.001+08:002011-04-16T14:24:17.324+08:00Where is Everybody??<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioUwv2dSqSI7e7zY-s4TkTuBev7RL5FjFz1J7b_IDEgnVNV53pL79YMeSNxoJO_4xrq882CqrYesOqYkngMXNYbRcGysj4fUx4zDLoQXKzPEbBvwCW2bkF36q1tpkL_i-w21FKcFwkDFiq/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FYmxvZ29zcGhlcmUxMTAuZ2lm%253F%253D-787789"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioUwv2dSqSI7e7zY-s4TkTuBev7RL5FjFz1J7b_IDEgnVNV53pL79YMeSNxoJO_4xrq882CqrYesOqYkngMXNYbRcGysj4fUx4zDLoQXKzPEbBvwCW2bkF36q1tpkL_i-w21FKcFwkDFiq/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FYmxvZ29zcGhlcmUxMTAuZ2lm%253F%253D-787789" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596061016341189362" /></a></p>Okay, fine. I&#39;m back. But where is everybody? <p>Where have most of the &#39;hardcore&#39; blogger gone to? Seems like everyone rarely update their blogs. I guess Facebook have taken away the excitement of blogging &amp; blog reading. Anyway, it is much easier to update Facebook rather than blog. Well, I am one of them too :D. I&#39;ve been away for years from blogosphere, hybernating away in the FBsphere :D I rarely or may be never bloghopping all those while. If I ever read any blog, it&#39;s seems like a hassle to leave comment. While in FB, I just click &#39;like&#39; to anything that I like. <br /> But still, here I am. Back at this world. The world that I&#39;ve missed. The world that I can talk my heart out. The world that I can share my thoughts more openly.<br /> And I wouldn&#39;t care less if anyone read it or not. :) :) :)drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-48355886887005796202011-04-16T09:36:00.000+08:002011-04-16T09:35:34.366+08:00TestTesting 1..2...3<br>Sent via BlackBerry from MaxisdrNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-55511647132672126782011-04-15T12:01:00.001+08:002011-04-16T14:15:34.426+08:00Hear ye.. Hear ye...Wow...<br /> <br /> I never thought I would missed blogging this much. <br /> I mean thiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much. (get it?)<br /> <br /> I started to blog since 4years ago (or is it more??) I blogged regularly unless there were things happened that prevented me from blogging. <br /> <br /> One day I decided that i should stop blogging since i have been on and off lately. That doesn't do justice to my followers and also to myself. I said to myself, I will blog again when I think I could give full commitment to this. <br /> <br /> Hell yes, that time would never come as I will surely have one thing or another to be done. Who doesn't?? <br /> <br /> But since I 'closed' my blog, my heart never leave the blogland. It's a kind of la la land where i can express whatever I feel, everything that come accross my mind. Life without my blog, have somehow restrict the part of me who feel like sharing. Without realising it, I have been 'talking' (silently of course) to myself of the happenings around me. And how i missed this la la land of mind. Instead of 'talking' to my own self, i could 'talk' to the world through blogs.<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdp3P3gbOrUKmSN2PSRdbNh3OG3r92CrcRfXJsirz1gnzm1rjXS_vxSXfZiWVurXBpI_Bo1gA9J1vJ9Sdev2EzA76utGZJvePC6q8TmvTUUWEyWjufJwLOHT5gcev6uGbXOivtem74bOp/s1600/baked_blogger.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdp3P3gbOrUKmSN2PSRdbNh3OG3r92CrcRfXJsirz1gnzm1rjXS_vxSXfZiWVurXBpI_Bo1gA9J1vJ9Sdev2EzA76utGZJvePC6q8TmvTUUWEyWjufJwLOHT5gcev6uGbXOivtem74bOp/s320/baked_blogger.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595646602172452946" /></a><br /> And subconciously, here I am, entering this reality cum fantasy land, without me ever planning it.<br /> <br /> How it feels good n welcoming once again.<br /> <br /> Hope I am here to stay. Just bare with me (if u wished to).drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-86247390058429669982010-01-16T02:00:00.000+08:002010-01-16T02:12:15.197+08:00Happy (belated) New Year 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOeI0E6Ut-sE0m_BMuTiuSYhAPf4X0ykzekOKBfuAC7cOoIV-8wmD5h8gM-cyNZ07E0VSb1V_NQY4XWVY4kVu3X9d7qujLxiZ_R-xVp1MhuVcKNAKFULb98lvvfRAO6gIknI0UiCnFRpIw/s1600-h/DSCF2202.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOeI0E6Ut-sE0m_BMuTiuSYhAPf4X0ykzekOKBfuAC7cOoIV-8wmD5h8gM-cyNZ07E0VSb1V_NQY4XWVY4kVu3X9d7qujLxiZ_R-xVp1MhuVcKNAKFULb98lvvfRAO6gIknI0UiCnFRpIw/s320/DSCF2202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427027932673231602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR7m60iQ_Xvfs2UgVN65wS8sKjkm3YZgSqMdDqZQ6EEFc3VgjKKu4BkEvpa3XbMXzQM3KsCN0Y524vn1A1xL6lDVFI6k0F0CEHrLvWz8vAuZQ0Y1qfRkjwqpRXu9zpI6hZoCEPa5g4rkPO/s1600-h/DSCF2157.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR7m60iQ_Xvfs2UgVN65wS8sKjkm3YZgSqMdDqZQ6EEFc3VgjKKu4BkEvpa3XbMXzQM3KsCN0Y524vn1A1xL6lDVFI6k0F0CEHrLvWz8vAuZQ0Y1qfRkjwqpRXu9zpI6hZoCEPa5g4rkPO/s320/DSCF2157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427027921788254178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvscFtJGfquECKE2pj_8wt9WR2FSdu58Z4KEPZxQ1F2K1YFgMpWkR1t5pdpLmmP3V5bcEYEEK8EWZB42v2ooLzkP_jqIZQIzMaGtvBIQkM36QrfTKHHpUWRqc2ATeLGG_wiaxlbBv1fir/s1600-h/DSCF2074.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvscFtJGfquECKE2pj_8wt9WR2FSdu58Z4KEPZxQ1F2K1YFgMpWkR1t5pdpLmmP3V5bcEYEEK8EWZB42v2ooLzkP_jqIZQIzMaGtvBIQkM36QrfTKHHpUWRqc2ATeLGG_wiaxlbBv1fir/s320/DSCF2074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427027915059088322" border="0" /></a><br />And all of a sudden...I'm here....<br /><br />I'm okay..actually, I'm better than okay. I guess I'm a lot better than the last time I blogged. Well hell, I'm much, much better.<br /><br />Enough about my state of mind and physical health.<br /><br />I'm a 'young' mom of three kids, who are trying very hard, everyday, to juggle between chores and kids.<br />All the errands in the world vs the kids.<br />With all the juggling thing that I have to do, I'm starting to fell like a clown. Juggling 5-6balls at a time, while making funny faces to entertain the baby who is always on the move. The kiddos ball never fell, as well as the hubby's (I hope). Chores, work, friends, have to be down lots of times. Sorry.<br />It's all about priority...priority...<br />I've choosen my priority..and I'm living with it happily.<br /><br />My family is always my priority. It's my nest. All of them who are in my nest, will be protected. They will be well feed. They will be assured to get the optimum health. Because they are in my nest. They are what matter most.<br />So, people...do not come near poking fingers or even leave unwanted verbal response to my nest...<br /><br />Whoa...now I sound like a possesive mom. Well, FYI, I've learnt my lesson.<br /><br />I hope I'm here (in the blogging world) this time around, to stay. But no promises made.<br /><br />So, here comes a brand new year (eventhough half month late), with the same ol' me , writting the same ol' blog.<br /><br />Happy New Year.<br />Miss all of u...drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-32078914676426281052009-05-11T04:36:00.005+08:002009-05-11T05:19:06.476+08:00Argghhhhhhh....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjqq2lQED4C7Vf_WRT9H_5ETViqVxOBBcCVuoAt4z7UmBcgWLIK3b8C8bdOHCIwYasBhzNxIZkpggp2xoUtIcsqQXzzaFxb0EYS2Bi13gIPsA0o40SlsAMUstZZQYR5ixPTVOMqisdGbdO/s1600-h/mario.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjqq2lQED4C7Vf_WRT9H_5ETViqVxOBBcCVuoAt4z7UmBcgWLIK3b8C8bdOHCIwYasBhzNxIZkpggp2xoUtIcsqQXzzaFxb0EYS2Bi13gIPsA0o40SlsAMUstZZQYR5ixPTVOMqisdGbdO/s200/mario.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334307826958584450" border="0" /></a><br />I am so lucky to have a hubby like my hubby. Love you darling..<br /><br />He never forgets all the important dates in our life. He remembers them more than me myself. I always get gifts on all those 'dates'. Including for Mother's Day.<br /><br />Well, I got my Mother's Day gift a week earlier, since he's not home on the date.<br /><br />You won't guess what I get (at least I don't think you would guess it correctly).<br />Last week Mr AB was talking about buying me a new handphone. Not that my current handphone is no good, but, it's a man thing (*wink*). They tend to prefer all the latest gadget. So, he went out to get me a phone. And he came home with the present- a Nintendo Wii. hahhhahah... Lucky him, he knows me well enough. A game console matter more in my life than a PDA phone.<br /><br />At the moment, it's 4.30am. I was banging my head to the wall prior to blogging. I feel like munching on the Wii remote, and throw the damn thing to the hardest concrete wall ever. I hate it, I hate it. I hate the st*%#d, f*&amp;#@ing Super Paper Mario. It is so easy, but i could not pass that level. I've been trying the same level for the whole day. ARRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH..... It was so close, and why do I have to be so clumsy. Hate it.<br />Nope...I won't stop. I have to gain my victory!!<br /><br />But, for now, have to get my sleep. Motherly duty awaits for me tomorrow. By tomorrow night...The victory will be mine....BwahahhahahadrNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-5102238742267064452009-05-10T09:30:00.011+08:002009-05-10T11:02:49.056+08:00Phewww...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjze4X2G0VR4_jBi0k-SUW_Lem93Qg2DqrWtCuP9vVc8oL1coYHVz1JV6k2QkyTVKgvWymI66xyVJaKmo6AQNq08V_631KCKOvyx1Xjluo7RwUX9bRH0N-Fsy_Yp2Vlit35ue65cGSzGOIz/s1600-h/smiley.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjze4X2G0VR4_jBi0k-SUW_Lem93Qg2DqrWtCuP9vVc8oL1coYHVz1JV6k2QkyTVKgvWymI66xyVJaKmo6AQNq08V_631KCKOvyx1Xjluo7RwUX9bRH0N-Fsy_Yp2Vlit35ue65cGSzGOIz/s200/smiley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334025356727670754" /></a><br /><br /><br />At last...at looong last...I'm back typing entry in my blog.<br />I was around. I bloghopped, but not as much.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKMq5z7RNAzy8nJfD1qu3Ni29-Z47to25KgvkN9jx1yYZ86xlIDYLfphvVW6_iWgo3o6s1baxdNCasU_1N6E3bwnJ5zlWNVWwBSQuXTed_Z9cZHFLX228QbnEUNrJb5iI3iWuSjbN8B5Ir/s1600-h/DSCF1769.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKMq5z7RNAzy8nJfD1qu3Ni29-Z47to25KgvkN9jx1yYZ86xlIDYLfphvVW6_iWgo3o6s1baxdNCasU_1N6E3bwnJ5zlWNVWwBSQuXTed_Z9cZHFLX228QbnEUNrJb5iI3iWuSjbN8B5Ir/s200/DSCF1769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334015123997604146" border="0" /></a><br />Life has been busy. With the little baby started taking his few steps a month ago, life has been busier. The baby seems too happy with his two feet, and he had been using em to his advantage. venturing to new territories, discovering a whole new world. And so much for the 'mama's disdain, the result of the new adventure were, broken pots, clothes been pull out from the cabinet. plates and containers that were originally nicely kept in the kitchen cabinet, had been 'rearranged' all over the kitchen floor. And we can't leave the sliding door to the balcony open, he will sure makes his way out. Not to mention, the books from the racks, and the bathroom.<br /><br />So many things happened in my life for the past month.<br />Celebrated my 8th wedding anniversary on the 21st April, then the hubby's birthday the next 3 days.<br />There were also the ups and downs, and etc, etc.<br /><br />Let me share something about my anniversary.<br /><br />Mr AB got back from India (or is it Japan??) a week before the day. He had everything plan- a weekend in Cherating, Pahang. Then get back to KL for a romantic dinner in KL Tower.<br />But what really happened were, the resort in Cherating were full, so we headed down to Port Dickson, Negeri Sembilan instead. The Water Chalet was magnificent, with see-through glass on the floor, open shower, a big tub, etc. The kids were excited looking at the water below, eventhough it's a bit murky. And they would yelled when airplanes flew by, everytime they were in the shower.<br />The next day, it rain heavily. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7y8A8D5TJl_gIVGDprP7HJ9R7WfMVuRP1VZpA2phceJC0rdRTQ8YszZkHbVYZ8BBzKKbZbzeE1VejaJBdMj_K9G9xvXjRaNiHnD1JHbVet5A2RKme2xpdQvGNYsSzkX1aK1lp9iPfktzR/s1600-h/DSCF1738.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7y8A8D5TJl_gIVGDprP7HJ9R7WfMVuRP1VZpA2phceJC0rdRTQ8YszZkHbVYZ8BBzKKbZbzeE1VejaJBdMj_K9G9xvXjRaNiHnD1JHbVet5A2RKme2xpdQvGNYsSzkX1aK1lp9iPfktzR/s200/DSCF1738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334017009263775314" border="0" /></a>We can't even get out of the place (we need to walk quite a distance from the water chalet to the carpark). Then the car broke down in the hotel's carpark. Well, it was not broke down in a way, it's the key, it snapped inside the keyhole, and nothing could be done by the local mechanics. (that's a con point for using a digital European car). So, we got back to KL in the hotel's cab. And Mr AB, went back to PD to sort the thing out. And there goes the anniversary night.<br /><br />Anyway, it was great. I have a lovely time, plus the misadventure. Some misadventure won't hurt the day. As long as i don't have to be stranded, camping somewhere where there's no proper toilet, and piping system...pheewww... (Have i ever told u, i never like camping).<br /><br />And on the 24th April, was Mr AB's birthday. He was in India. So, it never was any celebration or anything. Bad, bad me for not planning anything when he got back. But bought him present, and cards.<br /><br />Then there's mother's day, today. Mr AB is in Korea. But he texted me early in the morning wishing 'happy mother's day'.<br /><br />This may look like an ordinary, cheap pen to all of you. But this pen had touched my heart so much.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSbDfIfkz2CLscRi3qP2f7z7tPYAFp7QJM2gOtbvtXB5WHYQWpRKwSvgXKok0bNX6XW_gqhNDApiEJK17uxfrBztoXFqec_b13KIQnp7Fo4hg_u-kdtMF71qQ9hqcKSeckzTSfsQo-V9ow/s1600-h/DSCF1812.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSbDfIfkz2CLscRi3qP2f7z7tPYAFp7QJM2gOtbvtXB5WHYQWpRKwSvgXKok0bNX6XW_gqhNDApiEJK17uxfrBztoXFqec_b13KIQnp7Fo4hg_u-kdtMF71qQ9hqcKSeckzTSfsQo-V9ow/s200/DSCF1812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334011275706333154" border="0" /></a>On Friday, as usual, I picked Umar from school. As he walked towards the car, he shouted, 'Happy Mother's Day' to me. But what makes it so special, he gave me this pen as the gift. The thing that makes it extra, extra special, was that, he had been collecting his pocket money this week to buy me gift. After he gave me the pen, I asked him everything. He planned to collect RM4 this week for my gift. He wanted to buy a more expensive pen, a wrapping paper and glue. But the morning before I sent him to school, I have asked him to leave all the money at home and just bring rm1, because, you never know, he might just lost them. So, he said, he's a bit disappointed not being able to wrap it properly.<br /><br />But,<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Umar, </span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">I don't mind. Your thoughts and you being a great son, is enough for me.<br />You are so precious to me. I love you so much.</span><br /><br />And to all of the mothers out there...Happy Mother's Day...drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-42113113505292003692009-04-03T05:55:00.002+08:002009-04-03T09:13:49.829+08:00I am a good boy. Yes, I am.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIeBeDhKmL5D6mu276IePyQBtB_gecmvFTGmhAH0QlxJUhptXjWoWLhCrc9Y9tS0vBnA2VVeAqiGw8x6et2GNm1828EdkGc95j3kAMjCc0OjzdMp0unQ-ZbOCgegqpuyxBTwkjtXm3Yf4/s1600-h/DSCF1385.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIeBeDhKmL5D6mu276IePyQBtB_gecmvFTGmhAH0QlxJUhptXjWoWLhCrc9Y9tS0vBnA2VVeAqiGw8x6et2GNm1828EdkGc95j3kAMjCc0OjzdMp0unQ-ZbOCgegqpuyxBTwkjtXm3Yf4/s320/DSCF1385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320201517089810018" border="0" /></a>Hi there! Yup, It's me again- Munif Aydin. I'm 8 1/2 months now. More brilliant then ever....<br />Just want to share with you, what i was up to last few days.<br />New day, new adventure. always being that to me.<br />I was on a mission the other day.<br />When kakak (Laiqa) was not looking, I grabbed her Sonia. Sonia is her favourite doll. She sleeps with Sonia, feed her, even bring her for a walk (inside the house) in Sonia's stroller!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">When the opportunity knocked, I grabbed Sonia and brought it to the bedroom.<br />I attacked the hands first, because that's the smallest part.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKJ7uavBG92Us_hQ1PmO7dS0CUR5wVS7G0fEMvG52QpjLwqr7fl3FeXodMQYM5fEkkNX1h8yChXm1DBX-TNb8EYWWGgvhH6WpsCzPtURERUzGBltxV7ymLWxDwuqtSZKGbs_xEJ88l8ZC/s1600-h/DSCF1342.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKJ7uavBG92Us_hQ1PmO7dS0CUR5wVS7G0fEMvG52QpjLwqr7fl3FeXodMQYM5fEkkNX1h8yChXm1DBX-TNb8EYWWGgvhH6WpsCzPtURERUzGBltxV7ymLWxDwuqtSZKGbs_xEJ88l8ZC/s320/DSCF1342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320201521475835586" border="0" /></a><br />I chewed her hands, one after another. I wished I have teeth, but chewing would do for now.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XQ2KHguYESRcakH6DKRgjBNk8pjH6wBCCkOdPoJRrS95C7bSqe0s_Dk9KwvdZ9WId96K-35Ol5hMxuLyFmEQjCu4tuBmRFVmyBrDjePy7An5mAxhKoDBQcvqnpXLVUlcEAV7ahyphenhyphenFqM-1/s1600-h/DSCF1349.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XQ2KHguYESRcakH6DKRgjBNk8pjH6wBCCkOdPoJRrS95C7bSqe0s_Dk9KwvdZ9WId96K-35Ol5hMxuLyFmEQjCu4tuBmRFVmyBrDjePy7An5mAxhKoDBQcvqnpXLVUlcEAV7ahyphenhyphenFqM-1/s320/DSCF1349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320201522841197938" border="0" /></a><br />Next, I bit the head. It's hard. Not much damage though.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-ExSmhALAdvocDw8Dt2tb1mAlvema-IfOzHwrkA83cOKUHG_RrZ7upUoKGfxrNNur75NmGbpxO_6nQb0gLfDrsUIpZUjXgyW1qf3Tu_iJzDWYBtkaYMhv79MzpEUWXwHvAMeSMRq9DMZ/s1600-h/DSCF1350.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-ExSmhALAdvocDw8Dt2tb1mAlvema-IfOzHwrkA83cOKUHG_RrZ7upUoKGfxrNNur75NmGbpxO_6nQb0gLfDrsUIpZUjXgyW1qf3Tu_iJzDWYBtkaYMhv79MzpEUWXwHvAMeSMRq9DMZ/s320/DSCF1350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320201755465513138" border="0" /></a><br />Then, I pulled her clothes. Tried to tear it apart, but I guess I'm not that strong (yet!).<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirx8cFm-dYCKrh0c2y1hxQb2GRe0f6CTfOq0RcPMvsvheYOwi9xY8d4PBAO6Yiy4bWeVRfZZ-QmdGpB-VatuVTUZ0trk9-4LWBTi9bxmf4LcSB8De3qDzdfMkjln-TZNF6427EQ-aUxAWc/s1600-h/DSCF1347.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirx8cFm-dYCKrh0c2y1hxQb2GRe0f6CTfOq0RcPMvsvheYOwi9xY8d4PBAO6Yiy4bWeVRfZZ-QmdGpB-VatuVTUZ0trk9-4LWBTi9bxmf4LcSB8De3qDzdfMkjln-TZNF6427EQ-aUxAWc/s320/DSCF1347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320201530083401634" border="0" /></a><br />You want to know why I did this?<div>This is the reason why....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHE7eb0Ga32AHBhbTWvtD9zvdZ-Fs0LeIFLcBx35epPiOaoME2oMm_tVlKLYi2bJhjf7ePPBZM_RKdiVzm03ECcF8j6BZ2vDg3DqOf0H2tmilXx9ea1ihKsN1vu0FSwf6p1b2HC-5gYyvu/s1600-h/DSCF1599.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHE7eb0Ga32AHBhbTWvtD9zvdZ-Fs0LeIFLcBx35epPiOaoME2oMm_tVlKLYi2bJhjf7ePPBZM_RKdiVzm03ECcF8j6BZ2vDg3DqOf0H2tmilXx9ea1ihKsN1vu0FSwf6p1b2HC-5gYyvu/s200/DSCF1599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320214991557606818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">She tried to dress me like a girl!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinFyxCnbcJAYRBMRlYohBTeLYFXXrxn8XFcjDOZ4hiqofdCIKOtvvAI-5Dwtvw6pJ_g6Sp2zu2JW-97jgxcqzgDpvhT7LfxeoHsx5kLlv2awbWMNqzAX1taTS2AvNqk8oS2tb5YjG7JBkY/s1600-h/DSCF1598.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinFyxCnbcJAYRBMRlYohBTeLYFXXrxn8XFcjDOZ4hiqofdCIKOtvvAI-5Dwtvw6pJ_g6Sp2zu2JW-97jgxcqzgDpvhT7LfxeoHsx5kLlv2awbWMNqzAX1taTS2AvNqk8oS2tb5YjG7JBkY/s200/DSCF1598.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320214988371901378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" border="0" /></a>So next time...think twice before you mess up with me. Mwahhahahhahah<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjirzXmM08L_oJuPMBZmcvjMIGa2MPw561yn7CK9TxFnDZi0JkbW_znayHEYhs6CspqLRD-_j1CNjISlxeMlFchksHaE6gmBp23MaM2naQtIJKUlB7BzA4uIMGbxfY8cAuwSTsxQ77sw3tq/s1600-h/DSCF0758.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjirzXmM08L_oJuPMBZmcvjMIGa2MPw561yn7CK9TxFnDZi0JkbW_znayHEYhs6CspqLRD-_j1CNjISlxeMlFchksHaE6gmBp23MaM2naQtIJKUlB7BzA4uIMGbxfY8cAuwSTsxQ77sw3tq/s320/DSCF0758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320201758999080242" border="0" /></a></div><div><br />Anyway, I like to tease Laiqa, even if there's no reason.<br /><br /></div>drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-56000556772736689822009-03-30T07:59:00.003+08:002009-03-30T09:07:30.635+08:00Another year but none the wiser???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkhDNeTLkFhpRt911Pv_HxQ7FlLPO9Hkn7q_a2g5GPuZma0osEk-D-HRmgZRQaYcStzwN1U1xblOv5dtdaQcbMyFJ9262aX1IKBPbY4HSB3DAnAcjtCzC66hllbf17dM_x6vDezf5UhA2/s1600-h/birthday_cake.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 348px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkhDNeTLkFhpRt911Pv_HxQ7FlLPO9Hkn7q_a2g5GPuZma0osEk-D-HRmgZRQaYcStzwN1U1xblOv5dtdaQcbMyFJ9262aX1IKBPbY4HSB3DAnAcjtCzC66hllbf17dM_x6vDezf5UhA2/s400/birthday_cake.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318781019126293538" /></a><br />That is totally not correct. How come after a year and somebody could be none the wiser??<br />Everyone must be wiser or more knowledgeable one way or another. Wiser about life for instance. More experience, etc.<br /><br />Another year gone by in my life. What have I gain last year? Many. All the bitter and sweet experience that makes life more meaningful. All the bad things that even how hard i tried to forget but couldn't (if only I have selective amnesia), but sure make me more matured. And the good things.<br />What have I to anticipate for another year? Only the goods I hope. Please, please no more heart breaking, heart wrenching things.<br /><br />I wish for a life full of love, full of good friends, full of sweet memories.<br /><br />p.s.- that's the 'nice' wishes.<br />the not so nice wishes- I want a kitchen aid mixer, iphone, macbook, new handbag, new shoes, a car, a house, some cash would do, bla, bla, bla.... <br /><br />p.s.s- Mr. AB, why oh why do u have to be in Germany? Your office always have very bad timing!drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-29055419980496100672009-03-29T08:22:00.000+08:002009-03-29T09:52:04.669+08:00Of catwalk models and Flu bugsI have a dream<br />A song to sing<br />To help me cope<br />With anything....<br /><br /><br />Well...once upon a time, I had this most ridiculous dream.<br />I rather called it a fantasy rather than a dream, because i never think it will ever comes true. I was right about that.<br />I fantasized my self being a model.<br />Yup true...being a catwalk model.<br />HAHAHA...as funny it may sounds<br />It started when I was still in primary school. This fantasy grew up with me. It..well...let's say it ended when I was in college.<br /><br />I imagined myself in expensive, beautiful dresses, with the right accesories, beautiful stilettos, walking down the runway, full of confident.<br />On sleepless night, when i had trouble falling to sleep, that was what I do.<br /><br />That was just too much, for someone who is not that attractive, rarely wears make up, and only wear flat sandals... <br /><br />Anyway, on a second thought, I don't think I could live their life. Mmmmmm...n do they really change clothes in front of peoples backstage???<br /><br />Fantasy of a girl...sometimes can make you gag...<br /><br />---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><br />On other notes, I was hit by the nasty flu bugs. The bugs didn't only hit my respiratory system, but also my eyes! nasty bugs, terrible bugs...<br />I'm much better today.drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-58105347250795557622009-03-26T23:28:00.004+08:002009-03-26T23:55:18.067+08:00Have you lied?Can somebody answer me??<br />Why do people lie?<br /><br />ok..ok..there are thousands or may be millions reasons of why people lie.<br /><br />I am sure everyone did, at some time in their life.<br /><br />Do you think you could get away with your lies?<br />Please think before you do that again.<br />Most of the time, you will get caught. You won't get away if you do bad thing, u will get caught one way or another.<br /><br />Lies hurt people's feelings.<br />Lies make people cry.<br />Lies make whatever effort you made so far seems worthless.<br />Lies make people not to trust you.<br />Lies make people have doubt of your every move.<br /><br />LIES HURT....full stop.<br /><br />Someone, once, have shared with me that- never lie even if the truth hurts.<br /><br /><br />My current state- I am suffering from a nasty flu, with red eyes, and PISSED...drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-27838889910245601432009-03-22T23:46:00.001+08:002009-03-22T23:50:38.767+08:00FOUR she is....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhijviD__FNaQBrpUue9bieu2lP8F__eiON3x9F0_eAgRSsDm_b2jzXMBsExfpaOklFvz2c82BUYWHx_OnN-jR6-DLNbZxsj4DHa0jiQ9XfR5hflk3l63mOi8iHpEDaUXgOUO-P-0YjDv4m/s1600-h/DSCF1101.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhijviD__FNaQBrpUue9bieu2lP8F__eiON3x9F0_eAgRSsDm_b2jzXMBsExfpaOklFvz2c82BUYWHx_OnN-jR6-DLNbZxsj4DHa0jiQ9XfR5hflk3l63mOi8iHpEDaUXgOUO-P-0YjDv4m/s400/DSCF1101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315889106504190658" border="0" /></a>Laiqa Najma is four on the 21st March.<br />I did not do anything special on the day.<br />Mainly because, Mr AB not home. Secondly because little Munif and me are down with flu. Laiqa herself and Umar had just recovered from the flu bug.<br /><br />Anyway, we (me and Umar) sang her happy birthday early in the morning. Mr Ab called to wish his princess a happy birthday.<br />Then she requested me to bake her 'Dora the Explorer' cupcakes. And wanted me to buy her Barbie doll and a milk bottle for Sonia (her baby doll) for her birthday present. I leave the present part to the daddy when he's back from India (what?? another trip to India?? he must be really fascinated with the place or what..).<br /><br />I postponed the Dora cupcakes until Mr AB's back. Anyway, amid my fever and headache, managed to bake her some plain 'red velvet' cupcakes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvhJUgP3Jb5JVRt-iDR-texMBl6B2y-lHLoSwnX4dtFiBnsS7LuiEQjolu-8sdZMVEC8Hc564GCvAZLHaabus2lZaYTHBf6p0lSi4ssVUizmqgKn2VbYxmOgs6UQnBzN6oa1qnmbx5cok-/s1600-h/DSCF1449.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvhJUgP3Jb5JVRt-iDR-texMBl6B2y-lHLoSwnX4dtFiBnsS7LuiEQjolu-8sdZMVEC8Hc564GCvAZLHaabus2lZaYTHBf6p0lSi4ssVUizmqgKn2VbYxmOgs6UQnBzN6oa1qnmbx5cok-/s320/DSCF1449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315885055500626930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSGK0qSGFnoz_O4VNs47IQhNsDrsb4u3bsjgDWPh6qH3m7Aio0kK87byVAZFiH5QRYQbg0ou9c7VnjSRPjW_iM764fh6jU5nm4m5QG-6l2gymE_LH3S6eXCqS8rs0X6x5r9YasV2S-RsUt/s1600-h/DSCF1463.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSGK0qSGFnoz_O4VNs47IQhNsDrsb4u3bsjgDWPh6qH3m7Aio0kK87byVAZFiH5QRYQbg0ou9c7VnjSRPjW_iM764fh6jU5nm4m5QG-6l2gymE_LH3S6eXCqS8rs0X6x5r9YasV2S-RsUt/s320/DSCF1463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315885059329882082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR7vglXheucCZFpnw66k-H_Dve2BlUUoPlHXyOsH-X1nYnPzE6fg8kuvPy-_j3gwmvyYwKA0PtvBtmrfoHO9IxETmKfYW7wRkplHpwhx84dj07OHNXahyphenhyphenG1EMKSXukYY2F2HxU1xVS7cG-/s1600-h/DSCF1461.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR7vglXheucCZFpnw66k-H_Dve2BlUUoPlHXyOsH-X1nYnPzE6fg8kuvPy-_j3gwmvyYwKA0PtvBtmrfoHO9IxETmKfYW7wRkplHpwhx84dj07OHNXahyphenhyphenG1EMKSXukYY2F2HxU1xVS7cG-/s320/DSCF1461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315885055514910850" border="0" /></a>She is four now. But I still think she is such a baby. So much different when Umar was four back then. Umar is more independent, friendly, talkative, etc. He is more mature.<br />Laiqa is shy. She still is her father's baby girl.<br /><br />Anyway, now she has two brother who love to tease her.<br />One is Umar of course. He would tease her from the break of dawn till bedtime.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLlHcHa67tGwu11oC7ZEkUPRrrBPs0GODv_A0rlvU41QrCCERY_nhzu04osQxBmvNT7po5bXNN55Jam-KtfSbc-hzC-e8gkuwNVJqa7Ooz4sBNnfghMJIQaEBUJZz3FVrECkLxFvh2g3jJ/s1600-h/DSCF1466.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLlHcHa67tGwu11oC7ZEkUPRrrBPs0GODv_A0rlvU41QrCCERY_nhzu04osQxBmvNT7po5bXNN55Jam-KtfSbc-hzC-e8gkuwNVJqa7Ooz4sBNnfghMJIQaEBUJZz3FVrECkLxFvh2g3jJ/s320/DSCF1466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315885390601767954" border="0" /></a>Notice that he is drinking from a pink Dora tumbler that belongs to Laiqa. He always does that purposely, so that Laiqa would scream her heart out and cry.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5biAIrFu2pfyKec4cnp4YrhPGyOWJS3bBWiSrTInZZHXWHnSymSaoajGvG_-1ORIKvjchZ_PiN51cF-3hFsTPTv1RwvWyUgb6u762ouz0SgJR2vRNO6JuUdSRNwrHS3Yt3xfnJwgGn-vv/s1600-h/DSCF1052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5biAIrFu2pfyKec4cnp4YrhPGyOWJS3bBWiSrTInZZHXWHnSymSaoajGvG_-1ORIKvjchZ_PiN51cF-3hFsTPTv1RwvWyUgb6u762ouz0SgJR2vRNO6JuUdSRNwrHS3Yt3xfnJwgGn-vv/s320/DSCF1052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315888863563520306" border="0" /></a>And you haven't seen this boy in action in teasing her sister. He has got his own tricks too.<br /><br />What a handful for Laiqa. :)drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-56798129359781887762009-03-20T08:10:00.000+08:002009-03-20T08:15:16.451+08:00Switch off the lights... will ya<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXm2un96MDmWD79ByNvP9jOSvpCQom5s9Hyxpu221EQnbU8Ck0SVXRHCK0Ygt5sahd0QcsA2nu5eN1F4yGpRstYJe2o10eAG7jdzqHdkd2SqOp1Q3gK2BZmThlASjvdVlzczxflYpAFj2R/s1600-h/DSCF1427.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXm2un96MDmWD79ByNvP9jOSvpCQom5s9Hyxpu221EQnbU8Ck0SVXRHCK0Ygt5sahd0QcsA2nu5eN1F4yGpRstYJe2o10eAG7jdzqHdkd2SqOp1Q3gK2BZmThlASjvdVlzczxflYpAFj2R/s400/DSCF1427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314067832617664610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNWYVXSTqeUgs9JI6wk0k9JLHXTm0PkHw48Evb0x9b5E9xhdce7vOTUJ6Hn-0IT4BSHvBOeB58qNb1A4FRxZ4F7jGjPgnUpME6_q-rJkJvR99uUFbQlc2phOcU9FLJ76pE5SfLvCv_4Nss/s1600-h/DSCF1424.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNWYVXSTqeUgs9JI6wk0k9JLHXTm0PkHw48Evb0x9b5E9xhdce7vOTUJ6Hn-0IT4BSHvBOeB58qNb1A4FRxZ4F7jGjPgnUpME6_q-rJkJvR99uUFbQlc2phOcU9FLJ76pE5SfLvCv_4Nss/s400/DSCF1424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314067831940937666" border="0" /></a><br />I am a nature lover, yes I am.<br />I try to 'Go Green' as much as I could. It's hard to go green.<br />Yes, it seems so difficult to love the earth, and to do our part in preserving it.<br />And sometimes, it does seem more expensive.<br />For instance, if we want to change all our cleaning products, from the usual brands (FAB, Breeze, Dynamo), to a more natural products, it'll cost us more. They are surely more expensive.<br /><br />A bit of info here (yeah, yeah..some facts...just bare with me... hey, it's for your own knowledge ok!)<br />Earth Hour is an annual international event created by WWF, held on the last Saturday of March, that asks households and businesses to turn off their non-essential lights and electrical appliances for one hour to raise awareness towards the need to take action on climate change.<br /><br />Just stop for a moment and 'stare', how many electrical appliances in our home are in stand by mode or are always switch on. And what a small gesture, to switch them off when not in use, and that alone can already make a difference. Thia small gesture actually helps (claims to save a few percentage of energy consumption, thus less CO2 released). May be it won't do anything to the 'green house' effect that is already worsening, but it create awareness.<br /><br />Too much for your idle mind???<br />Let me try to put this in simpler sentence. - You out there who just think- the heck with the world! Just switch 'em off. You'll save money for your electricity. That extra cash, sure will comes needy.<br /><br />On 28th March, 8.30pm, I'll be watching the TV in the dark, with the fan on. Hehhehe..does that make me a hypocrite? Mmm... May be I could turn off the TV too.<br />Candlelight dinner...anyone??<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://earthhour.org/"></a><a href="http://www.earthhour.org/">Earth Hour</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.earthhour.org.my/">Earth Hour Malaysia</a><br /><a href="http://earthhour.org/"><br /></a>drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-80857264651119862212009-03-16T14:26:00.004+08:002009-03-16T15:05:17.565+08:00I karate chopped a homeless guy in an elevator, because I'm sexy and I do what I want. :pThe lovely <a href="http://lieyn.blogspot.com/">lieyn</a> tagged me. As usual..I am being a good sport...hahhahah...so, here it is. (This tag is moving here &amp; there in fb too ;p )<br /><br />Keep this going. Type out the sentence you end up with in the TITLE of your note and tag your friends.Have fun. :D<br /><br />Pick the month you were born:<br /><br />January-------I kicked<br />February------I loved<br />March--------I karate chopped<br />April----------I licked<br />May----------I jumped on<br />June----------I smelled<br />July-----------I did the Macarena With<br />August--------I had lunch with<br />September----I danced with<br />October-------I sang to<br />November-----I yelled at<br />December-----I ran over<br /><br /><br />Pick the day (number) you were born on:<br /><br />1-------a birdbath<br />2-------a monster<br />3-------a phone<br />4-------a fork<br />5-------a snowman<br />6-------a gangster<br />7-------my mobile phone<br />8-------my dog<br />9-------my best friends' boyfriend<br />10-------my neighbour<br />11-------my science teacher<br />12-------a banana<br />13-------a fireman<br />14-------a stuffed animal<br />15-------a goat<br />16-------a pickle<br />17-------your mom<br />18-------a spoon<br />19------ - a smurf<br />20-------a baseball bat<br />21-------a ninja<br />22-------Chuck Norris<br />23-------a noodle<br />24-------a squirrel<br />25-------a football player<br />26-------my sister<br />27-------my brother<br />28-------an iPod<br />29-------a surfer<br />30-------a homeless guy<br />31-------a llama<br /><br /><br />What is the last number of the year you were born:<br /><br />1--------- In my car<br />2 --------- On your car<br />3 ----------- In a hole<br />4 ----------- Under your bed<br />5 ----------- Riding a Motorcycle<br />6 --------- sliding down a hill<br />7 --------- in an elevator<br />8---------- at the dinner table<br />9 -------- In line at the bank<br />0 -------- in your bathroom<br /><br /><br />Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:<br /><br />White---------because I'm cool like that<br />Black---------because that's how I roll.<br />Pink-----------because I'm NOT crazy.<br />Red-----------because the voices told me to.<br />Blue-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want<br />Green---------because I think I need some serious help.<br />Purple---------because I'm AWESOME!<br />Gray----------because Big Bird said to and he's my leader.<br />Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars<br />Orange--------because my family thinks I'm stupid anyway.<br />Brown---------because I can.<br />Other----------because I'm a Ninja!<br />None----------because I can't control myself!<br /><br /><br />Now type out the sentence you made, write 'em in my comment box and also as the TITLE line and tag your friends in the note!drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-16769457293616039262009-03-16T05:47:00.002+08:002009-03-16T06:22:37.370+08:00Gamma Linolenic Acid<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDNhQAN_9KAuD3Rjwvu_xcfLXYPXzpt70vBpwu_qy_dgNvL0yOSfFty4VYMo3VppcyhNebeRKnP8UMyene-zy99aaLVK9ZbD4Mr-QlHzs9feJZxStfrWxQnZIt0kTo2-S6xIX_hSZq8LQN/s1600-h/borage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDNhQAN_9KAuD3Rjwvu_xcfLXYPXzpt70vBpwu_qy_dgNvL0yOSfFty4VYMo3VppcyhNebeRKnP8UMyene-zy99aaLVK9ZbD4Mr-QlHzs9feJZxStfrWxQnZIt0kTo2-S6xIX_hSZq8LQN/s400/borage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313543092074919282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-08CAGaWnLZhsLRQcukBEkTzwweR09pjuipMyty5G7M7n0tmW7EeJbyfny5RnMu8VyHbBMg6yFe_Jdo5Vr5MOsok3cuP5Q3KLQhR27g8gkGCDkWOek1N1Y8qAptUc63jbN7NmA3J3i-WX/s1600-h/ep.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-08CAGaWnLZhsLRQcukBEkTzwweR09pjuipMyty5G7M7n0tmW7EeJbyfny5RnMu8VyHbBMg6yFe_Jdo5Vr5MOsok3cuP5Q3KLQhR27g8gkGCDkWOek1N1Y8qAptUc63jbN7NmA3J3i-WX/s400/ep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313543088545839202" border="0" /></a><br />Now comes an entry that is more educated compare to just the usual entries-'blabbering of a mom of 3'. hehhehe..<br />( Ms D asked me about GLA the other day. So, here goes..)<br /><br />Gamma Linolenic Aid, or GLA in short. It is an essential fatty acid, found primarily in borage seed oil, evening primrose oil or blackcurrant seed oil. Essentials fatty acids (EFA) are a group of fatty acids that is needed by the body, but could not be produce (in the body). It has to be taken from food.<br /><br />I will just give a short info about it, rather than go into all the medical jargon of GLA.<br /><br />Researches found that GLA has an anti-inflamatory properties. If taken regularly, it will combat all the illness that is caused by inflammatory response, such as, PMS, arthritis, autoimmune diseases or eczema.<br /><br />GLA is sold here as a dietary supplement, in a capsules form.drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-75882694119333693822009-03-15T01:17:00.000+08:002009-03-15T01:33:03.102+08:00Lucky number SEVEN<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYDNiZzyH4La5TybF_IbGAcMtA9PLjL6J4Uw8Rz-2zMddFq0cX5I1w1lKnlsdOQ-6ZiF2K-nabb8Y6_G0hDu6TdsuL8h61B-eaq-IzNvtzrkMw_2uDk8IJZY29H2qImb8f70zzWUvB3CJb/s1600-h/DSCF1407.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYDNiZzyH4La5TybF_IbGAcMtA9PLjL6J4Uw8Rz-2zMddFq0cX5I1w1lKnlsdOQ-6ZiF2K-nabb8Y6_G0hDu6TdsuL8h61B-eaq-IzNvtzrkMw_2uDk8IJZY29H2qImb8f70zzWUvB3CJb/s400/DSCF1407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312880802436651554" border="0" /></a>Get ready...another entry of me bragging about my kids. This time, it's about Umar.<br /><br />He turned seven on the 13th March 2009. ( a late entry..ya, ya, I get it...me too busy to write about his birthday on the date)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Gy_HCS2dABfkAT6dMn07ay1onSeRb6V9tfoeuAtK9LmEhJTCrv8BBRkkxV-saahTZv2dfGQybMH52m1GE_EauKFQ7DJ-btxsfA_pzMMWJidKfoGKo9YuNGlB8xYNrW-Fs1od8LLLxlza/s1600-h/DSCF0225.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Gy_HCS2dABfkAT6dMn07ay1onSeRb6V9tfoeuAtK9LmEhJTCrv8BBRkkxV-saahTZv2dfGQybMH52m1GE_EauKFQ7DJ-btxsfA_pzMMWJidKfoGKo9YuNGlB8xYNrW-Fs1od8LLLxlza/s400/DSCF0225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313086876759532354" border="0" /></a>Happy birthday to you Umar Farouq.<br />Be less naughty.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4hn7t_iAVPXv-qcgGsQU57LL31P5F_SKmya-BCeukM9UTA80ZNLu5EfTPH1VZ7k7rVp_HFEFuRm5f5T4d11f8yhD9cxXZhLbFgfmEW3brKm65U6Fyf_4uCdCqVqqarFKTuzzFt8QFMC5/s1600-h/DSCF1368.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4hn7t_iAVPXv-qcgGsQU57LL31P5F_SKmya-BCeukM9UTA80ZNLu5EfTPH1VZ7k7rVp_HFEFuRm5f5T4d11f8yhD9cxXZhLbFgfmEW3brKm65U6Fyf_4uCdCqVqqarFKTuzzFt8QFMC5/s400/DSCF1368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313086877268676770" border="0" /></a>I hope your classmates and teachers enjoyed the cupcakes and cookies yesterday.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuzUEPvSWRQ6chyphenhyphenB1hMdOdX5LT0CxXMgH3YgwzDU56zI-pp8Y7VP5SzOZdwcpVAsqJN4mzts3CuP7eYvPcVmAXxogYYezOCu_Ep8utGC72xK5hPt7d7ivwoPTF5uPUYPAR2n9G5mQ97BCh/s1600-h/DSCF1404.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuzUEPvSWRQ6chyphenhyphenB1hMdOdX5LT0CxXMgH3YgwzDU56zI-pp8Y7VP5SzOZdwcpVAsqJN4mzts3CuP7eYvPcVmAXxogYYezOCu_Ep8utGC72xK5hPt7d7ivwoPTF5uPUYPAR2n9G5mQ97BCh/s200/DSCF1404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313088819081821122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh10pxCKQ07326bKKlkEIWwPubExHAz-uQ6-wmPicJUbDVlj2zuA5P32n5VQDYbvEDfZ7Srx4oy5f-g8ais8ySHGOI3c_2wmycXD0g_MXDkw4HQ-XP-LdMPw8LGGOQ4BR2hPrqC-v6eiq-j/s1600-h/DSCF1400.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh10pxCKQ07326bKKlkEIWwPubExHAz-uQ6-wmPicJUbDVlj2zuA5P32n5VQDYbvEDfZ7Srx4oy5f-g8ais8ySHGOI3c_2wmycXD0g_MXDkw4HQ-XP-LdMPw8LGGOQ4BR2hPrqC-v6eiq-j/s200/DSCF1400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313088813986850178" border="0" /></a><br />I am always proud of you.<br /><br />p.s.-<br />Umar, please do not finish a bottle of shower gel in 2 days.<br />Please do not leave your dirty clothes on the floor.<br />Please keep your stationaries away from your baby brother.<br />Please treat Laiqa better, because she is your SISTER!<br />And NO, we CANNOT trade her for a PSP!!!<br /><br /><br />p.p.s- pheww..I manage not to brag about anything...:)drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-22168730134349877182009-03-11T23:06:00.004+08:002009-03-11T23:50:43.106+08:00Think twice before you ask...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiHwtcRpz_C_x6vFnwaA0C2XowluFpxhmpmfBsRd-RM24GBy5rJ43ot2poWFzGT7hmMmriVZvC7ncTWEEhEvqRVmsbLlBjSGndt1XllYEdSZUwwQyLSoLUR2oONJRGpn9w8vnGg3lFwKbl/s1600-h/DSCF0089.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiHwtcRpz_C_x6vFnwaA0C2XowluFpxhmpmfBsRd-RM24GBy5rJ43ot2poWFzGT7hmMmriVZvC7ncTWEEhEvqRVmsbLlBjSGndt1XllYEdSZUwwQyLSoLUR2oONJRGpn9w8vnGg3lFwKbl/s400/DSCF0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311953408356005554" border="0" /></a>One thing you should now, never to ask people about their kids, be it their kids are still kids, or already adults. The parents will start telling you everything about them...bla..bla..bla...<br /><br />Recently, '<a href="http://thesilentsins.blogspot.com/">saya</a>' has been asking about Laiqa (kakak).<br />Lately, I rarely posted pictures of the kids, compare to last time.<br />Anyway, just for your pleasure.... (gag reflex ready, guys... I might be exaggerating about her...hahhahah)<br />ta da...presenting Miss Laiqa...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDFPyYYzqIbfjfLDLhg3epeShJGUDyFpGWZRkcclPQ1GdOjMS9Z3fqCQTwpzdCfoRvN8q44SveWPXZv-1SWkHDSrXzrOACau1Ghr52nSf8ji8y4OJokVEtGePLMUNxi3cuKwQ9GV2RnIbE/s1600-h/DSCF0351.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDFPyYYzqIbfjfLDLhg3epeShJGUDyFpGWZRkcclPQ1GdOjMS9Z3fqCQTwpzdCfoRvN8q44SveWPXZv-1SWkHDSrXzrOACau1Ghr52nSf8ji8y4OJokVEtGePLMUNxi3cuKwQ9GV2RnIbE/s320/DSCF0351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311953193819210706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBY9mzRvO8cpEmNCH4dgKYOO4kppH_Pfh3cOoOBvv7RvoG9WblhBx2ZhFttTCerwTuQAhFerBp9cstj0jECewWPVnC7wCz8XA8b3qwPq10DSoqnAD0Grl6Xo2vM-0DvRvhjmiDDCd28Us/s1600-h/DSCF0512.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBY9mzRvO8cpEmNCH4dgKYOO4kppH_Pfh3cOoOBvv7RvoG9WblhBx2ZhFttTCerwTuQAhFerBp9cstj0jECewWPVnC7wCz8XA8b3qwPq10DSoqnAD0Grl6Xo2vM-0DvRvhjmiDDCd28Us/s320/DSCF0512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311953191636695298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk6_nxI-a91m-zPpW2Q8nGatOS3AxPbzVPxRd2LylN5999tF0KBagT3yZzO-HWJ01oY5mcdtYg-6yzhEvh0LTeR6bHTW3Lu1vQTDPLd_InHzDaWpNT-tgRcSz8bcRm9hvNkvUf4Xwcc7P7/s1600-h/DSCF0591.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk6_nxI-a91m-zPpW2Q8nGatOS3AxPbzVPxRd2LylN5999tF0KBagT3yZzO-HWJ01oY5mcdtYg-6yzhEvh0LTeR6bHTW3Lu1vQTDPLd_InHzDaWpNT-tgRcSz8bcRm9hvNkvUf4Xwcc7P7/s320/DSCF0591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311953191612321650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ecy0AyEtn1xrA8wZ9rutfxVE8P7IOqSZVY4L9JIrzQEBm2uscuKcM5UH4rTZynNLorXur3QH2pbC2t_X_VnNhyphenhyphenCjny4FYPn2OnzxQhApvuiXoo4viVsjpW7OBKkuLOTgnAkps-_9usxx/s1600-h/DSCF1107.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ecy0AyEtn1xrA8wZ9rutfxVE8P7IOqSZVY4L9JIrzQEBm2uscuKcM5UH4rTZynNLorXur3QH2pbC2t_X_VnNhyphenhyphenCjny4FYPn2OnzxQhApvuiXoo4viVsjpW7OBKkuLOTgnAkps-_9usxx/s320/DSCF1107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311953186809149346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_L4pIkqg_KyIfRKT7zZfKrr8nLx_PpLr7pumwBlixWoWhVlf3_6Bhlg177sTCCk_J8YWL9EiHJioDfmPyFfMX9cwy0kI2B0JnnuQb_bDvDTAoEgWa3g4uESe_TiY87gbU3UDPezgkZEyM/s1600-h/DSCF1308.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_L4pIkqg_KyIfRKT7zZfKrr8nLx_PpLr7pumwBlixWoWhVlf3_6Bhlg177sTCCk_J8YWL9EiHJioDfmPyFfMX9cwy0kI2B0JnnuQb_bDvDTAoEgWa3g4uESe_TiY87gbU3UDPezgkZEyM/s320/DSCF1308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311953181033504162" border="0" /></a>She's going to be four soon.<br /><br />So, guys...next time think twice... or you'll be presented with a stack of my kids photos...muahahhahahha...drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-65519727130492619102009-03-06T14:07:00.007+08:002009-03-25T14:25:08.871+08:00Travel here, travel there...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinLsITU_d6plfiKkJYVmCCg6iYfQG-6uCWWo4CGO9UEG6MTLquxRFOj5We34CmnSENVlJH2CBYKihBbAo2hqlZoJT1LnXvOdaq-qfg3z_fPGjcznI-xfNGcarVP7TlWOTYB4kSJs4nYTK0/s1600-h/world_map1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinLsITU_d6plfiKkJYVmCCg6iYfQG-6uCWWo4CGO9UEG6MTLquxRFOj5We34CmnSENVlJH2CBYKihBbAo2hqlZoJT1LnXvOdaq-qfg3z_fPGjcznI-xfNGcarVP7TlWOTYB4kSJs4nYTK0/s320/world_map1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309967257002022642" border="0" /></a><br />Have you come across an application that let you mark/pin the places you have been to on a world map?<br /><div id="ta_travelmap" style="width:430px;"><br /><img src="http://www.tripadvisor.com/CommunityMapImage?id=26083856&type=TRIPADVISOR&size=LARGE"><br /><ol id="ta_favoritelist"><br /></ol><br /><ul id="ta_links"><br /><li>Create your own <a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/MemberProfile-cpt" style="font-size:10px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#3860B0; text-decoration:none;">travel map</a> or <a href="http://www.travelpod.com/" style="font-size:10px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#3860B0; text-decoration:none;">travel blog</a></li><br /><li><a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/" style="font-size:10px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#3860B0; text-decoration:none;">Travel Info</a> at TripAdvisor</li><br /></ul><br /></div><br /><script src="http://www.tripadvisor.com/MapEmbed?mid=26083856&nop=true&frm=fb"></script><br /><br />It's a good application, if not great. It shows you the world map, and what you have to do, just pin (mark) the places you have been to.<br />The question that arise is, what is the purpose of this to be link in your blog or homepage? For your own knowledge (u could put that in your journal)? Your friends keep asking about the places that you have been to, and you get tired of answering? Or you simply link it there without knowing the purpose? You didn't realise it was there? Or is it showing off? ahhahahh<br />Anyway, I am sure you have your purpose, and I respect that. May be it has something to do with your life , or the entry you are posting, etc.<br />May be I envy you who travel a lot. I do entitle to be jealous, don't I. It's either your job need you to travel or you inherited such wealth that makes travelling is second to nothing.<br />If I pin the map, there would be only a few dots here and there. Hhahha, so, toss the map. Don't need them.<br />As for now, let just say I am travelling extensively...through the travel channel. (hmmm...how pathetic)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzVTRZjntMUxiN0-oBZ-71vt2Kd6uWlDOUju4bD7PbELYPSRHWZQypR_TdOSKCNd1lLJlFHSciamYYlcAsADPzv7WYDcu7uhdcOlBd8xdwG8lGEmCG5lb4nb1ooBC0Nvbc8S-k4XW9FN-9/s1600-h/DSCF0018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzVTRZjntMUxiN0-oBZ-71vt2Kd6uWlDOUju4bD7PbELYPSRHWZQypR_TdOSKCNd1lLJlFHSciamYYlcAsADPzv7WYDcu7uhdcOlBd8xdwG8lGEmCG5lb4nb1ooBC0Nvbc8S-k4XW9FN-9/s320/DSCF0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309971363996760946" border="0" /></a><br />Anyway, the gist of this entry is- I am jealous with Mr AB who are travelling extensively all over the world.<br />So, AB, you better snap as much photos, buy me something from there, and tell me the place is not that great as it sounds. I mean, this time, it's just Goa...what could be great in Goa, other than the picturesque scenery, white sandy beaches, good weather, cheap food and nice hotels. And stop staring at the bikini babes!drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-25013675299882826352009-03-03T10:16:00.002+08:002009-03-03T10:40:55.664+08:00What's Your Super Power?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPwcWQPVk22ekfAHg3Noumn7N0DzdZbek2IZix_JUfOOjUGC2fMg9KBz29Qv4pb9_oP06CLHchQCpMjpxwgC0Fl9ScmStTFSgPvCVV2YiUK4fZIwfjPOgXMgcy4KlCrOA8FUdo28FIbLwO/s1600-h/bf.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPwcWQPVk22ekfAHg3Noumn7N0DzdZbek2IZix_JUfOOjUGC2fMg9KBz29Qv4pb9_oP06CLHchQCpMjpxwgC0Fl9ScmStTFSgPvCVV2YiUK4fZIwfjPOgXMgcy4KlCrOA8FUdo28FIbLwO/s400/bf.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308785540361795506" border="0" /></a><br />I make milk, What's your super power?drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-29190359530542486252009-03-02T16:22:00.000+08:002009-03-12T02:58:16.657+08:00Interview with the Vampire (ooopps...NO)I was being interviewed by the adorable HLiza, in JANUARY. Yup, you read it correct, January. And I only complete it now. Actually I did answer some of it, but then I've delayed posting it, until march. My bad.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzR8UjCyzcGSYJFOCu62bFH8gux991ePWoyUACGE8YOGuOE6ilqgL9gBEZs6-RUoCSGGhrJPkAsFxLpYdOYNZmOkkOl10r1k92caTYuItNB0xysvO-tl1YYlFvoFCrRqOYR1sr3BvrfCS2/s1600-h/doc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzR8UjCyzcGSYJFOCu62bFH8gux991ePWoyUACGE8YOGuOE6ilqgL9gBEZs6-RUoCSGGhrJPkAsFxLpYdOYNZmOkkOl10r1k92caTYuItNB0xysvO-tl1YYlFvoFCrRqOYR1sr3BvrfCS2/s200/doc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309602259151356626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1. You're a medical doctor by profession. What makes you quit the job? Do you see yourself returning back to that field at some point of your life and if yes, when?<br /><br />My husband forced me to quit.<br />Hahhahah...just kidding. Many of you must have said, 'how terrible is her husband'.<br />Well, in fact, he's a saint (almost! because he did make mistakes too that make me feel like strangling him hehheh). He gave me total freedom, but he did give me his point of view.<br />Hmm..I didn't call it 'quit' though. Because for me once you are a doctor, you will always be. I just resigned from the goverment.<br />I am always in the field. I give advices, consultations, etc. It just I did not return back to working the whole day in a hospital. My heart is always in this field. It's always my passion, my ambition from the moment I knew what the meaning of 'ambition' is. Only to be taken aback by the fact that doctors have to dedicate their whole life to work. I used to spend most of the time at work than at home. Home was only a place to sleep. Yup, really.<br />I have my other reasons too, but, I'll blog about it next time, may be.<br /><br /><br /><br />2. What 3 principles of life that you live by?<br /><br />i. do unto others as you would like others do unto you<br />ii. live life with no prejudice<br />iii. Life is full of choices, why force yourself to do things that is against your heart desire.<br /><br /><br /><br />3. Is there any period or era in your life that you wish you could change? Why?<br /><br />My teenage years. I so hating it. I think I was extremely ugly then, with all the bad decision. I pick the wrong dress, wrong shoes, wrong glasses. Even the wrong words when I talk.<br />I think I might have been a geek. I read books all the time, while my classmates play netball or enjoying the days socialising.<br />My dad was extremely protective too.<br />I don't even have many photos of me during those years.<br /><br /><br /><br />4. What are your traits that you wish your kids will inherit and what are the ones that you really really really wish they won't?<br /><br />Inherit:- Smart, kind hearted (I think I am)<br />Wont inherit:- impatience, stubborness<br /><br /><br /><br />5. Name one thing that you feel you're most talented at and how does that talent shape your life so far?<br /><br />I am soo good in window shopping. I can spend the whole day doing it, but I can only spend 30minutes jogging and get bored.<br />This talent has make me slim even after 3kids. Hahhahhahhah<br /><br />No.<br />Seriously, I have no idea what my talent is.drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-78792371738440278782009-02-27T11:42:00.001+08:002009-02-27T11:26:53.043+08:00My First Born -tag<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtSy5qrkM-ch4i39RuhFjBRDNDY8MehwxPAbRtnBfVEL8bOwktsx_GvEncC04AgVnMhfd68g4w-yHAR-Hb6lw6sSibnUmo6js0PHXdEsUrSYupTTTdK-KY9GAASzeOFaylg3dMYN2nBPf/s1600-h/DSCF0953.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtSy5qrkM-ch4i39RuhFjBRDNDY8MehwxPAbRtnBfVEL8bOwktsx_GvEncC04AgVnMhfd68g4w-yHAR-Hb6lw6sSibnUmo6js0PHXdEsUrSYupTTTdK-KY9GAASzeOFaylg3dMYN2nBPf/s200/DSCF0953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307311317283108914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"> <div><div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"> <div>Here you go moms - a different kind of survey for a change - it's all about your first born! Just copy and paste for yourself!<br /><br />Let's see how much you remember!<br /><br />1. WAS YOUR FIRST PREGNANCY PLANNED?<br />Nope. Just go with the flow.<br /><br />2. WERE YOU MARRIED AT THE TIME?<br />Yup. Of course.<br /><br />3. WHAT WERE YOUR REACTIONS?<br />Not surprise. :)<br /><br />4. HOW OLD WERE YOU?<br />24 years old.<br /><br />5. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT?<br />Its not a rocket science. We already 'suspected' that I was pregnant. So we bought a urine pregnancy test, just for confirmation.<br /><br />6. WHO DID YOU TELL FIRST?<br />We were in UK at the time. I did not really tell anyone. Mr AB, is so 'busy body', he always know without me telling him. Then there's my MIL. She called, and she just guessed it I think, and started counting the due date. (She was a midwife). And later, I have to come back to Malaysia for my convocation, but I was unable due to my morning sickness which was at its worse that time. So, I called my parents to tell them I was not well. They kinda guessed it too.<br />In short, I did not tell anyone.<br /><br />7. DID YOU WANT TO FIND OUT THE SEX?<br />Well yes. With all the technologies around, why we should wait. Plus everything on sale are colour coordinated according to gender, I don't want to end up buying only white clothes for the baby.<br /><br />8. DUE DATE?<br />7 March 2002<br /><br />9. WHEN WAS YOUR CHILD ACTUALLY BORN?<br />13 March 2002<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG4TRPGNYwTyH7IgjXpo7qdhLHXli_cKiuI_RbLvkDEZP40fJ20MGbcQB6f2l_RBe4IMAZrO8W3oGB0jTVqDziMb6L4Op3AyRWcgWnDh_n9dhqPx7AenBWPnP-pF5qSFbR4pKyvy2Vh4di/s1600-h/DSCF1264.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG4TRPGNYwTyH7IgjXpo7qdhLHXli_cKiuI_RbLvkDEZP40fJ20MGbcQB6f2l_RBe4IMAZrO8W3oGB0jTVqDziMb6L4Op3AyRWcgWnDh_n9dhqPx7AenBWPnP-pF5qSFbR4pKyvy2Vh4di/s400/DSCF1264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307308612632772946" border="0" /></a><br /><br />10. HOW MUCH DID YOUR CHILD WEIGH?<br />3.5kg ( and you know what, he is by far, the 'lightest' among my 3 kids!)<br /><br />11. DID YOU HAVE MORNING SICKNESS?<br />yes. terribly. Not much vomitting though. But always noxious. Can't smell lots of stuff.<br />We planned a lot of things and have lots of places to go while in UK, but all have to be put off.<br /><br />12. WHAT DID YOU CRAVE?<br />Cadbury Flake. Thank God, opposite our place there's this groceries store, so, not a problem if I had the craving in the middle of the night.<br /><br />13. WHO/WHAT IRRITATED YOU THE MOST?<br />Mr AB exhaling near my face., intentionally or unintentionally.<br /><br />14. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CHILD'S SEX?<br />boy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9wmjqR96FYxXE7mmhrzZ3q-HaBH4PkWccTLed8y2VvoLy56-x6XokVfvCtIABStbSNNhn9WbRrzkG34CaERcIAIKDRTXKI5NFM6mwkCGyZE7tFTdzx5OlLgJMyMka8bBDwvoGAsbYMl7x/s1600-h/DSCF1271.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9wmjqR96FYxXE7mmhrzZ3q-HaBH4PkWccTLed8y2VvoLy56-x6XokVfvCtIABStbSNNhn9WbRrzkG34CaERcIAIKDRTXKI5NFM6mwkCGyZE7tFTdzx5OlLgJMyMka8bBDwvoGAsbYMl7x/s200/DSCF1271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307311603797074962" border="0" /></a><br />15. DID YOU WISH YOU HAD THE OPPOSITE SEX OF WHAT YOU WERE GETTING?<br />no.<br /><br />16. HOW MANY POUNDS DID YOU GAIN THROUGHOUT THE PREGNANCY?<br />20kgs<br /><br />17. DID YOU HAVE A BABY SHOWER?<br />nope.<br /><br />18. WAS IT A SURPRISE OR DID YOU KNOW?<br />nope.<br /><br />19. DID YOU HAVE ANY COMPLICATIONS DURING YOUR PREGNANCY?<br />no.<br /><br />20. WHERE DID YOU GIVE BIRTH?<br />Ipoh Pantai Putri Specialist Hospital<br /><br />21. HOW MANY HOURS WERE YOU IN LABOR?<br />3 hours<br /><br />22. WHO DROVE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL?<br />The 1 who made me pregnant in the first place.<br /><br />23. WHO WATCHED YOU GIVE BIRTH?<br />Same as question 22.<br /><br />24. WAS IT NATURAL OR C-SECTION?<br />Natural.<br /><br />25. DID YOU TAKE MEDICINE TO EASE THE PAIN?<br />No medicine. Just the Entonox.<br /><br />26. WHAT DID YOU NAME HIM/HER?<br />Umar Farouq<br /><br />27. HOW OLD IS YOUR FIRST BORN TODAY?<br />Going to be 7 years old in 2 weeks time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjI1xHC4wjZ-O-4vCv85J8bqVocCRz0fg_ofsdPsZTiVnp_nE-bwuHASZSESeAXxdkSkyxmAutkqAF48WjWJhXIjXNVIo3TFQmm-OMHKxVazqVu5xwD7kjGEUBj6VYw4yOLT_J1iOZTpn/s1600-h/DSCF1259.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjI1xHC4wjZ-O-4vCv85J8bqVocCRz0fg_ofsdPsZTiVnp_nE-bwuHASZSESeAXxdkSkyxmAutkqAF48WjWJhXIjXNVIo3TFQmm-OMHKxVazqVu5xwD7kjGEUBj6VYw4yOLT_J1iOZTpn/s400/DSCF1259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307308615585421602" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div><br /><br /></div></div>drNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-45118212537624290582009-02-25T00:46:00.006+08:002009-02-25T01:37:49.117+08:00Clean Up, Clean Up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcE6ZNcWjfMyfHaDB0a_l86VaEl_cwHZCAtbiLhst16XZX8SKlMT50M17y_GWJjW6R0rh2Ah_pPEvk6Kduyti_5KV0xFlaCyhRjyWHAwpZWcw-VFDQjLbJSP-h78Hj21YlJ3l9YRgaTzHN/s1600-h/carpet.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcE6ZNcWjfMyfHaDB0a_l86VaEl_cwHZCAtbiLhst16XZX8SKlMT50M17y_GWJjW6R0rh2Ah_pPEvk6Kduyti_5KV0xFlaCyhRjyWHAwpZWcw-VFDQjLbJSP-h78Hj21YlJ3l9YRgaTzHN/s400/carpet.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306409527003954642" border="0" /></a><br />Today...tonight to be precise, while the whole house is fast asleep, I am all alone, cleaning the house. I'm in the middle of all the household chores, just stopping by, to jot a new entry in my blog. Take it as taking a short break, before I am off to the kitchen to mop the floor.<br />It's a hard work. What makes it harder is knowing that tomorrow, before the sun manage to shine straight ahead, the house will be in its disarray state again. How 3 small kids manage to muddle things up in just a short 5minutes.<br />Anyway, I am still cleaning the house today, shining places that never been shone before. All this because...my parents are coming tomorrow. Hehehheheh....<br />And because I know, whenever they are here, the place will never ever be untidy or in mess. I don't know how my mum does it, but she manage to keep everything in place back again, eventhough the kids keep throwing everything everywhere.<br />And tomorrow, the kids will be less clinging to me, and will run around the grandparents and its their turn to be driven mad. Hahahahaha...<br />Okay, enough break...back to the waiting chores.<br />Ta da...<br /><br />Clean up, clean up<br />Everybody, everywhere<br />Clean up, clean up<br />Everybody, do your sharedrNOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144noreply@blogger.com20